Dizzy, she went upstairs and pushed open her room door. Xing Lan was stunned. He did not know when Jinghan had already sat on the bed. Jinghan was wearing a beige windbreaker and was quietly sitting there. Perhaps it was because she was embarrassed, but after she noticed Xing Lan's gaze, Jinghan lowered her head in embarrassment and fiddled with something.
"When did you come back?"
Xing Lan had already walked into the room as he spoke.
"I just came back. I'm more tired than working after playing all day. Where did you go?”
Jing Han replied to Xing Lan in a low voice. Xing Lan could tell that Jing Han had something on her mind, but he did not ask. Xing Lan took his down jacket from the hanger and covered Jing Han's legs. Because the room was very cold, Jing Han did not refuse.
"Two of my classmates ran out without telling their wives and families. I really don't know what they're thinking.”
Jing Han subtly introduced the current situation of the two students to Xing Lan.
Xing Lan smiled bitterly in his heart. If it was in the past, he would have cared a lot about Jinghan bringing two men with her. However, the current Xing Lan was very relieved because he understood Jinghan and he trusted her. It was just that Xing Lan did not expect Jinghan to explain it to him. However, Xing Lan was also a little gratified because Jinghan who did not lie was really very cute.
"They really can run. Don't their families care?”
Sitting in front of the computer, Xing Lan asked subconsciously.
"They're all used to being pampered. They've never gone out or suffered much. Their families are all rich, so they're very casual.”
Jing Han's explanation was more like a sigh.
The two of them chatted for a long time. Jing Han suggested going home, and Xing Lan sent her off directly. When they returned, there were still many pedestrians on the road. Xing Lan could not figure out what Jing Han meant, so he hid in his bed and smoked. A familiar QQ message rang out, and Xing Lan got up to open it. It was Jing Han's, asking if Xing Lan was asleep.
"No, why aren't you asleep yet?"
Xing Lan was not as happy as he had imagined because he could tell that Jing Han had something on her mind. Even if Jing Han did not say anything and deliberately hid it from Xing Lan, he could still tell that Xing Lan understood her.
"Oh."
This was Jinghan's usual response.
Xing Lan fell into deep thought. He could not think of a way to make Jing Han voice out the unhappiness in her heart. Xing Lan was just very worried about her.
"Although I don't know what happened, I know that something's wrong with you. Be good and go back to the past. Go back to the carefree you. That's who you are.”
After thinking for a long time, Xing Lan still sent it over.
"I can't go back. I can never go back.”
Jing Han's reply caused Xing Lan to feel an unbearable heartache. Xing Lan did not know what had happened, but he could almost see Jing Han's tearful face.
Xing Lan thought for a while and used a sentence that Chester Field had given to his family to send to Jing Han. This was a sentence that Xing Lan had received when he was 16 years old. It held a very heavy weight in his heart, but for some reason, Xing Lan had sent it to Jing Han. Perhaps it was because he really did not want to see Jing Han sad, or perhaps it was from that day that Xing Lan truly fell in love with her.
" I have such tender feelings for you, which makes me care more about your lifestyle than the length of your life. If you will suffer more if you live another day, then I hope you will end your life as soon as possible. Don't blame me for being so cruel. In fact, I am kind by nature. I don't even hate my enemies too much, let alone you…”
Xing Lan still could not calm down after sending this message. He did not know what to do, he did not know how to make Jing Han happy.
"You can do it for me."
When Jing Han sent out this message, Xing Lan was stunned.
"You're taller than me."
Jing Han typed these words.
"Yes, I will hold up the sky for you and your family.”
Xing Lan's heart was determined. In order to make Jing Han happy, Xing Lan sent a few jokes to Jing Han. Perhaps his mind was not here, and the jokes were not too funny. After coaxing Jing Han to sleep, Xing Lan walked out of the room. It was already very late at night, and there were not many pedestrians on the streets. Only a few shops on both sides were still lit up. The temperature had unknowingly become cold. A gust of wind blew by, blowing a piece of white trash to the other side, causing this place to suddenly become very desolate and sad. After coming to Beijing for so long, this was the first time Xing Lan was on a quiet street.
Xing Lan went to the supermarket and took out two beers before heading straight to the plaza. There were no more pedestrians on the main road. There were many black cars waiting to pick up customers on both sides of the road. When he saw Xing Lan, there would occasionally be two drivers getting out of the car to ask if Xing Lan wanted to take a ride. To this, Xing Lan would pour wine into his mouth with one hand and signal the driver not to get in with the other. The surroundings were very quiet. The street lamps pulled Xing Lan's shadow very long. Xing Lan did not go to the plaza but sat directly on the grass patch nearby. Xing Lan placed his arm on his leg and fell into deep thought.
Different from others, other than feeling happy that Jing Han had accepted him, he felt more pressure from life. He knew that he was a man, and he had the right and obligation to bring her happiness. Other than ensuring that he was dead set on her and that she would be safe for the rest of her life, Xinglan also knew that material satisfaction was also a man's responsibility. Xinglan was a person who paid attention to perfection. He hoped that everything about him would be envied and looked up to by others. Including his wife, no one was more eager to succeed than Xing Lan at that time.
Jing Han did not have a job. She had resigned from her previous job and spent most of her time outside. Xing Lan was like a rock that was indifferent to this. Xing Lan had his own plans. He hoped that Jing Han could leave Beijing. Xing Lan had never brought Jing Han to find a job. Xing Lan wanted to bring her to Chengdu. That was almost Xing Lan's territory. Xing Lan could also use his connections to let her work in the upper echelons.
Other than working eight hours a day, Xing Lan spent most of his time in his room perfecting his work. He only slept for five hours a day. He was very tired. Every time he thought of Jing Han, he would quickly pull himself together. Xing Lan was very confident about his future.
"I'm a locked window in my heart, Ren Hanfeng…”
The familiar ringtone of her phone rang. Xing Lan stared at the screen and brought the phone in front of him. It was Jinghan's. Xing Lan was a little puzzled because Jinghan had just left with a friend in the afternoon.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
Xing Lan picked up the call.
"I'm going to dye my hair.”
Jing Han seemed to be a subordinate who reported work. Perhaps Jing Han also knew why Xing Lan did not like non-mainstream people.
"Hehe, what color should I dye it?”
Xing Lan's heart was filled with joy.
"Yellow, my original hair was.”
Jing Han told Xing Lan after thinking about it.
"Yes, let the hairstylist use the good ones. Don't hurt your hair.”
Xing Lan's tone was very happy.
"Mhm, got it."
Jing Han obediently responded to Xing Lan's words. After hanging up, Xing Lan returned his gaze to the screen. He caught a flash of inspiration and immersed himself in his own painting.
At night, Jing Han came to Xing Lan's room. From the moment she entered the door, Xing Lan could tell that Jing Han had something on her mind.
"What's wrong?"
Making way for Jing Han, Xing Lan had a worried expression.
"I'm fine."
Jing Han sat down on the side of the bed. She looked very obedient. If it was in the past, Xing Lan would definitely believe that she was fine. However, now, Xing Lan firmly believed in his sixth sense.
"What's wrong? Ah, you have a fever."
Turning around, he squatted down opposite Jing Han. Xing Lan raised his head to look at her face, but Jing Han lowered her head and kept fiddling with her nails in boredom, not replying to Xing Lan's words.
"What's wrong? Are you upset again? If you're upset, cry. Otherwise, you'll suffocate.”
Xing Lan knew that Jing Han would be upset every once in a while.
Hearing Xinglan's gentle voice, Jinghan started to sob softly. She buried her head in front of her body and cried loudly. Xinglan did not know how to comfort her to stop her crying. Xinglan only gently pressed his face against her head, hoping that this would give Jinghan a trace of comfort. At that moment, Xinglan felt that he was very useless. Seeing his lover crying in front of him, he was helpless. Xinglan comforted Jinghan incoherently, but Jinghan cried louder and louder. At that moment, Xinglan even wanted to cry with her. Because Xing Lan felt that Jing Han was indeed very sad.
After crying for a long time, perhaps because she was tired, Jing Han finally broke into laughter at one of Xing Lan's jokes.
"Damn you."
Looking at Jing Han, whose eyes were red from crying and face had traces of tears on it, Xing Lan let out a curse. He did not expect Jing Han to be so emotional.
"Wahhh."
Jing Han cried again.
"Alright, don't cry anymore. My grandpa, my grandpa, okay?”
Xing Lan was really speechless at that time.
Jing Han finally stopped crying. Xing Lan was afraid that she would be hungry, so he went out to buy a lot of things. However, Jing Han ate very little. Xing Lan directly helped her let go of the blanket. It was already very late, and Xing Lan still had to go to work, so Xing Lan let Jing Han sleep at home at night.
"I'm leaving. Cover yourself with the blanket at night and remember to plug the door. Call me if there's anything.”
When it was almost 12 o'clock, Xing Lan suggested going to work. Jinghan had already settled down. The funny scenes on television would occasionally make Jinghan laugh.
"Mhm, you can go."
Jing Han raised her head and gave Xing Lan a smile. Because her eyes were swollen from crying, Jing Han looked very comical at that time.
"Okay, call me if you need anything. Remember to cover yourself with the blanket at night.”
Xing Lan reminded her once again and walked out of the room. He used his phone to log into his QQ account and expressed his feelings. Xing Lan said that he would not let her cry in the future. Xing Lan said that he wanted to become her only and exclusive guardian angel, Ares.
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