The contract is not yet complete

It's a beautiful night tonight.

It's a bleak night tonight, too.

Han Zhen carried Zhou Yi behind his back, not knowing what to say.

He wanted to tell the other party that the decision to get an international environmental impact assessment certification was made by himself, and he was not in a momentary rush, nor was he trying to seize any opportunity.At that time, Han Zhen was thinking that Zhou Yi had just graduated and was studying in this direction.

If he wants to go out, he, Han Zhen, will help build a bridge.

"Han Zhen."

Zhou Yi buried his face on the man's shoulder.

"The most difficult thing is not this. Do you know what Zhou Ming said after I came down?"

Han Zhen froze there, the tenderness tonight was wiped away, leaving only endless self-blame and sadness, Han Zhen turned her back.

"Stop talking, let's go home first."

"Zhou Ming said, Zhou Ming said he wanted me to apologize."

Han Zhen's heart seemed to have been stabbed alive.

·

Ever since Han Zhen went down to Dragon City, Zhou Yi almost never called Zhou Ming's father or anything in front of him. Even if he wanted to refer to him, he would use the word 'Master Zhou' when he had to.

Zhou Yi never called out the names of the remaining two members of the Zhou family in front of Han Zhen.

Whether it was Zhou Ming or Zhou Li, Zhou Yi always smiled and never said they were family members.

Zhou Yi put his arms around Han Zhen's neck and did not let go.

"Han Zhen, I have no home. No one in our family wants me anymore."

Even for Han Zhen, who is about 1.9 meters tall, his eyes were sour when he heard these words, and his throat was sore, "There is still me."

"I called the police as soon as I came down from the mountain. But Zhou Ming told me, Zhou Yi, what you did was wrong, you have to apologize."

Han Zhen knew why after he left Dragon City, everyone said that Zhou Li was the future successor, but Zhou Yi was not.

"why?"

Han Zhen felt that his footsteps were weak, "Because Zhou Li covered up the other party, but you didn't?"

"Ah."

Zhou Yi gave a small hum.

This sound is so fragile and so light, as if the story five years ago has become a light sigh.But Han Zhen knows that there is no past, and there has never been a past. No matter when Zhou Yi opens his eyes, the first thing he thinks of is where he is now.

"I've been arguing for a long time. Zhou Ming won't let me report the case. Fortunately, after I report the case, he won't be able to intervene in this matter." Zhou Yi sniffed, "Why do some people think face is more important than the truth?"

"It's not that face is more important than the truth, it's that Zhou Ming's heart was misplaced from the beginning."

Zhou Yi didn't speak.

After a long time, Zhou Yi sniffed deeply, wondering if this man seemed to be talking in his sleep while falling asleep.

"Brother Han."

"Why did you come back so late?"

Han Zhen felt that this journey was really too long. For the first time, he felt that it was such a long journey with just this little distance.

He walked to the front of the car with Zhou Yi on his back, and carefully placed him on the seat.

Zhou Yi closed his eyes, and there were some tear stains under the corners of his eyes, and the water stains reflected the miserable light under the light.Han Zhen bowed his head and kissed the man's cheek.

"this is not your fault."

It wasn't your fault in the first place.

·

When Zhou Yi woke up the next day, he only remembered that he seemed to be drunk. He still remembered the matter of Han Zhenlai, but he forgot everything afterwards.

"Grass, headache!"

He rubbed his head and got out of bed, only to realize that this was the house that Han Zhen bought last time.After Han Zhen didn't come back, Zhou Yi seldom came back here, because the house here is big, but it does look rather gloomy.

Without Han Zhen, Meng Zizai felt too lonely no matter how lively the atmosphere was.

Zhou Yi got out of bed directly.

The soles of the feet are soft carpets, and the temperature is not too low even if you step on them without shoes. Zhou Yi rubbed his head and walked out.This master bedroom is directly connected to a large study room. Zhou Yi walked to the door barefoot.

It turned out that Han Zhen was in the study.

No wonder Zhou Yi felt that something was wrong.

·

Han Zhen is writing calligraphy.

This man lit sandalwood, and even the whole bedroom was filled with a scent, which made people feel at ease. Zhou Yi knew why he slept so soundly when he was drunk yesterday.

This scent helps sleep and soothes the nerves, he felt extremely comfortable just standing at the door and smelling it.

Han Zhen stopped what he was doing, and the man looked up at Zhou Yi.

"woke up?"

After finishing speaking, Han Zhen frowned, and put down the pen, "Why don't you wear shoes?"

Zhou Yi thinks it's okay, it's already April, and he doesn't feel cold when the carpet reaches the door.After learning about the past, Han Zhen became more and more nervous, while Zhou Yi was wearing a white shirt, which was still empty underneath.

"What nonsense!"

After all, the man hugged Zhou Yi, but Zhou Yi didn't react for a while, the next second.

He was put on the chair by Han Zhen.

"Put it on," he knelt down on one knee and covered Zhou Yi's shoes, "And what's the matter with your clothes?"

"I didn't see it," Zhou Yi felt a little funny, "What's wrong with you today?"

Han Zhen was taken aback for a moment, he held Zhou Yi's foot and did not speak.They are all men, young, and naturally have much more blood than others.But Zhou Yi is different. This person is like a piece of ice. It's April, and it's still cold even now when he's clutching his feet.

"It's nothing, I want to take good care of you."

After Han Zhen finished speaking, he rubbed Zhou Yi's ankles. The man on the chair couldn't dodge in time, thinking it was some dirty joke that Han Zhen had come up with again.But if you take a closer look at the man's eyebrows and eyes, you can see that they are full of seriousness and tenderness.

Zhou Yi didn't know what happened.

"Why, could it be that I said something last night?"

Han Zhen was speechless for a while, and the man carried Zhou Yi back to the bedroom.Zhou Yi's heart stopped suddenly with such a gentle move.

Han Zhen said, "You called me Brother Han."

Zhou Yi blushed instantly.

·

"No, the reason I called you Brother Han is..."

Zhou Yi himself couldn't explain why, ten years ago, when Han Zhen just left Dragon City, this talent.

Han Zhen's family suffered a catastrophe that year. The once aloof Mr. Han was injured in his own home in Jincheng, not to mention his eyes, and he even hid himself on the train when he got on the train.

"It's because..." Zhou Yi faltered and couldn't speak.

He still remembers the first time he saw Han Zhen. At that time, the young master of the Han family threw away all his brand-name clothes, chose a ten-yuan suit on the street stall, and squeezed on the green leather train for several days. Sleeping, the day I arrived in Longcheng, the wound was still festering.

The pampered Young Master Tuesday naturally still remembers the surprise he felt when he saw Han Zhen for the first time. At that time, he hid aside and quietly watched the doctor treat Han Zhen's wounds. First, he felt that Han Zhen's wounds on his face were unpleasant. The second is that the young man's face is too gloomy.

When the gauze was untied, the horrible scene made Young Master Zhou cry out in fright. Those things in the past are still vivid in his memory.

In any case, it is impossible for Zhou Yi to call Han Zhen "Brother Han".

But Zhou Yi still shouted.

And this person has yelled only a few times, ten years ago when Han Zhen and Zhou Yi's relationship got better, once before Han Zhen left, and last night.

"You shouted quite affectionately, making me think that you remembered our agreement."

Zhou Yi's face turned redder.

"I called you Brother Han before because you treat me like a brother!"

Han Zhen smiled, "What about now?"

Zhou Yi remained silent.

Han Zhen got up and kissed the man's cheek, "I'll wait for you outside, and I'll talk after I get dressed."

After finishing speaking, this person really left the room, Zhou Yi was taken aback, this is wrong.

Xiao Biesheng is newly married, even if there was a little twists and turns in the middle, it has reached this point, and Han Zhen actually quit?

·

When he came out, Han Zhen was still writing.

This man has a decent family style, and was raised by the elders of the family when he was a child. Naturally, he can write well. Zhou Yi looked at it and could only simply say the word 'good-looking'.

I can't name any adjectives with unique style and smooth flow.

"No wonder grandpa likes you."

"Why? You are his grandson, doesn't he like you more?"

Zhou Yi is a layman, so naturally he doesn't know the gap and difference between the two brush characters, but Zhou Yi can see a little bit, "Grandpa likes you like this, let alone, your calligraphy is thicker than his, so it can be regarded as It should be more atmospheric."

Han Zhen smiled and said nothing.

Qin Muhua was lonely all his life, his wife left early, his daughter was also distracted from him, and a grandson only met after he became an adult.Coupled with the fact that he was getting older, this person's calligraphy naturally looked pale and haggard, but his skeleton was particularly distinct.

But every word of Han Zhen is distinctly different from Grandpa's. Han Zhen's words reveal a kind of awe and arrogance, which is rarely seen in the elderly.

"come over."

"What?"

Han Zhen hugged Zhou Yi, "Teach you how to write, and please grandpa when you finish writing. Don't say that I, Han Zhen, snatched away Zhou Yi's pro-grandpa."

"What a joke."

Zhou Yi had grasped a brush, but he hadn't learned it before, and Han Zhen even taught him how to hold it for a while.Zhou Yi had only been writing for a while before his hands began to tremble, and Han Zhen sighed.

"Why so unstable?"

"You try to stop your elbow in mid-air for ten minutes?"

Han Zhen held Zhou Yi's hand, "Take your time, don't rush, it's just writing, remember a few movements of starting and closing the pen, and when you write a lot in the future, you will know how the structure came about."

Zhou Yi still doesn't know what Han Zhen is going to do this morning.

The man held his hand and began to write carefully. Zhou Yi was still thinking about the word, but after writing for a long time, it was a "Zhou" back and forth.

He froze for a moment and smiled.

"When learning a brush, do you start by writing your name?"

Han Zhen stood behind this man and stared at Zhou Yi's eyebrows. During the day, Zhou Yi hid the pain of the past under the mask and never showed it again.

"No." Han Zhen shook Zhou Yi's hand and said, "That's not what it means."

Holding his breath, Zhou Yi followed Han Zhen's hand and wrote it again.

"Look at this week's words."

"Ah."

"Remove the outer frame, and there is a Ji inside."

Han Zhen lowered his head and kissed Zhou Yi's hair, "Don't worry, everything will be fine, my Zhou Yi."