Gong Haiping heard a lot of ambiguous things about Yan Min and Han Cong from He Jiayu's mouth, and instantly understood the unhappiness between Jian Fan and Han Cong, and shook his head, "Jian Fan, Jiayu must be in a hurry, let's go back." ”

Jian Fan quickly adjusted his mood, and his expression was calm, "I went straight back to the dormitory, and I had some things to tidy up in the car at night." ”

Gong Haiping looked at Jian Fan in surprise, and there was no trace of displeasure on Jian Fan's face. Can a person adjust his emotions so quickly and control them so precisely? "Okay, I'll send you back first, and then go to the hospital to report to Jiayu." ”

"Okay. ”

I definitely don't show my mood in front of others, but when I am alone, my uncomfortable mood will be suddenly magnified. Jian Fan returned to the dormitory alone, glanced at the travel bag that had been packed on the coffee table, and suddenly felt idle. I forced myself not to think about Han Cong and Yan Min, and sure enough, I didn't want to. But I didn't expect that other things in my mind were also hollowed out. At this time, it was completely empty and lonely.

Jian Fan bit his lip, it is better to go to the station and wait for the train now. Jian Fan picked out a novel from the desk and stuffed it into his satchel, picked up his travel bag and set off.

The subway is still crowded, and there are more people carrying large luggage and large suitcases. Squeezed among these people, Jian Fan suddenly felt very down-to-earth. Everyone has unknown joys and pains, and they are moving forward in their own way on the road of life. Every experience, every grind, every drop of experience is a unique wealth given by life, and these wealth proves that the individual who carries it is still alive and colorful. Jian Fan's mind was unconsciously enriched again, full of tolerance and understanding of harm, gratitude and cherishment of all good things, and expectations and fighting spirit for the future.

Jian Fan tightened his ponytail at the back of his head, and as the crowd walked into the square of the Beijing Railway Station, he looked at the two bell towers at the top of the railway station, and couldn't help but feel that time is ruthless and the years are traced. Jian Fan smiled at the two bell towers, as if saying goodbye to his friends. Then I walked into the waiting hall, found a quiet tea seat and sat down, took out the novel and fell in.

I don't know how long it took, He Aiyi's phone call to Jian Fan.

"Simplified and traditional. Did you set off? Manager He asked me to drive your car to the station, and when I went to the dormitory, I found that your travel bag was missing. ”

"Oh, I'm already at the station. ”

"You arrived too early in the evening. ”

"Hehe, I'm going home. I'm afraid I won't be able to catch the car. The light of the tea room was dim, and Jian Fan rubbed his eyes a little astringent.

"Oh well. Jian Fan, tell me after you buy a return ticket, and I'll pick you up when the time comes. ”

"Hmm. ”

He Aiyi's phone was followed by Han Cong's phone, and Jian Fan stared at the phone number and hesitated to explain to Han Cong why he didn't wait for him to send him to the station, and why he arrived at the train station so early alone. Although Jian Fan was dissatisfied with Han Cong for abandoning her for Yan Min and the company, she still felt sorry for Han Cong in her heart, and couldn't bear to blame Han Cong for her.

Jian Fan slowly picked up the phone, "Han Cong, you don't have to send me." I've arrived at the train station. ”

"Oh. Then you pay more attention to safety. Text me when you get in the car and call me tomorrow morning when you get home. Han Cong was surprised and relieved. Fortunately, Jian Fan had already arrived at the train station, otherwise he would have upset her if he couldn't send her at night.

"Okay. You take care of yourself alone in Beijing during the holidays. Jian Fan's eyes were a little moist, and he was reluctant and worried about Han Cong.

"Don't worry. I'm not alone, and. Han Cong paused, "There are still many classmates who don't go home, and Jiang Shuai." ”

"Hmm. Well, see you after the holiday. Jian Fan hung up the phone, just now he was still worried about how to explain to Han Cong, but Han Cong didn't ask at all. Alas. In Han Cong's eyes, work was originally important, but after the establishment of the company, he encountered difficulties one after another, and he didn't care so much about whether he had time to take care of me. I just hope he's all right.

Jian Fan continued to flip through the novel, but suddenly his heart seemed to be concerned about something, and he became more and more restless. Jian Fan ordered another glass of juice, and walked into the tea room area in twos and threes with a few student-looking people, all holding books in their hands. Jian Fan felt that this scene was familiar and was stunned. Gradually. The scene of reading books with Jiang Shuai in the tea house of Haidian Book City is becoming clearer and clearer.

Jian Fanzhao found that the restlessness in his heart turned out to be all due to his concern for Jiang Shuai.

According to what He Aiyi said in the morning, all the dreams I thought were real. So, how many things I said to Jiang Shuai last night that I shouldn't have said. Jian Fan pinched his face that was getting hot, what would Jiang Shuai think? There was no news of him for a day, and he had something to be busy with during the day, so what about now?

The closer you get to the drive, the more stressful it becomes.

I know I shouldn't say those words, Jiang Shuai, you forgot all these words. Jiang Shuai is delicate and sensitive, he must have minded. He knew my departure time and if it weren't for minding, he would have contacted me a long time ago. Could it be that from now on, he didn't even want to pay attention to me? Jian Fan held his mobile phone, afraid that a call or text message would come in and not be able to hear it.

Jiang Shuai debugged the program in the computer room for a day, and the inefficiency was discouraging. Finally staying up until dinner time, Jiang Shuai walked to the bicycle shed, straddled his bicycle, and prepared to go home. I don't want to live in school tonight, I just want to sleep alone at home. Sleep for a few days and nights.

"Shuaizi, is your mobile phone turned off? Han Shao called you just now and called me. Da Li passed by Jiang Shuai with a lunch box.

"Oh. Jiang Shuai took out his mobile phone and turned it off. It must have been in the afternoon when I was upset and fiddling with my phone, and I inadvertently pressed the shutdown button.

"Da Li, did Han Cong say anything?"

"No, you can call and ask. I went to the cafeteria, and there were movies in the theater in the evening. ”

Jiang Shuai waved his hand to Da Li and smiled. Da Li likes to invite girls from several younger generations to watch movies, and it is estimated that he will go to scatter his wealth again in the evening.

Seeing Da Li walking away, Jiang Shuai dialed Han Cong's mobile phone, "Han Cong, do you have something to look for me?"

"Yan Min asked Mr. Qu of Yunhua Company to have dinner together, I think you should also participate. Mr. Qu once said that if there is a software contract, you can cooperate with us. I'll text you with the dining address. ”

Jiang Shuai hesitated, "Aren't you going to send Jian Fan?"

"I called Jian Fan, and she was already at the train station. Jiang Shuai, come over quickly, Yan Min and I have arrived at the hotel. ”

Jian Fan had already arrived at the train station? Jian Fan was waiting for the train at the station alone? Jiang Shuai didn't hear Han Cong's words clearly at all, and he didn't want to hear them clearly. Jiang Shuai stepped his long legs off the bicycle, pushed the bicycle, and ran out of the campus.

"Hey, hey. Han Cong hung up the phone inexplicably on the other end of the phone.

Jiang Shuai looked at his watch, it was traffic jam time, if you want to get to Beijing Railway Station quickly, the fastest way is to take the subway. Jiang Shuai stopped a taxi, "Xizhimen subway station." ”

The driver looked at Jiang Shuai, who was extremely anxious, and when Jiang Shuai sat down, he unconsciously stepped on the accelerator to speed up. However, after a short time, the taxi was blocked into a snail crawling, but fortunately you could already see the subway station in front of you.

"Master, I'll get off here, there's something urgent. ”

The taxi driver shook his head helplessly, "Young man, what's so urgent, chasing your girlfriend." ”

"Hehe, send it to the station. Give you an extra $10. After Jiang Shuai paid the money, he quickly got out of the car and ran to the subway station.

Jiang Shuai was so anxious that he was already sweating when he arrived at the Beijing railway station. Navigating through the hustle and bustle of the crowd, I finally got in line to buy a platform ticket and entered the waiting room with the flow of people from the security check.

Where will Jian Mao be? Jiang Shuai didn't want to call, he just wanted to take a sneak peek at Jian Fan.

Jiang Shuai wandered between the rows of seats. Jian Fan doesn't like crowds, she must be in a quiet corner. Jiang Shuai searched for a quiet corner along the surrounding walls, but he couldn't see the figure of Silonging. Where will it be? Jian and Mao must be reading, so it is very likely to be a tea house.

Jiang Shuai walked to the ticket gate, and the tea house was near the ticket gate.

That familiar, quiet, and cherishing delicate figure appeared in Jiang Shuai's sight. Jian Fan was holding his forehead to read a book, and from time to time he glanced at the mobile phone in his hand.

Jiang Shuai looked at Jian Fan from a distance, she looked at her phone so often, was she looking at the time, or was she waiting for someone's call? There is no need to look at the time so often, it should be waiting for the call. Is she waiting for my call? Jiang Shuai didn't dare to think about it, the more he thought about it, the more painful his heart became, and the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't hold back his feelings for Jian Fan. (To be continued.) )