【Han Zhang】Respiratory Function Theory

For the time being, let’s treat it as a side story of “The Theory of Respiratory Function” =w=

pure water, show love

The original [-] questions of old couples and old wives are not applicable to many topics because they are BG, so I mixed them with [-] questions of love, and then wrote three questions in each paragraph~ you can read it as a whole article~

In short, the first one first=w=Women like wolves and tigers, please take your time to make jokes

[-]. Shave for you; caress your face with your hands; wear the other party's things.

There are morning rituals that develop gradually after the two live together.

The running-in of habits, and then derive new habits.

For example, Han Wenqing is used to getting up early, and the two shave side by side in front of the mirror.Both of them brought their original razors, and they used their own razors without any conflict.

Except for this day, Han Wenqing didn't sleep well the night before, woke up in a trance in the morning, stood in front of the mirror with a razor for a long time, his eyes were so dazed that he couldn't focus, and couldn't do anything.Zhang Xinjie shaved half of his face to see if he still didn't move, and gave him a questioning look.

"Didn't sleep well?"

Han Wenqing nodded, put down the razor, turned and walked to the bedroom, intending to change clothes without shaving.

"Wait a minute, I'll shave for you." Zhang Xinjie chased out from the bathroom and said.

He nodded, walked into the bedroom, opened the wardrobe, took out the first shirt on the left and the first pair of pants in the cabinet, and changed them on.

Zhang Xinjie had just finished shaving when he changed his clothes, so he called him over.There was no sitting place of a suitable height in the bathroom, so he simply sat on the sink. Zhang Xinjie stood in front of him, with his arms around his waist.

"Don't move around." As he spoke, he pressed the shaving foam into his palm and applied it to his cheeks.The rough touch of beard stubble penetrates the delicate foam and sticks to the palm of the hand, making it itchy.After Zhang Xinjie applied the foam evenly, he picked up the razor.

He was half his head lower than Han Wenqing. In this posture, Han Wenqing's slightly raised chin was right in front of his eyes. He lowered his hand carefully, and the foam was scraped away by the razor, revealing the smooth skin underneath.Han Wenqing couldn't see his movements, so he could only judge the direction by the feel of the blade.Zhang Xinjie's breath penetrated into the collar of his shirt, it was slightly hot and itchy.

He thought he had to divert his attention, so he moved his eyes to the sink.

"Huh? Is that yours?"

He opened his mouth suddenly, and the blade just hit his chin. Zhang Xinjie immediately raised the blade in fright, frowned and said in a low voice, "Don't move around, what if you cut yourself? Well, it's useless to you, it's okay, we're not infected sick."

Han Wenqing smiled and didn't dare to speak any more, thinking that it wasn't because he was afraid of contagious disease that he could use it separately.

Here, Zhang Xinjie shaved quickly. Han Wenqing thanked him and lowered his head to wash off the remaining foam. Zhang Xinjie grabbed his arm and rolled up his sleeves for him.

"Thanks." He wiped the water on his face and refreshed himself with the cold water.Then turn off the water, get up, and wipe your face with a towel.

"Don't forget to use aftershave." Zhang Xinjie reminded him, because he was always too lazy to use it.

Han Wenqing took the aftershave lotion and patted it on the palm of his hand, then wiped it on his face a few times, and said, "It's done."

Seeing Zhang Xinjie frowning, he suddenly felt in a particularly good mood, so he pulled him over and stood beside him.

"what happened?"

"Let me help you check whether your beard is clean or not." As he spoke, Han Wenqing touched his side face with his palm and stroked it gently.

Zhang Xinjie's brows had already been flattened, and he looked a few years younger when he took off his glasses. They exchanged a kiss, which was reminiscent of it on their lips.

"Should I still buy lemon-flavored toothpaste in the future?"

"I feel so too."

TBC

[I have to change a pair of krypton alloy dog ​​eyes for myself every day]

[-]. Reading together under the light, I can hold you when I reach out, and I suddenly smile at each other with a tacit understanding

Han Wenqing also developed the habit of reading after living together.

In the past, he only read magazines like Gaming Home, but now that the bookshelves of the two have merged, he will also read Zhang Xinjie's books.Zhang Xinjie's bookcase is just like his own, rigorous and meticulous, all kinds of books are placed in different categories, and of course there are no books for entertainment.At the beginning, he only read some military books, war history and so on, and later he even started to read biographies. Although he felt that some of them were too wordy, he could read them patiently.

Sometimes, like on nights like this one, neither of us has anything in particular planned, and it's a while before we go to sleep.Zhang Xinjie never watched TV, so he took a book and sat down at the desk, flipped to the place where he read it last time, and continued reading.

Han Wenqing remembered that he hadn't finished reading Zhang Lingfu's biography before, so he also went to pick it up, and sat at the table, a corner away from Zhang Xinjie.

As soon as he sat down, Zhang Xinjie looked over, saw the cover of the book, and gasped, "Why did you choose this?"

This question really caught Han Wenqing's attention. He froze for a moment and said, "I think it's quite interesting."

Zhang Xinjie didn't ask any more questions, just lowered his head and continued to read his own.

This book Han Wenqing has only just begun, and he only knows a thing or two about Zhang Lingfu. He only knows that in Menglianggu, 3 people desperately resisted the offensive of more than 10 people, and finally ran out of ammunition and food, and the entire army was wiped out.Such a tragic and magnificent death left him with a deep impression on this titan.

This is one of the reasons why Han Wenqing chose this book.He found the previous progress, and saw that the protagonist of this book was just a teenager, smart, studious, serious and persistent.He couldn't help but think of the person next to him.

Although the surface is so calm and composed, but he joined Tyranny who never retreated, greatly modified his tactical style, and followed his indomitable steps until today.

Han Wenqing smiled wryly and realized that he was distracted, and his attention returned to the room. The air was quiet and serene, with only the sound of pages being turned.A small flying insect flew under the lamp, casting a small black shadow on the table.He turned his head to look at Zhang Xinjie, and it happened that Zhang Xinjie also looked up at the same time, a smile couldn't help but overflow from the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Xinjie also smiled, and asked him with a faint smile, "What's the matter, are you so happy?"

Han Wenqing stopped laughing, reached out to hold Zhang Xinjie's left hand, and held it quietly.

"I just suddenly felt that you are quite similar to him."

Zhang Xinjie looked at the book in his hand: "Zhang Lingfu? Where does he look like?"

Han Wenqing shook his head and stopped answering, just holding his hand firmly.

"No, not like it," he said at last.

[-]. Two places apart, but dreaming of each other; you are my direction; the information in the mobile phone

In the life of a professional gamer, he spends more than a month a year out of town, and Han Wenqing has long been used to it.

However, he was the only one who was called to a meeting by the chairman of the alliance this time, which was a little uncomfortable.Although I don't chat with people when I travel with the whole team, after all, I get used to having familiar people around me, and I feel more relaxed mentally.

He sat in the waiting hall, glanced at the waiting crowd around him, lowered his head and took out his mobile phone.

23:38

Due to the hasty notice of the meeting, he only had time to buy a ticket for a late-night flight.There were still 5 minutes before boarding, he thought about it, and wrote a new text message.The content is short, just inform yourself that you have arrived at the airport and are ready to board the plane.

That person is already asleep, this time.Fortunately, he knows that his mobile phone will be turned off when he sleeps, so he is not too worried about waking him up.But he no longer waited for a reply, just turned off the phone and waited for the broadcast notification.

On the plane, Han Wenqing fell asleep unknowingly, and even had a dream.

He woke up from a hazy dream, lifted the thin blanket, asked the stewardess to bring him a glass of warm water, drank it, and felt much better.

What I dreamed was nothing out of the ordinary, just old things.That was before Zhang Xinjie made his debut. When he was leading the coaching match in the training camp, a young man who used a priest seriously grinded the whole game with him.The earnestness and persistence that surpassed those of his peers, as well as the immature but meticulous operational intentions, made him feel incredible.That boy's face is very blurry now, but when he thinks about it carefully, he has changed into Zhang Xinjie's again.

He drank the water in the glass, put it aside, leaned back on the seat and closed his eyes.

How many years has it been, when they were still so young.

It was already past 1 o'clock when we arrived. Han Wenqing strode through the aisle while taking out his mobile phone to contact the driver who came to pick him up.

After making the phone call, I found a text message came in. I clicked on it, and it turned out to be Zhang Xinjie.

"Bon trip. I just dreamed that you had arrived."

Sent time: 23:43

Han Wenqing was staring at the text message in a daze. Did he wake up from his text message after falling asleep? He was probably still in a daze, and he uttered such a line that he would not normally say at all.

He imagined how Zhang Xinjie would send text messages with his eyes open in a daze, and he didn't come back to his senses until someone stopped him.

"Team Han, this way."

Before he knew it, he had reached the exit, he put away his delusions, and nodded to the person who came to pick him up.

The driver walked ahead quickly, wondering if he was too sleepy and had hallucinations. The Korean team seemed to be laughing just now?

The next day was a long day of meeting arrangements. When the meeting ended in the afternoon, Han Wenqing politely declined the chairman's hospitality and made a phone call to the team's general affairs office.The ticket was changed. The plane originally scheduled for tomorrow morning was adjusted to tonight, the earliest flight.

A person's business trip is too long, he wants to go back quickly.

Go back to the direction you should go back.

TBC

Annotation for the first stalk:

Zhang Lingfu, a native of Chang'an County, Shaanxi Province (also known as today's Xi'an), was born as a scholar, graduated from the Fan Department of the Peking University Master, and joined the army. He followed Jiang Gong and resisted Japan for eight years. He was called the most terrifying Chinese army by the Japanese army.He fought for Jiang Gong all his life and refused to surrender until his death.

[I think the subtitle can be changed to - "Happy Man Han Wenqing"]

[-]. There is a light that lights up for me, hugging and sleeping, two hands can form a perfect posture

If there was anything that could surprise Zhang Xinjie, probably only Han Wenqing knew the answer.

But this time he didn't hide the change of his itinerary. After rebooking the ticket, he told Zhang Xinjie about the new itinerary.Due to the hasty change, and there are only night flights, we fly at 9:11 pm and arrive after [-]:[-] pm.

"Will it be too hard? It doesn't make any difference if you wait until tomorrow." After hearing his schedule, Zhang Xinjie persuaded him in an obviously worried tone on the other end of the phone.The calm voice pierced into the ears through the interference of radio waves, and even the image of his frowning became vivid.

"No." Han Wenqing took away the cigarette and exhaled, "You don't have to wait for me, go to bed first."

Zhang Xinjie hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to say something more, but in the end he just said, be careful on the road.

The night flight is of course hard work, and he is not a superman, tireless.It's just like returning home like an arrow, it's like adding a buff of steel and iron to him, and even the fatigue has been reduced by 70%.

The job of picking up the airport was left to the driver of the team. He parked the car at the entrance of the community and walked home by himself blowing the night wind.

The community at 12 o'clock in the evening was very quiet, only the stray cats who didn't know where to call occasionally.The April wind was still very cool at night. With his hands in his pockets, he looked up at the residential building not far away. There was a warm gleam behind the familiar window.

Like a sailor from his hometown after a long absence, he whistled and headed towards his own lighthouse.

Although I was in a very happy mood, I still didn't dare to make a sound when I entered the door. I closed the door softly and changed my slippers carefully.There was a desk lamp on the small table by the window in the living room, and he took advantage of the light to go into the bathroom to wash, shaking off the dust all over his body.

After turning off the light in the living room, he walked gently into the bedroom, and the small lamp beside the bed was also on, probably because Zhang Xinjie specially left it on for fear that he would be unable to move around in the dark.Unaccustomed to having lights when sleeping, he seemed to sleep unsteadily. He felt Han Wenqing sitting down beside the bed, turned over, and murmured, "Are you back?"

Unexpectedly, Han Wenqing woke him up, agreed, turned around and touched his face, and was grabbed and held in the palm of his hand.He simply bowed his head and kissed him on the face. Zhang Xinjie nodded in response, and said sleepily, "Go to bed early."

"Ah."

Han Wenqing turned off the bedside lamp, lay down, turned sideways, and put his arms around him.

"Hmm..." Zhang Xinjie pushed him and opened his mouth to protest.

"Don't move, sleep well."

As Han Wenqing spoke, he simply adjusted his posture again, wrapping him in his arms.Zhang Xinjie had no choice but to put his hand on his body, twist it twice to adjust to a comfortable position, and continued to sleep peacefully on his arm.

Han Wenqing laughed silently in the dark, and the joyful mood that had filled the entire return journey returned to calm at this moment, becoming serene and complete.

"Good night."

"Good night."

TBC

[-]. A bowl of porridge next to the sick bed, sitting in the night with clothes on, with foreheads close together

The fatigue brought about by the intensive running finally defeated the number one tough man in the Glory League.

When he woke up in the morning, apart from dizziness and numbness in his arms, Han Wenqing didn't feel anything special. He got up as usual, shaved, had breakfast, and walked to the team with Zhang Xinjie.

When the afternoon training started, he felt something was wrong.His head was dizzy, as if someone had hit him hard on the back of the head.He had trouble concentrating, and after his third failure, he slammed on his keyboard to get everyone's attention.

He glanced back, and everyone shrank their necks and looked back.He turned around and sat down. Feeling Zhang Xinjie's gaze beside him, he tilted his head unnaturally: "It's okay, I'll start again later."

Zhang Xinjie raised his eyebrows, and suddenly stretched out his hand to cover his forehead, his expression became serious: "You seem to have a little fever."

Han Wenqing was sent out of the training room by Zhang Xinjie's insistence. He tried to resist, but today his vice-captain seemed determined to challenge the authority of the captain and forced him out of the gate.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Han Wenqing was no longer a young lad, and he stopped resisting when he reached the corridor, and the two walked shoulder to shoulder.

"Take your temperature." Zhang Xinjie pushed down his glasses and looked straight ahead, with a serious expression like before the finals.

38.5 degrees.

Han Wenqing didn't even have the confidence to resist this time, so he was forcibly sent home.

He changed back into his pajamas, lay down on the bed, Zhang Xinjie drew the curtains, brought him warm water and pills, and watched him drink all the water before taking back the cup.

The cold medicine containing chlorpheniramine had a good sedative effect, and he soon fell asleep.

He fell asleep intermittently until night, and he woke up hungry, covered in a quilt and sweating all over his body, his hair sticking to his forehead, a little itchy.He lifted the tightly covered quilt and scratched his head, and heard someone talking beside him.

"How do you feel?" Zhang Xinjie was sitting on the other side of the bed, wearing home clothes over his pajamas, as if he had just taken a shower, his hair was still a little damp, and he was flipping through a book under the bedside lamp.Sensing his movement, she closed the book and looked back at him.

He honestly replied: "I'm hungry."

"Then you wait." The bed beside him tilted and returned to its original position. He heard light footsteps going away, and came back after a while.

Zhang Xinjie returned to the room with a small tray, and put it on the bedside table. Only then did Han Wenqing realize that it was a bowl of plain porridge, with two small dishes to accompany the porridge.

"When you have a cold, your stomach is weak, so you should drink some porridge first."

"My mouth is bitter." Han Wenqing looked up at him.

Zhang Xinjie paused and said, "Then shall I add some sugar for you?"

Han Wenqing immediately shook his head, sat up straight and lowered his head to drink the porridge.The side dishes were also very light. Zhang Xinjie insisted that the daily intake of salt should not exceed 6g. This standard made Han Wenqing somewhat depressed at the moment.But the white porridge was very soft and sticky, and the stomach that hadn't eaten for most of the day was appeased by this bowl of porridge. He ate quickly, and sweat broke out on his forehead. At this time, he heard the sound of footsteps coming back.

"If you don't like it, just drink this."

Zhang Xinjie handed him a water glass, he took it, took a sip, it tasted slightly sour and quite refreshing.

"What was added?"

"Vitamin C." Zhang Xinjie bent down to clean up the dishes.Thinking of something suddenly, he leaned over and hugged Han Wenqing's back of the neck, thinking that he would get a kiss, all Han Wenqing felt was the sudden touch of skin on his forehead, he opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

"The fever is gone, take another dose of medicine and sleep and you should be fine."

When he got up to leave, Han Wenqing grabbed the collar of his pajamas, and the home clothes slipped on his shoulders and fell to the ground.

"bitter."

That's what he said before kissing her.

TBC

[-]. Rejected requests; misunderstandings; during quarrels, still sit and eat;

The first kiss was a taste, Zhang Xinjie's pajamas collar was pulled off by him, revealing half of his chest and vague collarbone.

Han Wenqing loosened his arms around his neck and held his lips. The wet kiss soon became deep and passionate. His tongue swept over Zhang Xinjie's mouth. Zhang Xinjie's response was the same as they usually do. Things seemed to be going on. It developed as Han Wenqing expected.

It's just that when he tried to put Zhang Xinjie down on the bed during the kiss, he encountered resistance.

Zhang Xinjie pushed his hand away, and withdrew from the deep kiss. Although his lips were red and swollen and his breathing was out of rhythm, he told him in the same serious tone as usual: "No, not tonight."

Han Wenqing was stunned for a moment, he couldn't figure out why the atmosphere of your love and my wish suddenly stopped when it was still like that just now.

"Why?" He rarely asked.

"You are not well yet, wait until you recover."

Sick people always have a bad temper, although Han Wenqing thought he had recovered.

"The fever has subsided."

"It's just that the fever has just subsided, and my body is still very weak. I need adequate rest to replenish my strength."

"You are afraid that I will infect you."

Zhang Xinjie was speechless. What Han Wenqing was showing at this moment was probably the so-called cheating that was rarely seen in ten years. He was obviously a man of this age, and he would do this when his demands were not met.

He reconfirmed that Han Wenqing was indeed ill, and he was indeed still not recovering.

Han Wenqing, who was finally rejected, had no choice but to tuck himself back into the quilt and sleep until dawn while taking advantage of the medicine.

The next day's breakfast was still porridge. Zhang Xinjie finished the meal and served it on the table. Hanwen cleaned up and walked to the table with an unnatural expression on his face.

He was reluctant to admit that he was the one who had had the childish mischief last night, and the realization irritated him a little.

Zhang Xinjie, as usual, set the chopsticks for him and sat at the table by himself, not mentioning the unhappiness of last night at all.

He also sat down, took a sip of porridge with the fragrance of white rice, and then a sip of side dishes.

The white porridge was no longer boring, and the side dishes were also tasty. He knew that he hadn't recovered from his illness last night, and that's why his mouth felt so bitter that nothing tasted good.

He looked up at Zhang Xinjie. As usual, he insisted on the principle of not eating or sleeping, and now he was concentrating on drinking his porridge at a constant speed.

He laughed silently.

There are always some things that will never change no matter what.

When he finished eating, he stood up first and put away the bowls and chopsticks. Zhang Xinjie helped him tidy up, but he bumped him lightly with his body.

"Tonight?" he asked quietly.

Zhang Xinjie pushed his glasses and replied with a helpless smile.

TBC

[-]. On the anniversary, revisit the old place without saying goodbye;

When returning to City X to participate in a competition, Han Wenqing suddenly asked Zhang Xinjie: "Is it also winter when we come here for the first time to participate in a competition?"

Zhang Xinjie carefully flipped through the phone. Han Wenqing knew that he had recorded all the competition schedules in the phone calendar, so he waited patiently for him to finish flipping through the phone, then looked up and told him, "The date for that competition is tomorrow."

"Then let's go out for a walk tomorrow."

Early the next morning, before it was time to return, they went out together.

The winter morning in City X was filled with a cold and dry atmosphere, and the cold air entered the nasal cavity, irritating the tip of the nose sorely.

They went to the museum that was not completed that year, because it was too early to open, so they walked casually in the park.

There is an open space in the park, and the old people who are doing morning exercises are leaving, they carefully avoid it, and finally simply stand under a tree on the side.

This year's winter was even colder than that year's. The cold wind was blowing fiercely. Even wearing gloves was not enough to resist the cold. Han Wenqing stuffed his hands into his pockets and looked at Zhang Xinjie. He was in the same posture. Still standing upright and straight as usual.

He stretched out his hand and pulled out Zhang Xinjie's right hand, stuffing it into his pocket.

Zhang Xinjie tried to pull it lightly, but was held by him, but he couldn't pull it out.Han Wenqing glanced over from the corner of his eyes, his expression was a little embarrassed, and he looked straight over.

"Captain..." Zhang Xinjie's face was flushed, he didn't know whether it was from the cold or the wind, and whispered.

"It's so warm." Han Wenqing replied without changing his expression, looking straight ahead.

"There are so many people watching."

"You can't see it if you stand up close."

Zhang Xinjie looked away hesitantly, staring at a point on the ground next to him, and slowly moved half a step to the right.

Sure enough, it was much warmer, and even the wind felt a little less.

"Is that steamed stuffed bun still open?"

"I don't know, I'll go and have a look later?"

"it is good."

"team leader."

"Ok?"

"time to go."

"Oh, let's go then."

"........."

"Didn't you say go?"

"...Hands, let go."

"It's not loose." Han Wenqing turned his head and whispered in his ear in the empty park, "It's not loose in this life."

Eight, today you are drunk today; laughing and lying on the lap of a beauty; only you have all of me

Tyranny's performance this year was good. During the dinner before the Spring Festival, the boss and the manager made a strong toast, and even Han Wenqing had a rare drink.

Watching him drank a glass in one gulp, Zhang Xinjie gently nudged him with his elbow.

"Take it easy." He mouthed.

Han Wenqing leaned back on the seat, looked at him, his eyes were a little bit drunk, and he took the tea cup he handed over, took a sip, and handed it back.

"Drink more." Zhang Xinjie pushed the cup back into his hand.

Han Wenqing took the cup, put it on the table, and continued to look at him.

Zhang Xinjie carefully observed his expression until Han Wenqing held his hand.He tried to break free in a panic, but he didn't. Looking back, he happened to meet the manager's eyes.

"Manager, the captain drank too much." Zhang Xinjie reported calmly, "I'll send him back."

The manager was also drunk, and nodded in understanding: "Okay, please slow down."

Han Wenqing put on his coat and scarf in good spirits, and slipped out of the private room with Zhang Xinjie.

Zhang Xinjie almost doubted his own judgment, until he found that Han Wenqing was standing at the entrance of the hotel without any intention of buttoning his coat, and went straight out.He hastily stretched out his hand to stop him, helped him fasten the buttons one by one, and tightened the scarf before letting him go out.

Han Wenqing behaved fairly normally in the car, but after getting out of the car, he started to shake when walking. Zhang Xinjie grabbed him and held him up. Han Wenqing lay on his shoulder and held his hand, feeling at ease.

Just like this all the way home, Zhang Xinjie wanted to let go of his hands when he entered the house, but the two of them stumbled and stumbled several steps in a row, before they stopped on the edge of the sofa, and the two of them fell down on the sofa together .

Zhang Xinjie was a little annoyed, he struggled to sit up, trying to move Han Wenqing who was lying on top of him.

Han Wenqing moved, just once, and moved his head to his lap, and then lay on his side without moving.

"Captain?" Zhang Xinjie tried to call him.

"Huh?" Han Wenqing turned his head and looked at him with a smile.

"Don't sleep here, be careful of catching cold." Looking at his expression, Zhang Xinjie's heart softened and he forgot to be angry.

Han Wenqing supported his knees with his hands to support his body, kicked off his shoes and turned over on the sofa, looking straight at him.

Only the light in the hall was on, and there were orange spots of light in his eyes. The corners of his eyes couldn't hide a smile. He said:

"This embarrassing look can only be seen by you."

Zhang Xinjie raised his hand to touch his bangs, the stiff hair was poked a little itchy at his fingertips, his forehead was a little wet from drinking and sweating, he stroked his brows with his fingertips, trying to draw the line between the eyebrows Wrinkles are smoothed.

He thought, after all, time took away many things from him.

But it also brought a lot.

TBC

[-]. Two old men with hunchbacks; the hot tea at hand;

When Han Wenqing's grandfather passed away, Zhang Xinjie went back to attend the funeral with him.

The old man is getting old and his body has been weakening. He finally survived the Spring Festival and fell down before he was fifteen.

Han Wenqing was not too sad. When he was on the train, he said that since his grandmother passed away a year ago, his grandfather’s body has gradually weakened. It is a blessing that he has not experienced any pain. For a nearly 90-year-old man, every day he lives is God A gift to the family.

Zhang Xinjie sat beside him quietly, watching him bend over with his elbows propped on his knees, while speaking, he unconsciously clasped and separated his hands, then looked up at the rapidly disappearing white, gray and brown scenery outside the car window, raised his hand gently Patted him on the shoulder.

Like he used to do to him so often.

Han Wenqing's hometown is not in Q City. Although the distance is not far, it is very remote. They took the train and then transferred to a long-distance bus. It took three hours of bumpy rides before returning.

As a grandson, Han Wenqing was not required to keep watch at night, but firstly, his grandfather had no grandsons under his knees, and secondly, he grew up with his grandfather, so he offered to keep watch at night. The elders were moved by their filial piety, so of course there was no reason to stop him.

But as a guest, Zhang Xinjie also went to watch the night, which was different.

Although Han Wenqing's parents knew about their relationship, they politely declined.

At around 10 o'clock, Zhang Xinjie was taken to the guest room to rest, and the other family members also dispersed, leaving only the immediate family members sitting in the mourning hall.There was no crying, they just sat in silence.Han Wenqing recalled the sporadic memories of being at his grandfather's house when he was a child. He remembered that when his grandmother passed away and went home to attend the funeral last year, his grandfather sat in the room and insisted on torturing his mother to turn out his own shroud and put it in the outermost cabinet. He didn't say anything, just watched her unfold and fold the shroud, and nodded slowly.

He remembered that when he came home, he asked about his grandfather's funeral, and his mother said that the two old people would be buried together.He was a little surprised, and asked if his grandfather had told him so?

The mother shook her head, saying that if a child doesn't even understand what the old man thinks, then he is a child in vain.

In the middle of the night, Han Wenqing started to feel a little drowsy. There was no heating in his hometown in the countryside, and there was only one stove. It was very cold in the mourning hall. His vague drowsiness was intermittently frozen, but his thoughts were not very clear.

When he saw Zhang Xinjie, he thought he was really asleep and dreaming.

Zhang Xinjie's hair was a bit messy from sleeping. He put on his coat, wrapped it up with a coat, and walked out of the guest room.

"Why did you get up?"

"Come out to see you, is it cold?"

Han Wenqing rubbed his hands, nodded: "A little bit."

Zhang Xinjie turned around again, and walked back to the room before Han Wenqing called to stop him. After a while, he came out with a glass.

"Drink some water and it won't be cold."

Han Wenqing took the cup, beckoned him to sit beside him: "Are you cold?"

"Fortunately, the quilt is very thick." As soon as the words fell, he sneezed.

Han Wenqing handed the cup back to him, unfolded the overcoat he was wearing, and wrapped both of them inside.It was a little small, and the two were squeezed together. Han Wenqing was afraid that the coat would slip off, so he put his arms around his shoulders, and brought him into his arms again.

"Grandfather is going to hide with grandmother." He said suddenly.

Zhang Xinjie nodded, and passed the cup in his hand to his mouth, and he took a sip with his hand.

"Slow down, be careful it's hot."

"after……"

"Well, I see."

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Every time there are 27 questions for old husband and old husband, [-] questions for old husband and old wife, due to the limited subject matter of the original [-] questions for old husband and old wife, I finally only selected [-] questions

In order to get to 30 questions, I am now collecting questions from everyone. I still take the old man’s clear water as the premise. Please play freely. I will draw three to write>

I won't write it if no one comes up with a question =v=

Ah, it doesn’t mean that you will definitely be able to write when you come up with a question, there is still a limit to your imagination, right?

Sa, let's take a gamble and pair with LZ's brainwaves (hey