Chapter 75 On Happiness [Final Chapter]

Han Han, who came out of Meizhou Restaurant, was silent.

A person sat quietly in the co-pilot, looking out the window, as if he could see the faint future through the fleeting dead wood.

A ray of winter sunlight shines directly through the sunroof of the car, and with the shadows, the interior of the car is reproduced like a black and white painting, but a touch of bright red ink on the lips dyes the whole youth.

Looking through the glass of the car window, I can vaguely see the man driving next to him, who is not handsome, but his face reveals a bit of determination for the future and persistence in his dreams.

The emaciated body is not safe, but it has a kind of masculinity that is rare in modern society, and the corners of the mouth are raised, as if they are in harmony with the winter sun.

Unconsciously, the corners of Han Han's mouth also curved an arc, and he slightly lowered his jaw to hide a touch of surprise in the dark, but it happened to be looked at by Zhang Qi, who was looking at the reflector and was about to change lanes.

"Hehe, what are you doing by yourself?" The strange tone instantly destroyed the previous atmosphere, Zhang Qi looked at Han Han with a smile, and the latter looked angry.

"Drive your car, where is so much!" glaring at Zhang Qi viciously, Han Han directly twisted his head to the side.

"Isn't this concerned about you, I told people that we got the certificate, but I didn't even say a word of condolences, and I was too incompetent." Zhang Qi said with a grin.

He climbed along the pole, Han Han didn't answer when he heard this, but just snorted coldly.

"You still get a certificate with your high school students, at the age of graduating from college, you have to go to high school to pick up girls, you are so embarrassed!" A sentence directly mocked back, but the surprising Zhang Qi did not resist.

In fact, Zhang Qi also felt awkward when he first became a senior in high school, and he didn't learn a little bit of his skills after half a semester, and he was full of emotional debts.

Thinking about the half a year of high school life after that, or even four years of college life, Zhang Qi is one head and two years old.

This time he went to Beijing, Zhang Qi was also thinking about whether to apply with Mr. Qi and change his job a little.

Driving with a wry smile, Zhang Qi quickly parked the car in the garage and handed the car key to Han Han.

"What? Don't go up? Stunned, Han Han looked at Zhang Qi in some surprise and asked.

When he said this, Han Han's first reaction was to regret it.

In the final analysis, other people's emotional life is other people's business, and it is somewhat too much for me to confuse Zhang Qi's work with feelings.

And men love face, Han Han thought that he didn't leave half a minute of morality when talking to Zhang Qi, and at this time, watching Zhang Qi hand over the key, he couldn't help but chuckle in his heart.

"If you don't go up, I'll buy a plane ticket later, and I'll be on the New Year soon, and I'll be rushing to Beijing." Shaking his head, Zhang Qi smiled at Han Han.

An inadvertent glance made Han Han fall silent for a moment.

In just one day, so much has happened.

When all the problems were solved, when everything settled, when the sun appeared after the wind and rain, how Han Han wanted the storm to come longer at this moment.

Hypocritically showing a smiling face, Han Han pretended to be casual and nodded, and then looked at the time.

"Let's go upstairs first, I'm tired of the day, I'll let someone else book the ticket for you." The voice was calm, but in the quiet carriage, Zhang Qi heard a hint of trembling.

With a sigh in his heart, Zhang Qi nodded and walked out of the car door first.

Han Han followed, but the moment he closed the car door, he suddenly felt empty.

Next time, when will I still be able to sit in the co-pilot's seat, and who can take the helm for my life.

Looking at Zhang Qi's back with a somewhat confused gaze, Han Han cleaned up his mood, quickly walked to Zhang Qi's side, took the car keys, and walked towards the elevator side by side.

The more parting, the more difficult it is to give up, and the more upset the more infatuated.

Zhang Qi naturally discovered the changes and hiding of Han Han's mood, walked into the room without saying a word, poured himself a glass of water, and sat on the sofa without speaking.

To like is to be presumptuous, and to love is to be restrained.

Maybe Han Han was presumptuous to himself more than anything else in the past, but now when he felt the restraint of the other party, Zhang Qi inexplicably felt the heaviness of his heart.

What he said casually at the dinner table, Zhang Qi didn't know if Lu Dao had entered Han Han's heart, but it made him remember it firmly in his heart.

Sitting on the sofa like a puppet, Han Han was also motionless, and after half a sound, Zhang Qi finally spoke.

"Time flies, a year will pass quickly." Sighing softly, Zhang Qi himself didn't know, he sighed whether time flies, or the years are like water.

"One year, I am a year older, and I am one step away from happiness." Han Han took the words, with a somewhat inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth, but his voice was heartbreaking.

Zhang Qi was stunned for a moment, looked back at Han Han's somewhat sad eyes, and shook his head.

"Let me tell you a story, would you like to hear it?" The sun in Jiangnan City fell a little later, but at this moment, the sky was also dark, Zhang Qi looked at the sky outside and asked softly.

"Story? What to say. Han Han was stunned for a moment, and his voice was somewhat low.

She has been exposed to a real society since she was a child, and the chicken soup for the soul is not even as affordable as instant noodles for a night, although she doesn't know what Zhang Qi wants to talk about, but it is estimated that it is not much different.

Leaning towards Han Han from the sofa, Zhang Qi looked at Han Han seriously, and then asked a question.

"What do you think happiness is?"

In a word, Han Han was obviously stunned for a moment, and suddenly didn't know how to answer.

It's one step away from happiness, but what is the happiness you are talking about?

After pondering for a while, Han Han suddenly twitched the corners of his mouth, pouted and glared at Zhang Qi.

"Didn't you tell me a story? Why did you ask me before you even spoke? Seeing Han Han's somewhat annoyed mood, Zhang Qi couldn't help but be happy and waved his hand gently.

"Well, listen, I used to be on a mission in West Africa, and every day I woke up with countless enemies, and I never knew who would send me a bullet in the back, do you think I'm happy?" Zhang Qi said in a low voice, but there was always a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Han Han was stunned, in fact, although she knew that Zhang Qi was an agent, she really didn't expect this family to carry out a transnational mission.

Listening to Zhang Qi's words, Han Han hesitated for a moment and then shook his head.

There are all enemies as far as the eye can see, and that helplessness and loneliness do not seem to have anything to do with happiness.

"You're wrong, I'm happy because I'm still alive, and I still have all-natural vegetables and steaks, as well as Swiss non-real-name bank cards that have been looted from time to time." Zhang Qi grinned, but Han Han's face changed.

She once thought that her childhood was the hardest, and in the past 20 years, she has hardly been happy for a day, living under endless pressure and intrigue every day, but compared to Zhang Qi, she seems to be nothing.

At least, I still have my father, and I can still lie on a warm bed, not a meadow where enemies can appear at any time.

A trace of heartache flashed in his eyes, Han Han didn't know why Zhang Qi could smile so brightly, and he didn't know how Lu Dao's emaciated figure shouldered such a heavy responsibility.

But there is no doubt that no matter how strong a man is, he will not be more responsible than Zhang Qi.

After all, he shoulders the entire Motherland.

"I've been on a mission since I was a child, if it weren't for the coincidence, I'm afraid I would have more injuries on my body now than the lion in Lugou Bridge in the Qiqi Incident, do you think I'm happy?" Zhang Qi sighed softly and looked at Han Han and continued to ask.

Happiness? Han Han didn't know whether to nod or shake his head.

She only knew that this man who was first considered a red third generation by herself, and then misunderstood as an ordinary agent, turned out to be a hero that no one knew about at the end.

And he, no matter how misunderstood, never seems to have defended.

"I'm happy because the bullets and stab wounds are left on my body, not on my face, not in my head." Zhang Qi was still smiling, but Han Han found a bit of loneliness in his smile.

Is he really happy?

Compared with those martyrs who have been martyred, Zhang Qi is indeed happy, but compared with those children who live in the halo of their parents and have been holding a golden soup spoon since childhood, can Zhang Qi still be happy?

Seeing Han Han's stunned look, Zhang Qi gently grabbed the other party's slender little hand, the warm big hand seemed to make her feel a trace of winter warmth, and her pretty face was red but she didn't retract her hand.

"Sometimes don't think too much, when you feel that you are not happy, you are living in happiness, because if you are really unhappy, you are not qualified to mention these two words." Zhang Qi's voice was very gentle, but Han Han still didn't answer.

"For example, if I want to eat now, I have a bowl of instant noodles and a piece of bread at home, and if I eat it, I will be happy."

"For example, if I want to go to the toilet now, and the toilet is empty, I am happy."

"For another example, I want to have a woman to accompany me to relieve my loneliness, and if you are by my side, then I will be happy."

Looking at Han Han with a melancholy face, Zhang Qi said softly, and seeing a smile on the corner of the latter's mouth, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Is your own happiness really right? Zhang Qi himself didn't have an answer, but at this moment he didn't want the girl next to him to feel any more unease and gloom.

"Zhang Qi, I found out for the first time that you are so talented as a god, it is estimated that nine times out of ten you will deceive the girl, but unfortunately, the old lady does not eat this set!" With a light snort, Han Han pulled his hand out of Zhang Qi's hand fiercely, and walked towards the bathroom with a wrinkled nose.

Happiness is to take a hot bath first and wash away your troubles.