Uncle and nephew return

Chapter 10

Han Wanyang looked at the four people who came late with a face of accusation, and said bitterly: "You can't bully me just because I'm single."

Zhang Shang patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, leaned closer and whispered: "We are here to create opportunities for you and my daughter."

Han Wanyang asked for advice humbly: "Excuse me, who has been chopping briquettes here, how can I have a chance with the people in the kitchen?"

"Opportunities are created by ourselves!" Zhang Shang's tone was full of hatred.

Ai Qing who was on the side squinted at Zhang Shang fooling Han Wanyang, and sure enough, it was easy with well-developed limbs.

Looking at Zhang Shang who was still in good spirits, even though he had just taken the medicine he brought with him, Zhang Yichen was still a little worried. He reached out to touch Zhang Shang's forehead and felt a little hot, so he couldn't help frowning.

Zhang Shang himself didn't feel it at all, except that his body was a little dull, and he didn't have any other reactions. After all, as long as he was accompanied by an adult, he basically didn't have to worry about being sick.

Fortunately, I will be able to reach the urban area at noon tomorrow. When I go to the hospital, I can catch this wild monkey and lock it up for two days. Zhang Yichen habitually wanted to touch a cigarette, but after a pause, he remembered the reason why Zhang Shang had a fever, so he stopped. He made a move, and flapped Zhang Shang's Tianling Gai a little irritably.

Zhang Shang looked at his uncle in astonishment, and said in his eyes, "I am a sick patient, and you even rushed at me. I got a fever because someone slipped and got soaked in water. Is there any humanity left?"

Zhang Yichen turned off his wireless resolutely after receiving so many accusing signals.

The chef generously lent out his big yard, set up a big barbecue grill in the middle, and set up five or six tables. In order to avoid work, Zhang Shang and others intentionally waited until the end to go. When they arrived, the chef I'm giving my farewell speech.

Zhang Shang and Ai Qing looked at each other tacitly and said: "It's early."

Counting the students from other schools and the chef's family who came to join in the fun, the whole scene was also lively, and there were more than a dozen boxes of beer in it, which made Zhang Shang and his party feel infected by the atmosphere, and they found an empty table to sit down.

There were already a few small dishes on the table. Zhang Shang and Ai Qing, who were very hungry after sleeping all afternoon, didn't care about the barbecue in the back, and even ate stuffed ones and wiped out half of the dishes on the table, making Wang Mubao look confused: "Noon Didn't they eat?"

Han Wanyang calmly explained: "They just eat."

Zhang Shang, who was a little choked, took advantage of Zhang Yichen and Shen Ye getting up to get the barbecue, and quickly took a bottle of beer from Han Wanyang, opened it and slopped down half the bottle.

Ai Qing also choked, and with some difficulty sent a signal to the beer in Zhang Shang's hand. Zhang Shang passed the beer in his hand clearly, and Ai Qing reached out to take it and returned a look of "you know me best" .

Zhang Yichen took a few meat skewers and sat down, smelled a hint of alcohol vigilantly, looked at Zhang Shang with an unkind expression, and said, "Are you drinking?"

Zhang Shang was shocked when he heard the words, turned his back quietly and burped, then turned around and said sincerely: "Qingqing from Mr. Shen's family drank it."

Ai Qing spouted the wine out of her mouth with a puff, blushing furiously flattening Zhang Shang in her heart, it was shameless, but Shen Ye didn't respond, but was busy giving Ai Qing comfort.

Zhang Yichen looked indifferently at Zhang Shang's innocent expression, suddenly reached out to support his chin, and kissed him directly.

Fortunately, it was already dark, and the few people sat in a corner, but no one saw it. Only Han Wanyang covered Wang Mubao's eyes for the first time, which made Wang Mubao suspicious: "What's wrong, I can't even see the grill skewered."

Ai Qing felt guilty and lit a wax for Zhang Shang, and it turned out that the dean was more shameless.

Zhang Yichen sat up straight, looked at the blushing Zhang Shang who was about to blow himself up, and said seriously, "I'm drinking."

Zhang Shangsheng trembled helplessly, as expected he was still not good enough, this guy was far more shameless than he imagined.

At the beginning, Zhang Yichen was still in charge of Zhang Shang not letting him drink, but later he saw that everyone was busy, so he didn't take too much care of him, so he disappeared in a blink of an eye. He thought it was rare to be so happy and let him relax, but he waited. After a while, a certain wild monkey didn't have the slightest awareness that he was still sick, and ran around the field with Ai Qing shoulder to shoulder.

When Zhang Yichen found him, he saw that he and Ai Qing were punching each other on another table. There were already two or three empty bottles in front of him. From the frivolous footsteps under Shang's feet, he knew that he must have drunk a lot.

Although Zhang Shang was a little dizzy, he was still conscious, seeing that Zhang Yichen pushed the wine bottle towards Ai Qing with a guilty conscience.

Dazedly feeling that Zhang Yichen should be angry, Zhang Shang buried himself in Zhang Yichen's arms, couldn't help laughing and said, "Uncle, let's go see the stars."

Zhang Yichen frowned, and dragged him to the lodging place, obviously not intending to listen to his nonsense.

Staggering behind Zhang Yichen, Zhang Shang suddenly said, "Uncle!"

The sound was very loud on the road with no one there, Zhang Yichen looked at him a little funny, and knew that he was his uncle.

"Why drink so much, don't you know I'm still sick?" Zhang Yichen was annoyed and funny.

Zhang Shang was obviously unresponsive, and it took him a long time to realize what Zhang Yichen asked, and giggled and said, "I'm very happy."

Then, Zhang Shang pointed to the top of his head and said vaguely, "Look! Stars! So many stars!"

Zhang Yichen followed his hand to look at the sky, perhaps because the mountain was clean, even the stars were much more than outside, without the interference of neon lights, the stars appeared brighter than usual.

Zhang Yichen couldn't help showing a smile, just as he lowered his head, Zhang Shang grabbed his collar and kissed him.

He looked at Zhang Shang who was taking the initiative in surprise, but couldn't help but relax immediately, holding Zhang Shang tightly in his arms, Zhang Yichen felt as if he didn't lack anything.

After tossing all the way, Zhang Yichen finally put Zhang Shang on the bed. At first, the wild monkey had to let him catch the stars for him, but then fell asleep directly, and couldn't wake up no matter how much he shouted.

Taking off his coat tiredly, Zhang Yichen sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Zhang Shang's cheeks flushed because of drunkenness, he couldn't help stretching out his hand to pinch it, and he didn't realize something was wrong until his hands became warm, and hurriedly touched his forehead, which was hot, Zhang Yichen immediately got up to get the antipyretic medicine, patted Zhang Shang lightly, Zhang Yichen nervously said: "Zhang Shang? Wake up and drink the medicine."

Zhang Shang was so weak that he couldn't open his eyes, but he knew that he should drink medicine with water.

After waiting for a while, the fever did not subside. Zhang Yichen couldn't wait any longer. He grabbed the car keys and quickly carried Zhang Shang down. He carefully put him into the co-pilot, then turned around and took a blanket to cover him. Then he stepped on the accelerator and rushed out.

The commotion reached the early hours of the morning, Shen Ye answered Zhang Yichen's call as soon as he returned to his room, and after listening for a while, his face became serious, and after a few words of reassurance, he said that he would make arrangements here so that he would not have to worry.

Ai Qing was also a little drowsy from drinking, so she ran to Shen Ye's room to take a bath, and seeing Shen Ye's serious face, she couldn't help saying: "What's wrong?"

Shen Ye looked up at him and said in a low voice, "Zhang Shang's high fever persisted and turned into pneumonia."

Ai Qing was stunned for a moment.

Zhang Yichen looked at Zhang Shang who was pushed out just after the examination, eagerly grabbed the doctor beside him and said, "Is he all right?"

The doctor flipped through the records in his hand, glanced at Zhang Yichen and complained: "How can the patient be allowed to drink alcohol when he has a fever? You are too careless. Fortunately, you found it early. After the fever subsides, you can stay in the hospital for observation for a week." .”

Without explaining, Zhang Yichen called a nurse to help take care of Zhang Shang, and went to make a phone call to deal with the aftermath.

The dazed Zhang Shang was sent to the ward by the nurse for another infusion. Zhang Yichen hung up the phone and saw through the glass that Zhang Shang had fallen asleep peacefully, so he felt relieved.

When Zhang Shang woke up, he felt particularly glaring at first. Before he could react, he felt like he had been hit by a monk's head for a day. She was on an IV drip, and looked around in a daze, almost blinded by the snow-white wall. After looking hard for a long while, she realized that it was her man who was sleeping on the sofa.

Just as he was about to shout out, he realized that his voice was so hoarse that even a box of golden voices could not be saved. After working hard for a long time, Zhang Shang resigned himself to knocking on the bed with his idle left hand, trying to attract the attention of another living person.

Zhang Yichen just squinted for a while when he was woken up by a sound that can only be made by the decoration team. He raised his head and saw Zhang Shang's innocent face, which was so innocent that he didn't want to be beaten. Zhang Yichen took a deep breath and tried to remind himself that this guy is a sick man. , it is the best policy not to have common knowledge with him.

Zhang Yichen went to the bedside and sat down, stretched out his hand and touched Zhang Shang's forehead, he was relieved to confirm that the fever was gone.

Unable to stand Zhang Shang's blinking, Zhang Yichen frowned and said, "What do you want to say?"

Difficultly pointing his finger at his throat, Zhang Shang tried his best to convey to his man the thought of "I have a sore throat, I can't speak, and I want to drink water". Obviously, although the two have a nominal uncle-nephew relationship, but The tacit understanding is not enough.

Zhang Yichen looked at Zhang Shang and shook his head righteously, "I'm not in the mood to do that kind of thing now."

Banana, Bara, your thinking has crossed several galaxies to misinterpret this meaning, Zhang Shang suddenly felt angry, shouldn't a normal person pour a glass of water for a patient who just woke up.

Perhaps seeing the anger in Zhang Shang's eyes, Zhang Yichen finally stood up and poured a glass of water to Zhang Shang, and carefully erected the pillow for him to sit on.

Just when Zhang Shang's anger subsided a little and he felt that although his man was a hooligan, he was still quite reliable, Zhang Yichen looked at Zhang Shang leisurely and said: "I can think of dirty things when I'm sick, it's really tsk tsk."

Fortunately, just after drinking water, Zhang Shang pointed tremblingly at Zhang Yichen and said in a hoarse voice, "You~simply~no~y..." Zhang Yichen interrupted before he finished speaking.

"Have you ever been to your grandfather's hometown?" Zhang Yichen asked calmly.

Zhang Shang was stunned by this inexplicable question, and after thinking about it, he nodded to indicate that he had been there.

"Then do you remember that there is a fan inside?" Zhang Yichen continued to ask calmly.

Recalling it for a while, Zhang Shang seemed to have an impression, and Zhang Shang nodded again.

"Then have you ever played?"

Nodding again, I will definitely play with it when I see it.

"Your voice is the same as that of the bellows." Zhang Yichen said with a slight distaste in his tone.

"..."

It was wrong, it must be wrong, Zhang Shang kept screaming in his heart, his genes are good, there will never be such a bad person, and he remembered that his grandfather would do anything to prevent him from learning art, and he cried silently, watching Come to my own father who is the one who is wrong.

After thinking about it, he felt that he should first understand what happened. Just as he was about to speak, Zhang Yichen motioned him not to open his mouth, and then explained: "Your voice is too unpleasant, noisy."

"..." My own father was really wrong.