Han Zhijin?

How did he end up here?

Isn't he long gone?

Xia Wan'an frowned suspiciously, then turned around and rushed to Han Zhijin who was paralyzed on the ground in three steps and two steps.

"Han Zhijin?"

Xia Wan'an shouted Han Zhijin, Han Zhijin ignored her, and poured wine into his mouth vigorously.

"Han Zhijin!" Xia Wan'an raised his voice and shouted Han Zhijin again, and when he saw that he didn't react, he stretched out his foot and kicked his calf.

Han Zhijin moved his leg to the side, didn't even look at Xia Goodnight, saw that the can in his hand was empty, and threw the can forward with no quality at all, and then took a new can of wine from the shopping bag next to him.

This bear child is not worry-free at all!

Xia Wan'an thought about it, so he raised his leg angrily and kicked Han Zhijin again: "Han Zhijin, are you itching?" Believe it or not, I'll pump you! ”

Xia Wan'an used his strength this time, Han Zhijin was kicked and hurt, and looked up at Xia Wan'an angrily, his eyes were fierce as if he was going to kill.

In Xia Goodnight's impression, Han Zhijin has always been the kind of grandmother, and seeing his posture at this time, she was inevitably a little stunned in her heart.

Who knew that in the next second, Han Zhijin roared irritably: "You smoke!" ”

Good night Xia: "......" is capable, it's the first time I've seen someone shout out words that make people smoke themselves with such a fierce and vicious posture!

"You'd better smoke me to death!" Han Zhijin, who was still shouting righteous words in the previous sentence, his eyes were red in the next second: "Anyway, I don't have the face to live!" ”

Han Zhijin said, and began to pour wine into his mouth frantically like a masochist, perhaps because he poured it too fiercely and choked himself, he coughed violently, coughing and coughing, and a tear overflowed from the corner of his eye.

Looking at Han Zhijin like this, Xia Wan's peace of mind felt indescribably sad, she stared at him for a while, then walked up to him, stretched out her hand and patted his back gently, trying to make him cough not so much.

"Get out of the way! You don't have to worry about me! cough cough cough ......" Han Zhijin patted Xia Wan's hand away in disgust.

Xia Goodnight generously didn't bother with Han Zhi, and raised his hand again and patted him on the back.

Han Zhijin moved his lips, and wanted to scold Xia Goodnight, but he couldn't scold it in the end.

After Han Zhijin came to his senses, Xia Wan'an withdrew the hand on his back: "Don't drink, you've drunk enough, I'll call a car to take you home......"

"Home?" Han Zhijin whispered this word, and then his eyes turned even redder, "I...... I'm probably going to lose my home......"

Hearing this, Xia Wanjing turned his head to look at Han Zhijin.

Han Zhijin lowered his head, looking extremely decadent.

He didn't speak to her, but she saw big tears on his side, smashing on the ground.

Xia Wan'an pursed her lips and asked in a low voice, "Is something wrong?" ”

Han Zhijin was probably drunk, and his consciousness was not particularly sober, and after listening to Xia Goodnight's question, he muttered in a low voice: "I, I'm sorry for my little uncle...... I, I'm sorry for my little aunt...... I'm sorry they ......."

Xia Wan'an was a little puzzled, and didn't quite understand what Han Zhijin was talking about, just when she wanted to ask him what was going on, Han Zhijin said again in a sullen voice: "I only learned today that the day my little aunt left, I was so sad in my heart......"

(When I was thinking about the story, I was thinking that this time I must write about family and friendship, especially Han Zhijin, a boy who grew up!) This chapter really writes the feeling I wanted! ）