I really don't want to make a choice

"Qiaoqiao, is Brother Lang busy? Why did you come back today?"

Liu Qiaoqiao suddenly pushed the door open and Hua Lei asked curiously.

"Ok!"

Liu Qiaoqiao had already wiped away her tears. At this moment, she just wanted to sleep peacefully.

After a good night's sleep, maybe nothing happened.

Compared to Hua Lei, Yan Ruyue felt that it was not that simple.

Liu Qiaoqiao has always been so enthusiastic, but she was really haggard when she came back today.

Last time, when her grandfather passed away, she was so haggard.

So, what must have happened to her?

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The collapse of trust sometimes only takes a moment.

She has what Li Qiuzhu said.

This was the biggest blow to Liu Qiaoqiao.

Last night, she accidentally opened Han Lang's bag.

In addition to the original two mobile phones, there seemed to be mobile phones inside.

At that time, she didn't think much about it.

Later, Li Qiuzhu suddenly appeared, and after communicating with her again, she finally understood.

She originally believed in Han Lang so much, did she also believe in love so much?

But the end result is this.

For Liu Qiaoqiao, who has always been going smoothly, this is indeed a hurdle in her life.

She didn't have many friends.

She didn't know who to confide in.

In the past, when she was in pain, she would find Han Lang, call her, and cry in front of him.

But this time, the one who made her cry was the man who had been comforting her.

All kinds of things from the past came to my mind.

He sent her home, he helped her take pictures, she kissed him in the car, he held his hand, and wandered around Fudan's campus. . . . . . .

The time at that time was so sweet and warm.

If it wasn't for Li Qiuzhu's sudden appearance, she wouldn't be able to find fault with Han Lang.

But the biggest problem with feelings is that he already has someone else.

She was lying on the bed, facing the wall, tears streaming down her face.

When people lose love, they always think that they are lovers, their hearts are broken, and they don't want to touch a thing called "love" in this life.

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Not long after, her phone rang.

It was still the familiar note, but she was no longer willing to answer his calls.

In the past, the happiest time for him every day was when the phone rang and he saw the note "A Lang".

But at this moment, seeing those two words, she felt nothing but pain in her heart.

She turned the phone to silent and put it aside.

Now that we have bid farewell, why do we need to say more?

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After a long time, Hua Lei's phone rang.

"Oh, she's in the dormitory."

"Well, I see."

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In the evening, Liu Qiaoqiao's phone lighted up again, and she was awake.

She still didn't answer.

Then, Hua Lei's phone rang again.

She walked out of the dormitory.

About 10 minutes later, Hua Lei returned to the dormitory again.

"Qiaoqiao, Brother Lang is downstairs, do you want to see him?"

Hua Bui said to her.

"no need."

Liu Qiaoqiao's eyes were already red, she just faced the wall, and she didn't want to say a few more words.

"Brother Lang asked me to hand it over to you, and put it on your bed."

Hua Lei took out an exquisite box and put it on Liu Qiaoqiao's bed, then turned and went to her own bed.

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The night of Yucheng University of Technology carries a little of the gentleness of Jiangnan.

Han Lang walked alone on the campus for a while, this was his university in his previous life.

Familiar yet unfamiliar.

Come to think of it, few women would be able to accept everything like this.

Since she didn't want to see her for the last time, she should leave too.

As for everything she wanted to say, she put it in that box.

It was a gift that Liu Qiaoqiao had always wanted. Han Lang bought it before, but he didn't give it to her.

Today he recorded what he wanted to say, including an apology, put it on a USB flash drive, and put it in that box.

Light a cigarette, take a puff by yourself, and the wind blows, and it will be ignited soon.

Han Lang quickened his pace and walked towards his car, ready to leave.

People always have to move forward?

It is hard to lose a loved one.But because of this, do you not live?Do not continue?

Han Lang, who has experienced too much in the past, this bit of blood in life will definitely not be able to break him down.

It's one thing to suffer, but quite another to break a person.

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Saturday at Yucheng University of Technology was much quieter than usual.

But not far from where Han Lang parked, the meeting was extremely lively.

Han Lang was in no mood to join in the fun.

All he wanted was to drive out of here and get on with his life.

It doesn't matter if you say he is ruthless, or you say he is ungrateful.

At this moment, what can he do?

Suddenly, the bustling lake was full of voices.

"Song Lingyan, I love you!"

"Song Lingyan, promise him!"

The sound is getting louder.

Han Lang glanced there.

Probably a certain boy confessed his love to the girl he likes tonight.

Young people always feel that if they like someone, they want to let the whole world know.

I don't know, this kind of high-profile confession, the performance is not good, it is easy to shoot yourself in the foot.

Ok?

Han Lang was suddenly stunned.

Song Lingyan?

Ling Bo took small steps, smiling sweetly.

He remembered what he said to her when he asked her out for dinner for the first time.

is her?

Is it really her?

Han Lang couldn't help but look into the crowd.

But I saw a girl quickly fleeing from the crowd. She was wearing high heels and her face was flushed.

The unison voices in the crowd stopped abruptly.

She should have just worn high heels, so it can be seen that her trotting posture is very awkward.

Han Lang wanted to see if the Song Lingyan everyone was talking about was her?

Getting closer.

at last

He saw her face, it was her!

The world is so big that most people can only meet hundreds or thousands of people.

This world is so small, among billions of people, they still met her!

Suddenly, the root of her high heel broke.

She just fell to the ground like that.

On the hard concrete floor, there was a bang, and a person fell to the ground without warning.

She fell to the ground in pain.

She was only three meters away from Han Lang.

Two women trotted over from behind.

"Ling Yan, are you okay?"

"Ah, my knees are bleeding all over."

Han Lang's memories of the two girls are both there.

"Student, are you okay?"

Han Lang finally walked over.

He witnessed the whole process, so it should be quite serious.

"Send it to the school doctor!"

"I think it's serious. Should I go to a hospital outside or call 120?"

The two women had a disagreement as they watched the painful girl lying on the ground.

After a while, a boy appeared.

He holds flowers in his hands and wears out-of-the-ordinary clothes.

"Ling Yan, what's wrong with you?"

"Hurry to the hospital."

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Han Lang looked at the boy, but he didn't have any memories.

"How about taking my car and I'll take her to the hospital?"

Finally Han Lang spoke up.

Judging by her injury, the school doctor at the school can't fix it.

"Okay, then I'll trouble you."

A girl spoke up.

While talking, the two girls lifted Song Lingyan together with the boy who arrived last.

Han Lang drove the car to the side.

The boy sat in the co-pilot.

Two girls took care of the injured Song Lingyan and sat in the back row.

There was silence in the car.

"Senior Fan, this is too unexpected for you tonight, how do you let Ling Yan accept it?"

A girl spoke to the man sitting in the co-pilot.

"Ling Yan, I'm sorry, I didn't know this would happen."

Boys also feel a little reckless.

"Senior, the blood on her knee got on your car, I'm sorry."

At this time, another girl spoke again.

"fine!"

"Let's heal her injury first."

Han Lang said while driving.

Han Lang has always dressed more maturely, so there is nothing wrong with those who call him senior.

Yucheng was not big, and within 20 minutes, he sent them to the hospital.

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