[Han Zhang] One thought

37.

Han Wenqing spent half a month with Zhang Xinjie in City X, which was a very "healthy" life-every morning at 6:6, Zhang Xinjie dragged him out of bed for a morning run, and at [-]:[-] in the evening, his "mother-in-law" poured him a few bowls of delicious and delicious food. Nutritious chicken soup, and is also responsible for chatting, walking, and playing chess with Zhang Xinjie's father during the day.It was only then that Zhang Xinjie was surprised to find that Han Wenqing could play chess, and that he played it well.

"When I was young, I played chess with my dad's comrades in the compound. Their political commissar caught me playing chess as soon as I came back from vacation, and I couldn't escape..."

"Why did you run away?" Zhang Xinjie was squatting on the balcony, trimming a pot of roses planted by his mother. When Han Wenqing mentioned his childhood, he immediately became interested, "Don't you like playing chess?"

"I like it, but I'm tired of him talking about me all the time. He's even more verbose than my dad—ouch..." Han Wenqing helped him clean up the fallen branches and leaves, stretching his waist inadvertently.

"Take it easy." Zhang Xinjie quickly got up and took the broom and dustpan in his hands, and supported him against the wall. "Take it easy, I can sweep the leaves myself after a while."

"Don't you play chess with your dad?"

"He doesn't like my skills, and often blames me for dragging him down, saying that playing chess with a stinky chess basket will get worse and worse."

Han Wenqing laughed out loud on the spot, and before Zhang Xinjie had time to glare at him, he saw him covering his waist again, grinning for a while.

"I made you laugh," Zhang Xinjie couldn't help feeling distressed while gloating, "Can't you stop the meeting?"

"You're so funny," Han Wenqing replied ruthlessly, "How bad are your chess skills?"

"It's okay... My dad has a high vision. He advertises that he is a dragon slaying technique, and he doesn't like shrimp soldiers and crab generals like me."

"Your father is really interesting..." Han Wenqing couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"That's because you haven't been with him for a long time, and you can't bear to face him for many years like me."

"It's okay, your dad is at least a reasonable person..."

"You..." Zhang Xinjie smiled helplessly, got up and swept the branches and leaves all over the ground, and then moved the roses back to their original positions, "Don't insinuate here, life is not an academic seminar, just reasoning can solve the problem Everything?"

"That's better than my dad's kind of abstinence?" Han Wenqing, who was exposed, simply chose to give up on himself.

"So it's good for you to live in my house for ten days and half a month, just to learn how to get along with the elders."

"Am I here for class?" Han Wenqing couldn't laugh or cry.

Complaints are nothing but complaints. Han Wenqing lived comfortably in Zhang's house for half a month. If there is anything he is dissatisfied with, every time he hugs Zhang Xinjie after nightfall and wants to make out, the other party always has all kinds of things. reason for refusal.

Either "it's too late", or "disturb my parents' rest", or "your waist is still hurt", Han Wenqing was full of anger.

"Do you dislike me?"

"What do I despise you for?" Zhang Xinjie pushed away Han Wenqing who was rubbing against his neck, "Calm down a bit, you don't know how to cherish your old waist..."

"Who do you think is old?" Han Wenqing became impatient, and stretched out his hand to pull Zhang Xinjie's pajamas, but Zhang Xinjie twisted his arm hard, causing him to grit his teeth in pain, "Take it easy! You don't know how to do it!" , if you screw it up, will you pay for it?”

"It's broken and I'll take care of it, anyway, you don't play games now."

"So cruel? Is it my husband?"

"Why are you so out of shape when you speak?"

"What do you need to be correct on the bed?" Han Wenqing continued to grope around with his arms around Zhang Xinjie, only to find that most of his face was blushing under the dim light at the head of the bed, so he moved closer to kiss Zhang Xinjie, but he didn't expect it. Zhang Xinjie took advantage of the situation and covered his mouth.

"Stop making trouble, let's talk about it when we go home..."

"Isn't this home?" Han Wenqing pulled Zhang Xinjie's hand away and kissed his palm, his voice sounded vague.

"Go back to my home!" Zhang Xinjie was already a little anxious, and wanted to pull his hand back, but he didn't move for a long time.

"Why can't it work here?"

"My dad and the others are right next door... I'm sorry."

Han Wenqing froze, glared at him resentfully, kissed the back of his hand, stuffed him into the bed, and even tucked the corner of the quilt.

"Why didn't I realize you were so thin-skinned before?"

"You have a thick skin." Zhang Xinjie cursed in a low voice, and dragged Han Wenqing into the bed, wrapping the two of them into a huge silkworm chrysalis.

Han Wenqing didn't refute, pinched Zhang Xinjie's cheeks, pulled him into his arms, and rubbed the furry head on his chest: "Sleep, sleep, sleep—I'm really afraid of you."

When Han Wenqing finally calmed down, Zhang Xinjie felt rather apologetic, hesitantly kissed him on the cheek, but Han Wenqing pinned his head: "If you want to sleep, don't make trouble with me..."

In the end, when the two of them boarded the flight back to Q City, Han Wenqing actually felt a little bit like a world away.

"Isn't there a story? A woodcutter watched people play chess in the mountains. When he went down the mountain, he found that 1000 years had passed..."

"Is it like this in our house?"

"That's not what you mean..." Han Wenqing fastened his seat belt, and helped Zhang Xinjie pull down the sun visor, "I'm a bit reluctant to live in your house. Once I go back to Q City, there will be a bunch of messes. It's a headache to think about it." ..."

Zhang Xinjie stretched out his hand with a wry smile, and shook Han Wenqing's palm: "Are you starting to retreat too?"

"Well... To be honest, sometimes I want to escape from reality for a while..."

Zhang Xinjie didn't answer the question, but silently held Han Wenqing's hand, and gently pinched the knuckle of his index finger.

"Are you trying to laugh at me again?"

"No." Zhang Xinjie shrugged calmly, turned his face to look at Han Wenqing, "If you're tired, take a good rest. You've been working like this for more than ten years, so it's time for you to rest."

"Really?" Han Wenqing turned his head thoughtfully, "Are you trying to persuade me to let go again?"

"You make your own decision," Zhang Xinjie continued to hold his hand until the palm was sweating, "I just want to help you within the scope of my ability, so that you don't have to fight alone..."

"I don't think I'm fighting alone." Han Wenqing shook his backhand forcefully, imitating Zhang Xinjie's way of pinching his joints, "I know we've always been on the same front, it's just that you changed positions, but we still comrade-in-arms—”

Zhang Xinjie couldn't help laughing "puchi", but Han Wenqing still clasped his fingers tightly, and continued on his own: "Although we are all busy with our own things now, and usually don't seem to have much to talk about, but I know You still support me in other places, that's enough."

Zhang Xinjie smiled. Almost at the same time, the plane ended taxiing and began to take off. The violent tremor made him dizzy for a while. He had to close his eyes and let the darkness cover his world. Being held by Han Wenqing, he could feel the warmth of the opponent's palm, and even the rush of blood under the rough skin.

At this moment, there is no need for him to say anything, the flight of the plane gradually calmed down, and after the dizziness gradually dissipated, he opened his eyes to see the clear blue sky outside the window—Han Wenqing reopened the visor, and it was passing over his head at this moment Looking out.He also looked out following Han Wenqing's line of sight. The plane was passing smoothly through the soft clouds, like a ship in a dream, passing through the vast misty water and taking them to the next port.

It was only when Zhang Xinjie returned to his home in Q City that he realized the true situation of the returned "wanderer"—Xiao Han, who had just been sent back by Han's mother, became angry with him as soon as he met, and Han's mother was still reluctant when he was there. Sitting down beside his lap, Han's mother simply curled up behind the sofa as soon as she left, no matter how much he yelled, she didn't respond.

"Xiao Han? Coal ball? Mimi?" Zhang Xinjie racked his brains to change names, but the black cat remained unmoved and maintained that indifferent attitude. When Zhang Xinjie tried to reach out to hug it, it was still weak. He flashed his paws at Zhang Xinjie.

"I'm angry." Han Wenqing at the side had the four characters "gloating at others' misfortune" written all over his face.

Zhang Xinjie glared at Han Wenqing, and sat down on the floor directly opposite Xiao Han, concentrating on coaxing the cat.

After Han Wenqing packed all his luggage, he went into the kitchen. After cooking dinner for people, he started cooking cat food. Zhang Xinjie managed to coax Xiao Han into letting him touch the top of his head, and the smell of the food started to go away. It came out of the kitchen.Xiao Han broke free from Zhang Xinjie's palm with an "Aww", turned his head and sneaked into the kitchen, grabbed Han Wenqing's ankle and began to scratch it non-stop.

Zhang Xinjie was still stunned on the spot and didn't recover. In the blink of an eye, Han Wenqing scolded the cat: "Let go, let go! Why scratch? I've been thinking about eating all day long!"

Zhang Xinjie in the living room couldn't help laughing, as if he had returned to the days when he was trained by Han Wenqing in Tyranny, but now the person Captain Han scolded was changed from a human to a cat, and he felt a sense of joy inexplicably.

"Tell you to let go! Do you believe that I chopped off your paw?"

Han Wenqing's tone became more and more exasperated, but at this moment Zhang Xinjie suddenly poked his head into the kitchen: "Why are you and the cat so angry?"

Han Wenqing turned his back to Zhang Xinjie and rolled his eyes: "Hurry up and take him out, and scratch him a couple of times and my pants should be scrapped."

"Then I have to let it hug me. You didn't see it and you were angry with me?"

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Han turned his head and ran towards Zhang Xinjie, hugging Zhang Xinjie's ankle, as if planning to climb up, turned his head and yelled at Han Wenqing viciously while pulling.

Zhang Xinjie was stunned, and quickly bent down to pick up the cat, hugged it in his arms, and took the opportunity to rub its rounder belly, in exchange for a few very enjoyable purrs.It seemed to realize that Zhang Xinjie seemed to be a little more friendly than Han Wenqing, who was always swearing - even though he hadn't been home for several months.

Taking advantage of Zhang Xinjie's free time to appease Xiao Han, Han Wenqing finally made cat food and put it in Xiao Han's special cat bowl. When he turned to greet Zhang Xinjie to eat, he found that one person and one cat were having fun, but he was left alone. on the side.

"Hey—are you still eating?"

Zhang Xinjie hugged Xiao Han to the side of the bowl, and watched it begin to gobble it up with peace of mind. Then he felt relieved. He walked slowly behind Han Wenqing who was serving the meal, hugged his waist, and put his chin on his. shoulder.

TBC