no way

Yan Jianghe was silent for a moment, before subconsciously lowering his tone: "No matter what he does with his seventeen-year-old son, it will not be easy to get money."

Yan Jianghe said: "From today onwards, I will pay you the treatment fee, so let your grandson stop."

"You're sick!" Feng Lao suddenly scolded him, his throat was leaking from the movement, "Do you think I like to stay in the hospital? Why don't you go out and pay me? Besides, do you need me?"

"..." Yan Jianghe was so angry that he let out his mouth, "Then what do you want to do? You don't want to stay in the hospital, so you come in too. If you don't let others help, it's not enough for me to pay you as an apprentice ? Why are you bullying a child? After tossing, you have another face that is so distressed that you want to die, who will you show it to?"

"Is that my tossing? That's Zhang Cong's tossing." Feng Lao said with a tough tone.

"What do you mean, old man?"

"Zhang Cong is forcing me." Feng Lao frowned, "That kid...too stubborn."

Old Feng's brows slowly relaxed: "It's hard to grab a straw, and you can break it if you can say it, and you have to toss for a while."

"Why is it just straw?" Yan Jianghe asked, really not understanding what this old bastard was talking about.

"Then let me tell you about him." Feng Lao said.

"As for Zhang Cong, he grew up alone. Compared with other children of the same age, this child is much more independent. When he was fifteen or sixteen, he blindly reported his age with his eyes open and said that he was eighteen. An unruly part-time job or something to earn money. But it is also because he has taken on too much that he should not take on at this age, so this kid's character..." Old Feng shook his head, coughed twice, It's a little hard to say.

Yan Jianghe glanced at him, without making a sound, raised his hand to pour him a glass of water from the thermos, Yan Jianghe touched the plastic water bottle to test the water temperature, it was just right.

Yan Jianghe handed over the water glass, and Feng Lao took a few sips along the straw.

Swallowing the water, Mr. Feng continued: "When I just moved across from his house, he also just moved here. I think this child is pitiful, and I wanted to take care of him more, but he just didn't want to. I never talked to him. Ignore it. They even dumped the garbage at my door..."

Yan Jianghe was delighted when he heard it: "Be rebellious in adolescence."

"Until one day, he had a high fever. He was alone at home, and he had been sick for an unknown number of days, and no one took care of him. The child was about to faint from fever." Old Feng said softly, "Guess what, he knocked on my house door."

Yan Jianghe paused, and wanted to give Feng Lao some saliva.

Feng Lao waved his hand and didn't drink: "Zhang Cong, he doesn't look like a child, but he wants to grow up better than any other child. Don't look at his virtues all day long. He's really not bad. He's just venting. .”

"Okay, I see." Yan Jianghe said, feeling a little emotional.

A city is always like this. On the surface, it looks peaceful and beautiful, but who really knows what kind of dirty things will sink in the bottom layer.Just like the tumbling vast sea, the waves on the surface are too rough, and the sea water is too rough. No one has touched the cold sand and dark stones under the deep sea.

Regardless of whether the heaven is fair or not, this world is really a way of life for each person, and they are all strange and incompatible.

"When you see him someday, help me persuade him." Feng Lao said.

"Advice for what?"

Old Feng glared at Yan Jianghe: "What do you think?"

Old Feng: "Actually, I thought about it too. This man, he can't do without tossing."

Feng Lao's voice was a little hoarse: "If I died like this under Zhang Cong's nose, he would just watch. He can't accept it. Don't blame him, no one's children can bear it."

Yan Jianghe slapped him hard: "You shameless old man, you really treat him as your grandson."

"Will he be able to kill me?" Feng Lao said, "He insisted on sending me to the hospital for treatment. I said I didn't have the money to die, but he said he had, so he would tie me up too. What can I do? I Just wait for him to retreat. Aren't many families like this. Or..."

Feng Lao suddenly looked at Yan Jianghe: "He can change his stubbornness, ask someone to help him."

Yan Jianghe looked at him in silence, his lips were tightly drawn.

"Anyway, you can persuade him. Although a person deserves to suffer in this life, it's almost enough." Feng Lao lay down slowly, closed his eyes and raised his head and yelled, "Besides, I'm not such a child-friendly person. "

Yan Jianghe put his hand under the quilt, touched Old Feng's arm, and it was cold from the injection.Yan Jianghe slowed down the drip speed, thinking that he should get a hot water bottle for the old man.

So Yan Jianghe went to the nurse's station and pulled a pillow wrapped in a pillow towel for him, and put the quilt on, then turned off the light, turned around and left for get off work.

Speaking of "fate", sometimes this thing is really mischievous. If Yan Jianghe could leave two hours late, he would be able to meet Zhang Cong, a "reform through labor prisoner".

When Zhang Cong entered the ward, he unconsciously slowed down his steps, like a cat, without making any movement.

He is really quite a contrast, the appearance of this Mao Qier is completely different from when he smashed down the door of his own house.

But even though Zhang Cong didn't make a sound, the pale light that sifted in from the corridor when he opened the door still exposed him.

"Come?" Feng Lao suddenly said, his voice hoarse.

"Fuck..." Zhang Cong cursed in a low voice, and was startled by him.Zhang Cong stood there for a while, thought for a while without turning on the light, and slowly walked towards Mr. Feng, "Old man, are you awake?"

"No." Feng Lao coughed twice, "I can't sleep."

Zhang Cong frowned: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." There seemed to be a little smile in Feng Lao's words.

"Oh." Zhang Cong said, "Hurry up and go to bed, you talk a lot."

"Turn on the lights."

Zhang Cong was a little annoyed: "Why do you turn on the light? You sleep with the light on? It's so dark that you can't sleep."

"Then how do you draw and do your homework with the lights off?" Feng Lao asked him back.

Zhang Cong: "..."

Zhang Cong hesitated for a moment, walked to the door and raised his hand to turn on the light, but he raised his arm for two seconds and didn't turn it on.He took out a pure black blindfold from his schoolbag.

Zhang Cong walked up to Mr. Feng, put the blindfold on his eyes, and then returned to the door and turned on the light.

A single headlight tube, the light is quite enough, Zhang Cong was blinded by the light, and immediately squinted.

He quickly turned his face to look at Feng Lao who was on the bed.The old man was lying flat on the bed, covered comfortably with the quilt, his eyes were covered with an eye patch, and there was a particularly obvious smile on the corner of his mouth, which smoothed out all the wrinkles.

This smile made Zhang Cong uncomfortable, and he immediately looked away, as if his eyes were stung again by the smile: "Fuck."

Hearing him swearing, Elder Feng actually laughed out loud while lying on the bed.

Zhang Cong: "..."

Zhang Cong ignored him, he looked up and saw a new bouquet of lilies on the table.

Zhang Cong walked over, picked up the lily and looked at it, staring at the fancy bow on the package: "It's still your apprentice. What kind of person is this? He must be very sick. The red bow with floral flowers , thanks to him being able to find it."

Old Feng laughed even more happily, his chest heaved for a while, and he was almost out of breath.Afraid that he would laugh himself to death, Zhang Cong raised his foot and lightly kicked the hospital bed: "Stop fucking laughing."

After finishing speaking, he took the mineral water bottle with carnations in it and went to the bathroom. It happened that the carnations were about to wither, and the lily was replaced by a smoked room, and the room smelled of medicine, which was very annoying.

When Zhang Cong came back from changing the flowers, Mr. Feng was no longer smiling. His breathing was very light. Zhang Cong stared nervously at his thin and bony chest for a long while, finally distinguishing a little gossamer-like floating from it. Then he sat cross-legged in the corner.

He dragged a stool to serve as a table, took out the homework list Tang Fuxing gave him from his pocket, opened his schoolbag and started writing questions.

The air is very quiet, Zhang Cong likes it, and hates it to death, sometimes he doesn't know what he is thinking.

In fact, studying this kind of thing hard, Zhang Cong really didn't rush to get ahead.Besides, even if he studies hard, who can he produce and where will he make his head?

He felt that he didn't have the qualifications to seek relief, and it was really stupid to frame "reborn" on "hard work".

It is nonsense to come out of the mud and not be stained, but the roots are stuck in it, no matter how white the flowers grow, they still eat mud, live on mud, and pretend to be innocent.

Zhang Cong didn't like it.

He learns, that is, wants to learn.Not a thirst for knowledge, not that noble.He is just idle, wanting to learn, that's all.

Several sets of questions were not too difficult, and Zhang Cong finished the homework in about two or three hours.

He got up and turned off the light, then sat back down.Zhang Cong didn't bother to tidy up his schoolbag, so Zhang Cong reached into his pocket and began to caress the cowhide envelope containing the money again.

After rubbing the dregs with his hands, he sighed deeply.The old man hummed twice in pain in his sleep.

The groaning sound when sick is probably the ugliest in the world.It was so unbearable and irritable that Zhang Cong almost got up and kicked over the hospital bed and the old man on the bed together.

He didn't know how long he sat there, the sky began to get dark, and a haggard beam of light squeezed in from the gap in the curtains, a thin white strip, hitting the dark ground in a daze, without even turning a corner It just broke.

Zhang Cong took out a sketchbook from his bag, and took out a pencil. He slowly turned the pen with one hand, thinking about what to draw, and waiting for the dawn.

When the curtains were reflected in a fluffy little haze, the room was adjusted to a low brightness that could wash out the sight clearly. Zhang Cong's eyes were fixed on the fine dust in the air, and the dust was gathered together in a pile. The pile, thin, whirled, but never landed.

His pen swished on the paper, and he drew a bouquet of lilies tied with a big flower bow.

When he carried his schoolbag and left, the old man was still asleep. Zhang Cong didn't call him, but went over and took the blindfold that had fallen by the pillow and put it in his pocket.

Get off the elevator and the clock in the hospital lobby reads 06:30.Now the hall is quite empty, with a few nurses and family members of patients walking occasionally, it is not as crowded as when the sun is shining.

Zhang Cong went to pay the money, maybe he was the first one to pay in the hospital today?In fact, it is not necessarily true. After all, no one can imagine what "suffering in the world" looks like.

The shaved cowhide envelope was empty. Zhang Cong stood at the entrance of the hospital facing the cold wind for a while, and suddenly found that the pull ring of Tang Fuxing's shabby clothes could not be pulled up.He couldn't help feeling that the fat man was really slim and weak when he didn't wake up a few years ago.

Zhang Cong turned the empty envelope into a ball and threw it into the trash can beside him.

"Hey." Someone from behind patted him on the shoulder.

Zhang Cong turned his head and saw that he was a middle-aged man in his 40s and [-]s, wearing a Lei Feng hat and a down jacket, wrapping himself airtightly.

Is it that cold?

Zhang Cong frowned: "What are you doing?"

"I saw you three times, and you came to the hospital to pay the money yourself," the man said.

what happened?robbery?Abducted?Zhang Cong's heart turned twice.Robbery doesn't speak like that, and abductees can't abduct him like that.

Although Zhang Cong's stomach is still empty so far, the man opposite him is a head shorter than him, and he is full of anger anytime, anywhere. He is very confident that he can beat this "Lei Feng hat" more than five meters away if he explodes. .

"Where's your family?" Lei Fengmao looked back at the hospital, "Are you sick in the hospital?"

Zhang Cong didn't want to talk to him, so he turned around and was about to leave.

"Hey, wait a minute." Lei Fengmao followed immediately, his voice was lowered, and his speed of speaking accelerated, "Are you short of money? I have a job here, I guarantee the money."

"..." Zhang Cong really wanted to turn his head and punch him before going to school, but he turned his head and didn't punch him.