[Han Zhang] One thought

35.

Fortunately, Zhang Xinjie passed all the courses this semester without failing any of them, not even microeconomics, which he studied the most.

Unfortunately, the problem between him and Han Wenqing still hasn't been "resolved", and even the contact is very rare, except for the occasional likes on each other's circle of friends, the two are like the most ordinary old teammates, with rare contact.

During this period of time, Zhang Jiale often scratched his head for them, but until Zhang Xinjie started to pack his things and prepare to return to City X, he couldn't figure out any solution.Zhang Xinjie still had that reckless appearance, and Han Wenqing didn't seem to plan to take any action.

"Forget it, don't care, what's your love?"

In the end, Zhang Jiale gave up treatment completely, and Zhang Xinjie boarded the flight home on time. The flight from city B to city X didn't take him too much time, but it still brought a lingering sense of exhaustion, and a kind of Feeling like exhaustion.Therefore, when he suddenly bumped into Han Wenqing at the exit of the terminal, his first reaction was that he was probably sleepwalking.

In particular, Han Wenqing was dressed in black, wearing a pair of huge sunglasses, holding a bunch of wilted flowers in his arms. The scene was like a Hong Kong movie that Zhang Xinjie had seen when he was young——the gangster was surrounded by gangsters at the airport. The type of film that blocks the person you like.

He stopped ten meters away from Han Wenqing, his eyes seemed to be watching a bomb or aliens invading the earth.

Taking a step forward at this time seems to admit defeat, but it is also inappropriate to run away.

Immediately afterwards, he realized that he had been "sold" by someone——Zhang Jiale was very suspicious.

When the battle between heaven and man was in his mind, Han Wenqing also stood there silently, letting the crowd around him cast curious glances at him.

In the end, Zhang Xinjie couldn't stand the weird atmosphere anymore, so he had to ask, "What are you doing?"

"waiting for you."

Zhang Xinjie opened his mouth, and it took a lot of effort to swallow the sentence "You took the wrong medicine" that slipped to his mouth, and pointed to the flower in Han Wenqing's arms with a complicated expression: "What's the matter with this flower?" ?”

Han Wenqing glanced down at the bouquet of roses in his arms, which were like eggplants beaten by frost, and replied nonchalantly, "I brought them from Q City, but they were crushed when I went through the security check."

What Zhang Xinjie wanted to ask was not this, but at this moment, he suddenly realized that he was like a beast on the edge of a trap, and it would be extremely dangerous to ask any more.

He quietly rolled his eyes, and strode forward in stride, as if he wanted to go straight past Han Wenqing.However, he still underestimated the power of the "big brother"—Han Wenqing also walked straight towards him, grabbing his arm just as they were about to pass by.

"Why are you crazy?" Zhang Xinjie very bluntly expressed the signal "I'm angry" to the other party.

"I want to see you."

"Then what are you doing at the airport?"

"Then where do you say I can find you?"

Zhang Xinjie looked at him with apprehensive eyes, trying to cover up his speechlessness, but Han Wenqing still grabbed his arm and refused to let go, and tried to stuff the bunch of wilted roses into his arms.

"You——tell some reason!" Zhang Xinjie looked at the bouquet of flowers piled up on his chest, neither receiving nor pushing, and his heart suddenly became angry for no reason.

"Why am I being unreasonable?" Han Wenqing's performance can be said to be insatiable. He has already taken advantage of Zhang Xinjie's hesitation and slid up, hugging Zhang Xinjie's waist, as if unwilling to let him go, "Obviously You first ran back without saying a word."

"I can't even go back to my own home?" Zhang Xinjie glared at him, "How did you know my flight information? Who told you?"

"Where are you interrogating the prisoner?" Han Wenqing stared, but hugged him tighter, "No one told me! I came here by myself."

"No one told you, how do you know what time I will arrive?"

"If I squat here for a day, I can't reach you?"

Zhang Xinjie thumped in his heart, wondering how long Han Wenqing had been "squatting" here, and the image of Han Wenqing crouching in a corner with a flower in his arms, pitifully stuffing mushrooms had already appeared in his mind.

"What if I don't make it today?"

"Then I'll continue to wait here until you come."

Zhang Xinjie only felt that his throat was tight, and all his words were blocked in his chest, but his face still had that angry expression.Now Han Wenqing panicked. He hugged Zhang Xinjie's waist tightly and licked his lips anxiously.

"Well, if you are really angry, you can beat me and scold me. Don't be angry with yourself."

"Why did I hit you?" Zhang Xinjie rolled his eyes at him, "How long have you been waiting here?"

"Not long."

"to be frank."

"three hours."

Zhang Xinjie was at a loss for words for a moment, he looked at Han Wenqing blankly, wanted to scold but couldn't bear it, wanted to persuade but couldn't swallow it.On the other side's face, there was still that righteous look on his face, as if it was only natural for him to wait here for another three hours.

"You—" He looked at Han Wenqing with a complicated expression. The other party was still hugging his waist tightly. Through the sunglasses, Zhang Xinjie couldn't see his eyes clearly, but he could only see his lips tightly pursed. Hesitant to speak.

"Let's talk as we walk, don't stick around here for people to watch."

Only then did Han Wenqing realize that something was wrong, and hurriedly dragged Zhang Xinjie to the outside of the terminal building: "Where are you going?"

"Go eat something first, are you hungry?"

"A little..."

"You haven't eaten for three hours?"

"No, I just ate something on the plane."

"Is the plane meal enough?"

"I don't know when you will arrive, and I didn't dare to run around..."

Zhang Xinjie immediately turned his head and glared at him: "Then if I don't come, will you be hungry all the time?"

Han Wenqing glanced at him, and answered irrelevantly: "Are you still angry?"

Zhang Xinjie didn't answer his question, and didn't say anything else. The two of them walked out of the terminal building side by side in silence, only to realize that the sky outside was almost dark, and the gradually falling night dyed the dome indigo, leaving only a smear of the setting sun in the sky. The remnant red spread out on the distant mountains, shining with a strange luster.

Zhang Xinjie opened the app on his mobile phone and called for a taxi. Han Wenqing put his right hand on his waist as soon as he got into the car, and sucked in a small mouthful of air. When Zhang Xinjie turned his head, he caught a glimpse of his embarrassment, and immediately frowned: "Your waist how's it going?"

"It's okay." Han Wenqing leaned back cautiously, "I guess I just stood there for a long time."

"Have you been to the hospital for an examination?"

"Well, it's just that the lumbar muscle strain is getting worse, it's not a problem."

"What is 'deterioration'? How far has it deteriorated? What did the doctor say exactly?"

Zhang Xinjie's questioning was thrown out like a cannonball, and Han Wenqing was stunned for a while. He looked at Zhang Xinjie hesitantly, as if he was looking for a proper reason for himself.

"You really don't have to do this... Do I have to lie to you?"

"So to what extent has your waist deteriorated?"

Han Wenqing sighed, looked over the back of the front seat of the taxi, and looked out of the windshield: "I have chronic lumbogluteal fasciitis. The inflammation was a bit severe a while ago, and I have been sealed twice... It’s much better now, but I’m still taking anti-inflammatory drugs, and I have to go for regular checkups.”

Zhang Xinjie sighed and lowered his head, propping his forehead with his right hand, just blocking the look on his face: "Why can't you take care of yourself? Do you have to worry about everything? If I don't care about you from now on, you—"

"You don't care about me from now on?" Han Wenqing asked back word by word, his face suddenly became extremely ugly.

"No..." Zhang Xinjie was stunned for a moment, then fell back slumped, his eyes looked a little loose, "I didn't mean that... I just... want to be quiet."

Han Wenqing didn't speak any more. He rarely saw Zhang Xinjie look so tired. To be honest, he himself had a difficult life during this period of time, but at this moment, he couldn't even utter a word of complaint.

"I don't know how to solve the current situation. It seems that the harder I work, the worse our situation will be. That's why I want to come back to calm down and give you some space to think about what to do in the future... No Thinking of you chasing me again..."

Han Wenqing also didn't say a word, just listened quietly, as if the other party was just analyzing a game, a tactic, rather than regulating their future.He watched Zhang Xinjie lower his head and buried his face in his palm, then reached out to caress the back of his neck, and gently squeezed his protruding cervical spine twice.

"If you can't solve the problem alone, then the two of us can solve it together." Han Wenqing's voice was so low that it sounded a little hoarse, "I've finished calming down now, and I can have a good talk with you." Yet?"

Zhang Xinjie raised his head, glanced at Han Wenqing quietly, and slowly moved towards him, resting his head on his shoulder.

"It's my fault," he said slowly, his tone as calm as usual, "To be honest, I think about things from a very selfish perspective, especially after going to City B, I basically only care about my own pressure, I never considered your feelings..."

"That's not what I mean," Han Wenqing decisively interrupted his confession, "If there is a problem with our communication, it is the problem of the two of us—you are right, I did care about it before. This kind of mentality will not solve the problem at all, it will only make a mess of things."

"But you didn't do anything wrong—I thought about it carefully. If I were in your position, I'm afraid I would only be more at a loss than you."

"You don't need to comfort me like this. You are calmer than me and have a better view of the overall situation. If it were you, you would definitely not be as chaotic as I am."

"But now I am the one who deserts," Zhang Xinjie replied calmly, "I have completely left Tyranny, and now that Tyranny is in such a bad situation, I can only stand by and watch, and the pressure is all on you. It's my fault for demanding you to calm down."

"What are you apologizing to me for?" Han Wenqing raised his hand and rubbed the back of Zhang Xinjie's head, "Just now you said we would solve it together, but you started taking the blame again..."

Zhang Xinjie couldn't help laughing "puchi", and rubbed his forehead against Han Wenqing's neck: "We must first clarify the responsibility for the accident, right?"

"Don't make it clear, it's mine." Han Wenqing reached out and hugged him tighter, "Can I go back with you after dinner?"

Zhang Xinjie raised his head and glanced at him in surprise: "Otherwise, where else do you want to go?"

TBC