Of course Lin Lin couldn't buy a bar, he just went to the toilet.
After they came back, they chatted for a while, and it was getting late, so they went home.
After listening to Lin Lin and the others talk about their relationship all night, Zhang Zhong thought it was good. It was a good thing that a thirty-year-old man could still think about these things.
Song Xiang listened to Lin Lin's advice and estimated that he would continue to attack the little secretary's hill after returning.
As for Lin Lin, although something unpleasant happened tonight, with Lin Lin's temperament, maybe he will be more positive.
Zhang Zhong suddenly thought of Xu Yuhan again. During the New Year dinner, he and Xu Yuhan exchanged several text messages, roughly talking about going out with Lin Lin and the others tonight.
Xu Yuhan should be watching the Spring Festival Gala with her parents at this time.
He originally wanted to send a message to say hello, but after thinking about it, he decided not to disturb their family's shared family life.
But what he didn't expect was that Xu Yuhan actually called at this time.
He had never thought of such a coincidence, and Zhang Zhong was a little frightened. In this life, if there is someone who can think of you while you are thinking of her, it will be a fate that can only be cultivated in several lifetimes.
"Are you home?" Xu Yuhan's voice was very low, a little sneaky.
Zhang Chong smiled and said, "We just finished the show and are getting ready to go home. Have you finished watching the Spring Festival Gala?"
"It's not over yet, but my parents are both sleepy and have stopped watching the New Year's Eve. They both went to bed."
"Then why are you talking like a thief?"
"Who do you think is acting like a thief?" Xu Yuhan's voice became louder, "Aren't I afraid of waking them up?"
She looked at the closed door. She estimated that no matter how loud she was, her parents wouldn't hear her. But mentally, she felt that she was doing something they couldn't let them know, so she subconsciously lowered her voice.
"Why did you remember to call me? Do you miss me?"
"Just a little thought."
"Really?"
"Well, maybe a little more than a little bit."
"Is that two o'clock?"
"You're so good at math. Are you going home now? Where did you get together in the evening?"
"I just came out. Well, let me take a look." Zhang Zhong looked around, "I'm on Qing'an Road. It's not that far from your home."
"Well, will you drive back?"
"I drank some wine and didn't drive. I'm going to take a taxi back."
"Oh, then go back quickly, I'm going to bed soon."
"good."
After Xu Yuhan hung up the phone, she lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling. When she heard that Zhang Chong was on Qing'an Road, she had the urge to run down and meet him, but she resisted in the end.
She told Zhang Zhong that she was going to sleep after hanging up the phone, but she didn't feel sleepy at all while lying on the bed.
Thinking of Zhang Zhong, she suddenly felt a bit like she was dreaming. The time was pushed back to more than a year ago, when he was just the parent of one of her students. Later, when she learned that he was a "fifth grade vegetable", she put him in a
He holds a very high position in his heart.
One day, he seemed to be riding on the light and slowly walked down from that very high position. Like a cloud falling from the sky, it was suddenly projected in her heart.
Surprised, happy, sometimes worried about gains and losses, afraid of disappearing in an instant.
She thought back to the first time she met Zhang Zhong, when Meng Mu's Xiaozhu was just starting out. He had Pengpeng with him and had a clean appearance. If he didn't speak, he would have thought he was a big boy.
At that time...
Buzz, buzz, buzz...
Xu Yuhan stood up, picked up the phone, and answered the call, "Why did you call me again? Are you home?"
Zhang Zhong smiled softly and said, "No, didn't you say you were going to bed? Why are the lights still on?"
"I haven't...how do you know my light is on?" Xu Yuhan said in surprise.
"Look out the window."
Xu Yuhan stretched her head to look and saw Zhang Zhong standing there under the streetlight at the entrance of the community.
"How about you, are you willing to come down and walk with me..."
Toot, toot, toot.
The phone hung up.
A minute later, Zhang Zhong saw a figure running out of the darkness.
Seeing Xu Yuhan's cumbersome steps, Zhang Zhong couldn't help but laugh. It seemed that everything on TV was a lie. In this winter, with such thick clothes, there was no way he could run as gracefully as he did on TV.
When Xu Yuhan ran up to her, Zhang Zhong hugged her in his arms. Although she looked bloated, Xu Yuhan was very light and it took no effort to pick her up.
"Why are you here?"
"Because you miss me. Let's go, I'll take you to New Year's Eve."
The two of them were walking hand in hand on the sidewalk. A cold wind blew by, and Xu Yuhan couldn't help but lean into Zhang Zhong's arms.
Zhang Zhong looked at the time and said with a smile, "In two minutes, it will be next year."
Xu Yuhan held Zhang Zhong's hand tightly, "For these two minutes, you belong to me."
"These two minutes belong to us."
Zhang Zhong said slowly.
Suddenly, a snowflake fell from the sky, staggered to the ground, and finally fell to the ground, then disappeared.
Then came the second and third pieces, no one could count them.
"It's snowing." Xu Yuhan stretched out her palm and caught two snowflakes, but they turned into snow water.
"You know, when I saw you downstairs just now, I suddenly remembered a poem you wrote." Xu Yuhan raised her head and said.
"What poem?"
"You come, like a small order, from an allusion of love, from Jiang Baishi's words, in rhyme."
It's the song "Waiting for You, In the Rain".
"I also remembered a poem." Zhang Zhong said.
"Which one?"
"On a day when the sky is full of snow, you must go out for a walk with the person you like. Walk from one end of the road to the other. After returning home, you find each other and accidentally hold hands and walk together until the end of the road."
Zhang Zhong thought of this poem. Although it was not a very good poem, it was quite interesting and suitable for the occasion, so he said it casually.
"We've come to the end of the road..." Xu Yuhan recited this poem silently, feeling a little happy and a little surprised, because she had never heard of this poem before, and it hadn't been in "Lotus Leaves Collection" before.
But she didn't ask. She would regard this poem as a gift given to her by Zhang Zhong. Whether it was a gift or not, she would hide it in her heart.
The snow gradually became heavier, but Xu Yuhan was not anxious at all. Zhang Zhong took off his scarf and wanted to cover Xu Yuhan's head, but she firmly refused.
Probably because I just listened to Zhang Zhong’s poem, and my mind is still thinking about the sentence “Hand in hand, we will grow old”.
After his hair finally turned white, Zhang Zhong sent Xu Yuhan back to the gate of the community and warned, "Brush off the snow quickly so you don't catch a cold."
"Well, be careful on the road."
After seeing off Xu Yuhan, Zhang Zhong took a taxi at the gate of the community. After a while, a taxi stopped. As soon as Zhang Zhong got in, the driver smiled and said, "Young man, aren't you in a bar? Why are you here?"