[Han Zhang] One thought

23.

With a week before the Chinese New Year, Zhang Xinjie accompanied Han Wenqing back home as promised.

In fact, this is not the first time Zhang Xinjie has visited the Han family, but it is different today. When he appeared in the Han family as a "colleague", he was a young man who was very popular with the elders. Against the backdrop of the fiery Han Wenqing, he appeared even more quiet, well-behaved, polite, and well-behaved.

At that time, Han Wenqing, who had been away from home for many years, had just reached a reconciliation with his parents, and Zhang Xinjie, who was a guest at the Han family, actually played the role of a "buffer belt". At that time, the Han family's parents liked Zhang Xinjie, a reliable colleague, and even By the way, he has changed his son's "unreliable" career-although Han Wenqing is doing an outrageous job, he has reliable colleagues, and parents can be relieved a lot.

But when they knew that this "reliable" child was the "object" of their son, the nature of the matter was completely different.

A military family like the Han family has extremely low tolerance for deviant behavior. If Han Wenqing dropped out of school and played games, it caused a storm in the Han family, then bringing a "boyfriend" home would be as lethal as An atomic bomb was dropped on the house.

The family that had finally reconciled fell into a state of tension again. The father and son of the Han family were both aggressive and unreasonable, which turned the family upside down. What's more, his mother was also a tough character, which not only failed to relieve the tension between the father and son. The tense situation between them made the atmosphere at home even more frosty.

It was at this time that Han Wenqing rented the small apartment he is now living in. He has lived in it for ten years, and the number of times he has returned home can be counted on the fingers.Zhang Xinjie also took the initiative to back down, trying not to get involved in Han's family affairs, and giving Han Wenqing enough time and space to solve this problem.

But what he didn't expect was that the Han family had almost stayed where they were in the past ten years. When he came to the old house in the compound again, the Han family was still as dusty as he remembered.

The pomegranate tree is still the same in the yard, but the top has been replaced by half an inch of snow, and there is no change in the stairwell. A pile of boxes has been piled up in the corner for more than ten years, and it seems that it intends to continue to pile up like this.Han Wenqing's parents looked a little older, but their backs were still straight, and their faces were as stern as before.

Zhang Xinjie's position is no different from ten years ago.

Of course, the Han family's "way of hospitality" has not been lost. Han Wenqing's parents are still very polite to him, but this kind of politeness with a strong sense of alienation is a warning signal-he is just a A guest who has nothing to do with the Han family is even an unwelcome guest.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was as indifferent as ever. The four of them were holding their own dishes with their own ghosts. Apart from the silence on the table, there was only the curling heat from the food, which made the meal feel so real.

In the end, Han Wenqing couldn't bear the embarrassing atmosphere any longer, raised his hand to pick up a chopstick dish, and sent it to Zhang Xinjie's bowl.

This action, like a charge on the battlefield, instantly ignited the long-hidden fuse.

The first to respond was Han Wenqing's mother.

"Come on, let's all eat food," she smiled decently, but only picked up a chopstick of food for Han Wenqing, and said casually, "Wenqing, don't stand still, eat more, it's rare to come back... It's not easy for you to be floating outside these years, and it's almost time to consider starting a family. Your Uncle He introduced a girl, and when will we meet? Xiao Zhang will also help to close it..."

This was almost what Zhang Xinjie expected—the Han family made all kinds of explicit hints about his status as a "colleague", but actually warned him not to overstep the threshold—he continued to eat his plate calmly, but Han Wenqing could no longer sit still. Living.

"Mom! How many times have I told you that I will not get married—unless I marry Zhang Xinjie."

Zhang Xinjie's hand holding the chopsticks froze. Before he could say anything, Han Wenqing's father had already slapped the table, and angrily turned back to the room, leaving the other three on the dining table to look at each other.

Mother Han's complexion was also uncertain for a while. She glanced at the calm Zhang Xinjie, then at her son, and then got up and went back to the room.Only Han and Zhang were left at the dinner table. Zhang Xinjie silently put down his chopsticks and sighed softly, "Why are you doing this?"

"Then what do you say should be done?"

Han Wenqing was obviously still angry, and he didn't look good when he looked at Zhang Xinjie, but Zhang Xinjie's expression was also a little complicated, with sadness, forbearance, and anxiety in his eyes... Han Wenqing stared at him for a while, and his expression gradually eased , he stood up, walked to the door, took the coats of the two, and raised his hand to greet Zhang Xinjie to the door: "Let's go home."

Zhang Xinjie was stunned for a moment: "Aren't you going to stay?"

"What are you doing here? Are you arguing?" He had already opened the door, and waved at Zhang Xinjie again. Zhang Xinjie had nothing to do with him, so he got up and went out with Han Wenqing one after the other.Han Wenqing's mother heard the sound of the door and hurried out, only to find that both of them had left.

Years ago in Q City, it was still snowing heavily. Han Wenqing wrapped his coat tightly, but when he turned around, he saw Zhang Xinjie walking slowly behind him, with his head lowered, looking preoccupied.

He didn't even realize that Han Wenqing stopped, and bumped his head directly into Han Wenqing's back. Fortunately, the impact was not heavy. He was just taken aback, and then raised his head, his empty eyes met Han Wenqing's. eyes.

Han Wenqing's words were all choked in his throat. He stretched out his hand to help Zhang Xinjie straighten the scarf around his neck, and pulled him towards him.

"you--"

"I'm fine," Zhang Xinjie replied calmly, "Why don't you go back? Talk to your parents..."

"What else is there to talk about?" Han Wenqing's face darkened quickly.

"If you run away without saying a word, they will only get angrier."

"They are only allowed to be angry, but I am not allowed to be unhappy? Did you hear what my mother said in human terms?"

"Wenqing!" Zhang Xinjie eagerly interrupted his complaint, "How can you say that about your own mother?"

"You fucking still have the heart to worry about this?" Han Wenqing almost started to growl, "Can you take care of yourself first? It's snowing, you just stand here and freeze? Is there anything we can't go back and talk about?"

"You are so unreasonable..."

Zhang Xinjie wrapped the scarf around, turned around and strode forward, crossing the road directly.Han Wenqing stood still and looked at his back. Before he could call out to him, he stopped in his tracks, hesitated for a moment, turned around, and looked at Han Wenqing with the same determination.

The two of them were separated by a distance of about ten meters, looking at each other silently on both sides of the street, neither of them spoke first, and neither of them took a step forward.

Such a heavy snowfall is really rare in Q City. The snow flakes fell rustlingly, covering up the original color of Zhang Xinjie's scarf in a short time.

Han Wenqing's head and shoulders were also covered with snow, his hands were in his trouser pockets, his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't move a step for a long time.

"I'm sorry," Zhang Xinjie finally spoke first, and his exhaled breath evaporated a white mist in the cold wind, which slowly dissipated in mid-air, "Your situation is already troublesome enough, I shouldn't make you more troublesome." ..."

"It's not your fault." Han Wenqing interrupted him loudly, but he still stood there without moving. There was still a distance of more than ten meters between the two, which seemed extremely close and extremely far away.

With a sharp touch, the cold wind from Linhai directly rushed towards the person's face, and even penetrated into the person's clothes along the neckline.Han Wenqing shook the snow on his head, and was about to say something when a car suddenly drove across the road between the two of them, passing directly between them.The noise of the engine and the exhaust of the car blocked Han Wenqing's words back into his throat. When the car drove away, there were only ruts on the snow on the road in front of him, which were gradually covered by the snow again.

Zhang Xinjie was still standing motionless on the opposite side of the road, as if he was waiting for something.

At this moment, thousands of words were lost in the thin snow, "As long as you are in front of my eyes", an extremely hypocritical thought flashed through Han Wenqing's mind.

He quickly crossed the road, walked up to Zhang Xinjie, and pulled him into his arms.

"Let's go home first, and we'll talk about the rest later." His voice sounded hoarse.

Zhang Xinjie buried his face in the hollow of his shoulder, his cold nose pressed against the side of his neck, and his exhaled breath sprayed a roomful of mist on Han Wenqing's neck.

He nodded wordlessly, Han Wenqing let go of him, brushed the snow off his hair and scarf for him, held his face in his hands and rubbed it vigorously.

"You're rubbing the cat!" Zhang Xinjie couldn't help complaining, but Han Wenqing immediately grabbed his frozen hand, pulled it to his mouth, took a breath, and rubbed vigorously.

"All right, all right," Zhang Xinjie struggled to withdraw his hand, but Han Wenqing unceremoniously clenched his fingers and squeezed them hard, "My hands are not cold..."

"It's all ice, and it's not cold." Han Wenqing put that hand into his coat pocket, and pulled him back.Zhang Xinjie only felt that his fingertips were hot for no reason. He moved his fingers in his pocket, gently hooked Han Wenqing's five fingers, interlocked his hands, then turned his face and glanced at him cautiously.

"Your glasses are full of fog." Han Wenqing reminded in a low voice.

"It's okay..." Zhang Xinjie took off his glasses with the other hand, and wiped the lenses lightly on the scarf. Unexpectedly, the wipe melted the snow on the scarf, leaving more water stains on the lenses , Zhang Xinjie shook his glasses in embarrassment, trying to shake off the water stains, but to no avail.

He turned his head and glanced at Han Wenqing, but saw that the other party was still walking forward without looking sideways, and said in a low voice: "Put your glasses away, I will hold you, everything will be fine."

"Don't take me into the ditch." Zhang Xinjie teased.

"To shut up."

"Are you still angry?"

"What kind of anger am I?"

"You are obviously angry like this."

"So what, can't I be angry?"

Zhang Xinjie didn't speak any more, just looked at him blankly, then withdrew his hand after a while, and gently pinched Han Wenqing's cheek.

"what are you doing?"

"Why are you acting like a child?"

"You are the child."

"I'm not angry with my parents."

"That's because your parents are reasonable."

"It's even more reasonable to deal with unreasonable parents," Zhang Xinjie withdrew his hand, and persuaded slowly, "Otherwise, if you continue to make trouble like this, this matter will not end."

Han Wenqing looked at him with a complicated expression, but saw that he was still calm and unhurried, and his throat was blocked for a while.

"Aren't you angry?"

"Why should I be angry?" Zhang Xinjie looked at Han Wenqing again, his eyes were full of firmness and tenderness, "Aren't you still here?"

TBC