I really don't want to make a choice

From Heshi to Shanghai, it is less than 500 kilometers, and it takes about 6 hours to drive.

After clearing up the misunderstanding with Lan Feier and having dinner with her in the school cafeteria, Han Lang planned to leave immediately.

Life is like this, constantly rushing, constantly getting together, and constantly leaving.

After some people get together and part, it is very likely that they may not meet again.

Strictly speaking, people who accompany you throughout your life do not actually exist.

When drinking, raise your glass, men like to talk about a lifetime friendship, but will there really be a lifetime friendship?

When it rained suddenly in Heshi, Lan Feier sent Han Lang to the school gate and kissed him goodbye.

With music playing, Han Lang drove to Shanghai alone.

It's only 05:30 in the evening, everything is going well, and it's almost zero when Han Lang arrives in Shanghai.

Han Lang didn't plan to go back to the dormitory.

He sent a text message to Sister Fang, saying that he would live with her tonight.

Sister Fang only replied with "um", and then said that no matter how late it was, she would be waiting for him.

The word "wait" suddenly made Han Lang's conscience ache.

Love does not know why, it may not be dedicated, but it is really affectionate.

The rain became heavier, one autumn rain and one cool, the raindrops fell on the windshield, let the wipers shake back and forth, clearing those moments when it fell from the sky.

There was lonely music playing in the car.

Most of the time, Han Lang is most likely willing to enjoy the beauty of this kind of loneliness.

Rain, light, wind, night, music, alone alone.

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Around eight o'clock, Han Lang received a call from Li Qiuzhu.

"Is it there?"

Like a little daughter-in-law, Li Qiuzhu asked gently into the phone.

"Not yet, I guess it will arrive in the early morning."

Han Lang replied, he was answering the phone with earphones on.

"Why so late? Logically, you should be here?"

Li Qiuzhu asked curiously.

"It's not your fault. I was very tired last night. In the last service area, I fell asleep in the car and slept for hours."

Han Lang had long thought of an excuse.

"..."

Li Qiuzhu didn't expect Han Lang to answer like this suddenly.

How can I pick it up.

If I say that, I'm still tired.

"Then I said today that if I want to arrange a driver for you, you have to say no. You just like to be brave."

After Li Qiuzhu was stunned for a moment, he continued to reply.

"Men, if you don't show off your strength in front of the woman you like, what are you calling a man?"

"Could it be that you still want me to act like a softie?"

Han Lang smiled and said to Li Qiuzhu on the other end of the phone while driving.

A woman's liking for a man may be due to material things at the beginning, or it may be because of his face.

But in the final analysis, it should be because of the charm of a man himself.

Men's unyielding is a kind of charm.

"Okay, then I'll wait until you arrive before going to sleep."

"Even if I accompany you."

"Let's not hang up the phone, I'll just drive with you."

"You drive your car, I do my thing, and keeping the phone open keeps the distance between us."

After all, Li Qiuzhu is not short of money. Regarding the many beautiful things in love, she can directly express her romantic emotional needs in a very material way.

"Let's forget it. How can I drive like this?"

"Aunt Zhu, I understand what you mean."

"But you have to understand, I don't want to make you feel tired because of me."

"So you can sleep peacefully, and when you arrive in Shanghai, I'll text you back. Tell me you're safe!"

"Women should sleep well, so that the skin will not be bad."

"When I arrive in Shanghai, I'm also quite tired, so I won't call you anymore, just wash up and go straight to sleep."

Li Qiuzhu's proposal cannot be said to be bad, nor can it be said to be unromantic.

But Han Lang didn't want her to do this.

The reason is also very simple, after all, he is not only a woman like Li Qiuzhu.

If Li Qiuzhu really did this, what should she do if she receives another call?

The less trouble, the better.

In love, romance is good, but when thinking of the unknown risks that exist, Han Lang feels that it is necessary to avoid them.

Be pragmatic.

To get more, you have to lose something.

For example, some warm and romantic moments belonging to two people.

"Okay, then when you arrive in Shanghai, send me a text message."

Li Qiuzhu is not a hypocritical woman.

What Han Lang said also makes sense.

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Time is passing, the closer you get to Shanghai, the rain is getting lighter and smaller, and when you arrive in Shanghai, there is no rain here.

Han Lang drove directly to Sister Fang's rental house and parked the car.

He sent a text message to Lan Feier and Li Qiuzhu respectively.

The two text messages were replied almost at the same time.

It probably meant that Han Lang should rest early.

Because of the rain, it was already 12:40 in the morning when Han Lang arrived at Sister Fang's rental house in Shanghai.

At this point, Li Qiuzhu and Lan Feier can still reply to their text messages in seconds, and the sincerity in it is self-evident.

Han Lang lit a cigarette and smoked it outside the car.

Han Lang likes each of these women very much, and he doesn't want to lose them.

But people are selfish, which woman is willing to share the man she likes with another woman.

Although at present, Han Lang is doing well, everything is in order, and each of them feels that they are Han Lang's one and only.

But if you want people not to know, unless you do nothing.

Thinking of these, Han Lang sometimes has an inexplicable headache.

Forget it, I can't manage so much anymore, let's take one step at a time.

Han Lang threw down the unfinished cigarette and went upstairs.

Han Lang took out the key and directly opened the door of Sister Fang's rental house. He already had the key here, but he had never exercised this right before.

Turning the key, Yu Chunfang stood up. She was watching TV in the living room, just waiting for the man's return.

When he opened the door, the first thing he saw was Sister Fang's beautiful face, Han Lang had an indescribable feeling.

"Sister Fang, didn't I tell you that you don't have to wait for me? It's already so late."

Han Lang closed the door, kissed Yu Chunfang, and said dotingly.

"You said you were coming, how could I sleep."

"Is the job going well?"

Yu Chunfang poured a cup of warm water for Han Lang, handed it to Han Lang, and asked with concern.

"Well, it went well."

A lie, after all, needs countless lies to support the indestructibility of that lie.

Even if Han Lang's conscience hurts, he can't tell the truth.

"That's good, the toothpaste in the bathroom is packed for you, the towels for bathing are also there, and the pajamas are also there."

"Go to bed early after washing."

Sister Fang continued.

"it is good!"

At this moment, it seemed that Han Lang didn't dare to say anything other than a good word.

Among these women, Sister Fang's thoughtfulness was unmatched by other women.

She may not have the artistic temperament of Lan Feier, the enthusiasm of Liu Qiaoqiao, and the aura of a young lady with an extraordinary background like Li Qiuzhu.

But when it comes to living a real life, or taking care of the little things in life, how can they compare with Sister Fang?

"Well, then I'll wait for you on the bed first. Just put the washed clothes in the bathroom, and I will wash them for you tomorrow."

Sister Fang continued.

Han Lang nodded, then went to the bathroom and began to wash.

Yu Chunfang went to the room, she was also a little sleepy, she is a woman who doesn't like staying up late.

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