[Han Zhang] One thought

09.

In the two years when Han Wenqing just announced his retirement, life can almost be described as "living like a year". It was so difficult to adapt to a life without training, competition, and glory, so that he had an illusion that time passed so slowly. .But now, Zhang Xinjie doesn't seem to have such distress.

He was busy with his "twice scoring" studies, time passed by in a hurry, half a year passed, and he finally caught up with the progress of tutoring, but he was still addicted to the library every day, and he didn't even go home during the Chinese New Year.

"Aren't you going to ask your parents to come to Q City to celebrate the New Year together?" Han Wenqing unpacked the New Year's goods sent by several old teammates from the courier box, and asked casually.

Zhang Xinjie's parents naturally knew about the relationship between the two, and they even "investigated" his son's partner face to face a few years ago. Naturally, Zhang Xinjie didn't need to worry too much, but he still shook his head hesitantly and said, "Forget it." , I don’t have time to accompany them when they come.”

"I can play with them in Q City."

"Okay then, I'll call and ask them later."

On New Year's Eve, Zhang Xinjie's parents arrived at the airport in Q City with big bags and small bags. Han Wenqing drove to pick them up in person, helped them pick up the luggage, put them in the trunk of the car, and opened the door for them.

Along the way, Han Wenqing briefly talked about Zhang Xinjie's "study" problems to Zhang's parents. Zhang's father seemed to be very proud of his son's learning ability, and kept repeating, "If he didn't play games, he would be a university professor now." , Zhang's mother gently tugged on her husband's sleeve, and chuckled lightly: "Xiao Han, don't listen to his nonsense, wanting to be a professor at the age of 30 is simply a dream."

Han Wenqing naturally had nothing to say about such a topic, and the name "Xiao Han" also made him feel very strange. He steered the steering wheel and listened to Zhang's parents chatting casually in the back seat. , Not long after, the car stopped downstairs.

When a group of people entered the house, Zhang Xinjie was reciting words on the balcony. English is not his strong point. "Board" held him back, and he didn't dare to relax and review even during the Chinese New Year.

Han Wenqing knocked on the glass door of the balcony three times before Zhang Xinjie heard the movement. He put down his book and returned to the living room, saying hello to his parents.

"So hard, why did you go early?"

Zhang's mother threw a sharp eye at her husband again, and quickly smoothed things over: "It's never too late to study..."

Han Wenqing just rummaged through the box to find the high-end tea set given by the manager of the Tyranny Club when he just moved, and took out the Longjing tea given by Lin Jingyan, and made tea for his "father-in-law and mother-in-law", without mixing with the Zhang family. dialogue.

After lunch, Han Wenqing took the initiative to take over the responsibility of washing the dishes. When he tidied up the kitchen and returned to the living room, Zhang Xinjie was chatting with his parents about his future schooling career in City B.

"Professor Xu from the University of City B is my old classmate. When you go over, help me bring him some local products, so that he can take care of you in the future."

Zhang Xinjie nodded, and Han Wenqing, who was sitting on the sofa on one side, also heard a general idea—as long as Zhang Xinjie's test scores can "pass the line", it should be no problem to enter the university in city B.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and when he turned his head, he heard Zhang's mother ask him: "Xiao Han, do you want to invite your parents to have dinner together tonight?"

Han Wenqing was stunned for a moment, and reluctantly answered, "My parents are not in Q City... they are on a business trip."

"The Chinese New Year is still on a business trip?"

"Uh, my parents were originally soldiers, and their jobs after changing jobs are also related to the army. There's nothing I can do after being transferred..."

Zhang's parents looked at each other in blank dismay, obviously their throats were blocked, but they couldn't speak.Zhang Xinjie stood up, refilled the tea for his parents, and took the initiative to ask about the recent situation of Professor Xu from the university in city B, subtly changing the topic.

The four of them continued chatting one after another until the evening, and then began to prepare for the New Year's Eve dinner.Zhang's parents brought a lot of new year's goods, plus gifts from relatives and friends from all walks of life before, this dinner was indeed a sumptuous dinner.Han Wenqing was killing fish by the vegetable sink, while Zhang Xinjie was in charge of cutting up the rest of the ingredients and putting them on plates. At this moment, Han Wenqing's cell phone rang suddenly. He threw the fish into the basin next to him and wiped it on the apron. After wiping his hands, he took out his phone and looked at the screen, all expressions froze on his face for a moment.

He raised his hand to signal Zhang Xinjie to stare at the casserole with chicken soup on the stove, and then he went to the balcony with his phone in his hand.

Han Wenqing went there for quite a while, and Zhang Xinjie's mother walked into the kitchen slowly, directing Zhang Xinjie to cook the soup.

"Hey, you skim off the froth first... no, no, you've muddled it all up, you have to skim it in the direction of the swirl of the soup... yes, you have to be gentle and fast—hey, where's Xiao Han?"

"Calling on the balcony, probably his parents..."

"Oh, why don't I go and have a chat with my in-laws?"

After saying that, Zhang's mother was about to leave the kitchen, Zhang Xinjie quickly stopped her: "Mom, there are restrictions on calling in the army...you help me keep an eye on the soup pot first, and I'll get that fish."

Han Wenqing's face was still a little stiff when he came back, but seeing Zhang's mother helping in the kitchen, he didn't have any seizures. While persuading Zhang's mother to rest first, he took the scaled fish from Zhang Xinjie and put it on the cutting board to be cut. .

But Mother Zhang leaned against the kitchen door and chatted with Han Wenqing.

"Where are your parents traveling on business?"

"Over there in southern Xinjiang...it may take some time before I can come back."

"It's not easy. I can't reunite with my family during Chinese New Year."

"It's okay, I'm used to it... It's pretty good now. Before they changed jobs, they got together less and separated more, and they didn't see each other for a year."

"Then who did you live with when you were young? Grandparents?"

"Live in the army compound, and let your parents, comrades-in-arms and colleagues take care of you."

"It's hard for you too...why don't you talk to your parents more?"

"Uh...The signal over there is not good. They can't hear me when I yell loudly, so I might as well wait until they come back."

"No wonder you are responsible... Our family's Xinjie can't do it. He never left home before the age of 16. When he first came to Q City, he caused you a lot of trouble, right?"

"It's okay——" Han Wenqing was at a loss for words for a while, the experience that Zhang's mother said was indeed a bit too long for him, "There is nothing to trouble."

Zhang's mother smiled and nodded, as if she wanted to say something more, but Zhang Xinjie suddenly interrupted: "Mom, you go and sit with my dad."

"He's still watching the news," Ms. Zhang muttered, but she also turned and walked out of the kitchen. "I don't know what to watch..."

Zhang Xinjie sent his mother away, closed the kitchen door, turned around and shrugged at Han Wenqing: "Okay, don't be nervous, cut up the fish quickly."

"That was not what I meant……"

"I know." Zhang Xinjie patted him on the shoulder, walked to the stove, and continued to study the pot of chicken soup. "You have never been good at dealing with elders."

"Hmm..." Han Wenqing replied sullenly, "You really please the elders."

"Really?" Zhang Xinjie seemed to look at him meaningfully.

"Ahem..." Han Wenqing cleared his throat lightly, lowered his head and continued cooking the fish.

"Actually, your parents didn't go on a business trip, did they?"

Zhang Xinjie suddenly lowered his voice and asked, Han Wenqing's hands trembled and he almost cut off his fingers.

"I'm not angry," Zhang Xinjie walked over slowly, took the knife from Han Wenqing's hand, pulled up his left hand, and looked at it carefully, "But you're going to procrastinate like this? Did the balcony quarrel with them?"

Han Wenqing stared at Zhang Xinjie without saying a word. The pupils behind his glasses seemed to be filled with the look of "seeing through everything". He knew that he couldn't tell a lie, but he didn't know what to say for a while, so the two of them were deadlocked. In the end, Zhang Xinjie sighed softly and spoke first.

"Otherwise, I'll go back with you and have a good talk with the second elder?"

"Let's talk," Han Wenqing swallowed—in fact, he had already quarreled with his parents on the phone, and there was nothing to swallow—turned his head away, "Let's have a good New Year... "

"Then you plan to come here every Chinese New Year?"

"No." Han Wenqing turned his gaze back and looked directly into Zhang Xinjie's eyes, "I will solve it as soon as possible."

"Are you still planning to carry everything by yourself? Can you handle it yourself?"

"Yes... I was delayed because of Tyranny's affairs before, but now Tyranny doesn't need to worry about me, I can—"

"It's not about this problem," Zhang Xinjie interrupted Han Wenqing rarely, but his tone was still calm, "I'm not angry with you, and I'm not trying to put pressure on you, I'm just trying to help you find a solution—you and It's not an option for your parents to keep going like this..."

"But the solution won't come out in a while. Let's eat first, and we'll talk about other things another day."

Zhang Xinjie stared blankly at Han Wenqing, as if he wanted to say something more, but there were already gurgling sounds from the stove beside him, as well as the sound of the casserole colliding with the lid. Han Wenqing turned his head quickly, and saw the casserole was violently Steam was gushing out of the ground, the lid of the pot was almost overturned, and the soup was almost overflowing.

There was also a knock on the door and Zhang Xinjie's mother's voice from outside the kitchen: "Xinjie, Xiaohan, has the soup spilled?"

Zhang Xinjie responded casually, quickly let go of Han Wenqing's hand, turned around and turned off the fire, Han Wenqing took two towels and put them in his hands, took the hot casserole off the stove, put on the iron pot for cooking, Invite Zhang Xinjie to bring other ingredients to prepare for cooking.

After the heavy topic was covered, the New Year's Eve dinner was enjoyed happily. Zhang's father even praised Han Wenqing's cooking skills with great fanfare—this seemed to be a rare scene in the Zhang family. For a while, Zhang Xinjie and Zhang The look of the mother is a bit unexpected.

"He's just a trickster." Zhang's mother gave her husband a white look, and then looked at Han Wenqing with a smile, "I don't know where the stinking problem came from."

"Uncle and aunt laughed."

TBC