this summer

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Before she finished speaking, Jing Fan suddenly pulled a pillow back and threw it towards her, "Do you know how many phone calls I have made? I am standing alone in the office, and I am the only one without parents..." She The voice was crying, and slowly changed from narration to roaring, and even she herself couldn't tell who was scolding, "Why didn't you answer my call! Why didn't you come! You are always busy, and the experiment is important. Work matters, and always everything but me matters!"

In the dim room, Jing Fan sat on the cold floor and complained bitterly, Song Han felt as if his heart had been rubbed into the snow outside, throbbing with pain.She rushed up and grabbed Jing Fan's hand that was about to hit the ground, grabbed her into her arms and held her tightly, patted her on the back to comfort her: "Okay, okay... I'm here, I'm here, Jing Fan..."

Jing Fan felt the warm embrace, and the familiar smell of cigarettes enveloped her. She grabbed the fabric on Song Han's back with all her strength, and cried loudly.

Song Han didn't know how to comfort others, so he could only hug her back hard, caressing her back with his hands, calling her name softly, as gentle as she could, "I'm here, Jing Fan, it's all right... ..."

The person in her arms twitched from crying, and Song Han's inexpressible depression made her lower her head unconsciously. When she realized it, her lips were still on the top of Jing Fan's hair, and the warm and soft touch came belatedly. .

Jing Fan was crying so hard that he had no voice, and he didn't feel her movement at all, but subconsciously kept drilling deeper into her embrace.

Song Han closed his eyes, frowned and let out a sigh of relief, hugging him even tighter.

It took a long time before Song Han felt his head move in the socket of his shoulders, and the arms hanging around his waist were lifted up again and climbed up her back from behind.

She turned her head slightly and asked in a low voice, "How is it?"

Jing Fan didn't answer, just shook his head, his hair rubbed against Song Han's neck, causing a slight numbness, at that moment, Song Han even felt that the person in his arms was acting like a spoiled child.

But at this time, she didn't care about these things at all, just being distressed was enough for her.

She promised in a low voice: "Okay, I won't move."

The light outside the window slowly dimmed, and it was getting dark.

With a hoarse voice, Jing Fan called out: "Song Han."

"I'm here." Song Han answered in her ear, raising his hand to stroke her hair.

"I thought you wouldn't come." Jing Fan tightened his hands again, holding on to his clothes.

Song Han stroked her back lightly, "Okay, okay, I will come, this time it was an accident, I won't do it again."

Jing Fan's voice was a little crying again: "You remember."

"Well, I remember, and I will never forget."

Finally, when Jing Fan recovered a little bit, it was already dark

It's over, Song Han holds a big girl who is still emotionally unstable in his arms, he can't get out at all, finally ordered takeaway, and decided not to go back tonight.

Fortunately, the door was not too broken. After explaining to the landlord, the landlord kindly called the locksmith to change the lock.

When the lock was changed, Jing Fan just sat on the sofa and watched blankly. Song Han was afraid that the girl would be silly if she cried, but fortunately she seemed to be a little more energetic during the last meal.

After dinner, Song Han asked her to take a bath, and sat on the bed to send Song Chengyue a message.

Song Chengyue: So you have a girl who needs comfort?

Song Han: Yes

Song Chengyue: Stop talking, just let me do it

Song Han: Get out!

Song Chengyue: Hey, if I hadn't been too busy to leave now...

Song Han: Forget it

Song Chengyue: Oh no

Song Chengyue: Of course girls need to be treated with tenderness. Give her a hug, kiss her forehead, make sure the kiss is pure, then hold her to sleep, and then... you know

Song Han turned off the phone without hesitation.

Once the emotions accumulated over the years were released, the stamina was too great. After taking a shower in a daze, Jing Fan almost tripped while putting on his trousers. Swept to the ground.

Song Han was startled when he heard the voice, rushed into the bathroom, carried her out and put her on the bed, shook off the quilt and put it on her, and squatted opposite her, "What's wrong?"

Jing Fan closed his eyes and turned his head away from her.Seeing that the tears were about to flow down, Song Han was heartbroken, wrapped him in the quilt, took off his coat and lay down inside.

Before Jing Fan could react, an arm wrapped around his waist and moved forward, throwing himself into the opponent's arms.

"Song..."

"Hush—" Song Han pushed her head towards him, "Stop talking, go to sleep, there is no class tomorrow, we will wake up naturally after sleeping."

Jing Fan was exhausted physically and mentally that day, and under Song Han's comfort, he fell asleep not long after. Song Han saw that her breathing was long, and wanted to sneak up on the bed to take a bath, but was hugged tightly by the sleeping person, helpless give up.

I don't know what it will be like when I wake up tomorrow, whether I will be angry or make trouble.Song Han thought, and gradually fell asleep.

The person in Song Han's arms was still asleep when Song Han woke up, and they slept peacefully that night. The two of them didn't even change their movements. What they looked like when they fell asleep, they looked the same when they woke up. Jing Fan's head rested on her shoulder, and the two of them breathed All the voices came together at once.

The sun after the heavy snow was a bit dazzling, Song Han carefully touched the phone and saw that it was already eleven o'clock.

He lightly thought of the bed to buy breakfast, but still woke up Jing Fan, who grabbed his clothes and pulled them down, and slammed them back on the bed.