[Han Zhang] One thought

27.

Zhang Xinjie imagined many scenarios of meeting the Han family's parents again, but the current situation caught him by surprise.

I don't know whether it was due to the dim light in the room or psychological factors, but Han Wenqing's mother seemed to be much more relaxed than usual. She babbled to Zhang Xinjie about Han Wenqing's childhood. I heard it for the first time.

"His dad and I are both busy at work—as you may know, his dad is a soldier, and I'm in a military hospital. I'm so busy that I can't go home for many years. Wen Qing is taken by his comrades and colleagues... The advantage is that this child is independent early and can handle things. The bad thing is that this child has no relatives since he was a child, and he was like a demon king in the compound, causing the entire compound to fly like dogs and dogs, and one year he directly set fire to the pomegranate tree in the courtyard."

"Burn the tree?" Zhang Xinjie couldn't help asking.

"Yes, he said that he wanted to burn the caterpillars on the tree, but the fire was only lit, and all the insects in Kazuki screamed, which frightened the child, and he stood under the tree for a long time without moving... Fortunately, at that time, we The political commissar of the army went home for vacation, saw the fire in the house, and rushed out to put out the fire, otherwise there might be some trouble."

"when did it happen?"

"About when he was eight years old... At that time, the political commissar scolded him severely, and the kid still talked back, and he was so angry that he came to the hospital to complain to me. I saw that the momentum was wrong, and he was only eight years old. If he dared to set fire to the tree, it would be better if he was bigger? I discussed it with his father, asked for leave, and came back."

As he said that, Han Wenqing's mother picked up the teacup, took a sip of the tea, and looked at Zhang Xinjie hesitantly: "You didn't do this kind of thing when you were young, did you?"

"I... didn't think about burning trees." Zhang Xinjie added some tea to Han Mu, and replied honestly.

"That's right! What kind of honest child would burn the trees in the yard—" Mother Han slapped her thigh, her face full of resentment, "At that time, his father was so angry that he almost demolished the whole house. At that time, I thought about it, the two of us have been away from home for a long time, and it is normal for this child to lack love and rebellion... I told his father, let's go out with him to relax and have a good talk, and then the three of us went to the ocean What's the result? The kid didn't say a word the whole time, no matter what my father and I were talking about, he just kept silent, and the trouble broke up in the end..."

Zhang Xinjie suddenly remembered the trip to the aquarium with Han Wenqing some years ago - they crowded in the bustling crowds, watching all kinds of fish swimming past their heads without saying a word, and the aquarium was quiet. The blue light was cast on their faces, which seemed to have a strange sense of tranquility.

At that time, Zhang Xinjie also felt that the proposal of going to the aquarium was incredible, but he never thought that there would be such an episode in it.

"Thinking about it now, it's our fault. We've been busy with our own affairs, and we've let this child go wild... Once the child is raised wild, it will be difficult to take it back..."

Han Mu didn't seem to be aware of Zhang Xinjie's distraction. She was immersed in her own narrative, looking full of affection, and seemed a little tired.

"You should know what happened later. This kid ran away from home when he was seventeen or eighteen years old. He didn't know where to hide and played games. When his father and I found out about it later, we came back to him. I can't find it... At that time, I was in a hurry, but his father was good enough to say that he didn't recognize this son-you said this is not nonsense! At that time, his father had a comrade-in-arms who changed jobs and was doing business locally in Q City , I entrusted him to find someone, and finally found it. As soon as the child heard that his father had denied him, he got on the hook as soon as he twisted his head, and refused to come back... Then it was over, and I knew Where is he, his father won't let me go find him, and he won't go home by himself - if he comes back again, it's the Chinese New Year that year, you came back with him, before that, he never took the initiative to contact us. "

Han Mu's tone was full of complex emotions, all kinds of emotions were intertwined, and Zhang Xinjie couldn't tell whether she was blaming him or thanking him.But he has already realized that the real purpose of Han Mu's coming to him is about to be revealed. He waited calmly, but the other party just gave him a deep look, as if waiting for him to speak first.

"Wenqing - he probably wants to go home too."

"Really?" Mother Han showed a self-deprecating smile, "That's right, you should know him better than us..."

Zhang Xinjie was at a loss for words for a moment, he glanced at Mother Han, and lowered his head to look at the teacup in front of the two of them.

"Many years ago, Wen Qing and I went to the aquarium together," he raised his head to meet Mother Han's surprised eyes, "it was also at that time that he first mentioned the family affairs to me. I understand, now that I think about it, when he was in the aquarium, he probably wanted to have a good talk with you..."

"Really..." Han Mu lowered her head and murmured.

"He is not a person who is good at expressing things. He likes to keep things in his heart, so he always gives people a feeling that he is not approachable—" Zhang Xinjie paused, and seemed to be choosing his words carefully, "But he also has softness. On the one hand, that time he asked me, 'If your family doesn't understand you, think you are wrong, think you are a disgrace to the whole family, what would you do?' I think, he should care about you..."

Mother Han lowered her head, Zhang Xinjie couldn't see the expression on her face, only her fingers trembling slightly while holding the teacup.

"I understand what you want to do when you come to me. I understood it from the very beginning, but I still want to have a good chat with you. In fact... you and uncle also have some misunderstandings about Wenqing. He is not as good as you imagined. Hard-hearted. No matter what your attitude towards me is, I have to tell you this-he...should also want to sit down and have a good chat with your two elders. "

Mother Han finally raised her head and looked at Zhang Xinjie with a look of sadness in her eyes.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, if you are willing to continue listening—" Zhang Xinjie met Han's mother's gaze frankly, "I can tell you about my family. My father is a university teacher, and my mother is a Doctor, I'm on the same side as you... I was also raised by "free range" from a young age. I left home at the age of 15 and went to Q City. I joined Tyranny's youth training camp until I retired the year before last. The number of times I went home these years can be counted. After I retired, I went to study in City B. I flew back to City Q after my vacation, and I didn’t go home to take a look. My parents have only been to City Q twice in so many years. You meet your uncle."

Zhang Xinjie calmly narrated his own experience, as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him, but Mother Han was fascinated by it - it was as if she knew for the first time that in this world, someone would behave in a completely different way. Different ways to raise children.

"For so many years, I have always felt ashamed of my parents. Now that they are approaching their seventies, I still can't be by their side, and sometimes I feel that I am a son of man—I believe Wen Qing is the same, He also really wants to go home and have a look, and wants to share family happiness with you, but he has never had the opportunity to have a good talk with you... I say this, not to win your sympathy, or to play emotional cards with you , I just want to work harder, I can understand your and uncle's feelings for Wenqing, but I also hope that you can understand me and Wenqing..."

Mother Han put down the cup in her hand in a daze, and opened her mouth silently to Zhang Xinjie, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't utter a single word in the end.

At this moment, the door rang untimely. Zhang Xinjie nodded apologetically to Mother Han, and got up to open the door.

The door was only opened a crack, and Han Wenqing rushed into the house with two big boxes on his shoulders. There was still a thin layer of snow on his hair and the collar of his coat.

"Have you contacted the courier company? When will they—" He unloaded the box, and when he looked up, he saw his mother sitting on the sofa, and the remaining half of the sentence was choked in his throat.

"Mom, you are—"

Seeing that he was about to have another fit, Zhang Xinjie immediately grabbed his clothes and winked at him.

"Let me ask you, when will you go back for dinner."

Han Wenqing stood there silently, watching his mother stand up and walk slowly towards the door.

"Are you not going to the meeting anymore?" Zhang Xinjie hurriedly asked to stay.

"Come on, it's getting late," Mother Han walked to the door, and looked at her son hesitantly, "When will you figure it out, come back and have a meal together."

Han Wenqing still stood blankly, without saying a word, Zhang Xinjie took the coat from him, hung it on the coat rack, turned around and took an umbrella from behind the door.

"Let me take you down—it should still be snowing outside..." Then, he turned to Han Wenqing and patted him on the back lightly, "You pack the things first, the courier company should be 10 It'll be there in minutes."

The process of going downstairs was extremely silent. In the elevator, Zhang Xinjie and Han Mu didn't speak first, but just stared at the floors on the display screen, thinking about something on their own minds.

The moment the elevator door opened, Mother Han finally took a look at Zhang Xinjie: "Xiao Zhang, go back first, I'll just take a taxi and go back by myself."

"I'll take you outside the community, and call a taxi for you by the way. It's freezing cold, and it's hard to hail a taxi."

Mother Han couldn't resist him, so she let him hold an umbrella, sent herself outside the gate of the community, and called a car for herself with the mobile app.

"It's still you young people who are amazing, like me, at a young age, how do you know what mobile phone to call a taxi..."

"We can ask Wen Qing to teach you, it's not difficult."

Mother Han smiled embarrassingly, and took a hasty look at Zhang Xinjie: "Otherwise, why don't you go back first? Is there something else at home?"

"It's okay, it's just a courier, just let Wenqing come by himself."

"What do you do for express delivery during the Chinese New Year?"

"A former colleague sent some New Year's goods over, and we will send some to others, as a gift in return."

"Then the relationship between your colleagues is quite harmonious..."

"Both teammates for many years."

Mother Han smiled and looked at the intersection in the distance. Seeing that the taxi was still there, she turned around and looked at Zhang Xinjie hesitantly.

"Well, Xiao Zhang... people like you and Wen Qing... how will you raise your children in the future?"

Zhang Xinjie was stunned for a moment, then blinked at Mother Han wordlessly, and it took him a while to come back to his senses: "If you and uncle want to have a grandson, we can adopt one..."

Zhang Xinjie's mind was almost blank when he spoke, and he didn't know what Han Mu's reaction would be when he heard this, but the other party seemed to be relieved, and patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "It's okay...you guys have a good time, Come back and sit down when you have time."

Zhang Xinjie's mind was still blank, he almost didn't have time to figure out what Han's mother meant by "you have a good time", the taxi had already honked and stopped in front of them, so he had to swallow all the words that came to his mouth In the middle of the night, still holding the umbrella in one hand, he opened the car door for Mother Han with the other, helped her get into the car, and closed the car door for her.

"You walk slowly."

"Go back." Mother Han waved at him, the driver started the engine, and the car slowly drove out of his sight, leaving only two ruts, stretching to the intersection in the distance.

He stood silently at the gate of the community for a while, sorting out all the complicated thoughts in his mind, and when he was about to turn around and walk back, he saw Han Wenqing running over at a trot, and stopped in front of him panting.

"Why so long? What did my mother tell you?"

"She told us to live a good life..." Zhang Xinjie murmured.

"What?" Han Wenqing couldn't hear clearly, so he hurriedly asked again.

Zhang Xinjie slowly walked up to Han Wenqing, hugged his waist tightly, and buried his face in his collar.

"She let us have a good time."

TBC