The cold tablemate is a bamboo horse

After the rush hour after school, there are not many people on the bus, and the seats in the back row are all empty.

After Wen Yan got in the car, he walked to the seat by the window at the back door and sat down.

Jiang Han struggled for two seconds, and then sat down beside Wen Yan.

After getting in the car, the two did not speak.Wen Yan was wearing white earphones, as if he was concentrating on the content inside, his lowered eyebrows were quiet and calm.

Jiang Han glanced at the phone page, memorizing English words, today he has clocked in 180 three reading words.

Jiang Han clicked his tongue, thinking that Xueba is worthy of being a Xueba, even studying hard in the car.

He was ashamed.

The sunset glow came in through the car window, illuminating this quiet corner, and Jiang Han saw the fine fluff on his white face again, just like a newborn baby.

He suddenly felt a little itchy, wondering if the feeling of touching it was still the same as when he was a child, soft and waxy.

Not long after, Jiang Han turned his gaze away.

After the bus passed two stops, Wen Yan stretched his sore neck, and suddenly heard the person sitting next to him say awkwardly: "Actually... I know you don't like me, but there's no need to... Follow me."

Wen Yan stopped rubbing his neck and glanced at him slowly.

The first time he said such words, ghosts know how crazy Jiang Han is now: "You can just beat me up, because you put me under a lot of pressure."

"If you still remember the punch I gave you, you can really pay it back, and I promise not to fight back!"

Jiang Han looked at death as if he were at home. He knew that Wen Yan was cold to him, but he didn't expect to bother him to such an extent that he would follow him even if he didn't go home after school.

It is said that the quieter the person is, the more terrifying it is to erupt. Wen Yan has accumulated these days, and he has already imagined what will happen to him when he gets off the car.

On weekdays, Colonel Jiang is not afraid of the sky and the earth. Even if he hit someone, he would never say an apology. Instead, others had to welcome him to please him.

Now the feng shui turns, and the retribution is coming.

There's no way, who said that this person is Wen Yan.

Coincidentally, the bus broadcast announced the next station - "The next stop, West Street Station, passengers who want to get off, please get off through the back door, please take your luggage and belongings with you."

"I'm serious, I got off the bus as soon as I got to the stop." Jiang Han said.

Wen Yan glanced at him again, but he couldn't tell what it meant.

Jiang Han thought about it, and attributed it to forbearance.

Soon, West Street Station arrived.

After the car came to a complete stop, Jiang Han got out of the car, and the next second Wen Yan got out of the car after him.

The bus drove away quickly, kicking up a cloud of dust, and the two stood at the gate of the empty "Jingquan Community".

Jiang Han took a deep breath, and said in a tone as if coaxing a child, "Yanyan, if you don't do anything, you will lose your chance."

It can be said that it was the first time in the life of Colonel Jiang that he behaved in such a low voice.

But Wen Yan still ignored him, and walked straight to the community with his schoolbag on his back.

Seeing the forbearing back all the way, Jiang Han couldn't help but "thump" in his heart. He didn't expect Wen Yan's "obsession" for him to be so deep - he wanted to do something in the community! !

Anyway, save some face for him!

After all, the community is full of people I know.

Jiang Han hurried to catch up, and he had already given up completely. He discussed pitifully, "Yanyan, can you not slap your face. My dad comes back today. If he sees the injury on his face, he will have to take care of him again."

"Do you have the heart to hurt your deskmate who cares about you?"

Jiang University's bully was aggrieved and obedient, and he almost complained about "domestic violence" without crying.

Wen Yan finally stopped walking, the veins on his forehead seemed to be throbbing faintly, he took a deep look at Jiang Han with that idiot-like eyes, and only said "you".

Then, Jiang Han saw Wen Yan turn around and walk towards the east unit building...

The air froze like death.

There seemed to be six rows of crows flying over his head, and Jiang Han was petrified on the spot.

Thousands of words can be reduced to one sentence: he, he, he, his deskmate... actually lives here! ! !

It was extremely embarrassing in history. After about a century, Jiang Han wished he could find a hole in the ground.

Who can tell him why Wen Yan also lives here!

And he's never encountered one.

In fact, it’s not surprising that Jiang Han thinks this way. The two of them can’t go together at all. Wen Yan is a standard student who goes out at [-] o’clock every morning and returns home on time. I wake up every day to go to class, and often don't go home in the middle of the night.

The work and rest time is different, and it is normal to not meet.

After returning home in a daze, Jiang Han saw Jiang Yuan and asked, "Mom, have people moved in in our community?"

Jiang Yuan was using an instrument to apply to her face, when she heard that she glanced at him in the mirror: "It seems... yes, I don't know very well about your Aunt Zhang's building."

He asked again: "Why are you asking this? It's not like you don't pay attention to these things."

"Oh, nothing."

Thinking of what happened just now, Jiang Han was still extremely embarrassed: "I...just ask."

"When did you move here?"

"Let's go on summer vacation, I haven't seen it before."

Jiang Han thought that was it, it was common for him not to go home for a few days during that time.

Jiang Han snorted, and changed the subject: "Where's my dad?"

"In the kitchen."

Jiang Han went into the room, changed his clothes and came out, just as Jiang Yong had already prepared four dishes and one soup for dinner.

The tall man of 1.8 meters is usually the chief trainer in the scientific training, which makes the subordinates fearful and frightened.When I got home, I took off my training and scientific research clothes, and put on the legendary pink Barbie apron. I was able to cook, cook, and wash dishes, and the housework was done in an orderly manner.

It can be called a model husband in the eyes of others.

Jiang Han called out "Dad" obediently, Jiang Yong squinted at him, and said loudly, "Wash your hands and eat."

It has been a day or two since Jiang Yong saw that his son was not pleasing to the eye, and he didn't look good every time.Jiang Han is also used to it.

The family of three finally had a meal together, the table was quiet, only the slight sound of chopsticks colliding could be heard.

The "Jiang family" has a family rule of not talking when eating or sleeping.

Jiang Yong is busy with work on weekdays, and spends most of January in the department, and there are only a few days when he can stay at home.

And these few days are often the days when Jiang Han is extremely obedient.

After dinner, Jiang Han consciously went to wash the dishes.

Coming out of the kitchen, Jiang Han took a cup of hot water, but before he could hold it steady, a gust of wind came from behind him.

Jiang Han reacted quickly, dropped his cup and counterattacked, hitting his foot.

The punch turned around, and it was so overbearing that Jiang Han had to retreat to defend.

Straight to the lifeline, Jiang Han dodged sideways and stopped his movements.

At the same time, the punch also stopped moving.

One second before the water glass fell, Jiang Han firmly caught the glass without spilling a drop.

This contest is only in one breath, and there is no distinction between equals.

Jiang Yong patted Jiang Han on the shoulder, and commented: "Kungfu has not fallen, and I have to practice in the future, there are too many flaws."

On the other end, Jiang Yuan was sitting on the sofa watching TV, and couldn't help but roll her eyes when she heard this.

Jiang Han handed over the water glass and said straightly: "Yes. Dad, you drink water."

Jiang Yong was at home, and Jiang Han's schedule was very regular, and he went to bed before ten o'clock.

At 10:30 in the evening, Jiang Yuan packed Jiang Yong's clothes for going out tomorrow in the room, neatly stacking them by category.

Jiang Yong came in after taking a shower and rubbed one side of his waist.

Jiang Yuan complained from the sidelines.

"I want to save face and suffer. I know my back is bad and I beat others."

Jiang Yong suffered a back injury while fighting with gangsters a few years ago, which left sequelae, and he was prone to seizures on rainy days and during fighting.But he has a good face and never shows it in front of others.

He didn't even tell Jiang Han about the injury. After all, he had been a trainer for decades and couldn't bear to tell his son that he couldn't beat a robber.

"Wait and apply some safflower oil, and the sugar-making team Dujia will steam the ceremony for you. If it relapses, you will have to worry about it."

Seeing the frowning expression, she knew it was really painful. Jiang Yuan felt distressed and funny: "What do you say you fought with your son? He got into so many fights since he was a child, don't you know?"

"My Jiang Yong's son can't be powerless. If he doesn't practice now, he won't be beaten by those old fritters in the future when he goes to the scientific training."

Although on the surface he has an image of a strict and unsmiling father, Jiang Yong is still proud when talking about this unfilial son behind his back.

Just like every time Jiang Han was notified of his parents because of a fight, although he couldn't avoid a family law service, the first question he asked every time was always "whether he won the fight or not".

If you lose, the family law will be doubled.

"Let him decide on his son's matter, what's good about the scientific training."

"His grandfather and old man are trained in scientific training, so what is he doing without scientific training?"

The two have been husband and wife for many years, and have never quarreled over trivial matters, except for this topic.

The scientific trainees have a soul in their hearts, and to contribute to scientific research for the country is the belief in the hearts of the Jiang family.

"There are so many scientific trainings, how can I need your son. I will learn to be a scientific trainer from you, and if I don't go home for ten and a half months, will my daughter-in-law be a widow in the future?"

While talking, Jiang Yuan began to feel wronged.

She followed Jiang Yong, a real man of talent and beauty, made by nature, Jiang Yong pampered her like a princess, and followed everything, except Ke Xun's family members who were not easy to be.

This incident is the pain in Jiang Yong's life, and the lack of time to accompany him is his lifelong regret.

Jiang Yong walked over and hugged him, and comforted him with distress: "I'm an ordinary person, I hope my son can achieve better results than me. Serve and contribute to the country, a man with his true colors."

Jiang Yuan made a gesture to hit him again, Jiang Yong hugged him even tighter, and coaxed: "Don't be angry, Yuanyuan. My work will be off for the past two years. I'll see if I have a chance to take a long vacation in the future. We haven't traveled for a long time."

In the first two years of their marriage, Jiang Yong hadn't had any scientific research training yet. Jiang Yuan liked to travel, and Jiang Yong would accompany her to travel around whenever he had time.Later, I was promoted and added jobs all the way, and the opportunities to travel gradually decreased.

"Then you can make a deal, don't lie to me."

"When did I lie to you?"

A small quarrel came to an end, and Jiang Yuanxin said, I'm sorry, daughter-in-law, I have fought for your mother, it is really hard to beat four punches with two hands.

If you keep the vacant room in the future, don't blame me.