this summer

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The drunken Situ Zhao pulled her to complain: "I was two years ago... no, it's the third year now. I left home three years ago and wanted to become the king of rock bands... I didn't expect... three years In the past, I'm still a... still a "he made a mini gesture with two fingers, "little slag."

"You are doing well, you have so many fans." Jing Fan comforted.

"Cut, what is this? After leaving Chihuang and Jingchuan, who else knows us..."

Jing Fan supported his head, "You are already fine, like me..."

Song Han looked over.

"You... what are you?" Situ Zhao asked belching.

"At that time, I didn't stick to it at all. I disbanded my band and gave up the name Sifan."

Situ Zhao opened his eyes that were about to close, "Why?"

"To prove to my mother," Jing Fan's voice was a little blurred, "I'm not a dispensable person."

Situ Zhao's not sober mind also felt her depression, and comforted him: "My friend, be strong."

Song Han stepped forward and patted her on the shoulder, "Drunk? Come upstairs with me."

Jing Fan didn't refute, and obediently got up and left with her.

"I'm not drunk." In the upstairs living room, Jing Fan stood at the door, not wanting to go in.

Song Han rubbed her head, "It's time to sleep if you're not drunk."

But Jing Fan grabbed her hand, turned around, leaned against the door and stared at her, with a firm tone: "I don't want to sleep."

Chapter 42 Drunkenness

Song Han was helpless, sighed, took her hand and walked to the terrace.

There was an umbrella on the terrace to keep out the snow, and there were two sofas under it, and there was a Christmas tree next to it, which was arranged for Christmas, but it was snowing that day, and there was no holiday.

It was very cold outside, Jing Fan was blown by the cold wind, and suddenly he woke up a lot.

"Sit." Song Han pushed her on the chair, turned around and went in.

"Song Han..."

Song Han turned his head, "wait for me."

"Oh."

Not long after, the heat on Jing Fan's body hadn't dissipated, Song Han came out with a bed blanket in his arms, put it on her, sat beside her and lit a cigarette,

Jing Fan covered himself tightly, then turned to ask her: "Aren't you cold?"

"It's not cold." Song Han replied looking at the distance.

It was still sunny in the afternoon, but it started snowing at night, with a layer already falling.

"It's snowing." Jing Fan looked outside and said.

Song Han flicked the ashes, "It's not the first snow today, and you want to write sour poems?"

"No," Jing Fan smiled, looking at the cigarette in her hand, "Why do you smoke?"

"Why... There's no reason, it's just a habit." She learned to smoke very early, and Song Qin even quarreled with her about it, but she didn't quit after all.

Seeing Jing Fan staring at her, she laughed, "Children are not allowed to smoke, especially little girls."

Jing Fan looked up at her, his drunken eyes were clouded, "Today is Chinese New Year, you can take a sip."

Song Han couldn't see her like this, every time Jing Fan looked at her with such eyes, all principles were lost.Jingshen is so smart, he recognized her point, made more and more requests to her, and succeeded every time.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Jing Fan reached out and grabbed her wrist.

Before Song Han could react, he saw that his hand holding the cigarette was brought to Jing Fan's mouth, her long hair fell down as she leaned forward, revealing a slender neck, and the warmth of breathing came from the back of her hand, Especially sensitive on snowy winter nights.

Jing Fan's lips touched the cigarette in her hand, and it was too late to smoke, watching the girl take a puff on the place she just touched.

The expected choking cough did not appear, Jing Fan raised his head, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke into the air.

The wrist was released, and Song Han stared at her blankly.

Jing Fan raised the corners of his mouth, raised the tails of his eyes slightly, and said in a showy tone, "Didn't you expect that? Jing Shen knows a lot."

Song Han looked at her: "Yes, as expected of Jingshen."

The tone was a little unhappy, Jing Fan put away his smile, wrapped his hands in the blanket again and sat down, facing the frowning Boss Song, put on an obedient expression.

Song Han pinched his cigarette, leaned on the back of the sofa and looked at her.

Jing Fan lowered his eyes and spoke after a while.

"I have formed a band before and won awards. When I went home that day, my parents were there. I thought they came back for me, but I didn't expect..." She smiled wryly, "They came to celebrate my brother's entry .”

It was the first time Song Han heard her talk about family affairs, and it took him a while to ask: "Do you blame your brother?"

Jing Fan raised his head, "Yes, you also think I should blame him, but I don't."

"My brother is six years older than me. When I was young, my parents were always away from home. He took me with me. All my happy and unhappy days, he was with me. Except for the reason of returning to China and the reason for forming the band this time. I didn't hide anything from him."

"I blame my parents. Although I know they are busy, there is nothing I can do about it, but I just can't stand it. My first parent meeting, my first school activity, my birthday every year, every time I want to be with them Shared achievements..."

"They always say that I can make my own decisions and choose what I should do. In fact, they don't care what I want to do... It's not his fault that my brother is outstanding, but it's my parents' fault for ignoring me."