Flash marriage does not end well

The originally dark sky in the afternoon gradually cleared up, and the sun showed a kind of brightness that was not like winter.

Special assistant Qin's driving skills are very good, equivalent to half a full-time driver, and the car drove smoothly on the empty suburban roads. Wen Zhihan sat in the co-pilot and looked at his phone for a while, and gradually fell asleep.

But after all, sleeping in the car will not be very comfortable.

More than half an hour later, Wen Zhihan suddenly woke up from the dream, his eyes turned white, and his forehead and temples were tense and painful.Assistant Qin noticed, pulled over immediately and stopped the car, took out a bottle of water and handed it over.

"Mr. Wen, are you dreaming?"

Wen Zhihan endured the headache and took the water, took a sip, and replied in a deep voice.

He was dreaming, dreaming of the scene of his mother Han Jing lying on the hospital bed as white as paper before she died, as if trapped in a huge maze of mirrors, each side is a reflection of that scene from every angle, escape and escape not drop.

After Wen Hanlin passed away, this was the first time he spent a long time thinking about Han Jing.

Han Jing is a beautiful woman. Wen Zhihan knew from an early age that his mother was the most beautiful among all the aunts of the same generation, and she could draw, with a spotless demeanor.At first, he just thought that the beauty was innate, but he gradually realized that it was because she was really young.

Father Wen Hanlin is 17 years older than Han Jing. Although his father does not look old, there is still a gap when standing together.

He goes to school, and the teacher teaches idioms.Respect each other as guests, describe the relationship between husband and wife is harmonious, treat each other as respectful as guests.A classmate who loves to make trouble yelled and asked why husbands and wives should be like guests. Aren’t husbands and wives just like husbands and wives, which caused a roar of laughter.

After class, someone came up to him and said, Wen Zhihan, your parents seem to be very respectful to each other. They were chased and beaten twice by the deskmate who had a crush on him, and when the deskmate came back angrily said to him , Wen Zhihan, your father is the president of the group and your mother is a painter, they are just jealous of you.

Wen Zhihan smiled at her, but he knew very well in his heart that they were two different things.

Han Jing and Wen Hanlin spent very little time together. Wen Hanlin was just out of the system in the past few years and was busy with company affairs, so he rarely went home. avoid.

Even because of this, the two of them never celebrated his birthday together.

When he grew up a bit, Wen Zhihan accidentally learned the reason why Han Jing married Wen Hanlin from his elderly uncle.

Han Jing's parents passed away one after another since she was young, and she was brought up by her uncle. Her uncle worked in the municipal department, and his level was not high enough to make ends meet. He was very kind to Han Jing and even paid for her to learn painting.

Uncle has a restrained personality, no one cares about him in the department, and sometimes he is angry with colleagues and leaders.

It happened that Wen Hanlin came to City B to do a project that year. Originally, a lot of places fought fiercely to get him to settle down, and several leaders of City B were also very hospitable.Wen Hanlin met Han Jing who came to look for his uncle in the municipal office, and he glanced at Wan Nian.The people in the company saw that it was good or bad, and secretly put pressure on Uncle Han Jing.

Originally, my uncle didn't tell Han Jing about it. After all, the niece I brought up by myself at that time hadn't even finished the college entrance examination. Although Wen Hanlin was very talented, he was too much older than her.

Later, seeing that the pressure was ineffective, he was ruthlessly accused of committing a mistake. Wen Hanlin took the initiative to solve the problem. Those people would only get angry and bully their uncle even more, so they chose to marry Wen Hanlin.

Because of this, Han Jing gave up the top art colleges in other provinces when filling out the application form that year, and stayed in City B to study at a university.

Although Wen Hanlin was very kind to Han Jing, one year later, Han Jing retired from school and stayed in school after graduating from university. Some jealous people secretly scolded her for greed for fame and fortune, vanity, unfair competition and so on.The age gap between Han Jing and Wen Hanlin was too big, they had no relationship basis and no common topics, and they were troubled by rumors, so they could only devote themselves to teaching and painting, so many years passed by indifferently.

Wen Zhihan recalled that Han Jing held his hand at the last moment, and said his name over and over again, with a wry smile on his face, until his voice became weak and hoarse, and the words in his mouth became, "He doesn't know Me, I don't want to know him either," and then his wrist completely drooped down.

Wen Zhihan froze in place, feeling that there was no sound around him, as if he was in an ice cave.

He used to think that his name was the last trace he could find, and there was still a trace of warmth between his parents.

In the evening, Lin Qian went to a restaurant near the hospital to pack two servings of porridge and pan-fried buns. It had been sunny all afternoon and suddenly the sky changed again. A strong wind blew up. Lin Qian had dinner in his arms and a down hat The drawstring was pulled as tight as possible to cover his head, and he was staggered by the wind, and he almost walked back with strides all the way.

Wen Yang stayed in the ward and read a book. He is already well and has no sequelae. He has been in the hospital for almost a week. His hair has grown long, and his broken bangs partially cover his eyes. Looks like a little girl.

Lin Qian came back with great difficulty, put the packed food on the table of the hospital bed, and hurriedly closed the window that was bang bang.

"Father, what shall we eat?"

Lin Qian turned around and said, "Vegetable porridge, served with fried buns."

"Ah..." Wen Yang was obviously disappointed, "I've been drinking vegetable porridge for a week."

"Then what do you want to eat?"

Wen Yang thought for a while, and replied firmly: "Boiled beef."

"..."

Lin Qian had already sat by the bed and was removing the lid of the porridge box. After listening to Wen Yang's appeal, she moved her hand down and patted his lower abdomen through the quilt.

"What kind of boiled beef, Wen Yang, here you have a scar the size of a bowl, not a mosquito bag the size of a bowl, so be sober."

"……Oh."

Wen Yang gave up struggling, sat up a little bit forward, and obediently ate the pan-fried buns.

Lin Qian was stirring the porridge for him with disposable chopsticks, and said while stirring, "When you are well, call Uncle Han Dong, and let's go to a Sichuan restaurant to have a big meal."

Wen Yang had obviously been painted countless cakes, and now he was extremely calm. Seeing that he had little reaction, Lin Qian added: "Tomorrow is your birthday, and now you still have to eat something light, so we won't go out to eat—but Dad bought you a super cool birthday present, and I promise that the little fat guy in your school will cry after you when he sees it."

Wen Yang didn't raise his head: "Is it the passenger-cargo compatible airplane Lego?"

"..."

Lin Qian's hand stirring the porridge couldn't help but pause, and his voice trembled, "How do you know?"

"Sister Xiaowei came in and told me when you went out just now." Wen Yang said slowly, "She said that you were afraid that I would find out, and you forced to hide the gift in the cabinet of Dr. Wei's office, but she saw it, so She came and told me right away."

"..."

Lin Qian was dazed for a few seconds, finally smiled a few times, and forced himself to say: "It's okay, the greatest joy of Lego is to put it together with your own hands, isn't it? Look how big the box is, it seems to have hundreds of pieces, enough for you to play with." It's been a few days, hasn't it..."

Wen Yang pursed his lips, stared at him, quietly drank two mouthfuls of the porridge delivered by Lin Qian, and after hesitating for a while, he said, "Dad, once my classmate brought Lego to school to play, he spelled roses and I spelled roses." Sunflowers, when he only put together half of the first one, I have already put together two sunflowers."

"..."

"I don't think it's actually that difficult."

"..."

"The airliner should not take a few days."

"..."

Lin Qian stopped moving again, then raised his hands, rubbed his scalp with his fingers for a while, and finally tilted his body back, facing Wen Yang.

"Wen Yang, nine years old."

He stretched out his hand to cover Wen Yang's hair, speaking earnestly.

"It's time to learn to give Dad a little face."

Wen Yang understood in seconds, wiped his mouth quickly, and clapped his hands with sincere eyes.

"Dad is the best, dad is the best, dad loves me the most."

"Okay, let's eat."

Wen Yang obediently continued to pick up the spoon and drink the porridge. Halfway through the drink, he suddenly seemed to think of something, raised his head and asked, "Dad, will it be just you and Uncle Han Dong for my birthday tomorrow?"

"...Who else do you want to come over?" Lin Qian squinted at him, "Anyway, your uncle can't do it."

"Why?"

"Your uncle has a lot of things to do every day." Lin Qian held a spoon and sneered inexplicably, "In the morning, you have to care about the international situation, in the afternoon, you have to make suggestions for grain and oil safety, and in the evening, you have to go to the nursing home to do charity and have dinner with the old grandma. How can the world go on without him? Woolen cloth?"

Wen Yang was stunned for a while, and finally could only nod.

"Oh……"