[Han Zhang] One thought

03.

In Q city in summer, the road from Tyranny Club to the beach is always full of tourists, but Zhang Xinjie, in order to carry out his morning jogging plan for more than ten years, insisted on digging out a small road with no people in the row upon row of residential areas.

There are old buildings on both sides of the alley, and there is a rose frame on the balcony on the second floor. In spring, pink and white roses hang down together with wisteria, honeysuckle, and Ling Xiao, which is very emotional.In the early morning or at dusk, there were people pushing tricycles selling soy milk and bean curd on the side of the road. At this moment, although Han Wenqing had repeatedly stated that he was not thirsty, Zhang Xinjie bought two bags of soy milk on the side of the road and gave Han Wenqing one bag. .

"This soy milk is good...not too sweet."

"I think soy milk is better for dessert." Han Wenqing took a sip of soy milk and replied unhurriedly.

"Didn't you say it earlier?" Zhang Xinjie felt hesitant to laugh or cry, but Han Wenqing was drinking his soy milk and had already naturally put his arm around.

Whether it's roses or wisterias, it's past the flowering period at this moment. The verdant branches and leaves can't provide any shelter for the alley.

After turning a few corners, the coastline appeared in front of them.

The ocean tide was gently lapping against the shore, but Zhang Xinjie didn't have much interest in admiring the scenery. His brain was being pulled alternately by the two states of clarity and chaos, and he vaguely understood where the previous nervousness came from.

It was a sense of anxiety facing an uncertain future—just as the satellite finally deviated from its established orbit, what is hidden in the vast universe?Is it a black hole, or a new landing site?

At this moment, for the first time, he let go of all the burdens related to "Tyranny", and looked back as an outsider.Such a position inevitably made him feel a trace of anxiety—this feeling was like quicksand in the wind, eroding his skin, but he couldn't touch it when he stretched out his hands.

The sea was still calm. Han Wenqing stood beside him, folded his arms, and looked at the distant sea without saying a word.

"What do you want to ask?" He turned to Han Wenqing, took the bag of soybean milk from his hand naturally, and threw it into the trash can on the side of the road.The beach was close at hand, but neither of them seemed interested in going there.

"About your plan..." Han Wenqing glanced at him hesitantly, "I've never heard of it from you before."

"You don't have to look at me like that," Zhang Xinjie only thought it was a little funny, but his expression remained calm, "Is there anything we can't talk about on the table?"

These years, Zhang Xinjie had learned a lot of oral habits from Han Wenqing. The sentence he just blurted out was very different from his language style when he first came to Tyranny, but neither of them were aware of it.Ji Leng, who came back occasionally to "visit relatives", was the first to discover these habits of his. He said, "When you speak now, you have the same virtue as Old Han", which stunned both Han and Zhang.

To Han Wenqing at this moment, this was just a very ordinary sentence, which did not contain any resentment or blame, but he still kept silent, because he had already expected that Zhang Xinjie would speak up soon, giving He has one answer.

"Going to college is not an unexpected plan... What you care about is that I didn't tell you in advance? Because before I officially retired, I didn't have a clear plan... This is not an easy decision."

"I see," Han Wenqing replied succinctly, "but I still want to know your specific plan...you are going to college, and then what?"

"I haven't thought about it so much for the time being... Let's take one step at a time."

"That's really not your style."

"what?"

"I thought you had everything planned."

Zhang Xinjie was obviously taken aback, then smiled lightly: "How is it possible? There are always accidents in life."

"for example?"

Zhang Xinjie let out a long breath, and seemed to have relaxed a lot: "If nothing else happens, I should have graduated from university for many years now, and I'm working as a clerical worker in a certain company..."

"Do you think it was an accident that you came to Tyranny?"

"To be precise, it was an accident that I came into contact with Glory...Is this the case for many people?"

"Indeed," Han Wenqing nodded. "It's an accident that you know me."

"That's not what I meant." Zhang Xinjie paused, and cast a puzzled look at Han Wenqing.

"I have no other intentions." Han Wenqing replied frankly.

Zhang Xinjie's expression showed a trace of stiffness: "Aren't you... you don't want me to go to college?"

How much impact will retirement have on your life?Zhang Xinjie had imagined several possibilities before, but when the moment finally came, he realized what was hidden in this huge black hole.

The first obstacle he encountered was that after he and Han Wenqing had reached a tacit understanding for more than ten years, they fell into a new round of temptation and tug-of-war.

They have returned to the starting point again, and the past 16 years are like a reincarnation, throwing them back to the hot summer 16 years ago.

"That's not what I meant." He heard Han Wenqing reply bluntly.

Then there was a long silence, only the sound of the ebb and flow of the tide echoed in my ears, mixed with the cry of seagulls.

"This may be an irresponsible decision... You may think that Tyranny still needs me, and Qiying still needs me, but I really didn't act rashly. I struggled for a long time. I stayed, for myself, for myself. Tyranny, what does it really mean? Will this team be better, worse, or not change at all?"

He cautiously looked at Han Wenqing, his eyes were the same as when he carefully looked at his captain when he first arrived at Tyranny: "My conclusion is that if I stay, then Tyranny will most likely stay where he is Turning around, this is not a 'good' result - Tyranny now needs a change, or an opportunity to change. I may be in a hurry to leave like this, but procrastination is not conducive to opening up the situation..."

"You don't need to tell me this," Han Wenqing interrupted his lengthy confession, "just do what you think is right."

Zhang Xinjie's expression froze on his face, his brows were still slightly furrowed, and his lips didn't have time to close.But Han Wenqing just reached out and patted the top of his head lightly.

After a long time, Zhang Xinjie finally squeezed out a self-deprecating smile: "You really want to know, don't you?"

"Yes," Han Wenqing nodded frankly, "but you don't need to say so much—is it the first day we met?"

Zhang Xinjie smiled and turned his eyes to the sea.

"So what are your plans now? Start preparing for the university entrance exam immediately?"

"It's about the same... Go home and prepare for the exam. After all, you have dropped out of school for so many years. I don't know if you can get those homework back..."

"Which home do you want to go to?"

"I—" Zhang Xinjie paused, as if he didn't expect Han Wenqing to ask this at all, "Go back to City X to rest for about a month... and then come back."

"Hmm..." Han Wenqing nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer.

"I heard..." He showed some hesitation, "If you have a world champion, it's quite easy to get into a good university... The exam is just a formality, so you don't have to stress too much."

With his hands in his trouser pockets, Zhang Xinjie tilted his head slightly, as if he was seriously thinking about this possibility.

"Where are you going to study?"

"Probably... City B."

"It's pretty good," Han Wenqing nodded, with no unnecessary emotional reaction on his face, "There are no good universities here in Q City."

What followed was silence again, and the two stood side by side by the seaside, but it seemed that they had already entered the state of being separated by thousands of mountains and rivers in advance.

"When are you going?"

"If the exam goes well... next September."

"Why do you feel like you have no confidence?"

"Is there?" Zhang Xinjie showed a look of surprise.

"You are very verbose today."

"But... I feel that you also talk a lot."

The scene fell into silence again, but obviously, both of them relaxed a lot this time—it was a feasible strategy for both of them to spread the words on the table. It is absolutely unnecessary for the two of them to talk endlessly.

"It's windy, let's go back."

But Han Wenqing didn't move, he was still standing upright by the sea, the sea breeze hit his face straightly, bringing a cool feeling.

"what happened?"

Han Wenqing turned around suddenly, grabbed Zhang Xinjie's wrist, and gave it a firm squeeze.

"Don't worry about me, just do what you want," Han Wenqing paused, then added, "Leave Tyranny to me."

"Okay." Zhang Xinjie pursed his lips, turned around and took a step forward, leaned in front of Han Wenqing, and put his arms around his waist, "Thank you for your hard work."

"What are you talking about?"

Han Wenqing's tone was full of dumbfounding, but Zhang Xinjie didn't answer, but just smiled silently, resting his chin on the other's shoulder.

TBC