no way

But that's all.

"Love" is a thing, who can't give in to it?Hearts of stone will be broken into dross.

Yan Jianghe and Zhong Ning came very coincidentally, Zhang Cong just came out after treating the wound.

He changed into a pair of pants, put a large Band-Aid on his forehead, brushed his hair aside, and washed his face thoroughly. He finally looked like a human being, not a ghost dug out of a mud pit grave.

Yan Jianghe is very conscious.He simply abandoned Zhong Ning with peace of mind and went to sit in the back seat with Zhang Cong.

Yan Jiang He Rentou just got into the back seat, and before closing the car door, one hand was grabbed by Zhang Cong.

Fortunately, Zhang Cong didn't intend to yank off Yan Jianghe's hand and paw this time.

Yan Jianghe closed the car door, thinking again in his mind—even if Zhang Cong wants to take his hand off again, what can he do?

——Yan Jianghe could only lean over and hug Zhang Cong.

Yan Jianghe glanced at Zhang Cong, and Zhang Cong clasped his hand to feel it around.There was a pinch mark on Yan Jianghe's wrist, and the skin was torn around it.

Zhang Cong lightly touched Yan Jianghe's wrist twice with his fingertips, but remained silent again, bowing his head and kissing Yan Jianghe's wrist.

Yan Jianghe: "..."

Yan Jianghe sighed deeply in his heart.The damage to his hands and necks was actually caused by Zhang Cong's pinching.

Yan Jianghe didn't ask Zhang Cong any more, and he didn't worry about how Zhang Cong got his ruined appearance.It's not appropriate to toss anything now.

Yan Jianghe thought that Zhang Cong was terrified, so he had to coax him like his own parents.Only now did I know that Zhang Cong was frightened, Zhang Cong's little courage was frightened to pieces, and he was completely scared.

What is the low level of "undecided"? Zhang Cong's soul has probably been torn apart, and there are no dust left.

Why did Yan Jianghe forget that Zhang Cong is actually very timid.The treasure in his hand is nothing more than a tiger skin made of sheep.

Yan Jianghe raised his other hand and grabbed Zhang Cong's hand.He felt the back of Zhang Cong's hand tremble violently in his warm palm.

Yan Jianghe was about to be put to death by Zhang Cong.He quickly tightened his palms, and inserted five fingers into Zhang Cong's fingers.

Zhang Cong is also honest.He didn't say a word, but his tall body was half leaning on Yan Jianghe's body, interlocking his fingers with Yan Jianghe obediently.

Zhong Ning was driving in front and nearly lost his eyesight.

There is a biting, bloodthirsty beast, licking its fierce teeth, and following him delicately.

Zhong Ning tried his best not to pursue the weirdness behind him.He concentrates on driving, and silently hypnotizes himself: "Concentrate on driving, safe in and out, civilized traffic, harmonious society, and happiness for you and me."

No one spoke in the car this way, and Zhang Cong also "wrapped" around Yan Jianghe all the way.Even when I got home and got off the car, I still refused to let it go.

Yan Jianghe just said hello to Zhong Ning, and when he turned around, he met Zhang Cong's straight black eyes.

"Hey..." Yan Jianghe surprised Zhang Cong.

At this time, a delivery man walked behind them.

Zhang Cong looked deeply at Yan Jianghe, as if he was afraid that he would fly away in the next second.

The phone in Zhang Cong's pocket rang, but he didn't answer it.It took him a while to let go of Yan Jianghe's hand, turned around and walked away.

Zhong Ning rolled down the car window and tugged Yan Jianghe's sleeve: "What is your bear doing? Is he okay?"

Zhang Cong finally stopped the delivery boy in front of him.Yan Jianghe saw Zhang Cong's lips moving from a distance, but didn't hear what he was saying.Yan Jianghe saw the takeaway brother retract the phone from his ear, and at the same time Zhang Cong's phone rang far away.

Yan Jianghe didn't know what Zhang Cong was doing. He looked at Zhang Cong's profile and said in a daze, "...it should be fine. Maybe he was shocked and didn't react. He was very timid before, and he didn't have the guts yet. Half the size of a pinky fingernail."

"..." Zhong Ning saw Zhang Cong took two bags of food from the delivery boy and walked back.

"This kid ordered the meal? He didn't order it right?" Zhong Ning was so shocked that he had to stretch out his fingers, "Isn't he frightened and stupid? He was so frightened that the dog gnawed at the mud and didn't say a word. I will say it, and I am still thinking about whether you have eaten or not?"

Yan Jianghe was also dumbfounded, his temples twitched all the time.

Zhong Ning couldn't believe it: "I really want to peel off his skin and see what's inside him."

"God..." Zhong Ning quickly withdrew his hand out of the car window, subconsciously rubbing his arms twice.

Yan Jianghe's feelings are no better than Zhong Ning's.

He had long understood that Zhang Cong was hindering him, and even said that in Zhang Cong's eyes, no one else was precious except him, which was not too much.

But Yan Jianghe really never thought that his weight in Zhang Cong's heart was so important.

Walking in front of this person, all his madness, all his morbidity, all his delicateness, all his contradictions, whether beautiful or unbearable, were all given to Yan Jianghe.

For Yan Jianghe, Zhang Cong can be joyful, trembling with sadness, frightened to death, and gentle like a hair.As long as it is for Yan Jianghe, Zhang Cong is fine.

Zhang Cong came over, seeing Zhong Ning as nothing, he grabbed Yan Jianghe's hand, and finally opened his mouth to speak: "Go home."

Yan Jianghe was taken aback, stumbled by Zhang Cong.He was stunned for nothing else - why is Zhang Cong's voice hoarse?

It was fine when I was on the phone, what's wrong?The sound was audible, like a broken chainsaw stabbing scrap metal.

Yan Jianghe didn't care about Zhong Ning any more, and followed Zhong Ning to fend for himself, his scalp numb.

Yan Jianghe quickly followed Zhang Cong, and leaned into Zhang Cong's ear and asked, "What's wrong with your throat? Is there any other discomfort? Does the wound on the head hurt?"

Zhang Cong glanced at him and shook his head.As soon as he opened his dry lips, Yan Jianghe quickly stopped him: "It's good that you're fine. Stop talking, if you have a sore throat, don't talk."

As expected, Zhang Cong closed his mouth obediently, and smiled at Yan Jianghe, the dimples on both sides were very conspicuous.

"..." Yan Jianghe felt so uncomfortable that he wished he could go to hell.

Yan Jianghe reached out and touched Zhang Cong's forehead, moving gently, afraid of touching his wound.Fortunately, no fever.

Could it be that Zhang Cong's voice is anxious?Get angry?

"You need to take some medicine when you get home later." Yan Jianghe said dully.

What happened to Zhang Cong when something happened to him?Zhang Cong's health has always been good. Ever since Yan Jianghe took him into his hands to support himself, he has never seen Zhang Cong get sick again. Sneezing and coughing are rare.

It's only been one night.

Zhang Cong has grown up, but his ability to torture himself has not diminished.

Yan Jianghe suddenly had self-knowledge, and he realized a clear fact without conceit - Zhang Cong couldn't do without him.

The dependence of a lover is a joyous thing.But Yan Jianghe couldn't be happy no matter what.He was provoked by Zhang Cong, and every bone hurt.

This is too much.

And Zhang Cong insisted on continuing to punish Yan Jianghe.As soon as the two of them entered the house, Zhang Cong suddenly turned his head and said in a slap in the throat, "You lost your mobile phone and can't reach you. My uncle and aunt called me when I was in the hospital. When they got home, I also ordered meals for them. It should be here, don't worry."

Yan Jianghe opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

He didn't have time to feel the joy of returning safely to his home after the accident.These life-and-death thoughts and feelings were so easily blown away by Zhang Cong's hoarse words.

Yan Jianghe stood where he was, his legs and feet seemed to weigh a thousand catties.He always thought that he was 11 years older than Zhang Cong. In his relationship, he should be more tolerant of Zhang Cong and should do more for Zhang Cong.

He protected Zhang Cong and went to a showdown with his parents. He thought that this would count as paying and protecting.Now it seems that it is just nonsense.

Even if Yan Jianghe was imprisoned for a lifetime, it was nothing.

Zhang Cong had already changed his dirty clothes, washed his hands, and took apart the takeaways, placing them on the table one by one.Yan Jianghe walked over to take a look, his eyes got wet.

All he likes.Every dish is his favorite.Zhang Cong always knew his taste.

Yan Jianghe blinked quickly, then took a deep breath, his 30-year-old face almost collapsed.

"Go wash your hands and change your clothes first, and then eat." Zhang Cong went to pour Yan Jianghe a glass of warm water.

"Your throat is inflamed, you need to take medicine." Yan Jianghe repeated.He let out a long breath, suppressing his emotions, "You..."

Zhang Cong smiled at him, but said nothing.

Yan Jianghe couldn't go on talking, raised his head and drank all the water, was obedient, and silently washed his hands and changed his clothes.

When Yan Jianghe came back, Zhang Cong stretched out his hand to pull Yan Jianghe to the side of the stool, and pressed Yan Jianghe's shoulder again.

Yan Jianghe suddenly turned into a waste, his legs were weak, and he was forced to sit down by Zhang Cong.

Zhang Cong sat down beside him, took a bowl of porridge to his mouth and took a sip: "Eat, I will take medicine after eating."

Yan Jianghe didn't say anything more.Zhang Cong's unlucky voice was too embarrassing.Yan Jianghe could only pick a piece of taro that was soft and easy to swallow, and raised his hand to send it to Zhang Cong's mouth.

Zhang Cong quickly turned his head, and was fed and licked Yan Jianghe's chopsticks.He looks like a beggar refugee who has been hungry for 800 years before he can eat a bite of candy.

His eyes were dark.

Yan Jianghe stared and saw Zhang Cong pursed his mouth after eating.

Yan Jianghe paused: "This stuff is sweet. Your throat is inflamed, so you can't eat more. You should drink more porridge. You can take anti-inflammatory drugs with a pad in your stomach."

Zhang Cong was very obedient, picked up the porridge bowl and took two mouthfuls.

Yan Jianghe couldn't take it anymore, he put down his chopsticks, and rubbed Zhang Cong's earlobe with his fingers.He didn't know before that Zhang Cong's earlobes were so soft: "Drink slowly."

The more Yan Jianghe ate a meal, the more sore his nose became. For the first time, he suspected that he had spent so many years in the hospital in vain, and his mental endurance was almost reduced to the level of an infant.

Zhang Cong drank up a bowl of porridge and couldn't eat a few vegetables. He stood up first, rummaged through the box, and then entered Yan Jianghe's bedroom.

Why didn't Yan Jiang know what Zhang Cong was tossing about? He was concerned about Zhang Cong's throat, so he first found out the anti-inflammatory medicine and put it on the table.

Yan Jianghe entered the room and called Zhang Cong: "Zhang Cong, what are you doing?"

Yan Jianghe paused, and saw Zhang Cong squatting in front of the bedside table, staring at the photo frame on the bedside table.

Inside is Zhang Cong's handwriting: "I was born for you."

Zhang Cong came in to make the bed for Yan Jianghe.By the way, he dug out safflower oil, ointment and so on, thinking of rubbing Yan Jianghe's bruises on his body.

Who knew that as soon as he shook off the quilt, he saw the things on Yan Jianghe's bedside table.

He wrote it.This is what he secretly wrote after sending out a painting.It was also he who secretly stuffed it into a picture frame while Yan Jiang was not at home, and hid it.

His affection for painting this painting is just this sentence.From that winter, Yan Jianghe walked into his life, and he was born for Yan Jianghe.His barren world has Yan Jianghe.

There was light in his darkness.The light was draped over Yan Jianghe's shoulders and brought to him.

At that time, Zhang Cong didn't dare to express his full affection, and he was really uncomfortable.I can only do this kind of shameless deed quietly, stealing sweets like a pervert.

When he thinks that his confession is hidden in Yan Jianghe's bedroom, he can find sweetness from bitterness.

But Yan Jianghe dug out his twisted mind when he didn't know it.Yan Jianghe showed it the light, and put it on the bedside table openly and aboveboard, where it could be seen every day when he woke up and opened his eyes.

——For a long time, Yan Jianghe never let Zhang Cong sink in the darkness.

Yan Jianghe never failed Zhang Cong's hopes.

Zhang Cong stood up slowly, walked towards Yan Jianghe, and even lifted the hem of Yan Jianghe's shirt and pulled it up.

Before Yan Jianghe could react, he asked Zhang Cong to strip off his clothes.

Yan Jianghe was stunned, and looked at Zhang Cong with his bare upper body: "...what are you going to do?"

Zhang Cong threw the clothes on the bed, and saw a bruise on Yan Jianghe's side waist at a glance.

He carefully touched it twice with his fingertips, and said to Yan Jianghe in a dumb voice, "Brother, get down."

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Finally, let me explain about Zhang Cong.He lacks many things and is psychologically sick.Everyone has flaws, let alone Zhang Cong. (The copywriter has also cleared mines, please pay attention to the copywriter) He is relatively paranoid, and he can be scary sometimes.But that's what he is.Even if one grows up and becomes independent and mature, many things cannot be repaired. Some experiences and injuries will accompany a person's life, but it does not mean that he cannot be beautiful.Zhang Cong has the bastard Yan Jianghe, and they will get better and better together.Just like when life is always sad, if we can bravely look up and see the sunshine in life, we can get warmth, rely on each other, and redeem ourselves.The essence of life is temperature.

The above are personal thoughts.I hope that the biased character design in this article can be understood by everyone, and I hope everyone can feel what I want to express.

Thanks for watching my bullshit.Thank you for your support and company.