Some small things in Zhang Han

The alarm clock of the mobile phone rings at the scheduled time, but the owner of the mobile phone gets up earlier than the scheduled time. The TV in the living room is playing a glory professional league, so loud that you can hear it in any room.

When introducing the contestants, Han Wenqing just took a bath and wiped her wet hair. When introducing Captain Batu, when the commentator finished his almost fixed rhetoric and the director cut the camera to the close-up of Zhang Xinjie, he whispered:

"Good morning."

The person in the picture did not look at the camera, but pulled his hair back from his forehead with one hand and put on headphones. When Han Wenqing was still in Batu, Zhang Xinjie didn't have this habit, but every Batu game he watched after retiring, Zhang Xinjie would do it to show his forehead. He looked relaxed and became a little young.

If there is an opportunity, ask him why-Han Wenqing thinks so.

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At the end of the game, Batu narrowly won.

Batu fans at the scene were jubilant. This is their first championship since Zhang Xinjie took over as captain, which means a lot to Batu and himself.

"Captain, it's time to go out."

Song came to say hello to the one who hadn't picked up his headphones, but he pulled it down, and the bangs that had been gathered before were scattered. Because the competition time is a bit tight recently, the long hair that I didn't cut before is a bit eye-piercing.

"Well, get out."

Shake hands with the other team leader, enjoy the well-deserved cheers, and then respond with the official answers prepared before when the cameras and reporters' microphones flood in.

"Do you have anything to say to retired Han Wenqing players?"

Such a question caught him off guard, but he remained calm and spoke his answer clearly into the microphone.

"There is nothing to say. He himself should not be surprised that Batu won the championship. "

How can you really convey his feelings through the camera and microphone?

I wonder if it is a beautiful coincidence. Neither he nor he is good at words, so every time they were interviewed before, their words were impeccable. As always, this is Han Wenqing's creed and fixed answer. They all know it must be true. In this platform that will relax players, they can't show any anxiety and hesitation inside.

When Han Wenqing retired, he knew it wasn't so unbearable, but when no one was around, he would cry. It's as if he has just joined the Batu team, because he can't adapt to the rhythm of Han Wenqing. He practiced alone in the training room, and when he remembered Han Wenqing's operation during the day, he felt wronged and wept silently. My hands were busy with the operation, and tears just ran down my cheeks and into my mouth. I quickly stretched out my hand and wiped it before continuing to practice.

"Crying, did I bully you or something?"

Han Wenqing looked at him outside the door for a while. When he came in, he took some paper towels from the table at the door and didn't gently stick them on his face.

"The Korean team didn't bully me," Zhang Xinjie bit his lower lip. "I just can't keep up with the rhythm."

"Then wipe your tears and nose," Han Wenqing sat down next to him. "Even if you want to run in, you have to have at least two people?"

It was after this that Batu decided to cooperate with them as the center. In fact, the cooperation between them at that time was not amazing. Fortunately, for whatever reason, they later became partners, and no one left and no one was alone.

It's not surprising that Han Wenqing announced his retirement, but it's another matter to finalize it.

"I have long wanted to ask you, do you regard the training room as a safe haven?"

Han Wenqing came in and lifted the hair from his forehead.

"What are you doing!"

"See if you cry," Han Wenqing said seriously. "I can't look at you so closely after I retire."

He knows that his other half will never expose his negative emotions too much in front of the media, even after struggling together for so many years. If it weren't for Han Wenqing's pressing, Zhang Xinjie would never admit his frustration and fragility before him. This is not a form, but his paranoia.

"I'll show you that I didn't cry for it."

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Batu team arrived in Q city at noon the next day and got off the airport bus. Song saw a familiar figure.

"Captain, do you think that's Elder Han?"

Zhang Xinjie looked in the direction he pointed. Although people come and go, how can he be mistaken for someone else?

Han Wenqing also saw them and waved in this direction.

"Welcome to Triumph"

Han Wenqing hugged his former teammates who came running in turn, and the last one was Zhang Xinjie.

"Are the elders coming to celebrate with us?"

"Oh,no." He pointed rudely at Zhang Xinjie: "I'm here to pick him up."

Teammates said that this wave of hatred came without warning.

Put his luggage in the trunk and tell him not to habitually sit behind the co-pilot. When Han Wenqing was sitting in the driver's seat, Zhang Xinjie had already buckled his seat belt and looked at him with a face of "Remember to obey the traffic rules".

"Congratulations again."

This is the first sentence after they started this kind of solitude.

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Zhang Xinjie, from Han Wenqing, has been here twice before, once when he just retired and found this house. The rent here is reasonable, and the traffic nearby is barely convenient. The owner only left some necessary furniture at home, no extra, clean and tidy. Han Wenqing just added a computer and officially checked in. The second time, Zhang Xinjie packed a box of old things in the dormitory and put them in the dormitory to take up space. Sending them back to their hometown is unaffordable. It's a pity to throw them away. Two people discussed it on the phone and decided to put them in Han Wenqing's room first, and then they would take them back every time they got a chance to go home.

The layout of the house has not changed, but it looks more like Han Wenqing himself than before.

"Let's put the luggage down first," Han Wenqing opened the curtain that he forgot to open before going out. "Are you going out to eat or order later?"

"Let's order," Zhang Xinjie hung his coat on the hanger at the door. "It's convenient to eat at home."

Han Wenqing is sitting on the sofa, ordering food with his mobile phone. Zhang Xinjie put on slippers and sat next to him, stretched out his hand and slid the phone screen:

"I want to eat this, this has pickles? It's too sweet to eat these days. "

After ordering, Zhang Xinjie naturally put her head on Han Wenqing's lap when she saw the message expected to arrive in half an hour on her mobile phone.

"I'll take a nap and call me in half an hour."

He wouldn't have done this kind of coquetry, but after several times, he found that Han Wenqing seldom woke him up at the appointed time. He won't set an alarm clock for this nap. If Han Wenqing hadn't called him, he would have overslept, which was his worst thing.

Over time, Zhang Xinjie can only "do this". After a long time, Han Wenqing will always move, right? Pillows on his legs or shoulders won't keep him awake.

Listening to his slow breathing, Han Wenqing took off his glasses. Without glasses, Zhang Xinjie turned his head slightly and then continued to sleep soundly.

A few times, Han Wenqing looked so quiet that he was about to fall asleep.

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When the take-out was delivered, Han Wenqing carefully tried to replace himself with a cushion beside him and let Zhang Xinjie rest on it, but failed. Zhang Xinjie bleary-eyed rubbed his eyes, stretched himself and put on glasses on the tea table.

The table on the balcony can just seat two people, with room to stretch their legs, or sit face to face. The room was quiet, except for the sound of the washing machine turning.

"Do you still want to go out this afternoon?"

After dinner, Han Wenqing asked.

"Don't go out, I want to stay for a few days, and I will probably help brush the materials later."

"Your clothes are still being washed. Wearing my clothes is looser. "

"hmm."

Han Wenqing's figure itself is wider than his, and his household clothes are not close to his body, so Zhang Xinjie needs to pull up his sleeves to show his wrist.

"I should bring you some clothes, too," Zhang Xinjie said, pulling his pants. "get ready."

"Then remember to bring it next time you come," Han Wenqing said casually, "but I don't mind you wearing my clothes."

Zhang Xinjie found a book from the box he had put here before, which was the result of impulsive consumption in the bookstore when he was said on the Internet that his cultural literacy was not enough. It's about ancient Greek legends. After reading a few pages, I felt that this god was too narrow-minded. When he was angry, he asked him to go to the bedside to pick up the ashes.

But now I still can't see it.

In his house, wearing his clothes, both sides naturally go too far. Zhang Xinjie doesn't know whether he is too sensitive or Han Wenqing is too informal.

Besides, what should I call him?

I used to call the Korean team. After retiring, I followed Song in the team and called them seniors. If you call, just say "hello?" As it is now, it seems that you don't need a suitable name once.

Also called predecessors? That's very kind; Is that Lao Han? He is not Ye Xiu; So ... Wen Qing? That's disgusting.

"... Brother Han. "

He can feel sitting on the other side of the sofa Han Wenqing legs for a moment, and then slowly turned around and asked:

"You called me?"

"hmm."

Han Wenqing is embarrassed, and Zhang Xinjie is more embarrassed than him. What can I do? Calling you by your first name is like fighting. It's better to call brother Han than the previous name.

"Have you read this book?"

Han Wenqing looked at the cover of the book in his hand and nodded.

"Ah, I have seen a little."

"Then which god do you like best?"

"There's nothing I like, but if I have to say it, Rhea."

Because she is the goddess of time.

The story of the noble god who was in charge of the passage of time and abandoned her husband and children was not prominent in Greek legends. Han Wenqing was only impressed by her authority, because she kept time flowing.

"Do you have a favorite god?"

"No."

He doesn't remember where Rhea came from, and he hasn't read this book that belongs to him in theory.

"By the way, what did you just call me? Say it again. "

"Brother Han."

"Yes ..." Han Wenqing couldn't help licking his lips and put down his mobile phone and asked, "Can I change my name?"

"... for what? "

"What can you think of?"

"Korean predecessors."

"……"

"Lao Han."

"……"

"……"

"gone?"

"It's gone."

"Ah ..."

Han Wenqing thought that this was probably how his endurance was exercised.

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Han Wenqing's earphone is broken, and the voice of glory in Zhang Xinjie has been playing.

"Ah, ah, ah, Zhang Xinjie, you are shameless, even bring people to rob our Lanxi Pavilion boss. Is it true that after Lao Han left, no one suppressed you, and finally you will have a heart? No, I'm not saying that you can't move forward without spirit. For example, how about standing up and being positive with me now! "

Judging from his voice, it must be Huang Shaotian.

Let a priest confront him. This man's garbage style really hasn't changed at all.

Han Wenqing sat on the sofa and watched him finish the race. Although his hands itch a little, he is no longer a professional player, and the lonely smoke in the desert has long belonged to another place. It is a fact that his connection with Glory and Batu only exists in the past.

All the people and things in the past, now only Zhang Xinjie still exists.

"Qi Ying," Zhang Xinjie, who was silent for a long time, finally said something into the microphone. Of course, he didn't respond to the garbage: "I killed you."

The boss was basically controlled by Cao Wei. He didn't take part in the final. It is obviously not a wise decision to play materials in online games the next day. Zhang Xinjie decided to give the players some entertainment on the premise of self-reflection-beating the seniors who are not in our camp to boost morale.

Throw a torch first, and the boxer killed the unprepared swordsman. Finally, the effectiveness of the flame passed, and thousands of flame were thrown in the past.

Such a wordy swordsman can guess who it is.

A priest who can call his descendants "Qi Ying", not to mention.

Where there is a need, they can keep up. Even if their timing is not as accurate as that of Zhang Xinjie, who knows if they can have great luck? If they succeed, they will achieve great success. If they miss it, they will be able to disturb each other's sight.

Originally, this randomness was not Zhang Xinjie's style, but only this time, he knew that his mistake could not be corrected. If he makes a mistake, he may get something else.

He is changing, just like Han Wenqing at the beginning. Driven by the times, he is finally less stubborn.

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Han Wenqing's family has two bedrooms and a living room. Originally, Zhang Xinjie wanted to live in another room that night. As a result, when the sun was about to set, the window over there was broken by several children throwing things, not to mention how Han Wenqing showed his face and let Xiong Haizi queue up to apologize. In short, this room is temporarily uninhabitable.

"I sleep on the sofa," Han Wenqing waved. "There is a game I want to see. It's convenient in the living room. You can sleep in that room. "

I don't know if I got used to it in advance. At half past nine, Zhang Xinjie lost his voice in the room. Han Wenqing skipped the previous individual competition by watching the TV-on-demand competition, because the priest would not play there.

Turn it on mute so as not to disturb the people in the room to sleep.

One day at 9: 55, Zhang Xinjie sent a message asking him:

"I just checked. There is no football or basketball broadcast tonight, and there is no match broadcast. Are you watching the Go game? "

Han Wenqing read his letter and replied with a smile:

"It's recording and broadcasting."

I didn't go back there I may have fallen asleep.

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The next day, when Zhang Xinjie woke up, he saw Han Wenqing sleeping on the sofa. The blanket had slipped to the ground, so he picked it up and covered it again.

Sleep hasn't changed much.

He thought like this and smiled unconsciously.

Borrowing his words, he must have thought that he was in a good mood because he got up in the morning and saw the cloudless sky in Wan Li.