a winter fire
Chapter 32
32
My ability to change the subject is also pretty good. One sentence made Zhou Hanzhang forget about asking me for money.
"I don't remember," he said.
"You remember, you just called my name."
He turned and walked away, ignoring me.
Only then did I notice that it was very late, it was dark outside, and it was still snowing.
"There seems to be a lot of snow this year." I stood by the window and looked out, only to find that the lonely tree in the yard was covered with thick snow, and several thinner branches were crushed.
Zhou Hanzhang didn't speak, but walked up to me.
"The snow in the mountains is just beautiful," I said, "but..."
I turned to look at Zhou Hanzhang: "Mr. Zhou, you live here alone, aren't you lonely?"
Zhou Hanzhang glanced at me and lit a cigarette.
"got used to."
Oh, get used to it.
The word "habit" seems to explain everything, but it cannot explain everything.
I'm used to it now, so what about the past?After all, there is a beginning. At the beginning, how did you endure loneliness?
I know that some people naturally like to be alone, especially for creative people like Zhou Hanzhang. Being alone is good for thinking and literary exploration. However, the disadvantages of being alone cannot be ignored, not just the emotion of "loneliness".
Being alone for too long, you become a person who is out of touch with the society. You don’t see people, chat, and get in touch with the complicated world. It’s easy to fall into a fantasy state in your creation. The content, whether it is characters, plots or even thoughts, will become suspended.
Of course, writers with profound skills may not be affected by this, but living a closed life all year round should not be a good thing for psychology and creation, right?
"What are you thinking about?"
It is rare that Zhou Hanzhang took the initiative to ask me questions.
"Mr. Zhou, can I ask you a question that may offend you a little?"
He took a sip between his cigarettes, looked at me and said, "Since it offends me, then don't ask."
"Why don't you find a lover to accompany you?" Although I always secretly complain about Zhou Hanzhang, it is undeniable that some people just like his style.
The precipitation of age and culture has given this man a mature and unique temperament, with ideals and feelings. Although he occasionally speaks poisonously and does not follow routines, he is actually gentle and kind in his bones. Otherwise, he would not be after I repeatedly betrayed Reach out to me.
For a moment I felt pretty mean.
"Lovers..."
When he was talking, a gust of wind blew past the window, and the wind blew the soot away. My eyes followed the soot, but in the end it was gone.
Zhou Hanzhang’s pensive look made me feel that he was thinking about someone, and I suddenly remembered the "Yong Lane" he mentioned. Is that book the secret between him and that person?
I am so flirtatious, I nudged him lightly with my elbow: "Mr. Zhou, who do you miss?"
I laughed out loud: "Is it your first love?"
Zhou Hanzhang glanced at me, then raised his hand and flicked my head.
He said, "I was wondering when will you pay back the money you owe me?"
"...When did I owe you money?" He was really desperate, and at the moment when he was quite careless and romantic, he immediately sent me back to the cruel world.
Zhou Hanzhang looked at me and laughed out loud, then pulled my hair casually: "It's very late, if you go home, hurry up, there will be a big snowstorm tonight."
I checked the time again, it was past ten o'clock, and I don't know if I can catch the last bus when I go down the mountain now.
"Teacher Zhou." I smiled obsequiously, "Do you want to eat supper?"
He extinguished his cigarette butt and glanced at me: "I don't have that habit."
"There is a barbecue downstairs in my house, which is very delicious."
"You want a treat?"
"Of course not!" I quickly explained, "I mean you can drive there to have a barbecue and drive me home."
Zhou Hanzhang sat on the chair and smiled: "Why am I so convenient?"
I walked over and helped him tidy up the desk—closed the notebook, put away the used pens, and screwed on the cap of the pen and water bottle. I said: "You have to go down the mountain from time to time, and you are always bored here alone. It affects both the body and the mind!"
"I'm not alone," he leaned over to look at me, "Who told you I live alone?"
I was taken aback, and I was a little surprised. Could it be that Zhou Hanzhang fell in love behind my back?
"Who else is there?" I asked, "Master?"
Zhou Hanzhang looked at me and smiled, he smiled a little... cunningly, this kind of smile didn't fit his personality and temperament.
After a few seconds, I knew why he had such a smile, because he said: "There are still ghosts, the whole room is full, and it is very lively."
作者有话要说:感谢在2020-11-1907:45:02~2020-11-2007:09:20期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 344990641;
Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 chubby;
Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: moonuna_chen 2; Cangji’s Xiaojinglin, Jing Jiang, Congee Chang’an, Yuzu Soda, Luo Xun, Boss Xi’s Dogleg, and Louwailou 1;
感谢灌溉营养液的小天使:陈姐姐的大大大长腿38瓶;迷途10瓶;井中猫5瓶;不着四六2瓶;汐老板的狗腿子、未经允许、luoyi不觉1瓶;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
My ability to change the subject is also pretty good. One sentence made Zhou Hanzhang forget about asking me for money.
"I don't remember," he said.
"You remember, you just called my name."
He turned and walked away, ignoring me.
Only then did I notice that it was very late, it was dark outside, and it was still snowing.
"There seems to be a lot of snow this year." I stood by the window and looked out, only to find that the lonely tree in the yard was covered with thick snow, and several thinner branches were crushed.
Zhou Hanzhang didn't speak, but walked up to me.
"The snow in the mountains is just beautiful," I said, "but..."
I turned to look at Zhou Hanzhang: "Mr. Zhou, you live here alone, aren't you lonely?"
Zhou Hanzhang glanced at me and lit a cigarette.
"got used to."
Oh, get used to it.
The word "habit" seems to explain everything, but it cannot explain everything.
I'm used to it now, so what about the past?After all, there is a beginning. At the beginning, how did you endure loneliness?
I know that some people naturally like to be alone, especially for creative people like Zhou Hanzhang. Being alone is good for thinking and literary exploration. However, the disadvantages of being alone cannot be ignored, not just the emotion of "loneliness".
Being alone for too long, you become a person who is out of touch with the society. You don’t see people, chat, and get in touch with the complicated world. It’s easy to fall into a fantasy state in your creation. The content, whether it is characters, plots or even thoughts, will become suspended.
Of course, writers with profound skills may not be affected by this, but living a closed life all year round should not be a good thing for psychology and creation, right?
"What are you thinking about?"
It is rare that Zhou Hanzhang took the initiative to ask me questions.
"Mr. Zhou, can I ask you a question that may offend you a little?"
He took a sip between his cigarettes, looked at me and said, "Since it offends me, then don't ask."
"Why don't you find a lover to accompany you?" Although I always secretly complain about Zhou Hanzhang, it is undeniable that some people just like his style.
The precipitation of age and culture has given this man a mature and unique temperament, with ideals and feelings. Although he occasionally speaks poisonously and does not follow routines, he is actually gentle and kind in his bones. Otherwise, he would not be after I repeatedly betrayed Reach out to me.
For a moment I felt pretty mean.
"Lovers..."
When he was talking, a gust of wind blew past the window, and the wind blew the soot away. My eyes followed the soot, but in the end it was gone.
Zhou Hanzhang’s pensive look made me feel that he was thinking about someone, and I suddenly remembered the "Yong Lane" he mentioned. Is that book the secret between him and that person?
I am so flirtatious, I nudged him lightly with my elbow: "Mr. Zhou, who do you miss?"
I laughed out loud: "Is it your first love?"
Zhou Hanzhang glanced at me, then raised his hand and flicked my head.
He said, "I was wondering when will you pay back the money you owe me?"
"...When did I owe you money?" He was really desperate, and at the moment when he was quite careless and romantic, he immediately sent me back to the cruel world.
Zhou Hanzhang looked at me and laughed out loud, then pulled my hair casually: "It's very late, if you go home, hurry up, there will be a big snowstorm tonight."
I checked the time again, it was past ten o'clock, and I don't know if I can catch the last bus when I go down the mountain now.
"Teacher Zhou." I smiled obsequiously, "Do you want to eat supper?"
He extinguished his cigarette butt and glanced at me: "I don't have that habit."
"There is a barbecue downstairs in my house, which is very delicious."
"You want a treat?"
"Of course not!" I quickly explained, "I mean you can drive there to have a barbecue and drive me home."
Zhou Hanzhang sat on the chair and smiled: "Why am I so convenient?"
I walked over and helped him tidy up the desk—closed the notebook, put away the used pens, and screwed on the cap of the pen and water bottle. I said: "You have to go down the mountain from time to time, and you are always bored here alone. It affects both the body and the mind!"
"I'm not alone," he leaned over to look at me, "Who told you I live alone?"
I was taken aback, and I was a little surprised. Could it be that Zhou Hanzhang fell in love behind my back?
"Who else is there?" I asked, "Master?"
Zhou Hanzhang looked at me and smiled, he smiled a little... cunningly, this kind of smile didn't fit his personality and temperament.
After a few seconds, I knew why he had such a smile, because he said: "There are still ghosts, the whole room is full, and it is very lively."
作者有话要说:感谢在2020-11-1907:45:02~2020-11-2007:09:20期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 344990641;
Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 chubby;
Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: moonuna_chen 2; Cangji’s Xiaojinglin, Jing Jiang, Congee Chang’an, Yuzu Soda, Luo Xun, Boss Xi’s Dogleg, and Louwailou 1;
感谢灌溉营养液的小天使:陈姐姐的大大大长腿38瓶;迷途10瓶;井中猫5瓶;不着四六2瓶;汐老板的狗腿子、未经允许、luoyi不觉1瓶;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
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