Thunder can't catch fire

The car drove round and round on the mountain road, and it was still a sunny afternoon when we went out. At this time, the way back was already covered with a thin layer of glow.

Han Zheng parked the car in front of his house and sat in the car for a while, without any desire to get out of the car.

Before he went to Zhou Yan's house this time, he had always had hopes and expectations, and even felt like a high school girl who had just fallen in love; at that moment, how could he have thought that the two would end up in a cold war.

Han Zheng groped towards the co-pilot and took out half a pack of cigarettes and a box of lighters.Zhou Yan has always wanted him to quit smoking with him. He has endured it for more than a month, and has always been strict with himself. At this time, he can finally indulge|indulge.

Han Zheng actually choked on the first breath he took after lighting it up, and it took him a long time to recover.

He sighed vaguely, then took out his phone, opened WeChat and looked at it.

There were two messages above, both from Qin Feifei, telling him that he was staying at Zhaozhao's house today and would not be coming back.

Zhou Yan's black and white grid profile picture was put on top by him, and the last sentence between them was written on it.Han Zheng said: I am ready to come out.

They are not very fond of text chatting, most of the time it is audio and video. Han Zheng flipped through the chat history roughly, and finished it in 10 minutes.

There is only one photo with Zhou Yan in his photo album, and it was taken by Zhou Yan with his cell phone. The camera shakes and is blurry.

In the photo, Han Zheng is drinking water, looking at the camera with a serious expression, but Zhou Yan is smiling happily, showing his white teeth.

Memories are actually so little.

He suddenly thought, if they broke up this time instead of simply quarreling, in fact, that's all that's left.Just like one or two dandelions, when the wind blows, they will be scattered without a trace.

I don't know how long he stayed in the car, until Ling Ying knocked on his car window, he came back from his wild thoughts.

Han Zheng lowered the car window, and Ling Ying asked him with a smile: "Why don't you go in? Could it be that you did something to make Grandpa angry?"

He was in a bad mood at the moment, and he was not in the mood to joke with her, so he managed to squeeze out a "smile" that could be called a "smile", and said perfunctorily, "I replied a message."

The two haven't seen each other for many days. The last time they met was an argument in the Qin family, and they never talked about it again. At this time, Han Zheng was a little embarrassed, but Ling Ying was still smiling like it never happened. , with a spring breeze on his face.

Han Zheng knew a long time ago that she was a woman with a frighteningly high EQ.This is one of the reasons why he fears her.

Ling Ying and Han Zheng walked home together, Han Zheng didn't say a word, Ling Ying joked: "Even if we don't get married, we are still friends, why don't we even say a word?"

Her tone seemed to be aimed at the students in her kindergarten class, Han Zheng stopped in his tracks, remained silent for a few seconds, looked into her eyes and said, "I'm sorry."

Ling Ying was stunned, and then stroked her hair unnaturally: "What is there to be sorry for? When we said we were going to get married, we discussed this possibility."

"Anyway, I brought it up first, so it should be my fault."

Han Zheng likes everything one size fits all. Ling Ying told Mr. Qin about him and Xie Chen back then, which directly led to their separation. Han Zheng might hate her for this for the rest of his life, but he would feel guilty about the divorce for the rest of his life. , compared with that, a simple "I'm sorry" is indeed insignificant.

This topic is sensitive and embarrassing, Ling Ying obviously didn't want to continue, and changed the topic in seconds: "You and Zhou Yan... are fine, right?"

Now it was Han Zheng's turn to be embarrassed, especially after they had just quarreled.His "very good" said it boldly, and I don't know if Ling Ying noticed the abnormality in his tone. She nodded and murmured as if talking to herself: "That's good... then good……"

The sunset glow reflected on her body, showing that she was extraordinarily gentle, but also seemed to have a hint of sadness.Han Zheng rubbed his eyes hard.

Maybe it was just dark and his eyes were blurred.

Ling Ying came here mainly to visit Mr. Qin.It was only after Han Zheng chatted with her that she and the old man hadn't met each other during this period of time.Mr. Qin was very depressed for a while, he didn't even say a word for the first few days, and he didn't see anyone.

Han Zheng felt uncomfortable after hearing those words.He often thinks he is a rational person, and when dealing with many things, he can see it from the aspect of "reason", but from the aspect of "emotion", he is always lacking.

Wang Po made a table of dishes, served them to Han Zheng, and only then remembered to tell her, "Feifei can't come back to eat." Wang Po was so angry that she went to the living room to call Qin Feifei, and Mr. Qin laughed so hard that his white beard trembled. While carefully observing Han Zheng's face, seeing that Han Zheng also showed a slight smile, he continued to smile with confidence.

As the old man got older, he liked to look at the faces of the younger generation more and more. He was afraid that something would offend them. Han Zheng felt sour and sad.

After taking the old man home from the hospital that day, the two of them didn't communicate much. Han Zheng treated him as usual, respectful and forceful, but without the occasional banter and jokes in the past.The old man also knew in his heart that that pimple would last forever.

After dinner, Ling Ying was as sensible as before to help Granny Wang clean up the dishes and wash dishes in the kitchen. Han Zheng also wanted to help, but Granny Wang couldn't help but drive him out, and winked at him cautiously: "Go outside to accompany your grandpa, I see that he is always numb recently."

Han Zheng frowned—why didn't he find anything?

Wang Po went on to say: "As people get older, the frequency of going to the hospital becomes higher and higher. Every time they go in, they are a little closer to the gate of hell. You young people, how do you know the feeling of being unable to do what you want?"

Han Zheng turned his head and looked at the living room.

The old man was wearing reading glasses and sat on the sofa with his back slightly bent. His sparse white beard trembled slightly with his lips that moved from time to time. His face was full of age spots and wrinkles, and he already looked old.

Han Zheng suddenly realized that he was already so old.

When he first came to live in the Qin family, he was still an old man with a very strong body who would often go to Taijiquan. He occasionally had a few white hairs, and he looked much younger than his peers.Before Qin Feifei and his parents died, the old man was such a happy and carefree old man.Later, when the white-haired man gave away the black-haired man, he was supposed to take care of his life, but unexpectedly he had to take over two hot potatoes.

Han Zheng's temples ached faintly.He nodded to Wang Po and walked out.

Mr. Qin was engrossed in watching Kunqu Opera, when he saw Han Zheng sitting next to him, he handed the remote control to him as if flattering him, squinted his eyes and said with a smile, "Look at you."

"It's okay, you watch yours." Han Zheng put the remote control aside, crossed his legs, and watched Kunqu opera with the old man.

In fact, he didn't understand what was going on at all. After watching for a while, he suddenly felt drowsy and yawned silently.Mr. Qin had always looked back at him restlessly, but at this moment he couldn't help but say, "If you're sleepy, go back to your room and sleep. Did you get up early in the morning today? It's been so long again Car, I'm tired."

Han Zheng was silent for a few seconds, then raised his eyelids wearily: "Do you know that I went to Zhou Yan's?"

"Feifei slipped the tongue." The old man sighed, "Actually, there is nothing to hide. I won't stop you, and I can't stop you."

Han Zheng frowned: "Grandpa..."

Mr. Qin lowered the volume of the TV a lot, coughed twice, and said in a hoarse voice: "Actually, I know in my heart that it was my fault that I drove Xie Chen away without telling you, and I will not deny it. But At the same time... hey, it may be that I am really too old, out of date, out of step with your times, whether you call me pedantic or old-fashioned, I still can't accept you and..." He couldn't continue, He lowered his head silently.

Han Zheng closed his eyes.

It wasn't until this moment that he suddenly realized that he was too selfish.

He has always placed himself in the superior position of a victim, forcing a traditional old man to unconditionally accept a fact that is contrary to his own cognition all the time, and he didn't even give him a little time and leeway.

Mr. Qin was wrong, he was not honest enough; but that's all.Xie Chen's death had nothing to do with him directly. Han Zheng had clearly met many people in his circle, and very few family members would unconditionally support their children on such a path.

But he selfishly and domineeringly asked an old man to accept such himself without any prejudice.

What his mother said was never wrong.Love knows no bounds.Because the old man never said: He likes men, so he doesn't deserve to enter this house again; he himself put himself in a quagmire, and refused to stretch out his hand to someone who was waiting to help him.

He wholeheartedly demands and longs for the so-called "understanding" and "tolerance" of his family, but he himself has not given them these emotions.

Wang Po said to him before: In the final analysis, your grandfather just wants to make your life smoother.

They haven't reached that era yet—their path is too difficult.

That night, before going to sleep, Han Zheng checked WeChat for the last time, but Zhou Yan still didn't send him any message.

He thought about it, and still tossed and turned after turning off the light.In the end, I finally couldn't help it, and sent a boring sentence in the past - "Are you asleep?"

Zhou Yan replied quickly, and the answer was quite speechless: "Fall asleep."

Han Zheng: "..." Childish!

Seeing that Han Zheng didn't come back, Zhou Yan couldn't bear it anymore, and sent an emoji of a villain drawing circles in the corner.

Han Zheng was thinking about how to answer, when he saw that expression, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, smiled, then turned on the light, and initiated a video request.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Yan actually refused!

With black lines on Han Zheng's face, he couldn't bear it and sent a word: "Grass!"

After waiting for a long half a minute, Zhou Yan sent a video request again.

Han Zheng pressed "Accept", then raised his eyebrows: "Are you sick?"

"I'm not sick." Zhou Yan was a little embarrassed, "I just got out of the shower and didn't have any clothes on. Now I put them on."

This is one of his bad habits, greedy for cold.Every time I take a shower, I hide directly in the air-conditioned room. I don’t wear any clothes, and I’m naked. The scene is quite beautiful.Han Zheng was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he wanted to talk about him every time, but after thinking about it, he couldn't see the scene where he was fresh out of the bath. Did he lose money soon?In the end, emotion seldom overcame reason, and lust|sensation blinded his heart, so he didn't mention it once.

Hearing him say that now, the scenes that were about to be mosaiced in his mind were played frame by frame, and his throat felt a little tight unconsciously.

Han Zheng tried his best to put on a normal and decent look: "You weren't shy in front of me before, but now you're still secretive in the video."

"I have a camera phobia. When I was a child, a TV station came to film our school's public classes, and other performances. As long as the camera was aimed at me, I would get nervous. If I got nervous, I would make a mistake."

Han Zheng wanted to laugh when he heard this, but he didn't expect his little boyfriend to be quite cute.

Zhou Yan looked at the smile on his lips, and said meanly, "Aren't you angry?"

"I'm not as stingy as you. You are the one who is angry. Like a pug with fried hair."

"All right, all right, I'm stingy." Zhou Yu's tone softened, and he returned to his usual docile look, "Do you mean that if I don't quarrel with you today, we can eat sweet and sour fish and lobster at night?"

Han Zheng sneered: "Not only that, get out of bed early."

Zhou Yan blushed immediately.

It's his fault...it's not good!

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I think it should be less than 25W words!