four seasons flowers

After a while, he gently closed the things and put them into the bouquet.

Holding flowers, left the city.

On the afternoon of leaving, it was drizzling in San Francisco. Sitting in the car, watching the Golden Gate Bridge flashing by outside the window, Zhang Zhehan suddenly remembered a book he read a long time ago, and he lowered his head and smiled.

At the end of that story, it ended at the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco. It was also raining like today. The rain hit the faces of pedestrians. No one knew that the protagonist standing on the bridge had already burst into tears.

……

After returning to China, Zhang Zhehan turned down all cooperation invitations and concentrated on recuperating at home.

From time to time, friends would come to visit him, and his mother did not go to the company for the time being, but took care of his daily life at home.

Until one afternoon one month later, when he was sitting on the sofa and playing with his mobile phone boredly, Zhang's mother was cooking dinner in the kitchen when he heard someone ring the doorbell.

He got off the sofa, walked slowly and opened the door.

"Why are you?"

The man standing at the door was wearing a black shirt and tie, with trousers underneath.

"Why are you so formal?"

Gong Jun lifted the things in his hand helplessly, and asked with a smile: "Brother, if you want to ask questions, you have to let the guests go in first, right?"

Zhang Zhehan turned sideways to let this person in, and muttered, "What kind of guest are you?"

Gong Jun heard it, but he just smiled a little, changed his shoes with his things, and walked in.

"Hey, do you want some water?" Zhang Zhehan asked, staring at the man's back.

"It's okay. If I'm thirsty, I'll pour it myself. Come and sit down quickly, don't wait for your legs to hurt." He walked over and helped Zhang Zhehan sit on the sofa.

He glanced at the kitchen, "Is Auntie here?"

"Hmm." The person on the sofa replied lazily.

"Then you sit down first, I'll go and say hello." After speaking, he didn't care whether the people behind him answered or not, and went into the kitchen.

"Auntie."

The sudden voice startled Ms. Zhang. She turned her head and saw a tall and handsome young man standing behind her.

"You are, Gong Jun, right?"

"Auntie, do you know me?"

"I used to hear Zhe Han mentioning you, but today I saw a real person. You are so handsome. The kitchen is soundproof, and I didn't hear you coming in. Alas, Zhe Han is the same child. I don't know how to entertain guests when they come." Zhang's mother As he spoke, he was about to call out to the people sitting outside.

"Hey, Auntie, it's okay. He has already entertained you. I just came in to say hello to you. By the way, is there anything I can do for you?"

"How can I let you, a guest, come to help, go out and have a good rest, let Zhehan talk with you, and try Auntie's craft later, ah."

"It's okay, auntie, I just learned to cook recently, and I want to ask you for advice by the way." When Mama Zhang heard that someone wanted to learn cooking from her, she was very happy, and quickly agreed.

In this way, master and apprentice, you followed what I taught you to cook in the kitchen.

And Gong Jun is a master who is used to please the elders. After a while, Zhang Zhehan heard his mother's "hearty" laughter from the kitchen.

He stared at the bad deck of cards in his hand, and muttered, "Boring."

The cooking speed of two people was much faster. After a while, the dishes were almost done.

"You brat, why don't you hurry up and serve the food, and let the guests help you, would you mind?"

"Auntie, Xiaozhe's leg hurts, I'll do it."

Zhang's mother glared at her "incompetent" son, then looked at Gong Jun, and suddenly felt a little tragic.

When eating, it was mostly Zhang's mother and Gong Jun who were talking, while Zhang Zhehan was eating in silence, not feeling bored, but happy to not have to listen to his mother's nagging.

Unexpectedly, when the meal was just finished and they were about to clean up, Mama Zhang's assistant called suddenly, saying that the company was in a hurry and Mama Zhang needed to come forward to deal with it.

"It's okay, Auntie, you go, just leave it to me here."

"Xiao Jun, I'll trouble you. Zhe Han, you should help out a little. Do you hear me? I'll be back tomorrow." As he spoke, the man has already hurried out the door with his bag and keys.

As soon as Zhang's mother left, Zhang Zhehan immediately removed the disguise of being kind and polite just now, and stared at the person who was collecting the dishes: "What tricks are you here today?"

"Xiao Zhe, can't I just come and see you?" Gong Jun felt helpless.

"Look at me? Watch what I do. I'm fine. No need to look."

The smile on the corner of Gong Jun's mouth suddenly disappeared, he put down the plate in his hand, walked up to Zhang Zhehan, and suddenly extended a hand towards him.

"You, what are you doing? Seeing that my legs and feet are inconvenient, do you still want to take advantage of the fire?" Zhang Zhehan retreated reflexively.

In the end, he still couldn't dodge in time, and was hit in the face. He was about to resist the next moment, and he hadn't raised his hand yet.

"The soup splashed on his face and he didn't wipe it clean." Gong Jun touched his face lightly, and then he was ignored and went straight into the kitchen.

Zhang Zhehan felt that the touched place was a little hot, but none of this could stop him from wanting to find a crack in the ground to get in. He thought he was going to be a hooligan, so he just ate the food on his face.

"Damn, hurry up and find a hole and bury me!" He hammered the sofa and said angrily.

Zhang Zhehan was lying on the sofa covering his face with a pillow, and his two slender legs were still dangling in the air.

This is what Gong Jun saw after cleaning up the kitchen and washing his hands.

"Xiao Zhe, what are you doing?"

Hearing this obviously smiling voice, Zhang Zhehan felt a little depressed again.

"It's nothing, you can go home quickly after you finish washing." Xu Shi's voice was a little muffled because he was covering his head.

"Why, you can't wait to drive someone away after you've used me up?" Gong Jun said as he took the pillow off the man's face.

As soon as he took it off, he suddenly met a pair of eyes staring at him, with some tears in their eyes.

"Why are you crying?"

"Whoever cried, I just dozed off." Zhang Zhehan sat up and glanced at the person next to the sofa with disgust.

"It's fine if you don't cry. Then, I'll leave first and come to see you when I have time." Then she walked towards the entrance.

"Hey you……"

Gong Jun turned his head when he heard the voice, "What's wrong."

"You haven't answered the question when you entered the door."

Gong Jun was a little stunned by the question, and he remembered it after a while, "Oh, I just came from an event, and I haven't had time to change my clothes yet." After speaking, he turned and prepared to go out.

"Gong Jun, you..."

Gong Jun turned back helplessly, looked at the person on the sofa amusedly and said, "Master Zhang is reluctant to part with me, so just say it, I don't mind staying with you."

"Bah, bah, who can't bear you. I just want to tell you to pay attention to safety on the road, and don't make trouble for the police uncle."

"Okay," Gong Jun glanced at the people on the sofa, and the smile seemed to overflow his eyes.

"Xiao Zhe also takes care of himself."

Watching the person disappear at the door, Zhang Zhehan finally came back to his senses, feeling a layer of goosebumps on his body.

Why does this person's last sentence feel more and more wrong the more I listen to it.

Zhang Zhehan slept on the bed tonight and suffered from insomnia. It has been almost four years since he went around in circles, why did he turn around and back again?

It seems that there is a need for self-reflection.

Time flies.

Another week passed in a blink of an eye, and Zhang Zhehan's legs have almost recovered. Apart from not being able to exercise strenuously, there is basically no problem with walking normally.

Mrs. Zhang saw that he was in good condition. In addition to this period of time, the company also had a lot of things to deal with.Simply moved back.Probably there is a little bit of it, which means letting his son "fend for himself".

On the afternoon of the second day after Zhang's mother left, Gong Jun called and said he wanted to invite him to dinner. Zhang Zhehan was annoyed for the past two days and didn't want to see anyone, especially Gong Jun, who was planning to refuse.

"I'll wait for you at the gate of your community." The person on the other side hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

Well, people never give themselves a chance to say no.

Helpless, he had no choice but to change his clothes and go downstairs at a snail's pace. When he saw the man's car parked at the gate, he got in the car. Zhang Zhehan looked ahead as if he didn't see the other person in the car.

Gong Jun glanced at him and asked with a smile.

"What do you want to eat?"

"I don't want to eat anything."

"Then let's go to the old place." As he said that, he had already started the car, regardless of what he said.

Zhang Zhehan stared at the roof of the car with his eyes wide open. After two or three years of cooperating, this man has acquired the ability to keep away from oil and salt.

"Xiao Zhe, see what you want to order."

"I'm free, you order."

Gong Jun casually reported the names of a few dishes, and they were all favorites of the people across the table.

After the waiter went out, Zhang Zhehan finally couldn't help asking: "Tell me, what is your purpose?"

"I just want to treat you to a meal. I really don't mean anything else."

"Do you think I'm stupid, or are you out of your mind? In the past three years, the number of times we have met can be counted on one hand, and we haven't even had a glass of water together. Suddenly, you are flying to the United States again these days , came to my house again, and invited me to dinner today. You said you have no purpose, you cheated a three-year-old child, would anyone believe you?"

"If you want to say this, then I do have a purpose." Gong Jun smiled and looked at the person opposite.

Zhang Zhehan looked "I knew it was like this" on his face, glanced at Gong Jun, and took a sip from the teacup on the table.

"If chasing you can be regarded as the purpose, then I really have intentions."

Zhang Zhehan took a sip of tea, choked on the point that he didn't have time to swallow, and coughed heavily on his seat.

Gong Jun quickly took a tissue and walked over, patting his back lightly while wiping the water stains around Zhang Zhehan's mouth: "I heard that I'm chasing you, no matter how excited you are, you can't celebrate with tea?"

When the cough stopped, Zhang Zhehan gave the person next to him a hard look.

"I'm so excited!"

The author has something to say: I'm sorry, it's too late, Friday has become the day I have the most classes in a week, I'm so sad