Table tennis, you are the song I can never finish singing in my life

On the 16th floor, at the innermost part of the corridor, Zhang Jike opened the door, and made a posture of a doorman to welcome guests, "Please." Tang Han walked in hesitantly. The room was empty, but the white walls and pink bricks, the sunlight coming from the The transparent floor-to-ceiling windows invite in, and the whole room is brightly reflected.

Standing in the middle of the room, Tang Han could see the structure of the entire apartment. She remembered that when she first came to Beijing to look for an apartment, she and Feng Xiaoye ran all over Chaoyang, and finally saw the entire apartment that was exactly what she wanted. They were excited Jumping and jumping in the house, chirping about how to arrange, how to fill up the empty room little by little, whether it is a hollow dresser or a princess bed with lace sheets.

Then walk out the gate, everything here has nothing to do with them, from now on, only the dreams of Bei Piao appear here.

Zhang Jike looked at Tang Han curiously, and looked at her expression, from excitement and joy at the beginning, to entanglement and sadness, to tears pouring out,

He was a little at a loss, he didn't know why Tang Han was crying, and he was crying so sadly.He stepped forward and squatted beside Tang Han, "You...what's wrong with you?" Tang Han buried his head in his knees and shook his head.Zhang Jike couldn't see her face, so he could only guess the reason from the crying that gradually calmed down.

Stepping into the elevator again, Tang Han stopped crying, but her shoulders were still shaking, and she hadn't completely calmed down. "I'm sorry... I don't know..." Zhang Jike struggled for a while.

Tang Han shook his head, "It's not your fault... I'm too emotional. You also have good intentions. It's my fault for letting you see such a big joke."

Zhang Jike couldn't get any clues from her impeccable answers. How could this be more difficult than fighting Japan and South Korea?

"You...why were you crying just now?" Zhang Jike asked cautiously.

"... Feeling touched by the scene." Tang Han didn't have a word.

Just like that, the two of them stood quietly in the elevator, walked out of the elevator quietly, and returned to the car quietly.

Fasten the seat belt again, Tang Han just sat quietly, Zhang Jike started the car, "Then...do you want to go somewhere?"

Tang Han shook his head awkwardly, but he could still keep silent. Zhang Jike was a little annoyed, "If you want to feel unhappy, you can say it. Don't be like Ma Long, who keeps everything in your heart. If you feel uncomfortable, others will follow suit. uncomfortable."

Tang Han rubbed his cheeks, took a deep breath, "It's all in the past," his tone was still brisk, "Thank you for helping me find a house, but... this is really not suitable for me."

Zhang Jike didn't say a word, stepped on the accelerator, didn't speak, just drove forward.

Tang Han cautiously turned his head to look at Zhang Jike, he drifted over from the corner of his eye, and Tang Han was so frightened that he immediately pretended to look at the scenery. The aura reminded her of the angry eyes of the audience shouting when the ball was served on the court. What are you doing? Did you forget that the man sitting next to you is the Imperial Death Tiger known as the Tibetan Mastiff?

Zhang Jike glanced at it from the corner of his eye, and Tang Han pursed his lips tightly, fearing that he was quite frightened, the corner of his mouth curled up and quickly retracted, pretending to ask casually, "Where do you want to go?"

Tang Han flicked in surprise, "Uh, huh? I...I was thinking, if you're not busy, I'd like to see if the dress has been changed..." The more he spoke, the lower his voice, and finally added a sentence quickly , "If you are busy and don't have time, forget it, I will go by myself next time."

Zhang Jike finally couldn't help laughing this time, "Address."

Tang Han quickly said the address, sat upright, looked ahead, and sneaked a glance from time to time.

Zhang Jike moved his waist and neck, "Okay, I'm not angry." Tang Han looked at him in surprise, with a clear expression on his face: How do you know what I'm thinking?

"I know that asking you to tell me everything is a little bit forced on you, but you have to know that you have to share the pain and joy in your heart with others, otherwise the pain will double and the joy will decrease."

Tang Han looked thoughtfully at the man driving the car in front of him. Time had carved him into his current appearance, mature, stable, responsible, and the occasional youthful air made him show a little childishness, pure and sincere naughtiness.I don't know who said it, more than a boy, but less than a man, Tang Han thinks it is really appropriate.

At a red light, the car stopped, and Zhang Jike saw that Tang Han was still looking at him, "Why? Isn't he very handsome?" He straightened his hair in front of the front mirror, "How is your hairstyle today?"

Tang Han didn't look at him, and cursed with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Not handsome at all! Narcissism, almost black as Bao Zheng."