Thunder can't catch fire

Counting it, this is Zhou Yan's second time driving Han Zheng's Land Rover. It's true that he is familiar with the road without shaking his feet.Zhou Yan felt that his mentality was really good. He used to drive a van worth tens of thousands of dollars, now a Land Rover worth more than 100 million, and Ding Yizhao a Ferrari worth millions. Didn't even change the engine.

Han Zheng was sitting in the co-pilot. He was wearing sunglasses and closed his eyes. He put down half of his sunglasses when he heard this, and turned his head to laugh at him: "How can you drive if you don't? You have the ability to drive to the sky."

"Farewell." The corners of Zhou Yan's mouth twitched, and he gave him a sideways glance, "I'm afraid I'll kick the accelerator and send you to heaven with me."

It took an hour and a half to drive from the hospital to Zhou Yan's house, the afternoon sun was very dazzling, shining on the skin through the car window, it was scorching and stinging.After driving for a while, Han Zheng took off the sunglasses, took advantage of the pause of a traffic light, and helped Zhou Yan put them on sideways.

"It's the second time I've borrowed your sunglasses. It's just three things." Han Zheng paused and said, "I'll give it to you."

Zhou Yan was stunned: "You don't get paid for nothing, brother Zheng." And this brand of sunglasses...Ding Yizhao also has it, he knows it, it's precious.

"It's your wages." Han Zheng smiled and reached out to touch his head, "Next, wash and cook for me, little wife."

"Get out!" At this time, the green light just turned on, Zhou Yan glanced at him, and stepped on the accelerator.

It was almost two o'clock when we arrived at Zhou Yan's house, and the two of them hadn't had lunch yet.Zhou Yan parked the car in the yard in front of his house, then opened the door and got out of the car, helping the old man Han Zheng down.

Zhou Yan was picking out the keys, and Han Zheng looked down at the piece of paper pasted on the door before Zhou Yan left. It had been soaked in rainwater and more than half of it was rotten, and he could vaguely make out the crooked words before—"Closed for five days" , if you look carefully, you can see that there is another line of small characters below, written with a thin red pen.

——"The shopkeeper is mentally retarded!"

Han Zheng laughed so hard that his wounds ached, he hooked Zhou Yan's neck and called him, "The mentally handicapped shopkeeper."

Zhou Yan angrily tore off the piece of paper, crumpled it into a ball and projected it into a broken bamboo basket at the gate from a distance: "Smile."

Han Zheng raised his eyebrows: "Who wrote it?"

"The little brats in the village don't know how the family is managed. They come to me every day to make trouble..." Zhou Yan suddenly thought of something in the middle of speaking, and hurried to a small field behind the yard.

"I | hastily hastily!!!"

Although he had already guessed that there would be no crops in the broken fields, those little bastards were too cruel, and even pulled out the roots of the vegetables!

Zhou Yan returned to the house, sat down on the dusty recliner a little discouraged, and Han Zheng next to him coughed.

"The dishes are gone, and I wanted to cook for you."

"Didn't Xiaozhen's mother give you a basket of grass eggs? Let's make egg fried rice." Han Zheng kicked him lightly, frowning, "It's all dust, go clean up. I'll cook."

Zhou Yan looked at him and hesitated: "Can you do it?"

"You are a man yourself, how can you ask a man such a thing." Han Zheng "tsk tsk" and sighed, "So you think I can't do it."

Zhou Yan: "..."

Can you just drive in a hurry? !Chi Guoguo's teasing|playing with good women and men!

A few days before they left, Han Zheng entrusted Da Peng to make an appointment with a psychiatrist for regular treatment. Xiao Zhen's mother was reluctant to part with Zhou Yan, and had nothing to give him, so she forced Zhou Yan with the straw eggs brought by her relatives in her hometown a while ago. .Han Zheng put them one by one into the refrigerator, and threw away all the hard food in the refrigerator that could kill people.

He hadn't observed Zhou Yan's kitchen carefully before, and now he was going to start working, and he couldn't find this one, and he couldn't find that one, and from time to time he yelled at Zhou Yan who was mopping the floor and cleaning the glass upstairs, and the echo echoed throughout. The whole mansion.

It was a bit noisy and inconvenient, but he felt very warm, and the feeling that that person was within reach gave him a great sense of security.

Han Zheng cooked a pot of fried rice with eggs, and cooked a large bowl of pickled mustard and seaweed soup with leftover ingredients in the refrigerator. It looked a bit shabby, but it tasted delicious, especially now that he was hungry, it was all thanks to him for not finishing a bowl first. Tolerate.

The temperature in the kitchen was very high, and the thin black vest Han Zheng was wearing was all wet, and fine sweat continued to emerge from his forehead.When the rice was halfway out of the pot, an equally warm body suddenly stuck behind him.

Zhou Yan put his arms around his waist, and pressed his face against his back.

Han Zheng's Adam's apple moved, and the movement of his hands stopped, then he put down the spatula, and tilted his head slightly: "It's hot."

"Well, I'm hot too." He rubbed his nose against Han Zheng's skin and muttered dissatisfiedly, "Why are you so fucking tall..."

Hearing this, Han Zheng held back his smile and let go of his arms around his waist, turned around and kissed his nose, his eyes were full of smiles: "Brother didn't lie to you, it's really hot, and there's still a sweat acid."

Zhou Yan, who was disgusted by the first time he took the initiative to post it, walked out of the kitchen "very unhappy". When Han Zheng finished cleaning the pot and took the dishes and chopsticks out to sit down, Zhou Yan had already showered and went downstairs.

Changed into a pair of white T-shorts, he looked refreshed and full of energy. Not only did he not smell of sweat, but he also smelled of body wash and shampoo.

Zhou Yan glanced at Han Zheng provocatively, and shook his head while filling himself with soup: "You should also take a bath, it smells like rotten cucumber."

Han Zheng: "..."

Zhou Yan washed the dishes after the meal, and Han Zheng was urged to take a bath by him. When Zhou Yan was nowhere to be seen after washing, Han Zheng went straight to Zhou Yan's room while wiping his wet hair.

The door of Zhou Yan's room was wide open. He was shirtless, sitting on the floor with a handle in his hand, staring at the TV screen with a ferocious expression.

——It seems that the battle is quite intense.

Han Zheng walked over in front of the TV, Zhou Yan frowned, and shouted nervously: "Don't block it, don't block it... I'll do it!" He threw down the handle and screamed, "I'm dead."

Han Zheng sat on his bed and kicked his naked back: "Is there no air conditioner?"

"No." Zhou Yan turned to look at him, "Are you hot? I'm hot too, and I'm sweating again. The shower was wasted."

Han Zheng pulled his collar back with both hands. It took two seconds to take off his T-shirt, revealing his muscular upper body. He sat in front of the soot-blowing shaking head fan to cool off for a while, and said hesitantly, "I'll buy it tomorrow." Air conditioner. Let's go together."

"Okay." Zhou Yan answered unexpectedly frankly, while reaching out his hand dishonestly to touch Han Zheng's abdominal muscles, he laughed heartily, "Hey Brother Zheng, you really look like you want to grow old with me forever .”

His smile was a bit ruffian, but his eyes were unexpectedly sincere and full.

Han Zheng also looked at him, a drop of water from his hair fell on the tip of his nose, and then was blown by the wind to an unknown corner.

This atmosphere should really do something.

It's just too hot, so hot that people have no desire|desire.

Zhou Yan called Maomao and asked him to run errands to buy two popsicles. After the two finished playing a game, Maomao just arrived.

Maomao didn't seem surprised when he saw that both of them were topless, but when he saw Han Zheng's x-pack abs began to glow red, he felt envious and jealous, and wanted to touch it.

Zhou Yan patted him on the head, and then said to Han Zheng, "This kid's lifelong dream is to become a muscular man."

Han Zheng looked at Maomao's small body, and found that he was not as good as Zhou Yan. He laughed twice, but didn't say a word.

Maomao asked Zhou Yan a lot of questions such as "Why did you come home so late", "Is there nothing wrong with going to the city", "What's the situation with Han Zheng", and Zhou Yan didn't agree with him. After talking about it for a long time, Mao Mao finally slapped her thigh and said, "Come to my house for dinner tonight! My mother said that I haven't seen you for a long time!"

Han Zheng glanced at Zhou Yan, and Zhou Yan interpreted that look, saying: Teacher killer? ? ?

Zhou Yan pointed at Han Zheng: "It's not convenient."

"What's the inconvenience? Which one of us is with whom! My mother treats you better than me!" Maomao said to Han Zheng innocently, "Brother Zheng, my mother's roasted chicken with chestnuts is delicious. ! You must try it!"

Han Zheng said "Oh", and then asked a very serious question.

—— "Does your house have air conditioning?"

Maomao’s house is 100 meters away from Zhou Yan’s house. It’s a very delicate country house with three floors. It’s neat and tidy. As soon as you enter the door, a big dog on an iron chain barks at Han Zheng, and Maomao roars, “Good boy! ", the dog miraculously stopped barking, and continued to sleep on its stomach with its head drooping.

Zhou Yan laughed loudly and said, "Your family is still a fool."

There are four members of Mao Mao's family, father, mother, Mao Mao, and an unknown breed of native dog named Guaiguai.Maomao's father's surname is Mao, and his mother's surname also happens to be Mao, so Maomao is really not a nickname, on the contrary, it is a famous name.

Mao's father and Mao's mother were very enthusiastic, and they prepared a table of dishes, and the beer and drinks were not left behind.Sitting in the air-conditioned dining room, Han Zheng felt like he was finally alive.

Mao's father was also a soldier when he was young, and he pulled Han Zheng to tell a lot about his past. Zhou Yan, Mao Mao, and Mao's mother were used to hearing this cliché, and the expressions on their faces were very helpless. Han Zheng listened very well. Seriously, answer a sentence or two from time to time, without perfunctory.

"It would be great if our Mao Mao could be as successful as Professor Han." Mao's father drank too much and started talking nonsense, "Hey, our Mao Mao is stupid and can't get into college. Now we will do this later, and later After doing that, I don’t know what to do in the future. My mother and I are getting old quickly..."

The tone was quite helpless, Mao Mao on the opposite side hung his head, showing no expression.Han Zheng opened his mouth, looked at Zhou Yan, but couldn't say anything.

On the way back after dinner, Han Zheng and Zhou Yan said, "Maomao's family looks very happy."

Zhou Yan made a random "hmm" and kicked a stone under his feet, looking mentally handicapped.

Han Zheng hesitated for a moment and asked, "Do they know that you used to..."

"Been in prison?" Zhou Yan finally gave up the little stone that was kicked somewhere, looked up at him, and said calmly, "I know."

Han Zheng's footsteps slowed down.

Zhou Yan said with a smile: "Everyone in our village knows it. Don't look at this place as backward and closed. No one in the village has been admitted to college, but here is human relations. Many people in the village watched me grow up. There are many things. , the big guy has a clear mind. Do you know why I like to stay here? It is tolerant enough here, no one looks at me strangely, even if there is a lump in my heart, it will not show it. I am in the city, looking for There is no such tolerance.”

After he finished speaking, he suddenly added a sentence as if joking: "But I dare not let them know that I like men. Otherwise, I will be expelled by the whole village as a monster."

He laughed like he had no burden at all. At such a time, Han Zheng seemed to have to smile to go along with him, but Han Zheng's smile collapsed at the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't come out no matter what.