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Tang Rui looked at Shuran calmly: "Why didn't you leave earlier?"

"Not everyone is Han Tianning!" Shu Lan gripped the empty cup tightly and said in a low voice.

Not everyone could leave without hesitation like Han Tianning, even when facing a man like Song Haojun.

She couldn't do it.

She was an indecisive woman. In love, she had no autonomy and was powerless to break free.

From the initial sweetness to the final endurance, it took seven years before he finally left.

He still sneaked away, not daring to go home and retrieve anything. Not daring to meet him again, he slipped away like a fugitive.

"I remember that year's graduation class. No one knew that you had a foreign boyfriend." Tang Rui was a very good conversationalist. He could slowly lead people into distant memories, "At that time, the teacher was even younger than he is now, with black hair and black eyes. He made us, who study abroad, fall in love with music lessons …"

Sunlight flowed quietly on the park bench as Han Tianning was described in passing.

"The students in the international study class should all like Chinese teachers very much, right? So Shulan was very popular with students at the time. "

Han Tianning didn't really want to know about Shu Lan's past, but she didn't say anything to assert the term. She just listened quietly.

She was a very good listener, patient and earnest. Regardless of what she heard or if it was something she was interested in, she would maintain her self-control.

This was the place where Yan Zixian liked her. She didn't need to have a devastatingly beautiful appearance, but she definitely had to have an inner beauty.

For example, if the bones were long enough, the skin wouldn't be too bad.

Elegant but wise, he liked this kind of woman.

At that time, Shu Lan was just a girl with a simple background. She worked in a shopping mall and met an American. He was the man she loved to the point that her life came to an end." Yan Ziyan drank a mouthful of water before continuing, "That person helped Shulan move to New York, and even helped her find a job... But he didn't love Shulan. It was funny to say that the American was a complete GAY. He was a professional pianist and amateur baseball player. Although his sexual orientation was not shameful, as a semi-public figure he was unwilling to be mocked. So he brought Shulan along as a shield.

"Too much." Finally, Han Tianning spoke.

"Yes, very selfish." Yan Ziyan smiled faintly, "Shu Lan was deceived by him for two whole years. Only then did she know that the person she wants to marry, likes men."

"Why didn't you leave?" Han Tianning asked.

"As far as I know, Shulan is not happy with him. After the first short period of sweetness, the Americans slowly revealed their true nature. They hit and scolded her, and after drinking, they treated her very badly."

"You can call the police." Han Tianning said with a frown.

"If Song Haojun hurt you while drunk, would you call the police?" He looked at her, then added, "I mean after he married you."

Han Tianning bit his lips and silently lowered his head.

"If you love someone too much, you will lose your ego and also lose your dignity." A trace of gentleness surfaced in Ning Xuemo's eyes, "Ning Xuemo, you really like Song Hao. You should know this feeling."

"Without dignity and self-loss, how can you like someone better?" Han Tianning did not admit or deny.

"Shu Lan's character is weak and weak. Moreover, she's alone in a foreign land, and her entire body is controlled by that man. With her personality, it's impossible for her to fight against fate." He suddenly stopped and watched as the roller coaster slowly started moving.

"And then?" Han Tianning really couldn't imagine how Shulan would be able to endure such a life.

"Later on, she became more and more outrageous. She brought different men home, so she decided not to hide her status as a comrade in front of Shulan. She only stayed outside and continued to show her love." Yan Zixian shook his head. "So the remaining years, for Shulan, should have worn down all her love, from love to hate to dark memories she cannot be touched."

"So, that's why I'm so attached to your home and feel that that's a happy and normal life. I don't want to leave, right?" He carefully chose his words and said, "Moreover, her students are so outstanding. If they didn't have the identity of a teacher and student, any woman would be tempted."

Han Tianning's face changed slightly. She never thought that Shu Lan would have such thoughts about Song Haojun.

Her understanding of feelings was relatively simple. She only cared about the people she was important to. She only thought about Song Haojun's attitude towards Shu Lan, and never thought about Shu Lan's motives.

"It's getting late. If you feel better, fill your stomach with something." Han Tianning stood up, obviously not wanting to talk about Shulan. Her slightly calmer brain was once again set on fire.

"Well, what to eat? "Let me think …" Yan Zixian also stood up and followed her out.

"The catalpa period." Han Tianning suddenly stopped and lowered his head as he shouted.

"What's wrong?" He stopped and looked at her.

"Why do you know so much? about Shulan. " Han Tianning raised his head and looked into Li Feiyu's eyes.

He didn't evade her question at all. Instead, he met her gaze with a smile and replied, "Because it has something to do with you."

Because it has something to do with you.

Han Tianning stared blankly for a moment before shifting her gaze away. She no longer looked into his eyes and continued walking forward.

Would he need to ask more questions? No, she didn't want to know too much.

The sunlight was very bright, and when it fell on the figures of the two, one in front and one behind, it gave them a warm feeling.

In the KTV, Han Tianning sat on the sofa with his eyes closed as he listened to Song Haojun's songs.

Yan Zizhi sat to one side and did not disturb her.

With such a comfortable time, he wasn't in a hurry to take everything away from Song Haojun.

Han Tianning knew that he wanted to take a walk with him. He hoped that he could have a friend by his side at this time.

She was not as strong as she had thought.

Because he really liked Song Haojun, there was an unexpected pain.

Today we look at each other, tomorrow we forget, this is our love.

The song floated in the air. That familiar voice did not use any skill, only a low chant.

A marriage without a foundation of love would not have blossomed into a flower of happiness.

However, in the short span of a few months, they would be able to rely on each other every night. From their body to their spirit, they would gradually fall in love.

Song Haojun was a bad-tempered devil, but that didn't stop her from liking him.

Like his innocent and handsome face before the piano, like his elegant smile when playing the violin, like his slight frown when he was unhappy, like him being a rogue like a child at night …

Even if his demonic temper flared up, she liked it.

However, he could condone everything, but he couldn't tolerate it. In his heart, there was another her.

"Ning Ning, what are you going to do next?"

After sitting quietly with her for two hours, he turned down the volume of the speakers and asked.

"Ning." Seeing that she didn't answer, he knew that she was distracted. He reached out his hand and lightly touched her arm.

"Hmm?" As if awakened from a dream, Han Tianning turned around to look at Yan Zhaoge.

"What are you going to do next?" Yan Zixian smiled bitterly, "You don't plan to go home? Just like that? "

"Oh …" Me … "Don't worry about me." Han Tianning forced out a smile and asked in a sensitive tone, "Are you busy now?" "I'm really sorry for delaying you today …"

Before he could finish his words, Han Tianning looked at him in shock before turning to the side as if he had been electrocuted.

Just now, her lips were suddenly pressed down. The feeling of her skin touching something caused her to jump in fright.

Yan Zixian smiled as he looked at her. He withdrew his finger from the air and shook it: "Didn't you promise me that you wouldn't say 'sorry' to me?"

"Ah …" "Right …" Han Tianning saw the smile on Tang Wulin's face and let out a breath of relief. He awkwardly rubbed his hair. "I forgot. I'll pay attention next time."

"So, what are we going to do next?" "We can't just ignore each other like this."

"It's not anger." Han Tianning slightly creased his brow and earnestly corrected him. "I won't continue to have an unequal relationship, so if he can't give me the same love, I'll wait for the divorce."

"Divorce?" The smile in his eyes froze as he asked in a serious tone, "Ning Ning, now that you're talking about divorce, it'll affect him even more."

When Han Tianning heard these words, his frown deepened as he lowered his head in silence.

She had been too sad yesterday, and didn't think too much about it. Her heart was filled with disappointment towards Song Haojun.

As he was slightly taken aback, Han Tianning finally thought of his "proper business".

Find other things to fill up your time, you will not be like a grudging woman, foolishly struggling in a whirlpool of emotions to wait.

Song Haojun was on set.

For the first time he felt that he had nowhere to go.

Furthermore, he was afraid to return to that cold and secluded home.

He kept his phone in his pocket the whole time. Even when he was in the middle of filming, he kept it close to his body.

After swearing at the psychiatrist and Tang Rui, Song Haojun told the crew car to come to the bar to pick him up. He didn't even have the mood to bid farewell to Shulan.

The director did not dare to scold him for disappearing for a day.

Because of the haze in the depths of Song Haojun's eyes, everyone unconsciously turned away from him, fearing that they would be assaulted by a violent storm.

"Director, I'm working overtime for the night show." When Song Haojun changed his appearance, he spoke to the director in an indifferent tone.

"The night scene has fallen quite a bit, but Assistant Han repeatedly warned me a while ago …"

"It doesn't matter if you kill him earlier or later, no matter how long he works." Song Haojun suddenly said fiercely.

Immediately afterwards, as if he had discovered that he had lost his composure, Song Haojun loosened his clenched fists, and took a deep breath, "Hurry up and finish it, I don't care."

"Alright, as long as you say that." The director's face lit up. This was because Song Haojun had slowed down the film crew's progress. Now, he was the only one left who had not finished filming the entire movie.

As a stylist, Song Hao prepared his next appearance. He didn't want to go home, be it filming or working, as long as he could fill up his space.