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One hundred and six: the furthest distance

"Don't leave, talk with me!" Dong Xiaolan's slightly voice sounded.

Qiu Han could only turn around again and saw Dong Xiaolan raising her head slightly, and strong expectation appeared in her eyes.

Qiu Han nodded: "Why do you drink so much wine? I'll help you get some sobering medicine!" After saying that, he was about to leave, and he felt that he had to be more careful, and the alcohol began to get on.

Dong Xiaolan grabbed Qiu Han's hand tightly and shook her head: "No, I'm fine, don't leave me!" As she said that, she actually let go of her hand.

Qiu Han felt that Dong Xiaolan was a little strange today. He could not guess where it was, and he could not guess it. Before, this "fairy"-like woman would have been noisy at the banquet today, but today she was as quiet as water, and she had been very quiet since she came out of the office.

"Do you feel uncomfortable? I'll take you to have a look?"

"No, I'm really fine, I just feel so nervous!" Dong Xiaolan told the truth, but she scared Qiu Han's wine halfway.

"It's so blocked, and you're still asking it's okay? No, we have to go to the hospital for a look." Qiu Han thought of Lan Shang entrusting his sister to him and he would have to go to Hangzhou tomorrow. But nothing happened. He was no longer able to worry about more messes, but he could not let down this trust.

Dong Xiaolan looked at Qiu Han who was anxious, and a warm current rose in her heart. People felt much better in an instant, so she spoke, "I'm really fine. I just saw you today, which reminded me of some past events. When I see your current situation, I feel a little uncomfortable."

Ah, that's the case! Qiu Han's heart just fell to the ground. This time he didn't let Xiao Lan try to keep him. He looked off the bed and sat down.

"Don't worry about me, just be fine!" Qiu Han actually didn't know what to talk about. He couldn't chat with women, and girls didn't know how to say anything.

"Qiuhan, what do you think is the farthest distance between people?" Dong Xiaolan did not call Qiuhan's second brother, Han brother or something, but directly called his name, which seemed very serious. Perhaps this question was very important to her.

When Qiu Han heard this question, a whine sounded in his heart. In order to hide his sorrow, he got up and took two bottles of water on the table, unscrewed a bottle of lid and handed it over. He also opened the bottle cap and took a sip. The cold winter, the cold water flowed into his throat and flowed into his stomach, and it hurt like a knife.

"The distance between human hearts!" Qiu Han said.

The voice fell into Dong Xiaolan's ears, and infinite sadness surged. She didn't look at Qiu Han's face at this time, and she was a little scared. Yes, the human heart! The answer was perfectly consistent with herself. Isn't it the same with her and Qiu Han now?

The encounter was inexplicably and the heart was inexplicably moved. The two seemed very close, but since they met Zi Yuyan, Qiu Han could not say it, she could also feel that there was still a long journey between him and Qiu Han. She didn't know whether it was the distance between this journey, or whether Qiu Han would be with her side...

"The farthest distance in the world

It's not the distance between life and death

But I'm standing in front of you

You don't know I love you."

...

“The farthest distance in the world

No, I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you

But I love you so much that I can’t say I love you.”

...

"The farthest distance in the world is not I can't say I love you

But I miss you so much that I can only bury my heart deeply    ”

Dong Xiaolan leaned against the head of the bed and slowly recited this song "The Farest Distance in the World". She chose this popular and popular poem to express her heart at this moment, chanting it one by one, falling down one by one...

Qiu Han's heart fell with the falling drop by the little blue of Dong. He also liked this poem, or liked Zhang Xiaoxian more. Now the situation between him and Zi Yuyan is all written here: the farthest distance in the world is not that I can't say I miss you, but that I love each other but cannot be together, the farthest distance in the world is not that I love each other but cannot be together, but that I can't resist this breath, but I have to pretend to be careless...

Qiu Han understood Dong Xiaolan's feelings, and he wanted to hug her. However, his principles told him that he could not act too intimately in front of Xiaolan. Before the previous relationship was handled well, at least he should remain calm enough, although he also liked Dong Xiaolan in his heart. But what can I do?

Qiu Han was a little at a loss when he saw Dong Xiaolan's tears falling. A charming and sexy female "fairy" already has supreme lethality, and with a fatal weapon, it is enough to conquer any man until he falls. But he cannot, cannot be so selfish that he can never hurt a person. There are too many factors that tear him up. Children are his responsibility, and marriage is currently a shackle of his morality. He will not cross this red line before divorce, and absolutely cannot.

After pulling the tissue on the bedside table and handing it over, Qiu Han said: Although the farthest distance in the world is the distance between birds and fish, one soaring in the sky, the other diving deep into the sea. However, there is no farthest distance in the world, just flying fish and birds, and although it is the sky and sea bottom, there will always be intersection.

Dong Xiaolan burst into tears and laughed as he listened to Qiu Han's change of the original poem. He didn't know why Qiu Han changed it like this. At least she could understand his message in Qiu Han's changed sentences. She took the tissue from Qiu Han's hand: "This is my favorite poem, and it was changed to the most annoying version by you." After that, she actually smiled, smiling like a flower.

The dull Qiu Han understood this sentence this time, but did not respond, but asked, "Isn't there any past? What did you remember?"

As soon as Qiu Han reminded, Dong Xiaolan's pretty face, which was as smiling as a flower, immediately changed into a sad face. Qiu Han's eyes were full of headaches. Why is this woman like this? She cried and laughed, ah!
Chapter completed!
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