[Han Zhang] One thought

33.

After the summer, Zhang Xinjie finally got rid of allergies, but the cervical spondylosis and the accompanying migraines did not show any signs of relief.

Zhang Jiale was very considerate and recommended massage and acupuncture to him. Wang Jiexi even sent a large bag of herbs downstairs to his dormitory, which surprised the dormitory administrator.

Under the care of friends from all walks of life, Zhang Xinjie's cervical spondylosis did not improve, but his studies gradually got on the right track.But this also failed to bring him "liberation". Amidst the increasingly noisy cicadas, the end of the semester was approaching.

Almost at the same time, Team Tyranny was squeezed out of the playoffs for the first time since its formation.

Whether it was Zhang Jiale or his partner in the study mutual aid group, they chose to hide this fact from Zhang Xinjie very prudently, but a traditional giant falling out of the playoffs will undoubtedly become a "hot event" reported by the media. It's hard for Zhang Xinjie not to know.

He tried to contact Han Wenqing, but it ended in endless quarrels.

In fact, since the second half of the tenth season, he and Han Wenqing hadn't talked on the phone several times in a calm manner. When quarreling became commonplace, understanding became a luxury.

"Your current state is very wrong. At this moment, you still have such an attitude of caring and chaos. It is not good for you or Tyranny."

"Zhang Xinjie, don't stand up and talk without back pain." On the other end of the phone, Han Wenqing's voice suddenly rose a few degrees, "I'm concerned, but I'm in chaos, what about you? My state is not good for Tyranny, and you can help What are you up to?"

"The problem now is that none of us can help, and you can't solve the problem even if you lose your temper."

"So? You can sit idly by in City B, and I'm on Tyranny's salary!"

"That was not what I meant……"

"Then what do you mean? Since you can't help, don't waste time talking nonsense."

"Okay, I won't disturb you anymore," Zhang Xinjie could only raise his hands in surrender, "Let's all give each other some space."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I think it's better for us not to contact each other—"

Before he finished speaking, the phone on the other side was cut off, and a busy tone came from the receiver. Zhang Xinjie held up the phone in a daze, put it back in his pocket a few seconds later, put his hands on both sides of his forehead, and pressed it lightly twice .

His migraine seemed to be getting worse. He lay down on the table in silence for a while, then sat up straight, opened the textbook in front of him, and continued to review the knowledge points he explained last week. After reading the book, he became more and more irritable When he got up, he closed the book casually, and decided to go for a walk and go to the supermarket to buy something.

When he came out of the supermarket, his cell phone rang. He thought that Han Wenqing had come to argue with him again, but he took out his cell phone and saw that it was Zhang Jiale's call.

Under Zhang Jiale's kind invitation, he went back to the dormitory to put down his things, packed up, and went to the restaurant Zhang Jiale had booked for dinner.Unsurprisingly, Sun Zheping was also present. When Zhang Xinjie entered, the two were whispering at the dining table. When they saw Zhang Xinjie enter the room, they immediately separated and exchanged a meaningful look.

Zhang Xinjie immediately understood the purpose of the meal. He pulled out the chair, sat down opposite the two, and asked calmly, "Tell me, what can you do with me?"

Zhang Jiale and Sun Zhe looked at each other flatly, neither of them spoke first, a strange silence enveloped the dining table, but Zhang Xinjie remained motionless, which made Zhang Jiale at the dining table even more embarrassed and speechless.

Even more embarrassing than him was Sun Zheping—the former "No. [-] Mad Sword" who was not afraid of any big scenes, but was powerless to deal with the current predicament. In just a moment, he was already secretly stabbing Zhang Jiale's waist with his elbow up.

"What—" Zhang Jiale grabbed Sun Zheping's arm under the table, and said awkwardly, "How's your cervical spine?"

"It's okay," Zhang Xinjie replied calmly, "Thank you for the massage parlor you recommended."

"If it doesn't work, wipe some Futalin on it." Sun Zheping also put on an "old Jianghu" posture, "Although it is a temporary solution, but not the root cause, it is still useful in emergency."

"Well, thank you." Zhang Xinjie glanced sideways at Sun Zheping's left hand wearing the wristband, and nodded sincerely.

"Uh..." Zhang Jiale finally couldn't bear the weird atmosphere, and hesitantly said, "What's the matter with you and Lao Han?"

"It's okay, just a little disagreement on some issues—"

"Is it just 'a little disagreement'?" Zhang Jiale opened his eyes wide alertly, staring fixedly at Zhang Xinjie, "He just called me impatiently, I thought you guys broke up."

Zhang Xinjie was stunned. He picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip, staring at the tea leaves in the cup.The mist rising from the teacup condensed on the lenses of his glasses, blurring his vision and making it impossible for Zhang Jiale, who was opposite him, to figure out what he was thinking.

"That's not what I meant." Zhang Xinjie finally put his teacup aside, took off his glasses, and wiped the accumulated water on the lenses.

"Then make it clear to him." Sun Zheping finally relaxed and leaned back casually, "It's not like you don't know that Old Han is just a single-minded person."

"I want to say that he is willing to listen." Zhang Xinjie sighed, put his glasses on the table, and rubbed his forehead gently with his hands, "I'm not afraid of your jokes, we basically quarrel as soon as we contact each other now, It’s simply impossible to communicate calmly.”

This time Zhang Jiale and Sun Zheping were completely silent - to be honest, they had never experienced such a situation.

Zhang Jiale asked Zhang Xinjie out with the mentality of "your emotional advisor Le Ge is online", but until now, he found that things were not that simple at all.

He and Sun Zheping have already gone through ups and downs, and there is nothing difficult to overcome after they reach middle age, but Han Wenqing and Zhang Xinjie have been traveling smoothly, no injuries, no separations, no earth-shattering ordeals, and at this moment they are suddenly dragged into the vortex of mediocrity. Among them, the sense of gap is beyond his imagination.

He could only keep silent, listening to Zhang Xinjie's brief introduction of his current situation, and then the three of them stared in endless silence. The waiter had already served the food, but no one was in the mood to move the chopsticks first. .

It was Sun Zheping who was the first to break the silence: "I don't think it's a bad thing for you and Lao Han to calm down for a while."

Zhang Xinjie was noncommittal, but Zhang Jiale turned his head and glared at Sun Zheping angrily: "But now Lao Han has started to think wildly, if this matter is not resolved, you are not afraid that Lao Han will go crazy and tear down Tyranny?"

"It would be great if he could really dismantle Tyranny," Sun Zheping spread his hands on the floor carelessly, "Isn't the root of the conflict between the two of them the problem of Tyranny?"

"You know what a fart!" Zhang Jiale slapped Sun Zheping on the shoulder angrily, "Tyranny is just an inducement! Do you understand the trigger?"

"Then what do you think is the real reason?"

Zhang Jiale was speechless, he opened his mouth to Sun Zheping in a daze, then turned his head to look at Zhang Xinjie.

"I know what the problem is." Zhang Xinjie put on his glasses again, and looked up to the stunned Zhang Jiale. "It's simple, it's just that the two of us have lost touch."

"What... what?" Zhang Jiale couldn't believe his ears.

"Our lives are no longer in the same rhythm. He is still standing still, but I have already gone a long way."

Zhang Xinjie's tone was very calm, but there were already monstrous turmoil in his heart—it was not easy to face up to this point, and it was even a bit cruel—when he embarked on another life trajectory, Han Wenqing still carried the weight of Tyranny Heavy burden, walking falteringly.

Zhang Jiale on the opposite side buried his face in his hands and rubbed them vigorously, but Sun Zheping didn't say a word.

"I can't do it anymore," Zhang Jiale sat up straight, staring straight at Zhang Xinjie, "I don't understand, how did you say such a thing calmly? Are you not sad at all? You don't want to How do you want to solve this problem?"

"I don't know." Zhang Xinjie still looked at Zhang Jiale calmly, but his eyes inevitably showed sadness, "I don't know how to solve it."

Zhang Jiale stared at Zhang Xinjie dumbfounded, as if he wanted to say something more, but Sun Zheping tugged at the hem of his clothes and said in a low voice, "Tell him to be quiet."

Zhang Jiale continued to bury his face in his hands, covered his face, and said sullenly, "Think about it for yourself, it's already here...it's been so many years."

Zhang Xinjie gave Zhang Jiale a complicated look. In fact, his heart was also a mess, but he couldn't express it as freely as Zhang Jiale.

He and Zhang Jiale are two completely different people in essence. If Zhang Jiale, who was his teammate back then, still has reservations, Zhang Jiale after retiring has no worries and can freely express his feelings in his heart.

But Zhang Xinjie couldn't do it—he didn't suppress his emotions intentionally, it was just his nature. In the final analysis, he was not a person who showed his emotions.

"I have an idea," he said slowly, "I want to go home this summer vacation."

"Can you go back?"

"I mean go back to my own home, go back to City X." He glanced at the surprised Zhang Jiale, then turned to look at Sun Zheping, "I think you're right, maybe it's better for each of us to calm down choose."

Zhang Jiale was completely silent. He flicked the broken hair on his forehead indiscriminately, sighed deeply, and replied in a depressed tone after a long while: "You can figure it out yourself."

The three of them ate dinner with their own concerns. The table of delicacies tasted like nothing in their mouths. After the meal, Zhang Xinjie said goodbye alone, took a taxi back to school, and left Zhang Jiale and Sun Zheping at the entrance of the restaurant to look at each other in blank dismay.

"How did it become like this?" Zhang Jiale looked listless with his hands in his pockets, "I thought the couple around us were the least likely to have an accident."

"Every family has scriptures that are difficult to read." Sun Zheping shrugged and glanced at Zhang Jiale. "Instead of sighing, you can do something more meaningful."

"What do you mean?"

"Call Lao Han—if they go on like this, something will happen sooner or later."

"Damn it, you are so knowledgeable, you just added fuel to the fire at the dinner table?"

"I'm telling the truth. Both of them need to calm down, but we also need to prepare Old Han for it—Zhang Xinjie can figure it out, but Old Han may not. Now that he is angry, Zhang Xinjie ran back without saying a word. City X, maybe he will associate it in some strange direction!"

"Then what do you think we should do?" Zhang Jiale looked at Sun Zheping nervously, his expression filled with a sense of urgency that "the battle is imminent".

Sun Zheping rolled his eyes, and gave Zhang Jiale a sly smile: "Find out Zhang Xinjie's itinerary, and ask Lao Han to stop him at X City Airport!"

TBC