Flash marriage does not end well

Lin Qian looked at Wen Yang from the side, he involuntarily pursed his lips after saying these three sentences, and waited for Wen Zhihan's answer with all his attention.

Looking further down, his knees were also slightly bent, maintaining an uncomfortable position, but he remained motionless, as if he was afraid of making unnecessary noises.

Even though he has met many times and received so many gifts, he is still not very sure that he will not be rejected.

And Wen Zhihan seemed to have raised his head just now, the back of his head touched the car seat, he was stunned for two seconds, and when he looked sideways, he met Lin Qian's sharp and fierce eyes.

It seems to say "If you dare to refuse, you are finished."

Wen Zhihan couldn't help laughing.

Putting his fingers on the car door, he nodded comfortably, and answered with the corner of his mouth curled up: "Okay."

With a smile on his face, Special Assistant Qin said at the right time: "Then I will come back to pick you up later."

Wen Yang on the side heaved a sigh of relief, subconsciously looked back at Lin Qian, his eyes sparkling, and then briskly got off the car.

Lin Qianjia is an old community, on the fifth floor, without an elevator.The corridor is fairly clean, but relatively narrow.Lin Qian led Wen Yang and walked in front side by side, while Wen Zhihan quietly followed behind, looking at the surrounding environment.

After entering the door, Lin Qian put down his things and went into the kitchen. The rich aroma of bone broth wafted out from inside. Wen Zhihan stood in the living room and turned left and right twice, looking over all the furnishings.

The area is small, there are not many things, the sense of life is strong, and there are traces of tidying up.The large open bag of bread is held in an orange plastic clip, the hoarded paper towels are neatly arranged at the bottom of the shelf, and the shoe cabinet is filled with fresheners and long-handled scissors for unpacking express delivery. tool.

He had a very strange feeling.

In my impression, Lin Qian seems to always be a child. The sundries and paint trays at the feet of the school studio are always the most casual ones. After marriage, there are aunts at home who clean up every day, but there will always be more on the bedroom table. Inexplicable gadgets.

Just as he was thinking, he took a random step, but accidentally kicked something over, and fell to the ground with a crash.

—Three or five Coke cans.

"..."

Forget it, well-organized adults should be just an illusion.

Taking advantage of the buzzing sound of the range hood in the kitchen, he put back the empty coke cans, and when he looked up again, he saw the well-wiped locker in the living room, which contained a lot of Wen Yang's awards and trophies .

It looks like it should be a well-arranged display cabinet.

He looked along, and there was an unknown box of paint next to the trophy, so he couldn't help squinting his eyes.

He didn't have much research on pigments, but judging from the packaging, it shouldn't be a good brand.

Wen Zhihan looked back at the box of paints that he brought back from City C and bought at a huge price. Lin Qian casually put it on the sofa when he just entered the door.

……

Forget it.

"Uncle?"

Wen Yang's voice suddenly sounded from behind. He stuck to his bedroom door and looked up.

"Can you come here?"

Wen Zhihan stepped forward slowly, followed Wen Yang into the room.

His small bedroom is about eight or nine square meters, with warm colors and a large desk, and all the birthday presents he received in the hospital before are piled up beside the table.

"Uncle, thank you for giving me these gifts." Wen Yang stretched out one hand and scratched his head, but kept the other hand behind his back, "My father said that I can keep it at ease, but I'm still a little embarrassed—— This, this I will send back to you."

The hand behind his back was raised, and in the palm of his hand was a small and delicate wooden pendant, which was still wearing red thread.

"My father said that this thing is very precious. It is made of a tree that my grandfather planted himself. I have nothing else to give back to you. You take this first. When I grow up, I will remember you."

Wen Zhihan froze in place, his eyes fixed on the wooden pendant for a long time.He recognized at a glance that the pattern on this pendant was on the frame that Lin Qian used to mount the wedding photo when he got married.

Some memories that had been buried for a long time flooded in. After a while, he rolled his Adam's apple twice, took the pendant from Wen Yang, and patted his head extremely gently.

Lin Qian added an extra dish of scrambled eggs on top of the original two dishes and one soup, managed to arrange the dining table in a decent manner, and then called the big one and the young one out for dinner.

Wen Zhihan eats very well, whether it is a big meal or a home-cooked meal, he eats it slowly, and he doesn't seem to like it.Sitting opposite him, Lin Qian glanced at Wen Yang intentionally or unintentionally after serving the dishes, her heart beating quietly.

His face didn't change, and he didn't speak.

He couldn't help but wonder if the dishes he made were too ordinary, so he tasted a few more.

It is no exaggeration to say that it has already performed supernormally.He curled his mouth a little unconvinced, but also embarrassed in front of Wen Yang, thought about it for a while, took out his phone and sent a WeChat message.

[Unappetizing? ]

Wen Zhihan looked up after reading the wechat, met Lin Qian with a raised eyebrow expression, pulled out of his absent-minded state, smiled slightly, and picked a chopstick dish for Wen Yang.

"Wen Yang, eat more, your father's cooking is delicious."

After a while, WeChat lights up again.

[That's about the same. ]

Lin Qian's mood obviously improved, and he chatted with Wen Yang about what happened in school as usual.

"What, that little fat man has come to trouble you again?"

"What's fake? He's the one! Can your uncle buy fake ones? It's true that he's unreasonable!"

"Why don't you go find your Uncle Han Dong? What are you afraid of? The sky is high and the emperor is far away. At worst, I will ask your Uncle Han Dong to change jobs. I'm so mad. Don't bring the younger one to the activity class next week, just bring the biggest one. You can't move Dad to help you to the classroom, that little fat man will be mad at you..."

"Oh, there will be no activity class for the final exam next week... It's okay, next semester! Dad will help you send it to the classroom next semester!"

Wen Yang was so teased that he laughed, his eyes were crooked, and after a while he seemed to think of something, looked up at Lin Qian, hesitated for a moment, and opened his mouth anyway.

"Dad, we have an aerospace winter camp during the winter vacation. There is one place for each class. Today, my teacher asked me to let me go for a total of seven days, but no accommodation is provided, and I need to go back and forth. I heard that it is quite far away. Should I still go?" ?”

After hearing this, Lin Qian put down his chopsticks, asked for the address, and immediately became entangled.

Each class has one quota, which means that it is a good winter camp, and Wenyang also wants to go, but the traffic problem is more troublesome.Han Dong had to go back to his hometown during the winter vacation, so he couldn't help.

When he was in a dilemma, Wen Zhihan who was opposite him suddenly called him.

"Lin Qian?"

"Ok?"

Wen Zhihan tapped his fingers lightly on the table, pursed his lips and cleared his throat, trying not to look so deliberate.

"...Actually, this address is very close to my home. If it is difficult for Wenyang to go back and forth, you can come to my house for a short stay during the winter vacation. Of course, if you are worried, you can come and stay together for a few days. I will let the aunt at home clean up the room come out, or..."

He paused, picked up the cup in hand and took a sip of water.

"Do you want to spend a new year with me?"

The surroundings were silent for a few seconds, Wen Yang sat in the middle, closed his mouth and carefully glanced back and forth at the two adults on the left and right, feeling that the atmosphere was very delicate.

But he was very happy to be close to this uncle in his heart, so he focused all his attention on his father, expecting him to nod in agreement.

After a while, Lin Qian picked up the cup calmly and took a sip of water, and replied, "Can't you just lend me Qin Tezhu?"

"Special assistant Qin is also on vacation during the Chinese New Year."

Lin Qian was silent for a moment, then lowered her head and stuffed herself with a mouthful of rice.

Wen Zhihan waited patiently for him for a while.

In fact, it doesn't mean that he had a plan in advance, but just happened to bump into this opportunity, so he has no reason not to seize it tightly.

But he couldn't wait for a response, so he changed his strategy, turned sideways, and looked at Wen Yang.

"Wen Yang, do you want to celebrate the New Year with me?"

Wen Yang hesitated for a long time with a tight face, and quietly glanced at Lin Qian's elusive expression, but finally mustered up his courage, and his voice was clear and resolute: "I want to!"

After eight o'clock in the evening, Special Assistant Qin was waiting downstairs for his boss to get into the car.The light in front of the corridor was not very good. Before stepping on the gas pedal, he glanced at the boss from the corner of his eye. He was surprised to find that the boss walked briskly, looked happy, and seemed in a good mood.

"Mr. Wen, is the meal delicious?"

Wen Zhihan put on his seat belt with a "click", "It's not bad."

Assistant Qin smiled, "No wonder you seem to be in a good mood."

"is it?"

Wen Zhihan lowered the car window and glanced at his expression in the rearview mirror.

It is indeed a very happy face.

In addition to making an appointment with Lin Qian and Wen Yang to celebrate the New Year together, before he left, he also accidentally learned that the box of paint placed in the display cabinet in the living room was brought back by Wen Yang to participate in a painting competition at school. For Lin Qian, he felt a little bit of soreness unblocked, and he only felt that the winter wind blowing on his face was also gentle.