[Han Zhang] One thought

49.

Time flies, winter enters in the blink of an eye, and in the blink of an eye, Zhang Jiale has organized another gathering of the "Squad in City B". This time, Han Wenqing had no choice but to let everyone go. He finally bought a house and paid for the decoration Very busy.

He didn't renew the rent when the original rented house expired, but considering the friendship accumulated with the landlord over the years, he enthusiastically introduced this house to the warlock player who just joined Tyranny this season.After taking care of the subletting matters, he carried his luggage and moved back to his parents' house.

The son who had been away from home for many years was finally willing to come back home—albeit temporarily—the Han parents were naturally overjoyed, and soon tidied up his room that had long been reduced to a utility room.The fly in the ointment is that Han Wenqing's parents' home is quite far from the Tyranny Club. He has to get up early every day to go to work, and then rush back home at night, grab a bowl of rice, watch TV with his parents for a while, and then go to work. Go back to bed and think about life.

At the dinner table, the family of three would occasionally try to talk about something, and get along like a "normal" family. Han Wenqing was surprised to find that his father, who had been a soldier all his life, began to become cautious, as if he had to weigh every word before he uttered it.

"What do you want to ask? Let's be honest, I'm not a kid."

Father finally put down his chopsticks, but his expression still seemed a little hesitant: "The matter between you and Xiao Zhang...how is it resolved?"

Han Wenqing was taken aback, then glanced at his mother again: "Why do you even know about it?"

"You really think your father is an old antique who doesn't surf the Internet?"

"That's not what I mean—" Han Wenqing waved his hand, "No, why are you worrying about me?"

"I'm not allowed to be angry when my son is scolded?" Father Han stared until his eyes almost fell off the table.

"I'm not angry, why are you so angry?"

"Are you still angry? Are you bloody?"

"Why is bloody involved?" Han Wenqing was dumbfounded, never expecting that he would be labeled as "bloodless" one day.

"You are not angry when people scold you, and you are not angry when they scold your wife?"

Han Wenqing was choked by his words, holding the rice bowl for a long time before he could utter a word. Seeing this, Han's mother quickly tapped her husband's arm with the chopsticks, and gave her a wink: "My little one!" Don't meddle in the matter of the two..."

"What do you mean I'm meddling? If someone dares to scold you, I'll be the first to fight with him—"

"Can you two calm down for a while?" Han Wenqing finally covered his face helplessly, "Can I just be quiet for a while? Do you think the current situation is not enough for me?"

The dinner table fell into dead silence, the parents looked at each other, and finally realized something was wrong in the words.

"What's going on now? What's wrong?"

Han Wenqing rubbed his eyes vigorously, and briefly talked about the meeting that the alliance called the captains of the various teams. Before he finished speaking, Father Han habitually patted the table again.

"What the hell is this thing called? What does your alliance do? Take care of the world and the affairs of other people's quilts?"

Han Wenqing was so yelled at that his eardrums trembled, so he had to patiently explain a few words about the business operation of the alliance. Before he could finish three sentences, Father Han almost flipped the table again.

"What's commercial or not? There aren't that many bad things in the army!"

"Are you sure?" Han Wenqing's mouth twitched, and he cast a suspicious look at his father.

"Ahem..." Father Han finally realized that he couldn't fool Han Wenqing even if he ran the train with his mouth full, so he cleared his throat in embarrassment and changed the subject, "What did your team say?"

"Tyranny ignored the Alliance."

"Good job!" Father Han slammed the table again, startling both mother and son.

"What's wrong with you?"

Mother Han glared at him, but Father Han ignored him completely, and just said to Han Wenqing on his own, "That's what you have to do, don't bother with the Crazy League, if you take a step back now, he will have to make progress, and in the end he will push forward." The nose is on the face."

Han Wenqing didn't have the heart to talk to his father's nonsense now, so he sighed, picked up the rice bowl and picked up a few mouthfuls of rice again, and put the bowl down after pondering for a while: "Dad, don't worry about it, Tyranny is not cowardly."

"Hmm..." Father Han also responded sullenly, as if he wanted to say something, but was stared back by Mother Han, so he reached out and patted Han Wenqing's shoulder.Han Wenqing trembled when he was photographed, as if he was a soldier under his father's command.

After finally coping with the irritable father, the mother on the other side said again: "How is Xiao Zhang's health? I heard that he is going to the hospital after calling him?"

Han Wenqing rolled his eyes involuntarily: "Did he tell you to stare at me again?"

Mother Han picked up her chopsticks and knocked him on the head: "You are really promising! I don't know how to go to the hospital with my injuries, and Xiao Zhang hangs you all the way!"

Han Wenqing didn't bother to respond any more. The parents sitting across from him were already planning to visit Zhang Xinjie in City B. For a while, he felt a strange sense of dislocation. He only felt that Zhang Xinjie was his parents' newborn son, and that At best, he can only be regarded as a son-in-law who stepped in the door.

"I said," he finally couldn't hold back anymore, and interrupted, "He's almost on vacation, why are you rushing to City B? Don't hinder him from taking the exam. If he fails another subject, it won't make sense."

"That's right, it's just adding to the chaos when we run over at this juncture, so why not call his parents over after he's on vacation..."

"Alright." Han Wenqing nodded in agreement, but suddenly recalled that Zhang's parents came to Q City to celebrate the New Year last year. They wanted to meet with their parents, but they were excused by themselves.

In just one year, things went in the opposite direction all the way, which was really beyond his expectation.

This meal almost made him overwhelmed. After the meal, his mother began to clean up the dishes and wash the dishes. The father and son of the Han family stared at each other. It didn't take long for Han Wenqing to feel uncomfortable and said, "I'll go!" Help my mother wash the dishes" and got up to run away.

"Stop!" He was stopped by his father before he took two steps, "A big man is only thinking about washing the dishes? How much do you want to stay with me?"

"Why can't a big man wash the dishes? I do all the housework in my house. It's not like you, who don't work hard and don't know the grain!"

"Who said I don't work hard? You have never eaten the dumplings I made, otherwise I guarantee that you will never want to eat your mother's food again in your life!"

"Then you are a bag! What kind of skill is it if you just talk about it but don't practice it?"

"Just wait, I'll go buy meat tomorrow and chop stuffing...I think back then when I was in the army, when it came to making dumplings, there were not many cooks in the company who could compare with me!"

"There are not many cooks in a company, right?"

Han Wenqing unscrupulously demolished his father's table, causing him to blow his beard and stare. Just as he was about to explode, Han's mother poked her head out from the kitchen: "What are you two yelling about? I can hear you yelling in the kitchen Screaming, making a lot of noise."

"My dad said he was going to make dumplings tomorrow." Han Wenqing simply "sold" his teammates.

"Make dumplings, let's make dumplings, there's nothing to shout about." Mother Han rolled her eyes, and went back to the kitchen to toss pots and pans.Father Han seemed to have been infected by Han Wenqing during this period of time, and he didn't dare to challenge his wife anymore, and gave his son a bitter look.Han Wenqing, on the other hand, had a haughty look, with his hands behind his back, and walked into the kitchen without looking sideways.

"Mom, do you need help?"

"No, you can sit with your father."

"I would only quarrel with him outside...how have you endured it for so many years?"

"How Xiao Zhang tolerated you is how I tolerated your father."

Han Wenqing was stunned, froze in place, and after a while he managed to say "I'm not like this".

"Hehe," Mother Han showed an inscrutable smile, "You and your father were carved out of the same mold."

Han Wenqing took advantage of his mother's turning around to set the bowl, rolled his eyes secretly, and complained in a low voice: "It's you who drew the gourd and the ladle..."

Han's mother immediately turned around and twisted Han Wenqing's ear: "I think you are itchy? Dare to speak obscenely to your mother, you need to deal with it, right?"

"Where is it yellow! You, you, you, lighten up! Your ears are almost twisted off by you..."

Han Wenqing was beaten by his mother and fled. He ran back to the bedroom, opened a can for Xiao Han, helped him clean up the cat litter, and took two photos casually. When he was about to send them to Moments, he saw Zhang Jiale A group photo was circulated in the circle of friends. In the photo, apart from him and Sun Zheping, there were Zhang Xinjie, Wang Jiexi, Ye Xiu, and several old acquaintances from Team Heavenly Swords. The group seemed to be cooking hot pot in the shop.Zhang Jiale also very mischievously drew a red circle on the empty seat next to Zhang Xinjie, and added a sentence: "The one who is absent, take the seat by yourself!"

There was already a crowd of demons dancing in the comments, and Heavenly Swordsmen were still reserved, and the comments were all "Thanks to the great god for the hospitality"; Ye Xiu had already taunted, "Hehe, you can't even grab me for meat, you get out of the group." Sun Zheping immediately fought back. To his surprise, Wang Jiexi was also supporting Zhang Jiale: "Shouldn't God Ye be the one to retreat first?"

Immediately afterwards, Huang Shaotian swiped the screen with a long speech, to the effect that "it's not interesting to call me a hot pot". Flying to City B to "eat the big family", even Lin Jingyan, who has always been diving, took the plunge: "Brother Le, you don't even greet your old teammates when you eat hot pot, it's not kind."

Han Wenqing was stunned, quit the circle of friends, searched the contact list for a long time, found the group called "Our F4 has power", and directly named Lin Jingyan in the group.

"Old Lin, when are you free to come back and sit down?"

"I'll go, this group is still there!" Zhang Jiale was the first to jump out, jokingly brushed a lot of middle-aged and elderly emoticons into the group, and Lin Jingyan was finally blown away by a "cheers to our friendship" emoji Came out, and replied: "Yes! I'm planning to go back to Q City for Chinese New Year, shall we get together?"

"Hey," Zhang Jiale sent a "smirking" emoji, "Are you bringing your family?"

"You take me with you." Lin Jingyan responded with a "smiling but silent" expression.

"Bring them all," Han Wenqing said in the end, "Let's have a good get-together."

"okay."

Zhang Xinjie finally got mad and sent a "nice" emoji.

"I'll go! Even Zhang Xinjie has learned how to post emoticons..." Lin Jingyan threw a "wiping sweat" emoji into the group.

"He used it so much... Half of the emoticons in my WeChat are sent to me."

Lin Jingyan seemed to be planning to complain, but Zhang Xinjie quickly threw a photo of Han Wenqing rolling his eyes into the group, with a few words on it: "Shut up!"

"Hahahahahahahaha Zhang Xinjie, you 666666666..."

"Take this opportunity to show your affection, give it to me!"

"Shut up!" Han Wenqing finally couldn't bear it anymore, but his old teammates obviously didn't intend to talk to him. For a while, all kinds of expressions in the group flourished. Han Wenqing held his phone for a while and began to add them all silently into your custom emoticons.

TBC