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Song Han laughed at himself, "Yes, scumbag."

Xing Hua has known her for so many years, so she has some understanding of her thoughts. The shadow left by her parents' tragedy is not insignificant. It can be said that she looks down on love, or she takes love too seriously. up.

Xiang Jinru committed suicide for Song Qin. She hated her, but she also wanted to understand her in the past, but in the end, she couldn't understand that kind of love. She was willing to die for the other party and leave the living to be tortured. No matter how you look at it, it is stupid.

So she looks down on those who are willing to die or live for the so-called love, and even more down on those who are not willing to pay for it at all. Xiang Jinru and Song Chengyue are two typical examples.

"What's the matter with just having a small love affair? If you can live through it, you can divide it. You just think too much..."

"Let's talk." Song Han pinched his cigarette, finished the wine in the glass, and went upstairs.

Xing Hua looked at her back and sighed.

The lights in Jing Fan's room were still on, Song Han stood in the living room watching for a while, and then went up to knock on the door.

The door opened, Jing Fan grabbed the door frame, "I can't sleep."

Song Han raised his eyebrows, "Then what should we do? You have another exam tomorrow."

Jing Fan rolled his eyes, "What are you doing tonight?"

Song Han leaned against the door frame, "There's nothing to do."

"I heard brother Chen say you can play the guitar last time?"

Song Han smiled helplessly, with a pampering look in her eyes that she didn't realize, "Do you still want to sleep?"

Jing Fan ignored her at all, and leaned slightly towards her: "Let's play a part."

Song Han sighed and walked into the room.

Jing Fan handed her his guitar, and then sat cross-legged on the bed.

Song Han sat by the bed, played a sound or two with his fingers, and looked back at her, "Lie down, sleep."

Jing Fan bent his eyes and lay down obediently, "Song Han."

"Yeah." Song Han didn't ask her why he called him, and raised his hand to play a melody.

In fact, the first musical instrument she learned was not drums. She knew a little of the musical instruments that she could learn, but in the end she couldn't count how many musical instruments she knew but was not good at.

A piece of music was not finished, and the people around him were already fast asleep. Song Han got up and put the guitar down, tucked her in the quilt, and went out the door.

He sat in the living room and lit another cigarette.

She was very clear about what she wanted, and she always wanted to be nicer to this little girl, which was different from talking about Lin Xiangxi to Bei Xiaochi.

But she, Song Han, is not afraid at all, but when it comes to emotional matters, she is subconsciously afraid.

She was afraid that she was too serious, like Xiang Jinru, and she was not serious, like Song Chengyue.

Knowing that he should stay away, he still couldn't help but want to get closer.

Xing Hua was right.It's just scum.

December is coming to an end, and the third year of high school also has a day off on New Year's Day.

Bei Xiaochi successfully passed the preliminaries and could come back for the New Year's Eve. On the day she arrived home, Song Han wasted no time in cleaning her up.

On the 31st, there was a New Year's Eve event in the bar, and the atmosphere was very lively. The blazing new song started, almost toppled the roof of the building.

On this day, he was really preparing to stay up all night, and Jing Fan was also allowed to stay downstairs. When it was almost midnight, the audience counted down, and hundreds of people shouted together.

Jing Fan grabbed Song Han's wrist, and the two were squeezed together by the crowd.

"Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five! Four! Three! Two! One!"

"Happy New Year!"

Jing Fan turned to look at Song Han, the colorful lights hit her face, making her a little blurry, she smiled and shouted at her again: "Happy New Year!"

Song Han smiled back at her.

After closing time, many people stayed behind. This is a blazing tradition. Many of these underground bands left their hometowns, and some even broke up with their families. On New Year’s Eve, those who could not go back gathered together , have a New Year’s Eve dinner.

Jing Fan, as a newcomer who has become popular recently, naturally many people wanted to have a drink with her, but Song Han stopped them all.

"Boss Song, you are too protective of the calf, what can you do with just a glass of beer?" Someone laughed and joked.

"If you don't want to drink, don't drink. Find someone else. There is no one in front of Xing Hua, and her popularity has declined."

The visitor had no choice but to say, "Hey, that's fine, I don't want to persuade your little one anymore, I'll go find Xing Hua for a drink."

Jing Fan froze for a moment when he heard the phrase "Your big baby", and lowered his head to eat.

"Don't pay attention to them, if you suppress them for too long, your brain will easily go wrong."

Tan Chenlin was surrounded by people to the west, and Bei Xiaochi was like a duck to water in such an occasion, but there was no one around them for a while.

Song Han thought for a while, took an empty glass, poured half a glass of beer, and handed it to her.

Jing Fan took it and looked up at her.

"It's Chinese New Year today," Song Han smiled, "you can drink a little."

Jing Fan didn't refuse, and drank the cup in one gulp.

"Hey——" Song Han snatched the cup over, "I'll show you how to drink so fast?"

"Who will take half a glass of wine to meet the scene? I don't usually drink it, and I didn't say I can't drink it." Jing Fan was dissatisfied.It's not that she hasn't drunk alcohol before, and she feels that she can still drink alcohol.

Song Han saw that she really didn't seem to know how to drink, so he didn't stop her. Anyway, if she was drunk, it was just a matter of going upstairs.

After drinking a few glasses of beer, Jing Fan's face flushed slightly, he let go a lot, and chatted with the person next to him.