flicker, then flicker

Chapter 34

Hang Zhe briefly explained the cause of the incident, and said that he wanted to ask Uncle Zhong Rui to help him find out if something happened at home recently.

"No problem, but what are you going to do next?" Zhong Rui was more anxious than him, "Are you really paying?"

"How is it possible?" Hang Zhe leaned back on the seat and looked out the window into the darkness. "I don't know now. Let's talk about it after we find out the news."

"Okay, I'll tell you when there's news. If you need help, speak up at any time. Don't be polite to me."

After hanging up the phone, Hang Zhe turned his head to look at Yan Ming who was driving seriously, and the depression in his heart gradually calmed down.

"Don't interfere with my driving," Yan Ming glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and reminded, "If I look at it like this again, I will pull over and drive another car."

"What car?" Hang Zhe pretended not to understand, "I didn't do anything, am I too wronged?"

Just at the red light, Yan Ming put the brakes on, put the handbrake on, took off his seat belt and hugged him, his chin resting on his shoulder.

"Really change the car?" Hang Zhe put his arm around his shoulder and squeezed it twice, "Then you parked in the wrong lane."

"I've wanted to do this for a long time." Yan Ming let go of him, quickly fastened his seat belt again, "You look like this, just like when I first met you."

"What's it like? Weak and helpless?" Hang Zhe said intentionally.

"On the contrary," Yan Ming started the car while recalling, "You are strong, casual and calm, as if nothing is a problem, and you already have a solution in your heart. At that time, I especially wanted to know whether you really have a solution, or are you pretending to be calm? .”

"It doesn't count," Hang Zhe knew that he was talking about the time when someone used the speaker. "I just think that they can't come along the network cable and twist my head when the computer is turned off. If they want to use it, they can do it. I will change it." No. Still abuse them in the wild."

"But this time there is a way," Hang Zhe said seriously, "trust me."

On the other side, Zhong Rui hung up the phone, hesitated for a while, and dialed his uncle's number.

Just now, he was too busy worrying about others, but when he came to his senses, he felt that it was unnecessary. Zhong Rui smiled wryly, Hang Zhe had a home and didn't want to go back, but he had a home and couldn't go back, so no one is better than the other.

"Hello, uncle, it's me, you are in the bureau now..." Zhong Rui tried to keep his voice calm when the call was connected.

The other end of the phone was extremely enthusiastic: "Oh, it's Bureau Zhang, yes, wait a minute."

The voice is a familiar voice, but why does this seem to be connected to the wrong channel?

"Okay, big nephew, why did you remember to call me?" There was no background sound over there, and the channel finally matched.

"Uncle, are you at my house?" Zhong Rui reacted quickly, "Is something wrong at home?"

"No, it's outside, your parents are here, I'm out now, they can't hear you, what happened?"

"No, I'm fine." Zhong Rui was a little embarrassed, feeling that he was not authentic, so he thought of looking for someone when something happened, "My friend has something to do, and I want to ask my uncle to help me find something."

"Brat, I knew it." The person on the other end of the phone snorted.

Zhong Rui told the story once, and the other side was listening quietly, suddenly someone seemed to be passing by, and the voice of the voice changed from far to near, Zhong Rui seemed to hear someone calling Dr. Zhang.

"Uncle, are you in the hospital?" Zhong Rui's heart sank suddenly, "Who is in the hospital?"

"No, no one," I felt unreliable after speaking, so I had to say, "Hey... I can't hide it from you."

"Tell me the truth, is it my parents..." Zhong Rui hesitated, his fingers clenched the phone unconsciously, and his fingertips turned white due to excessive force.

"It's your mother. I fell down today, unfortunately, and broke my arm." His uncle sighed, "But don't worry, it's not serious. Really, your father is taking care of it. The doctor said it won't be long. You can be discharged from the hospital, if you don't believe me, I will take a picture of the discharge summary for you later."

After he finished speaking, he said: "I've written down what you said, and I'll tell you when I find out. By the way, Xiao Rui, you still won't come back for the Chinese New Year this year?"

This question seemed to have touched some taboo, and the two sides were silent for a while.

"I want to go back," Zhong Rui replied after a while, "I'll call my mother later, and if the old man lets go, I'll go back. Uncle, please take care of what happened just now, and my mother's side, Please take care of me a little more."

"You don't need to say, you, if you can't do it, let it go, it's not ashamed to bow your head to your parents, ah, do you hear me?"

"Got it, uncle."

During these years when Zhong Rui left home, except for his mother, he only occasionally contacted his uncle. Why didn't he want to go home? He admitted to being beaten and scolded, but he couldn't admit to some mistakes.

When he came out to answer the phone, he forgot to put on his coat. A few gusts of wind blew in the aisle, and his whole body was chilled from the inside out. Zhong Rui touched his pocket irritably, only then remembered the clothes on his body when he came out. Cigarettes were collected and taken away.

Tsk, this is so aggrieved, if it weren't for the salary to be taken from other people's pockets, Zhong Rui felt that he must have a good theory, how can there be any reason for the players to manage the coach instead.

Thinking about going to the side of the road to buy a pack of cigarettes, he just took two steps outside when the northwest wind slapped him across the face. He shook his body and thought twice before turning back to the private room.

On the way, Zhong Rui looked at the calendar on his phone. This year's Chinese New Year is very early, and he doesn't know if he can go back this time.

Standing at the door of the private room for a while, waiting for that bad mood to completely dissipate, Zhong Rui opened the door and went in.

Sitting down, he found that there was an empty seat next to him. Zhong Rui looked around and asked, "Where's your captain?"

"He said he was looking for you." Seeing him coming back alone, Yu Wan was even more surprised than him, "Did you two meet?"

"No." The store is like a maze, Zhong Rui almost couldn't find his way back just now, it's normal that the two of them didn't meet.

"I'm back." Yu Wan saw Art walking in with his hands in his pockets, "I almost thought you were lost."

Art glanced at him, do you think I'm your coach?

"Where did you go?" Zhong Rui asked casually, "Did you really look for me?"

"Go out and buy something, and pay the bill by the way." Art was not loud, and he took his hands out of his pockets after sitting down. He quietly stuffed things to Zhong Rui from under the table, and leaned over his head and whispered, " Only one."

...It seems that they met, not only met, but also shamelessly eavesdropped.

Art was still carrying the cold air from outside, and when his fingertips brushed Zhong Rui's palm, it seemed that there was a scorching temperature flowing upwards along the palm of his hand, making his heart scorching hot.

Can't tell which one is more greedy for this temperature, the body or the brain, which one directs the action first, before the residual temperature left by the fingertips dissipates, Zhong Rui suddenly moves, grabs the hand that Kankan left, and feels The other party was stiff and at a loss for a moment, and Zhong Rui was no less surprised than Art. When he realized that he wanted to let go of his hand, he was held tightly by his backhand.

Zhong Rui didn't break free, and after a while, he curled up his fingers slightly, allowing the opponent's fingers to be intertwined with his.

No one noticed the movement here, only Zhong Rui knew that with his movement, some things could no longer be avoided.

When going back, Zhong Rui followed Art into the car without saying a word.

Art replaced the original bright orange sports car and drove a black Passat he got from somewhere. As soon as he got in the car, Art stretched out his hand. Hand over the cigarettes.

Zhong Rui resentfully handed in the cigarettes and lighter, but couldn't hold back after thinking about it, and complained: "My little wife doesn't care so much about her husband."

After he finished speaking and didn't hear the answer, Zhong Rui would have misunderstood: "No, I didn't mean you look like a woman, you pay attention to understand the spirit."

Art looked at him calmly, and said, "If I can take care of you justifiably, I don't mind being your wife."

... so flexible?

It was difficult to answer this, so Zhong Rui had to start another topic: "Did you hear me call just now?"

"I listened a bit," Arthon said, "I saw you touching your pocket."

Speaking of pockets, Zhong Rui couldn't help thinking of the close contact just now. He quietly observed Art, and saw that his face was expressionless. Thinking of it, he always had a feeling that Art was too mature for his actual age, so that he I always forget that the other party is actually more than five years younger than myself.

"Have you brought your driver's license?" Zhong Rui asked suddenly.

Art was a little confused, but he still took out the wallet and handed it to him.

"Inside, see for yourself." Art saw him watching carefully, "What do you want to see?"

"See if you've falsified your age. You usually look calm and self-possessed. It doesn't look like it." Zhong Rui saw the driver's license and took out his ID card to compare it back and forth. He didn't see anything unusual, so he had to return it back .

Art couldn't help reminding him: "You said it was a fake, can it be so easy for you to see it?"

"..." It seems to be such a reason.

There was no one on the road, and the car was driving smoothly. Zhong Rui closed his eyes, thinking about how to make things clear to Art.After thinking about it for 2 minutes, he fell asleep with the slight shaking. When he woke up, the car had stopped, he was covered with Art's coat, and he was the only one left in the car.

He got out of the car and saw Art leaning on the front of the car, playing with a silver lighter in his hand.

"It's so dark that I'm startled," Zhong Rui returned the coat to him, "Why don't you sit in the car, is it cold outside?"

Art stopped his movements and looked a little lonely when he looked up.

"I'm actually not as calm and self-restraining as you think," he said in a hoarse voice, "I'm afraid that if I stay in the car, I won't be able to resist doing something to you."

The author has something to say: The next chapter is about Wednesday night.