Chapter 292 Small things happening in the station

"So what if it's me? If it weren't for this damn rain, I wouldn't have come in!" "Pingping was a little angry. She stuffed the wrapper in Zhang Huan's hand, "This is the medicine your wife brought to you. I heard that you were injured, so I asked me to chase you all the way."

She hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help asking, "Are you really injured?"

The personal soldiers next to them all retreated tactfully, and Zhang Huan smiled a little embarrassedly, "Well! Actually, it's nothing?"

Neither of them said anything, and the atmosphere became a little subtle. Many years ago, Pingping was doing whatever he wanted in front of Zhang Huan, and she did not hide her inner emotions. However, as she grew older, her mentality began to change and she no longer showed her true feelings as she used to be. Especially when she witnessed the death of her father and brother, the pain of losing her relatives made her suddenly mature, and her face suddenly turned red.

"Come in!"

Seeing that there were water droplets hanging on his flat hair and his clothes were mostly wet, Zhang Huan quickly let her in. He took out a set of his own clothes from his luggage bag and placed them on the small table, "Change the clothes, don't you catch a cold."

He walked out of the room and gently brought the door.

The rain was still heavy outside, and the bright lightning flashed one after another, followed by waves of thunder. Zhang Huan stood in front of the window like a silhouette, staring at the dark rainy night, waiting for Pingping to change her clothes. Of course, he knew his wife's intention to ask Pei Ying to deliver medicine. He has regarded Pingping as his sister since he was a child, and never had the idea of ​​marrying her as a wife. Deep in his heart, in dark and lonely nights, he had always longed for a woman around him who was as beautiful and gentle as his mother. Whether Cui Ning or Pei Ying, they all made up for this. Even in Jing Niang, he also captured a mother's temptation. At least before he was thirty years old, he was making up for his childhood misfortune.

After the age of thirty, especially with the birth of his daughter, fatherly nature gradually spread in his heart. In the struggles of life and death, he began to feel physical and mental fatigue, a desire to be calm, a desire to be simplicity, and the desire to return to the carefree life of a teenager. With his wife's reminder again and again, he finally turned his attention to ordinary people.

It should be said that he always felt a deep sense of guilt towards Pingping. Not only did his master and Zhiyu die for themselves, but more importantly, Pingping always kept his body and never married. Her heart was on Zhang Shiba who grew up with her from beginning to end. So in the blind dates of her parents, she always used to escape by traveling. She is already twenty-five years old this year. What does this mean to be a lonely woman who has no father and brother and no background background?

Although love cannot give alms, family affection is a responsibility. He is Pingping's brother and her relative. He has this responsibility to take care of her life. But year after year, he never had the courage to face this responsibility. Time slipped away quietly in Pingping's calmness that never bothered him. But now, when he finally decided to take this responsibility, he was confused again. Pingping, would she regard her responsibility as a kind of charity? In her heart, can the current Minister of War Zhang, the governor of the Ministry of War, replace Zhang Shiba who used to fight with her on a rainy day?

Perhaps, she didn't need this so-called responsibility at all. This was the answer that Zhang Huan dared not solve, just as the scorching sun in summer could not understand the snowflakes in the cold winter. He no longer knew his ordinary heart.

"I'm fine!" The door opened, and a light was projected. Pingping, who had changed his clothes, appeared in front of him. The clothes seemed very loose. Zhang Huan suddenly laughed. When he was a child, Pingping liked to wear his clothes and pretended to be a tomboy and wandered around Taiyuan City. A familiar feeling arose from his heart.

"Have you eaten?" Zhang Huan suddenly felt that he was asking a little too much. He smiled self-deprecatingly, and several personal soldiers walked into the room with the food.

"Come on, let's have a meal together!" Zhang Huan's tone was relaxed, trying to ease the atmosphere in the room.

"Are you really injured?" Pingping looked at him in confusion. She was born in a pharmacy and had a natural sensitivity to the smell of medicine. If Zhang Huan was injured, why didn't he smell the smell of medicine?

"Don't ask, some injuries are not something you can tell." Zhang Huan responded casually, but suddenly he saw Pingping's face flushing inexplicably, and then he realized the grammatical problem in his words.

"I have a stomachache, where are you thinking about it?" Zhang Huan smiled and picked up the chopsticks and wanted to knock her head casually. This was also their usual habitual movement. They usually stretched their heads and hit them, and then ran to complain to their father. The reason why she was stupid was that Zhang Shiba always knocked her head with chopsticks.

But today I couldn't knock the chopsticks, so Pingping hid away nervously, "What are you going to do?"

"It's nothing, let's have a meal!" Zhang Huan took the meal and slapped it with big mouthfuls. He felt filled with loss. He once inadvertently discarded a leaf that recorded the past. When he picked it up again, the leaves were already covered with traces of time.

She had eaten silently, but she didn't say anything. To her, the man in front of her was familiar and unfamiliar. She was a persistent girl who had been living in her own dream. Zhang Shiba in the past represented the deepest emotional world in her heart. There was every day when their whole family was happy, her expectation when she delivered breakfast to Zhang Shiba every day, her father scolded her naughtyly, and her mother nagged and complained. Those days were ordinary, but they were her most precious and unforgettable memories.

Not long ago, her mother told her that Zhang Huan was going to marry her. She did not have the joy of ecstasy, but was a kind of unspeakable loss. Just as Zhang Huan took care of her was a responsibility, and she was also an obligation to marry Zhang Huan. She could not refuse, otherwise her father's spirit under the spring would not be able to rest in her eyes. But in Zhang Huan now, can she still find the shadow of Zhang Shiba in the past?

"Shibalang, my third uncle is married." Pingping finally remembered something interesting.

The second-rate Uncle Lin San actually got married, and Zhang Huan was also very interested, "Who is the bride? It can actually make our Uncle Lin San surrender."

"It's a widow. Her husband died two years ago. He was the daughter of the shopkeeper Yan, the coffin shop next to our Linzhi Hall." Pingping couldn't help but smile and said, "It's the coffin that always ran to his father to sue you when he was a child."

"It's her!" Zhang Huan tried hard to recall Yan Huan's appearance. A woman like a cocoon appeared in his mind and laughed, "Maybe this is fate! I hope my third uncle will get a noble son soon."

At this time, the personal soldiers brought in a steamed bun. Zhang Huan took one and broke it apart, picked up a piece of meat and took a bite and smiled vaguely: "Actually, I still like to eat your fried eggs, browned a little, and sprinkle a layer of salt."

Speaking of this, Zhang Huan's movements slowed down a little. Pingping took out a snack box from the bag and opened it. There was a snack box inside. Then, five or six fried browned eggs were lying quietly in the box.

She pushed the box in front of Zhang Huan, "Don't think about it, this was what I blew up for myself last night, so a few more."

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It was dawn and the rain was much lighter. It was drizzling against the roof tiles. A waking morning breeze woke Zhang Huan from his dream. He slowly opened his eyes and saw that Pingping had changed back to his clothes and was standing in front of the window to ventilate him. She hummed and wiped the rainwater seeping out of the window with a towel, looking relaxed and happy. Zhang Huan simply pillowed his head and looked at her back, observing her from a man's perspective.

Although her ordinary appearance is very ordinary, her figure is very good, which is related to her years of exercise. Her legs are slender and slender, her hips are full and graceful, and her whole body is filled with a vibrant vitality.

‘A snee!’ A cool breeze blew, and Zhang Huan couldn't help but sneeze. Pingping turned his head and saw him wake up. He quickly closed the window and blamed himself: “From my memory, I forgot that there is still someone lying here.”

Zhang Huan was angry, "Then what do you think this is? A piece of wood or a stone."

"No matter what it is, it will not be Shibalang in any case." Pingping smiled a little sly, "I think Shibalang should have swam in the river for five or six times now, so why are he still lying in the quilt?"

Zhang Huan felt a little hot on his face. He had not swim in the early morning for two years. Every day, he asked Pei Ying to call him up for breakfast. "I'm degenerate!" He got up and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Tomorrow, I will definitely get up tomorrow to swim in the water."

"After swimming, take another cold shower, don't worry, I won't break in again."

Pingping ran out while laughing, and the voice came from afar, "I'll get you breakfast."

She obviously forgot the embarrassment she had last night. Zhang Huan put on her coat and felt lighter. The biggest advantage of being peaceful is that she is in a happy and relaxed mood.

Soon, Pingping brought in a plate, two steamed buns, a bowl of thick rice, and two fried eggs. Zhang Huan took a bite and it was fragrant. He couldn't help but praise: "Our skill in frying eggs is perfect. There is no one in the Tang Dynasty. I can eat eighteen in one breath."
Chapter completed!