[Han Zhang] One thought

Chapter 21

21.

The ending of this "returning on snow" was that Han Wenqing returned to Q City with the team dragging a cold, Zhang Xinjie also had a fever for a whole week, and went to the exam with a high fever, but calculus and business English floated low in the sky. Unfortunately, he failed in linear algebra and was scored a bright 59 points.

"Is there something wrong with your teacher?" Han Wenqing cursed on the phone, "There is no reason to give 59 points."

"My roommate 59.6—" Zhang Xinjie on the other end of the phone couldn't laugh or cry, "Comrade Han Wenqing, don't you plan to review the fact that you dragged me back to the hotel on a snowy day?"

Han Wenqing on the opposite side was obviously choked up, and he paused for a moment before slowly saying, "I'm sorry... are you feeling better now?"

"It's almost done. I'll be back after packing up in two days. How is your health?"

"It's okay...be careful on the road."

In fact, Zhang Xinjie was still delayed in school for several days. When the end of the new year was approaching, Han Wenqing waited until Zhang Xinjie came back from City B with a big bag and a small bag.

Zhang Xinjie entered the room, and just as he unloaded the luggage in his hand, the briquettes jumped off the top of the air conditioner in a blink of an eye, and plunged into Zhang Xinjie's arms.

After staying in Han's house for half a year, the coal ball is no longer the milk cat dumpling. Zhang Xinjie was so frightened by this pounce that he staggered and took three steps back to stabilize his figure. He quickly hugged the cat in his arms , and asked Han Wenqing, "How much does it weigh?"

"Seven or eight catties, my mother fed it too well a while ago," Han Wenqing grabbed the cat by the back of the neck, carried it back to his arms, and slapped it on the buttocks, in exchange for it to let out a menacing "ow ", "Mimi, if you make trouble again, I will lock you in the toilet."

"Mimi?" Zhang Xinjie was stunned, "Isn't it called briquettes?"

"When my mother came to take care of it, she called it Mimi every day. When my mother went back, I called it Briquette and it ignored me."

"Oh..." Zhang Xinjie smiled embarrassingly, "My mother is also like this. She calls all cats Mimi."

"Old people are like this." Han Wenqing slammed the cat back into the bedroom, beckoned Zhang Xinjie to sit on the sofa, and then turned to help him pack a few bags of luggage, "There's brewed tea in the pot, do you want some snacks for you?" Pad your stomach first?"

"No need..." Zhang Xinjie took off his coat and put it on the back of the sofa, poured himself a cup of tea, nestled on the sofa and looked around.With Han Wenqing's mother tidying up, the originally empty room looked more lively and full of life. On the one hand, he felt relieved, but on the other hand, he couldn't help feeling a little panicked.

After Han Wenqing packed the pile of luggage, he squeezed into the sofa, almost impatiently hugging Zhang Xinjie's waist, and took him into his arms.

"Do you still have a fever?" Han Wenqing put his hand on Zhang Xinjie's forehead, but couldn't find any clues.

"It's okay..." Zhang Xinjie also leaned closer to Han Wenqing, and pressed his lips against the corner of his lips, "I just came back after recovering from my illness."

"That's fine, you'll feel uncomfortable when you fly with a fever."

Han Wenqing changed his posture, leaned back on the sofa, held Zhang Xinjie's forehead with both hands, and kissed it gently.

His chin seemed to have just been shaved, but a large patch of bruises still appeared quickly, and the fine stubble pierced Zhang Xinjie's forehead, scratching his heart for a while.He held Han Wenqing's waist loosely, and raised his head to kiss Han Wenqing's Adam's apple and chin.

Han Wenqing froze for a moment, quickly turned over with his arms around Zhang Xinjie, pressed him on the sofa, kissed his lips, and poked his hand under the hem of his sweater.

Although it is winter, the indoor heating is fully turned on, and Han Wenqing's body temperature is high. This hand seems to be able to spark a series of electric sparks. Zhang Xinjie hastily held his forearm: "I have to take a shower first... ..."

"I can't wait..." Han Wenqing had already stretched out his hand and began to pull at his trouser chain, "I'm now... on the verge..."

Zhang Xinjie simply kissed the other party's lips, and blocked his "dirty words" back.But Han Wenqing still pushed Zhang Xinjie hard, not giving him any room to resist.

They did it once on the sofa, and then went back and forth to the bathroom and bedroom. In the end, Zhang Xinjie just lay on the bed panting violently. Han Wenqing whispered something beside him, but he couldn't do anything. I can hear it.

"Are you listening?" Han Wenqing rolled over, put his arms around his back, and pulled the quilt to cover his waist.

"What?" Zhang Xinjie finally came back to his senses.

"Ask if your back hurts." Han Wenqing patted his waist lightly through the quilt.

"Fortunately."

Zhang Xinjie gasped for breath, propped his elbows on the bed and turned over, Han Wenqing immediately passed his arm over, allowing Zhang Xinjie to lie on his side with his arm on his head: "Do you want to take a bath?"

"I'll lie down and take it easy." Zhang Xinjie continued to move towards Han Wenqing's side, putting his arms around his waist.Their bodies were mixed with sweat and all kinds of messy body fluids, and they nested together sticky, and Zhang Xinjie didn't complain.

"The sheets need to be changed."

Zhang Xinjie said suddenly, Han Wenqing just nodded, and reached out to brush Zhang Xinjie's sweaty forehead hair: "I'll change it later...can I smoke?"

"No, you go to the balcony to smoke while I'm taking a shower," Zhang Xinjie flatly refused, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and asked after him, "When I'm not at home, do you often smoke in the bedroom?"

"How dare I," Han Wenqing sighed helplessly, "put the ashes in the bedroom, and my mother won't beat me to death."

Zhang Xinjie was stunned, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes: "How are you and your parents...?"

"It's still the same," Han Wenqing replied honestly, "My mother is fine, but my father really can't communicate..."

"What does 'okay' mean?"

This time it was Han Wenqing's turn to be dazed. He wordlessly pulled Zhang Xinjie into his arms, and lowered his head to kiss his forehead and the tip of his nose.

Zhang Xinjie didn't speak any more, and wrapped the arm around Han Wenqing's waist vigorously. The sweat on the inside of the arm seemed to have not dried completely, and then new sweat oozes out. The two of them lay in silence for a while, Han Wenqing seemed to have made a lot of determination, propped up half of his body, and asked, "You and I came home with me a few years ago... Let's settle this matter."

"Okay." Zhang Xinjie replied bluntly.

As if frightened by his decisiveness, Han Wenqing was speechless for a while, but Zhang Xinjie calmly withdrew his hand, put it on Han Wenqing's neck, and rubbed it lightly twice: "The matter that should have been resolved together a long time ago, what are you doing?" What are you hesitating about?"

"I'm waiting for you to go home." Han Wenqing held Zhang Xinjie's hand, pulled it to his lips and kissed it lightly, "As you said, we need to solve this matter together."

"Well," Zhang Xinjie closed his eyes and nodded slightly, "I hope that our two families will have the opportunity to spend a new year together this year."

Han Wenqing propped himself up and kissed Zhang Xinjie's cheek, then rubbed the top of his head: "You go take a shower first, I'll tidy up and change the sheets."

"You don't smoke anymore?" Zhang Xinjie suddenly opened his eyes and asked.

"Stop smoking, it's time for dinner." Han Wenqing sat up, took the clothes and began to put them on himself, "I have to cook some food for Mimi."

Zhang Xinjie also sat up, put on a random set of clothes, and started to pack the change of clothes: "I'm not used to being called Mimi."

"Call it whatever you want, anyway, it kisses you."

"Oh..." Zhang Xinjie nodded thoughtfully, and walked to the bathroom with his clothes.

Han Wenqing quickly paid the price for his unscrupulous words - when he made his bed, prepared dinner, and returned to the living room, the scene in front of him almost made his eyes go dark.

He saw Zhang Xinjie sitting on the sofa with the black cat in his arms, rubbing its belly and calling it "Little Han".

"What are you messing around with?" Han Wenqing walked over and asked angrily.

"You let me call you whatever you want." The other party looked innocent.

"Then why don't you call me something else?"

"There's nothing wrong with being called Xiao Han, you see how much it looks like you."

Han Wenqing's face darkened visibly to the naked eye, and it did indeed look somewhat similar to the small coal ball in Zhang Xinjie's arms.

"My name is Xiao Han, it reacts, look—" Zhang Xinjie said, and kept teasing the black cat with his hands. Wrist, biting his fingers lightly.

"You are not afraid of it biting you." Han Wenqing was angry and distressed, and was speechless for a while.

"It's okay, Xiao Han knows the severity."

"I told you not to call it Xiaohan!"

"Why? It looks so much like you, why can't it be called?"

"I still think it looks like you, why don't you call it 'Xiaojie'?"

"No, it's too nasty, I can't listen to it."

"I'm called a cat, but I didn't call you. You can tell me if I'm gross or not."

"Aren't you uncomfortable with such a nasty name appearing at home?"

"What do I want to call it? Why do I feel uncomfortable?"

"Are you naive?"

"Obviously you did it first," Han Wen gave him an innocent look, then went to grab the cat by the back of the neck, "Xiaojie, come here!"

Unexpectedly, the black cat not only refused to cooperate, but also scratched his paw with the backhand. Han Wenqing was taken aback, and quickly retracted his hand. In a blink of an eye, Zhang Xinjie laughed without sympathy.

"See? It ignores you at all."

Han Wenqing glared at him, then turned his head to argue with the cat: "Who raised you, who cares about you?"

"Who raises like whom." Zhang Xinjie replied calmly, and "Little Han" in his arms also whined very cooperatively, and Han Wenqing rolled his eyes in anger.

"Do you still have dinner?"

"Eat—you bring Xiao Han's food first."

"If you call it Xiaohan again, let's stop eating it!"

"You don't take me to get it."

Zhang Xinjie stood up, stuffed "Little Han" into "Old Han"'s arms, and walked slowly towards the kitchen.Han Wenqing was left behind by him, and stared angrily at the black cat in his arms, while the black cat barked non-stop without fear, and even showed its paw at Han Wenqing.

"I think you really need to clean up!"

TBC