Thunder can't catch fire

Zhou Yan drank two cans of beer and wanted to drink more, but was stopped by Han Zheng, who smiled coldly: "You look like a ghost, you should keep it."

He asked Zhou Yan to put it away, but he was not vague at all, and finished the remaining two cans.

Zhou Yan's drinking capacity was obviously not good enough, Han Zheng saw that his ears were a little red, and teased him: "I've only had this little drink, and it's getting on my face..."

Zhou Yan was dissatisfied, and smiled: "How much can you drink?"

"I used to drink for nothing." Han Zheng glanced at him calmly, "Never drunk."

Zhou Yan didn't understand the customs of their army, but Han Zheng looked like an old smoker and an old alcoholic, and his life was extremely unhealthy. Naturally, it was different from his usual days when he mainly ate green vegetables and basked in the sun and cracked sunflower seeds. Nothing compares.

Today is the New Year's Eve, and the sound of fireworks and firecrackers outside can be heard endlessly. Han Zheng's laptop is placed on the small table on Zhou Yan's bed, and the Spring Festival Gala is playing on it, and the people inside can only see their mouths opening and closing, saying I can't hear a word of what I'm singing or what I'm singing.

During this period, Han Zheng answered many phone calls. Judging from his tone of voice, there are students, colleagues, relatives and friends, all of whom are probably here to pay New Year's greetings in advance. His expression is very simple, just a very faint smile, as if... some indifference.

Zhou Yan is much cleaner, the phone is useless, not even a message.

Anyway, they couldn't fall asleep, and the two of them lasted until midnight. When the sound of firecrackers became a little quieter, Zhou Yan started to yawn and said, "I'm so sleepy."

"Going to sleep?" Han Zheng frowned, "Can you sleep with such a loud noise?"

Zhou Yan raised his eyelids sleepily: "Thunder can't be shaken."

"You are a pig..."

That night, both of them didn't sleep very well. They were always woken up by the sound of firecrackers just as they were about to fall asleep. Zhou Yan was startled awake again the next morning. Huh?! The air pollution is so serious and let it go! The relevant departments don’t care about it!”

It was the first time Han Zheng saw him so angry, speechless.

——This kid wakes up very angry.

"We are a small and medium-sized city, and we may implement a policy/policy to ban fireworks and firecrackers next year."

Zhou Yan said: "I don't think it can be banned. How can people nowadays be so conscious."

Han Zheng smiled: "You can't say that. When it's Chinese New Year, everyone always has some good expectations in their hearts. It's true that the custom has been passed down like this."

Zhou Yan glanced at him, stopped talking, stretched his uninjured arms and legs, and yawned.

He has a slender figure and looks lazy in a hospital gown, like a leopard basking in the sun.

Han Zheng originally wanted to describe him as a cat, but after thinking about it, it seems that a leopard is more suitable.

The fracture couldn't be healed in a day or two. Zhou Yan clamored to go home after lying in the hospital for a while. Han Zheng knew that he was thinking about the medical expenses, but he didn't specify.

He is not a fool.

It was Han Zheng who handled the discharge procedures. Sitting in a wheelchair, Zhou Yan watched him busy, helped him pack his luggage for discharge, and sighed, "Hey, it feels so good to be a master."

Sure enough, Han Zheng stopped his movements and looked at him coldly, that look... looked at people with chills.

Zhou Yan had a hippie smile on his face: "I'm just kidding, Brother Zheng."

Han Zheng took care of him from the day he was hospitalized, serving tea, water, cooking, excrement and urine, and the "accompany|sleep" service. He didn't complain at all, and worked hard. A big man can't hold each other and cry bitterly, can he?There is no way to promise him with his body... Even if Zhou Yan is willing, Han Zheng will probably kick him into outer space directly.

However, it is still possible to call "Brother Zheng".

Zhou Yan has never called "Brother" to anyone so convincingly in his life. Han Zheng is the first one, but he doesn't know if he will be the last.

Sitting on Han Zheng's Land Rover, Zhou Yan asked him for a bill for medical expenses, and Han Zheng told him, "No."

Zhou Yan was stunned.No? ? ?

He patted Han Zheng on the shoulder: "Brother Zheng, I know you are rich, but I haven't paid back the money I owed you before. The medical expenses can't snowball..." More and more.

"You must be sick." Han Zheng drove very seriously, staring ahead, not even giving him a squint, "I don't have that spare money."

Zhou Yan didn't say anything more, just at a red light, Han Zheng stopped the car, turned his head to look at him, and found that he was looking down at the phone, sliding his finger on the screen from time to time, looking thoughtful.

The air conditioner in the car turned on a little hot, Zhou Yan's ears were slightly red, and the skin on his face was still very white.

The car behind honked its horn, Han Zheng came back to his senses, looked away, and restarted the car.

Zhou Yan was on the phone.

He didn't seem to get through the first time, but he didn't give up. He continued to call the second, third, and finally got through the fourth time.

"It's me...discharged from the hospital...no need...give me your card number...I'm not short of money..."

When he said the words "I'm not short of money", Han Zheng raised his eyebrows unconsciously.

——Desperate to save face.

What's the next sentence?

Live and suffer.

It was the first time Han Zheng saw him talking on the phone with someone else, and the way he spoke was different from usual, the bland and slightly frivolous look disappeared, on the contrary, he was quite mature.

After Zhou Yan hung up the phone, he didn't say anything, but his face was expressionless, and even when Han Zheng carried him upstairs, he rarely said a word.

... as quiet as a chicken.

Everyone's bad mood manifests in different ways, and Han Zheng reckoned that Zhou Yan had this half-dead look.

He put the ingredients into the refrigerator by category, not on the top shelf on purpose, for fear that Zhou Yan would not be able to reach them in a wheelchair.

Han Zheng looks like a rough guy from the army, but he is actually quite careful.

Zhou Yan looked at the overcrowded refrigerator, sighed forcefully, and closed the refrigerator door.

At this time, Han Zheng came out of the bathroom, and picked up the coat that was on the sofa.

"I still have something to do, let's go first, can you do it by yourself?"

Zhou Yan nodded: "No problem."

After Han Zheng left, the whole room fell into dead silence. Zhou Yan's mind quickly played what he had just said on the phone with Ding Yizhao.

No, I can't think about it.

He turned on the TV, tuned to a Minsheng channel at random, watched the professional pig farmers complain about the poor business this year, watched his eyelids getting heavy, and fell asleep like that.

In fact, I can't sleep peacefully. In my dream, there are one fat pig after another running in the sky.

In Zhou Yan's heart, tens of thousands of grass and mud horses galloped past. Fortunately, Han Zheng was not there, otherwise... tsk tsk... what a shame.

He and Han Zheng had slept in the same room for so many days, but when it came to sleeping alone this night, he was not used to it.Zhou Yan thinks I'm so cheap, I used to always feel that someone I don't know well in the room would affect my sleep, but now, I miss the old days.

Maybe he's been alone for too long.People, that's how it is.Once you get used to living with no one to accompany you, you will get used to it. As soon as you have someone to accompany you, even if it doesn't take long, the problem of hypocrisy will come up.

Zhou Yan never felt that he was a hypocritical person, he could only comfort himself that maybe it was too cold this day, which made his heart feel chilly, like a small hole was opened, and the cold wind was blowing in.

Not only is it chilly, but it is also refreshing.

Then one day he called Han Zheng and asked him to bring a bottle of beer when he came over.

Zhou Yan thought about it many times later, and he was still very, very sure that he said "a bottle of beer"!

When he saw Han Zheng in a cashmere sweater carrying a case of beer and opening the door, he was so startled that he almost lost his crutches and jumped up...

Han Zheng ignored his desperate expression, put the beer in the kitchen, and poured himself a cup of hot water.

He was in good physical strength, and carried such a heavy beer to the sixth floor without panting. He looked at Zhou Yan calmly and indifferently and said, "The supermarket is discounted, a box is more cost-effective."

Zhou Yan: "..."

Han Zheng came almost every day. Qin Feifei stopped coming after coming once. It is said that he was frightened when he encountered a mouse in the corridor when he was going downstairs. Later, he called Zhou Yan and said sadly, "Brother Zhou Yan! You live like this!" Difficult! Just tell me! I have saved a lot of money over the years!"

What made Zhou Yan "flattered" was that Ling Ying also came to visit him.

She came with Han Zheng that day, and Han Zheng was in a rare good mood. He said that he would cook for himself today, and after checking the stock in Zhou Yan's refrigerator, he went out to buy groceries, leaving only Ling Ying and Zhou Yan behind.

Zhou Yan thought it would be embarrassing at first, after all, he inexplicably took up so much time for his fiancé to be a free nurse, disturbing her sweetness, you and me, but Ling Ying didn't show anything on his face, and he was so special If you can chat, you can spread the topic in a while.Most of the time, she was the one talking, talking about her own business, her expression and tone were very calm, Zhou Yan would occasionally respond, and then she would smile and continue talking.

Compared with Qin Feifei, Ling Ying is obviously much more mature. Zhou Yan has a villainous heart, so in his opinion, there is always more sophistication behind maturity. Zhou Yan's getting along with her is not as easy as when he was with Qin Feifei.

Halfway through the conversation, Ling Ying suddenly asked him, "Do you have any cigarettes?"

Zhou Yan was stunned.

Not because of the question itself, but because the one who asked this question was Ling Ying—Ling Ying who looked at such a good wife and loving mother...

Although Zhou Yan is not very disgusted with the argument of "I have tattoos, smoke, drink, and swear, but I am a good girl", but Ling Ying's contrast always makes people feel weird.Especially when Zhou Yan handed her the cigarette and the matchbox, the way she skillfully lit and exhaled was very depressed, and she was completely different from the way she spoke softly and softly just now.

Before Han Zheng came back, Ling Ying finished smoking the cigarette and opened the windows to let the smell go away.

She looked at Zhou Yan and said with a smile, "Han Zheng won't let me smoke. You have to keep it secret for me."

"Okay." Zhou Yan agreed, and then stretched out his hand to open the window a little wider.

When Han Zheng came back, he couldn't hold the dishes in his hand, Ling Ying took some of them, and Zhou Yan, a handicapped man, jokingly said, "Chef Han, are you going to make a Manchurian banquet?"

"Yeah." Han Zheng grinned, "Hongmen Banquet."

Ling Ying answered a call halfway, saying that the parents of the students had something to ask her and wanted to go out to let them eat first.

"Ling Ying now runs an early childhood education institution by herself. She used to be a kindergarten teacher, but then she had an accident, her face... was ruined, and she couldn't stay in the kindergarten anymore. Parents said that she always scares the children." Han Zheng shook his head helplessly. Laughing, "She used to be a gold medal teacher."

Zhou Yan was silent for a moment.

Han Zheng glanced at him and said, "This society is like this."

Zhou Yan still didn't speak.

Sometimes he would be inexplicably silent. Han Zheng always felt that Zhou Yan was a person with many things on his mind.Even on the surface, she always looks so heartless.

The two of them ate a table of food silently, without a word of nonsense, and Ling Ying didn't come until the meal was over.A piece of Zhou Yan's kitchen window was broken at some point, and a cold wind came in through that hole.

After Han Zheng washed the dishes in bitterly cold water, he was so cold that he couldn't feel it.

When he walked out of the kitchen to the living room, Zhou Yan threw him something.

Han Zheng immediately caught it: "This..."

He frowned - a Hello Kitty electric hot water bottle, with a strong rubber smell, but very warm, especially when it touched his cold palm, the whole body shivered.

Han Zheng warmed his hands after drying them for a while, and threw them back to Zhou Yan.Zhou Yan plugged the hot water bottle back in to charge.

"I'll come over tomorrow to help you connect the faucet to the water heater." Han Zheng said, "By the way, I'll mend the window glass."

Zhou Yan looked away from the boring variety show on TV, and turned to look at him: "What's wrong with the window?"

"Broken, leaking air."

"Oh." He turned his gaze back to the TV, and after a while, said, "No need."

This reflex arc is a bit long.Han Zheng was stunned, and asked him, "What did you say?"

Zhou Yan's tone was light: "I said, if the glass is broken, it will be broken. It's okay. I'm not a little girl. I'm not afraid of thieves. I'm not in danger."

Han Zheng frowned when he heard the words: "You have a good life..."

"I said no need." Zhou Yan's voice suddenly became a little louder, and when he interrupted him, he was very blunt, "There is still a faucet, and there is no need for a water heater."

At that moment, the air seemed to freeze.

After Zhou Yan finished speaking, he continued to watch the TV. Han Zheng's eyes focused on the ugly HelloKitty electric hot water bottle, watching it slowly inflate, like a pump that was pumped up.

After a long time, Han Zheng stood up.

Zhou Yan looked up at him: "Are you gone?"

"Well, it's getting late." His voice was a little nasal.

After Han Zheng walked for a long time, Zhou Yan went to the kitchen to pour hot water by himself, and was frozen by the wind blowing in through the hole in the window. He suddenly thought that the man might have caught a cold.