Thunder can't catch fire

In the evening after dinner, in the study, Mr. Qin stood in front of the window leaning on a cane, with his back to the door.He held a cigarette between his fingers, and the smoke slowly rose and coiled in the air.

Hearing the familiar footsteps, he turned his head slightly, and sure enough, he saw Wang Po walking in.

"Why are you smoking again? Your body..." Wang Po frowned and reached out to take the cigarette in his hand. Mr. Qin shook his head with a smile. Under the wrinkles on his face, the smile looked vicissitudes and revealed pain, " It won't be long before we smoke again."

Wang Po opened her mouth and was about to say something when she asked, "Did Feifei go home?"

"Just called her, she's on the way."

Han Zheng wasn't here for a while, Qin Feifei ran to Zhou Yan's place every three days, old master Qin was worried that Han Zheng was with Zhou Yan, he made an exception and didn't mention her, instead he always sniffed out her words.

What—what did Han Zheng cook today, the two of them bought an air conditioner, and they couldn't learn how to play werewolf killing Zhou Yan in the afternoon...

Mr. Qin just listened with a smile every time, without expressing any opinions.

Qin Feifei came back a bit late today, unkempt, and collapsed on the sofa as soon as he entered the door, pretending to be dead: "Tired...dead...I...dead..."

Wang Po squeezed beside her and squeezed her shoulder: "My aunt! What are you doing today? Why are you so tired?"

"Brother Zhou Yan and Han Zheng! It's so hot that I have to step on grapes and climb up and down. I'm so tanned and peeled off!" Qin Feifei raised his arms to show Wang Po, "Look! Look! Look! My skin is tender and my flesh is sunburned, it hurts me to death!"

Old Master Qin came out of the study at this time, and poured a cup of tea for her: "Ah Zheng is in good health?"

"It's been fine for a long time. His physique is like a cow!" Qin Feifei sat up, took a sip of tea, and muttered, "And brother Zhou Yan took good care of him!"

Wang Po looked at Old Master Qin, his expression didn't change much, and she said after a while, "I'll call Ah Zheng later and ask him to go home tomorrow."

Qin Feifei was taken aback: "What's the matter?"

"It's okay. I haven't seen him for more than a week. Grandpa and Wang Po miss him. Can you let him come back and have a meal together?"

Qin Feifei nodded, put on a playful smile, and helped Mr. Qin's shoulders: "Then grandpa... Shall I ask Brother Zhou Yan to come with me?"

Mr. Qin didn't call her back.

Qin Feifei stopped moving, turned his head to look at him strangely: "Can't you?"

"Okay." He was always at a loss what to do with this granddaughter.

Old Master Qin sighed, "Ask him to come with you."

The nature of this meal was no different from a Hongmen banquet. Han Zheng knew that this day was coming when he received Qin Feifei's excited call.Zhou Yan squeezed his hand, looked at him, with a faint smile on his face: "Are you afraid?"

"I'm afraid." Han Zheng held his hand firmly with his backhand, "I'm afraid you'll run away."

"Crazy." Zhou Yan bumped him with an elbow, "I'm not...Xie Chen."

Perhaps because he was afraid that Han Zheng would mind, he lowered his voice when he said "Xie Chen". Han Zheng smiled jokingly and shook his head helplessly: "Hey, it seems that some people are still jealous."

Unknowingly, they have lived here for more than ten days. During this period of time, the two of them did nothing.

Han Zheng jokingly concluded to Zhou Yan: "It turns out that being a useless person is addictive."

He never thought that the life he used to disdain would actually be so comfortable when he really lived it.

Perhaps it was because Zhou Yan was by his side.

That was the most extreme happiness that Han Zheng could think of at the moment.

Except for the day when they bought the air conditioner, the two of them didn't even go out by car. Now that Han Zheng sat in the driver's seat of the Land Rover again, he always felt that something was wrong.

He looked back at that house, which carried their short and carefree time. From here, the sky is always blue, the clouds are so high and far away, and the wind carries the smell of the fields...

Han Zheng was suddenly a little scared, if he never came back...

"Brother Zheng, are you reluctant?" Zhou Yan teased him, "Don't worry, even if you really can't have a showdown with the old man, it doesn't mean you have to fight a bad fight. You are an adult, can it be possible Can he keep you imprisoned at home? Everything can be discussed."

Zhou Yan's nonsense can't even comfort himself, it's meaningless to say it, it's more like comforting himself, Han Zheng looked at him with a smile, and finally nodded.

Zhou Yan used to feel that the road from his own home to Han Zheng's was very long, but this time, for some reason, it felt like it was just a matter of opening and closing his eyes and arriving in a short while.

Mr. Qin was always warm and courteous to him, Zhou Yan brought a basket of freshly picked grapes over, and Po Wang carried them into the kitchen with a smile on her face to wash them.Ling Ying and Ling Zhi were sitting in the living room playing games, and saw them greet each other; Qin Feifei was still bluffing.

Everything looks so harmonious.

—the apparent peace.

The meal was very rich, although Zhou Yan didn't eat much, he felt that he would definitely suffer from indigestion.The way Mr. Qin looked at them always made him feel something. Of course, it is very likely that he has a guilty conscience.

Zhou Yan has been staring at Han Zheng since the end of dinner, afraid that if he doesn't pay attention, he will be called by Mr. Qin, but he didn't notice, but the girl Qin Feifei meddled in the middle and asked him to go over and help her make models or something. After Zhou Yan finished tinkering with the model, Han Zheng had disappeared.

***

"What are you doing standing there? This is your own room." Mr. Qin pulled the chair in front of the desk and smiled faintly, "During the ten days you were away, your mother-in-law came to clean it every day, wipe the mat, ventilate and remove dust. This Before you know it, you have lived in this room for more than 20 years."

Han Zheng stood in front of the window, put his hands in his trouser pockets, looked at him, and then lowered his eyes: "Grandpa, did Ling Ying tell you? Our marriage..."

"I said it." Mr. Qin sat down first, put his hands on his knees and hammered the hammer, and sighed, "It must be because of Zhou Yan."

Han Zheng was taken aback suddenly, and raised his head in astonishment.

Yes, Ling Ying didn't need to help him conceal the truth, but before, it was she who suggested that if she could find a more acceptable reason, she should not tell Mr. Qin about it unless it was absolutely necessary.On the one hand, the old man is getting older, and I'm afraid he won't be able to accept it for a while; on the other hand, this shows that their original decision to get married was a deceitful act, which is really embarrassing.

Han Zheng's voice trembled slightly: "You know?"

"I'm too stupid. I thought that after Xie Chen's incident, your illness would be healed, and you could marry Xiaoying and have children, and live a peaceful life..."

Old Master Qin buried his face in his hands, his old voice choked in his throat.

Those words pierced his heart like thin needles. Han Zheng bit his lip hard, letting the sharp pain prove that he was not dreaming. He shrank his shoulders subconsciously: "You have Do you know?"

Old Master Qin raised his head again, with tears in his eyes: "Ah Zheng, turn around, grandpa is old and can't be with you for a few years. If I could stop Xie Chen at that time, I might still be able to risk my life now. Stop Zhou Yan, if you can, I'm leaving, if no one stops you, your life will be ruined!"

"Stop..." Han Zheng softly said that word, glanced at him, then suddenly raised his foot and kicked over the bedside table forcefully, "What did you say to him?!!!"

The huge sound echoed in the room. Ling Ying on the second floor heard the sound and pushed open the door suddenly. Looking at Han Zheng's scarlet eyes, he asked in panic, "What's going on?!"

Han Zheng didn't say a word, he was holding tightly to the edge of the closet behind him with one hand, gasping for breath, his chest heaving sharply.

Ling Ying looked back at Mr. Qin, who was silent for a few seconds, then said softly: "I have never regretted what happened back then. I will still do it today."

"Grandpa!" Ling Ying's voice sounded shrill, "Did you tell him?!"

Han Zheng walked up to her suddenly, looked at her, and said in a word: "What did you do to hide it from me back then?"

"It's none of Grandpa's business!"

"It has nothing to do with Xiaoying!"

The voices of Old Master Qin and Ling Ying sounded at the same time. After a moment of silence, Han Zheng suddenly smiled.

This scene is so fucking ironic.

Ling Ying stabilized her emotions, took a deep breath, and tried her best not to let the tears fall.

"Back then, I actually found out about you and Xie Chen a long time ago. I like Xie Chen, I'm selfish, and I can't accept you being together, so I secretly told grandpa, including what you planned to come out of the closet."

She paused, and Mr. Qin took the opportunity to continue the conversation: "I know you have a stubborn personality, and you have been like this since you were a child. Once you make a decision, it is difficult to turn back. So I went to talk to Xie Chen."

Han Zheng looked at him indifferently: "What did you say?"

"I told him that you must not be delayed. If your matter is made public, your future will be ruined. Later, he was with Xiaoying to make you give up."

So from beginning to end, he was the only one kept in the dark.

He spent so many lonely days alone, resenting Xie Chen, himself, and the world.

He used to be so scared that he felt that he was wrong and hurt Ling Ying and the grandfather who raised him since he was a child. He couldn't tell his hidden secrets, and it was hard to tell. He could only lie to others and himself through one lie after another.

But it turned out that they were the ones who controlled everything.He was like a marionette in their hands, performing a ridiculous puppet show on the stage, thinking he was the bright and proud protagonist under the spotlight.

Such irony...

He is like a clown.

"Grandpa is also doing it for your own good." Mr. Qin coughed, his voice getting hoarse, "A few days ago, your Uncle Zheng came over and said that you have a place to train and work at the Public Security University in the province. I think..."

"Grandpa." Han Zheng interrupted him suddenly, his eyes were light, "Did I make you feel ashamed?"

Mr. Qin opened his mouth: "I..."

He puffed out his chest and never spoke so boldly and resolutely: "Thank you and the Qin family for your kindness in nurturing you for so many years. But I am not sick, neither is Zhou Yan, nor is Xie Chen back then."

The moment he walked out of the room, tears rolled down Han Zheng's eyes.

What did he think of at this moment?

In fact, there is not much thought.

When he was young, he almost forgot about his parents, but Han Zheng still remembered a story his mother told about a little mouse and a kitten. They had the happiest home in the world.

He asked his mother why the cat and the mouse could be together.

At that time, his mother told him very gently: because love has no boundaries.

But it turns out that fairy tales are false after all.

All love, no matter how great it is, even if it seems vast like oceans and deserts, has an end.