[Han Zhang] One thought

29.

In the end, Zhang Xinjie still couldn't go to Han Wenqing's house to "sit down" - before he finished the Lantern Festival at home, it was time to go back to school.

"Your school closed so early?" Han Wenqing helplessly packed his luggage, complaining nonstop, "My mother just called yesterday to ask if we want to go back for dinner together."

The movements of Zhang Xinjie's hands froze, but Xiao Han took advantage of this gap to leap, and plunged into his suitcase.

"Xiao Han, come out—" Zhang Xinjie was taken aback by its "heroic jump", and quickly bent down to hug it, "I can't take you away."

Xiao Han seemed to understand what he said, raised his paw and scratched his arm, but luckily, through the sweater, it didn't hurt anyone.Han Wenqing was in a hurry, and bent down to catch Xiao Han. Unexpectedly, the little guy could turn his face faster than a book, and he slid into Zhang Xinjie's arms as soon as he turned his head.

"This little bastard..."

Han Wenqing stared angrily, but Zhang Xinjie just smiled awkwardly, lowered his head and hugged Xiao Han, and patted its butt.

"Hey, I'll be back soon."

Xiao Han continued to raise his claws to scratch Zhang Xinjie's chest, almost making his sweater unthreaded, his green eyes narrowed, and he looked quite ferocious.

"It doesn't believe it." Han Wenqing added gloatingly.

"I'll be back next semester during Qingming Festival and May Day." Zhang Xinjie winked at him innocently, "Dragon Boat Festival should be fine too."

Han Wenqing rolled his eyes calmly: "Cats don't believe it, do you think I can?"

Zhang Xinjie didn't expect that his credit at home had already been overdrawn, so he hugged the cat and stood there in a daze, without moving for a long time.

Han Wenqing, on the other hand, buried himself in packing his luggage and stuffed a bunch of sweaters into the box, as if he wanted to burst the box.

"Why don't you buy a bigger suitcase? I'm going to charge me two down jackets."

"I bought it myself in City B."

Han Wenqing raised his head and gave him a blank look, and continued to stuff scarves, hats, and gloves into the box: "I know you have winter clothes in City B, so what if it's freezing on the road?"

No matter how dull Zhang Xinjie was, he also realized that Han Wenqing's behavior was pure anger, just like Xiao Han scratching his chest, so he gave up trying to compete with him.He comforted Xiao Han in his arms, and then turned to comfort Old Han who was squatting in front of the suitcase.

"Still angry?" Zhang Xinjie also squatted in front of the suitcase, reaching out to hug Han Wenqing's shoulder, "If you think the suitcase is small, we'll buy a bigger one later."

"What's the use of being big? Can you bring the cat there?"

"It's not about the cat, is it?" Zhang Xinjie couldn't help laughing, and stretched out his hand to pinch Han Wenqing's cheek, "I want to pack you and bring you there."

"I don't need you to pack it." Han Wenqing slapped the troublesome hand away, "As long as you want, I will buy a plane ticket and fly to City B with you in a while."

"No need? Tyranny's affairs are not enough for you to worry about?"

"I can toss and toss as much as I like, can you control it?"

Zhang Xinjie burst out laughing straight away, moved to Han Wenqing's side, held his face with both hands, and rubbed it vigorously: "You look exactly like your son."

"Who is my son?" Han Wenqing complained, but he wrapped his arms around Zhang Xinjie's waist and leaned over to kiss his cheek.

Zhang Xinjie was caught off guard by his kiss, so he had no choice but to wrap his arms around his neck, trying to maintain his balance.

Strange to say, since Zhang Xinjie retired, Han Wenqing seems to have been opened up to Ren Du's second channel overnight, or his skill points have been washed out suddenly. Zhang Xinjie was really overwhelmed when he used the super big move "Menghu Luanwu".

Fortunately, after Han Wenqing caught Zhang Xinjie's promiscuous marriage, he got up to cook. Zhang Xinjie continued to sort out the messy boxes that Han Wenqing had stuffed in the room. Just as he took out a bunch of scarves and gloves, Xiao Han put them in the box again. Once he jumped, he sat down and refused to move his nest.

"Xiao Han, come out." Zhang Xinjie waved at it, but the other party remained unmoved.

"Stop making trouble, you can't go with me."

Xiao Han narrowed his eyes and looked at him with disgust.

"I'll come back to see you on Friday, okay?"

Xiao Han remained motionless, as if silently expressing protest.

"Is it okay to facetime with you as soon as I arrive in City B?"

Xiao Han's eyes widened, but he still maintained his original sitting posture, motionless.

Zhang Xinjie was completely at a loss, so he raised his hand in surrender, simply sat down on the ground, stretched out his hand and gently scratched the top of Xiao Han's head.

After scratching for a while, Xiao Han stopped holding grudges and rolled comfortably in the box until Zhang Xinjie's sweater was covered in cat hair.Zhang Xinjie didn't get annoyed with it, he rubbed his belly, scratched his chin, and played happily with one cat and another. It wasn't until Han Wenqing poked his head in to invite Zhang Xinjie to eat that he finally stopped.

On the day of Zhang Xinjie's departure, there was another rare heavy snowfall in City Q. Zhang Xinjie sat in the back seat of the taxi, wiped the mist from the window, and looked out.On the contrary, the snow on the ground reflected the sky and the earth very brightly. Although there was still snow floating in the air, it didn't make people feel gloomy.

Before departure, it took Zhang Xinjie half an hour to calm down Xiao Han, who was rolling all over the ground with his trouser legs in his arms, but it was less than half an hour away from home, and Zhang Xinjie had already started to miss that little guy.

He turned his head and glanced at Han Wenqing beside him, who was sitting upright with no expression on his face.The taxi driver in the front row tried to chat with them, but it was obvious that none of them wanted to talk to this over-enthusiastic driver. Zhang Xinjie absent-mindedly answered a few words, then fell silent, and continued to turn his head to look at Han Wenqing secretly. Reaction.

But the other party had already caught his eyes, and turned his face to look at him steadily. The snow light outside the window reflected the outline of Han Wenqing's side face, casting a faint light on his face.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing... just look at you."

They arrived at the airport without saying a word. Han Wenqing helped Zhang Xinjie unload the luggage from the trunk, but when he looked up, he found that his parents were waiting outside the terminal.

He froze in place for an instant, and even forgot to put down the suitcase in his hand. Zhang Xinjie, who was behind him, also noticed the arrival of Han's parents. He stepped out of the car door with one foot, and then got out of the car after a pause. , and greeted the two elders.

"Why do you still take a taxi? Let the driver at home not deliver."

"No need." Han Wenqing replied with a face of embarrassment, as if he was still figuring out the correct way to get along with his parents.Zhang Xinjie seemed much more at ease than him. He took the suitcase from Han Wenqing, and replied politely to Han's mother: "It's very convenient for us to come here by ourselves, and it's very convenient to trouble the second elder to come all the way here. Sorry."

"What's the matter? Our house is not far from the airport."

Han Wenqing's mother smiled and exchanged a few words with Zhang Xinjie, but his father remained silent the whole time, with a straight face, lips pursed, hands behind his back, looking at his son for a while, and Zhang Xinjie for a while. , the posture of an old chief patrolling the border.

Han Wenqing seemed to be accustomed to his father's style, and Zhang Xinjie didn't think there was anything wrong after dealing with Han's father a few times.The four of them walked into the terminal building in silence, Zhang Xinjie went to print the boarding pass, and Han Wenqing helped him look at the luggage.The three members of the Han family stood in the crowded hall, looking like an isolated island in the ocean current.

"When are you going to go home?" Father Han finally couldn't hold back and opened his mouth.

"Let's talk about it later." Han Wenqing asked dryly.

"What do you mean by talking?"

"It's not that I don't have a place to live."

"Then you're staying at home by yourself?"

"I still have to go to work."

"If you come back to live, you can't go to work?"

"I don't stay at home for a few hours a day, what's the difference?"

Seeing that Father Han was about to have a fit, Zhang Xinjie came back with the boarding pass just right at this moment. Mother Han quickly grabbed Zhang Xinjie's wrist and said, "Xiao Zhang, please persuade him, otherwise he and I will have to wait again." Quarrel."

Zhang Xinjie stared blankly at Han Wenqing, and Han Wenqing had no choice but to explain patiently: "It's nothing, you go to board the plane first, and we'll talk about other things later."

In front of his "daughter-in-law", Father Han had no choice but to calm down, and he didn't complain anymore, but his cheeks were still puffed up, and he looked at Han Wenqing with a look of lingering anger.Han Wenqing's expression was not very good-since he retired, such a look of bitterness and hatred has rarely appeared on his face.

"Then I... take my leave first? Uncles and aunts, let's go back first, it's quite cold outside."

"Then be careful on your own way." Mother Han finally let go of her hand and patted him on the shoulder. He nodded, and was about to go through the security check with his suitcase, when Father Han suddenly reached out and patted his shoulder. shoulder, making him stunned for a few seconds.

After seeing off Zhang Xinjie, the three of the Han family started to stare at the spot again. They didn't move for a long time. Finally, Mother Han couldn't stand it anymore and waved to the father and son: "Okay, okay, have you stood enough?" ? It’s fine for Wen Qingchu to be a watchman here, what’s the matter with you?”

Han Wenqing was stunned by his mother's wild and unrestrained wording: "What is this mess?"

Han Mu glared at him unceremoniously: "Why did you talk to your mother?"

"Shut up for me!"

Father Han squinted his eyes and yelled, unexpectedly, both mother and son gave him blank glances, obviously neither of them planned to talk to him.He had no choice but to clear his throat in embarrassment, and found a step for himself: "Go home and eat first!"

"I'm not going." Han Wenqing replied bluntly.

"It's just going back to have a meal, can it kill you?"

Han's mother didn't talk much, she just pulled Han Wenqing's skirt and dragged him out. Han Wenqing was dragged by his mother, and it was difficult to push him away, so he had to follow his parents to the outside of the terminal building in this awkward position. .They received a lot of surprised looks along the way, and even the security guard at the airport couldn't help but look at them a few more times.

It was still snowing heavily outside the airport at the moment, but the flight was unexpectedly not delayed. A few sporadic planes flew across the sky from time to time, drawing long lines on the sky, and Han Wenqing was walking in the snow with his parents, unexpectedly I don't feel cold.

TBC