what's your attitude

The car was very quiet, even though he couldn't fully hear what was said on the phone, Wang Hanqing also knew that it was Pei Rong's mother calling, whether he was urging Pei Rong to go up quickly.

Wang Hanqing was already satisfied, he didn't really have to have Pei Rong to accompany him on this day, Pei Rong could come down to see him, his wish had already been fulfilled.

It's just Chinese New Year. For Wang Hanqing, New Year's and New Year's are the same, but the names are different. Being able to meet Pei Rong is also his special way of celebrating.

When Pei Rong hung up the phone, Wang Hanqing didn't want to make things difficult for Pei Rong, so he asked, "Is it Auntie?"

"Yeah." Pei Rong nodded, "My mother told us to go up?"

Wang Han was stunned for a moment, his mind went blank, he forgot what to say, and it took him a while to come back to his senses, "The two of us?"

Fearing that Wang Hanqing would not feel his sincerity, Pei Rong repeated, "Yes, my mother told us to go up, don't blow the cold wind downstairs, and celebrate the New Year today."

"There are a lot of people in your family." If it was Wang Hanqing's own relatives, he wouldn't worry so much, but Pei Rong is different, he always has to leave a little way out for Pei Rong.

Pei Rong turned off the engine and got out of the car, walked to the co-pilot and opened the car door for Wang Hanqing, "Of course there are many relatives during Chinese New Year, it's okay."

Sitting lightly in the co-pilot, Wang Han looked at Pei Rong with a little pitiful look. Pei Rong signaled him to get out of the car, and he did so in a strange manner.

When boarding the elevator, Wang Hanqing was still a little worried. The moment the elevator door opened, the door of Pei Rong's house was also open, and someone was standing at the door ready to welcome them.

The person who spoke was an elder in his fifties, probably Pei Rong's uncle, "I resigned when I quit my job, why did I lose my temper so much, and left angrily after eating halfway through the meal."

The elders in the family thought that Pei Rong was angry with his father because of work, so he left.

Pei Rong smiled, neither explaining nor denying.

"Who is this?" Second Uncle asked casually when he saw Wang Hanqing behind Pei Rong.

Pei Rong stretched out his hand to grab Wang Hanqing's back, and pushed him to the front of the crowd, "My friend, Wang Hanqing."

Wang Hanqing didn't mind how Pei Rong introduced him to his family, friends or lovers, being able to stand side by side with Pei Rong in front of relatives was already his greatest satisfaction.

He followed Pei Rong to call for someone, and when he entered the house, the food on the table hadn't moved much.

Mom took out a set of bowls and chopsticks from the kitchen, and the cousin who was eating quietly was driven to the children's table, and Wang Hanqing managed to squeeze onto the dining table.

Lao Pei, who had been sulking in the room, was also "invited" out by his mother. The relatives talked to each other and advised Lao Pei not to lose his temper during the Chinese New Year.

"Uncle." When Wang Han called out, he deliberately stood up.

Lao Pei glanced at him, but didn't answer.

"He's saying hello to you." Mom tugged on Lao Pei's sleeve, signaling him to "take care of the overall situation".

Lao Pei took a deep breath, reluctantly, "Yes."

Being able to speak is no longer angry, the second uncle took out wine to entertain the younger generation, Pei Rong had to drive later and couldn't drink, so he poured Wang Hanqing a glass.

When Kang Mei thought of the injury on Wang Hanqing's arm, she stopped the drink, "Xiao Wang can't drink, he has stitches on his arm."

Family gatherings are not entertainment, and drinking is just for fun, and no one persuades them if they can't drink.

The second uncle took the wine glass back and said cheerfully, "I drink it myself, what happened to my arm?"

Wang Hanqing had a rare moment of wit, "I accidentally rowed."

The atmosphere at the dinner table was very good. Pei Rong's uncles were all able to say a few words. No matter how inarticulate Wang Hanqing was, he could still answer politely when people asked him.

When it came time to distribute the New Year's money, the uncles didn't drink very well, half a glass of white wine was a little bit sloppy, and Wang Hanqing had to stuff red envelopes into people, and he was still chanting, "Hold it, take it..."

Even so, after dinner, there was a repertoire of playing mahjong. There was only one mahjong table at home, and there was no place for Pei Rong. The elders' attention was all on mahjong. Nobody cares.

After the door was closed, Pei Rong asked concerned: "Are you not used to it? My uncle and the others are just like this, drinking and drinking."

Wang Han shook his head lightly. He is not blessed to experience the warmth brought by his family. He has no relationship with his parents. He once heard his parents use "coolness" to evaluate him. Thanks to Pei Rong, he can also feel it. A normal family atmosphere.

Pei Rong was not worried that Wang Hanqing would talk nonsense in front of his elders. Wang Hanqing seemed to be reckless. Most of the time, he knew he couldn't control his senses, so he would choose not to speak casually.

"Stay a little longer, let's go after twelve o'clock."

"Don't worry." When Wang Han said this lightly, he looked at the room.

Judging from the decoration and furniture of the house, the house should be old, but I don't know how long Pei Rong and the others have lived here.

The bookcases, tables and chairs by the window are obviously not suitable for Pei Rong's current height.

"What are you looking at?" Pei Rong saw the curiosity in Wang Hanqing's eyes.

Wang Han asked lightly, "Is this your home since childhood?"

Pei Rong recalled, "It doesn't matter, I moved once halfway. I moved here when I was in junior high school. It was the house of my dad's company."

That is to say, from the first time I saw Pei Rong, Pei Rong lived in this room.

In every corner of this room, there is the figure of Pei Rong.

The hobbies of other boys are probably electric cars, racing cars, and sports, while Wang Hanqing's hobbies are everything related to Pei Rong.

The curiosity in his eyes is almost ready to come out, Pei Rong is very understanding, "Want to take a look?"

Sure enough, Wang Hanqing nodded without thinking. He walked to the bookcase, and through the glass window, he saw the textbooks from his school days. The textbooks were arranged in order of grade.

"My mother didn't lose all of my stuff, she said it was kept as a souvenir." Pei Rong casually picked up the alarm clock on the table that didn't move needles, "This alarm clock was brought back by my dad on a business trip. After repairing it several times, it is really beyond repair. My mother didn't throw it away either."

Speaking of this, Pei Rong suddenly remembered something. He opened the bookcase and found a box from the top floor. When the box was opened, there was his harmonica lying inside.

The silver-gray body of the piano has some dark spots, Pei Rong held it back and forth and looked at it, "The reed of this harmonica is broken."

"You can change the reed." Wang Hanqing knew that this was the piano that Pei Rong used in middle school.

Pei Rong put the harmonica back into the box, "It's too troublesome, it's been so long, and you didn't give me a new one."

It's not like liking the new and disliking the old, it's just that people always have to abandon some useless past and embrace the people around them wholeheartedly.

The two looked through the photo album together again, and Pei Rong in the photo was exactly what Wang Hanqing remembered, and the sense of familiarity overwhelmed Wang Hanqing, making it hard for Wang Hanqing to tell what it was like.

Even Pei Rong felt emotional when he saw it by himself. It has been so many years in a flash, and he feels that he walked out of the campus, that is, two years ago.

It happened to be placed on the high school diploma, Pei Rong looked at himself when he was young and murmured: "My mother still keeps the school uniform of Jianxin Middle School."

"I want to see."

"Ah?" Pei Rong was taken aback, but didn't react too much, "What do you want to see?"

"School uniform."

Pei Rong laughed and said: "There is nothing to see, and I have it, but you also have it."

That's different, what Wang Hanqing wants to see is not just school uniforms.

Wang Han lowered his head lightly, and said in a low voice, "It's inconvenient to move, all the old things have been thrown away."

When Pei Rong thought that Wang Hanqing had a bad relationship with his parents, and that his parents would not help him keep his old things as souvenirs, the moment he moved out of the house, he felt as if he had been abandoned, and he felt inexplicably sad and distressed.

He stood up and walked straight to the closet, "I'll look for it, but I may not be able to find it."

My mother has obsessive-compulsive disorder. Even Pei Rong's clothes are organized by season, age group, and color. It is not difficult to find a school uniform from middle school.

Compared with the light-colored clothes of the boys, the blue and white sports suits stand out in the clothes.

Pei Rong took off his clothes and took a look, "I found it."

Wang Han walked lightly behind Pei Rong, he was quite good at making progress, "Can I take it away?"

"Hey!" At this time, Pei Rong already felt that something was wrong, he glanced at Wang Hanqing, "You are enough, what do you want to do, do you want to use it to build a doghouse for you?"

Wang Hanqing wanted to see Pei Rong wear it, but it was inconvenient now, so he had to take the clothes home.

At this time, someone knocked on the door, and my mother's voice came from outside the door, "Come out and eat some fruit."

After eating the fruit, I spend New Year's Eve with my family, listening to the countdown, and saying "Happy New Year" to each other. This is the most lively New Year that Wang Hanqing has ever had.

Before leaving, he took Pei Rong's school uniform with him.

Parents sent them to the door, and mother saw the extra bag in Wang Hanqing's hand, "What is this?"

Pei Rong didn't have the nerve to say it was his school uniform, "He has a dog at home, so he found a piece of clothing he didn't wear to make a doghouse."

It was weird enough to come to their house on purpose to take an unworn piece of clothing to build a kennel, but Mom didn't ask much.

"Drive slower."

There were very few vehicles on the street tonight. Occasionally, young people who were celebrating the New Year with their friends could be seen pressing the road. The two of them arrived home faster than usual.

After arriving home, with Pei Rong's help, Wang Hanqing took a shower first, and waited for Pei Rong to come out after washing. Wang Hanqing was still guarding him at the bathroom door.

"Why?" Pei Rong avoided Wang Hanqing and walked straight to the room. He had already guessed why Wang Hanqing wanted his school uniform. After a while, he would bite the bullet and agree, but it was his shame that pulled him back in the end.

Wang Han followed behind Pei Rong like a puppy, "Put it on."

Pei Rong stopped abruptly, and then pretended to be confused, "What are you wearing? Go to bed now."

"School uniform." Wang Hanqing didn't feel shy at all.