The next day was the weekend and he didn't have to go to work, but Tang Xiping got up early according to his biological clock.
It was early winter, and the temperature in the morning had already made people shiver, so he added a long coat before going out.
He didn't take the elevator, and walked down the stairs slowly as if he were taking a morning walk. After two floors, he saw the figure outside the door of the opposite unit without any surprise.
Han Ning stood motionless against the wall, and didn't look up when he heard his footsteps going down the stairs. It was as if his whole body had turned into a sculpture, standing silently waiting outside the door of that person forever.
Tang Xiping was about to go downstairs when he saw his footsteps turn around, and stood leaning against the wall with his arms folded.
At six o'clock in the morning on the weekend, the surrounding area is still very quiet. A distance away from the turn of the escalator, the two grown men faced each other in the narrow space at the stairs.
Neither of them spoke. After a while, Tang Xiping broke the silence.
"… do you know."
He said so, but he didn't care about the other party's reaction. Instead, he continued on his own: "Experiencing death under hypnosis is actually quite risky."
Han Ning silently moved slightly.
"It's all done for you, you should understand his mind, right?"
His tone was gentle and gentle, with a faint hint of toughness. It sounded like a suggestion, but it also seemed like a warning: "I will eat some messy vinegar in the future, and you might as well think about it before you get sick—let him bear this kind of pain." Is it worth the price?"
At this point, Han Ning finally looked up at him. The moment the four eyes met, the atmosphere in the entire space suddenly stagnated, as if there was a breath of tit-for-tat separating the two of them in a trance.
It was silent for a long time, until Tang Xiping took the lead to look away, the oppressive feeling gradually faded away.
When he spoke again, his tone became much more relaxed, and it became a little teasing: "...Let me tell you, if you had gritted your teeth and locked him in the small room that night, he probably wouldn't have acted like that." So angry now."
"You also know the situation in his family. His parents are divorced, and his views on marriage are sensitive. You are good, and a divorce agreement is thrown in his face in a blink of an eye..."
Saying this, he thought of something, and immediately smiled and narrowed his eyes: "It's thanks to you, I've known him for so many years, and this is the first time I've really seen him being provoked—"
Before the words were finished, a closed door in front of him suddenly opened without warning.
The voice seemed to be a switch. Han Ning, who had been silent since just now, came alive at this moment, stood up straight instantly, and looked over with burning eyes that almost had a real temperature.
However, Yan Qingshan who opened the door directly ignored the big living man standing in front of the door, but looked towards the opposite side, his eyes getting colder and colder.
Probably just woke up, he was wearing a set of SpongeBob pajamas.
The warm bright yellow stands against the cold white of the skin, showing a pleasing freshness for no reason, but looking at the cartoon patterns on the clothes, it makes people feel awkward and cute, and paired with that frosty expression, the eyes are still drooping. Wipe away bruises caused by poor sleep...
Looking at his multiple contrasting appearances, Tang Xiping couldn't help laughing: "Okay, okay, no fried hair... You didn't, you didn't, I was talking nonsense, okay?"
Yan Qingshan's tone was not kind: "What's the matter early in the morning."
"Ah, it's nothing. I just happened to be going downstairs to throw out the trash, so I passed by and chatted for a while."
To be precise, it should be his one-sided awkward chat. After all, Han Ning never responded from the beginning to the end.
... go downstairs to take out the trash
Hearing this, he glanced mockingly at the empty-handed appearance of the other party. Mr. Yan didn't even bother to break through this kind of nonsense that came out of his mouth. He ignored him and turned to look at the figure standing aside.
From the moment he opened the door, Han Ning's gaze was glued to his face without a moment's notice, and he was so eager and focused that it was the same as before.
Looking down slightly to look at his chest, his expression was like being cut by a sharp knife, revealing a kind of self-blame and distress that went deep into the marrow: "Baby..."
As a result, as soon as he heard the beginning, Yan Qingshan immediately frowned in disgust: "What are you calling? It's not big or small." He raised his chin slightly as a gesture, "Call me senior."
Lawyer Han, who has always been ruthless in court with his words like swords, words like swords, sharp tongues, and ruthless words, now his voice choked in his throat very rarely: "..."
Taking advantage of getting up, Teacher Yan made a fuss out of no reason: "Don't want to call? Then don't go in."
After finishing speaking, he made a gesture to close the door and go back to the house.
As expected, Han Ning resigned in a very polite way: "Senior..."
Stopping closing the door, Yan Qingshan glanced at his hand: "Where's the agreement?"
Han Ning remained silent.
On the other hand, Tang Xi, who was standing at the side, was full of smiles, and he was not guilty of complaining in person: "I was torn by him."
"Oh..." Yan Qingshan responded casually, with no emotion in his tone, "Do you regret it?"
Han Ning stared at him eagerly, was about to nod, and heard him continue in the next second——
"If you don't want to leave the house completely, then draw up a new one for me, and distribute it as you like. I don't mind signing it again."
"..."
In just one minute, Lawyer Han's voice choked again.
Han Ning had been thinking hard all night before, and he hadn't figured out how to coax him back. Seeing that the other party was obviously still angry, he could only take a step forward and reach out to hold him. Seeing that the man did not avoid him, he sent the other party back. Putting his fingers together in his palm, he pinched his fingertips carefully begging for mercy:
"… I was wrong."
Yan Qingshan said he was unmoved, still looking at him with a blank expression on his face.
- Heh, what a stomach full of bad water.
—Thought I'd feel your hands were cold and think of you foolishly freezing outside all night and let you in? Think I can't see that you're being pitiful? It's not like I don't have a key! I didn't sleep well for the third night in a row!
Just like that, the two looked at each other silently for a few seconds, and then he snorted mockingly: "Don't get me wrong, I haven't forgiven you yet."
Han Ning held his hand a little tighter, and his voice was extremely low and deep: "...OK."
Yan Qingshan twitched the corner of his mouth, and turned to get out of the way.
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"Three Great Tricks to Deal with Han Ning" by Yan Qingshan
With actual combat
#1 Acting like a baby
Yan Qingshan: blablabla... okay, Ningning
Han Ning: Well, well, whatever you say is fine!
#2 Fake crying
Yan Qingshan: Hey, hey...
Han Ning: Ah, don't cry, I will give you my life!
#3 Die for him
Yan Qingshan: GG. Something happened to burn the paper.
Han Ning: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu