no way

"What?" Yan Jianghe didn't react.

"Safflower oil." Zhang Cong pointed to the table, "Didn't you say that you scratched a few pieces of skin and touched..."

"Okay, stop talking." Yan Jianghe frowned, and saw that besides safflower oil, there was a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, cotton swabs, and even band-aids and erythromycin ointment on the table. Everything was complete.

Yan Jianghe stared at the big band-aid on Zhang Cong's head, walked to the bedside and lay down: "I found the anti-inflammatory medicine for you. It's on the table in the living room. You can take it in half an hour."

"En." Zhang Cong responded and sat down beside the bed.

Zhang Cong stared at Yan Jianghe's lower back, and saw that there was a large bruise on the left side of his lower back, which was blue and purple.Zhang Cong felt hot when he touched it.

Even though Yan Jianghe looked like this, lying on the bed wide open, allowing Zhang Cong to fiddle with him, Zhang Cong couldn't arouse the slightest bit of charming thoughts.

He didn't feel bad enough.A broken heart is not enough to hurt.

The smell of safflower oil immediately spread around, Zhang Cong's palm was warm and strong, and he pressed lightly and heavily on Yan Jianghe's wound, rubbing the medicinal oil into Yan Jianghe's skin.

After careful calculation, Zhang Cong's methods are actually not very professional, probably because he is meticulous and serious.Yan Jianghe was in pain from his pressure, but he also felt comfortable.Even the stomach that has just been fed is warmed up comfortably.

"Does it hurt?" Yan Jianghe heard Zhang Cong say carefully behind him, "Be patient."

"It hurts to death. So stop talking." Yan Jianghe closed his eyes and sighed deeply, "Your voice is so hoarse, if you talk again, I really can't bear it."

Yan Jianghe whispered, "Just listening to it hurts."

The movements of Zhang Cong's hands paused, and a few seconds later, he slowly bent down/body, his dry lips fell on the bruise on Yan Jianghe's back, and kissed a mouthful of safflower oil.

A helpless smile appeared on the corner of Yan Jianghe's mouth, and he glanced back: "Aren't you hot?"

Yan Jianghe: "It's fine as a kiss. Don't stick out your tongue to lick it. You can't eat safflower oil for external use."

Yan Jianghe turned over, Zhang Cong's eyelashes trembled.He frowned again, and gently squeezed Yan Jianghe's wrist, rubbing against the wound he pinched.

Yan Jianghe: "..."

Yan Jianghe looked at Zhang Cong with distressed eyes: "Did you come back by train overnight?"

After Yan Jianghe asked, he quickly added: "You don't need to talk, just nod."

Zhang Cong nodded as expected.

Yan Jianghe still wants to ask.But he couldn't ask.If you continue to ask, Zhang Cong will definitely answer with a hoarse voice.

After Zhang Cong finished handling Yan Jianghe's wrist, he threw the cotton swab aside and covered Yan Jianghe's eyes with his palm.

The skin of Zhang Cong's palm was broken, and Yan Jianghe's eyelashes lightly brushed the tenderest flesh in his palm.Itchy.

"Don't think about anything." Zhang Cong said, "I know you are exhausted, so you can sleep for a while."

Yan Jianghe frowned, but Zhang Cong's eyes were blinded by Zhang Conghe, so he couldn't see anything.Yan Jianghe wanted to speak, but his lips were suddenly blocked by Zhang Cong.

Zhang Cong gave him a kiss with safflower oil.

Yan Jianghe suddenly felt dizzy, and couldn't tell whether he was smoked with safflower oil or kissed by Zhang Cong.

After a whole night of tossing and going through dangerous situations, Yan Jianghe was really tired.He was lying on his bed right now, having eaten his favorite meals, and the injury in his lower back made Zhang Cong rub his hands warmly.

More importantly, Zhang Cong was by his side.His lover, just gave him a kiss.

The greatest luck in the world is this.Yan Jianghe was so lucky that he obtained a kind of precious relaxation.This feeling is like a child who is still ignorant, nestled in the arms of his mother.It is a sense of security, as if from the most primitive instinct of human nature.

It's so warm and so soft.Immersed in it, it seems that life and death are like a dream, the glory of the world may also be difficult, exhaustion and bitterness, all the weights of life, the burdens that need to be carried on the shoulders, become far away.

It is so safe.It was given to Yan Jianghe by Zhang Cong.

Yan Jianghe became more and more dizzy, and in the end he had no resistance, and just fell asleep with Zhang Cong covering his eyes in a daze.

At the last moment before he lost consciousness, he muttered in a confused way: "Zhang Cong, take medicine..."

After Yan Jianghe's breathing was completely calm and long, Zhang Cong put down his hands covering Yan Jianghe's eyes.He pulled up the quilt to cover Yan Jianghe, and stared at the face that haunted him forever.

Zhang Cong weighed his sanity and knew that he was sick.His excessive possessiveness towards Yan Jianghe is like a perverted criminal.He seemed to be a desperado, a deranged drug addict.

Zhang Cong sat and watched for a long time before finally standing up, and following Yan Jianghe's instructions, he went to the living room to take the anti-inflammatory medicine that had been put away long ago.

After Zhang Cong took the medicine, he immediately returned to the house.Yan Jianghe was already fast asleep.The bed curtain reveals a shallow light, which sets off the darkness of the room.

The surrounding area is very quiet.The air is slow.

Zhang Cong lay down on the other side of the bed.He turned sideways to Yan Jianghe, tracing Yan Jianghe's profile with his eyes.

This profile is still so pretty.He has painted with many strokes.Pencils, water-based pens, gouaches, bristle pens, fiber pens, pressure-sensitive pens... and his own warm fingertips, have all drawn.

Zhang Cong lay on his side and watched. He kept looking, but couldn't get enough.

Fortunately, Yan Jianghe is back.

Fortunately, Yan Jianghe is back.

If Yan Jianghe doesn't come back, if he can't come back intact, what should he do?

Now that the person is in front of him, Zhang Cong dares to stare at Yan Jiang He Xunsi.

If he is not so lucky, as long as Yan Jianghe comes back, no matter what he is, whether he is missing an arm or a leg, disabled, or paralyzed, it doesn't matter what he is.Zhang Cong can accompany Yan Jianghe, take care of Yan Jianghe, and go to the end of his life, and then kneel and kowtow in front of the king of hell, sell his liver and kidney to exchange with the devil, and leave his heart empty to beg for the next life.

If it's Yan Jiang, why can't he come back.

If it was Yan Jianghe, he would just leave him like this.

He wants to stay and take care of everything that belongs to Yan Jianghe.

He insisted on being a bandit who was unreasonable.He will wear Yan Jianghe's clothes, drive Yan Jianghe's car, live in Yan Jianghe's house, sleep in Yan Jianghe's bed... He will plunder everything that Yan Jianghe has ever existed, and will not allow Yan Jianghe to disappear in his life.

He will come back from Beijing and never go anywhere again.He will take care of Yan Tao and Zhou Pingnan, and take care of the two elders until their death.He will spoil Ning Hanghang.He would go to Azure to drink, just like Yan Jianghe did.He would send Yan Laicai to Chong Tianxia for a bath and haircut, and pay the bill with Yan Jianghe's VIP gold card.He will buy beautiful clothes for Yan Meitong, and delicate flowers to wear on cat ears.He will also change Yan Meitong for a fancy cat litter according to the temperature and temperature throughout the year.Also, buy yourself a phone case...

He will do many things well.A lot of things like "Yan Jianghe".He will do well, as good as Yan Jianghe is still there.He doesn't need another future.He even visualized cats and dogs so clearly.

But he doesn't have Yan Jianghe.

How hard is this going to be?This is too difficult.too difficult.

Zhang Cong thought about it, the respiratory tract was in severe pain, like a deteriorating wound, being pounded/stabbed, and sour pus flowed out.

Then, together with his nasal cavity and eyes, it hurt.Zhang Cong's nose was stuffy, and he had to tear his lips apart to breathe.

Yan Jianghe slept for about two hours.He opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the white ceiling.

He stared at the lamp on the ceiling in bewilderment, and his first thought after his mind went blank was: "Have you taken Zhang Cong's medicine?"

Yan Jianghe rubbed his face with his hand, feeling a pain in his back.He heard a slight sound beside him, and turned his head to look.

Seeing this, Yan Jianghe was completely stunned.Yan Jianghe felt a hot current, from head to toe, hit him all over in an instant, destroying all internal organs.

Yan Jianghe froze on the bed, his eyes widened in disbelief.He had Zhang Cong in his eyes, and Zhang Cong was lying opposite him.

Zhang Cong also looked at Yan Jianghe without blinking.It's just that Zhang Cong's eye sockets and the tip of his nose are red.There were bloodshot eyes in his eyes, and tears flowed from one of his eyes and flowed into the other, becoming heavier, and then fell into the wet and soft pillow.

Zhang Cong cried.

Zhang Cong's cheap bones have never recognized Qu.In Yan Jianghe's memory, Zhang Cong was tortured.How many times has he been so desperate and sad, Yan Jianghe has never seen him shed a tear.The barren hills of his youth had long since dried up to the point where he could not find even a drop of bitter water.

But now, Zhang Cong lay quietly, facing him.He even cried.

The tears couldn't stop flowing.Zhang Cong was crying weakly now.

Yan Jianghe turned around and wanted to reach out to touch Zhang Cong's face: "You..."

Zhang Cong finally blinked his eyes.In the blink of an eye, another big tear was squeezed out of the eye socket.Zhang Cong suppressed and refused to make a sound, because his breathing was not smooth, and his chest heaved violently.He subconsciously turned his head to hide, not wanting Yan Jianghe to see his face.

Yan Jianghe quickly stretched out his hand, he pinched Zhang Cong's chin, his fingertips were trembling: "Turn around and let me have a look."

Zhang Cong turned his head when Yan Jianghe pulled his chin.

Yan Jianghe stared blankly at Zhang Cong's teary face, not even daring to wipe his tears for him.

Yan Jianghe asked softly: "My dear, why are you crying?"

Zhang Cong clenched the corners of his lips, and the veins on his neck and forehead had already burst out.

"Isn't everything all right?" Yan Jianghe leaned over and rubbed Zhang Cong's forehead with his forehead, "It's all over, am I here well?"

Yan Jianghe: "What are you thinking about again? Why are you crying after thinking about it?"

Zhang Cong suppressed the convulsions in his chest, he raised his hand suddenly, and grabbed Yan Jianghe's shoulder.

Yan Jianghe didn't wear any clothes on his upper body, so he didn't let Zhang Cong pick off the skin on his shoulders.But he couldn't care less.

Yan Jiang He Zai looked at Zhang Cong carefully, and raised his hand to touch his tears.Why would Yan Jiang suffer so much from hanging himself?

He wanted to say nice words to coax people, but he coaxed himself a mouthful of bitterness: "Let brother lick it and taste it, aren't tears sweet?"

Yan Jianghe approached, Zhang Cong closed his eyes.Yan Jianghe kissed Zhang Cong's eyes, pressed Zhang Cong's wet eyelashes between his lips, and licked tears with the tip of his tongue.

Yan Jianghe said again: "Salty, you're dead."

Zhang Cong sniffed, grabbed Yan Jianghe's waist, and then threw his head into Yan Jianghe's arms.

Yan Jianghe couldn't smile, the corners of his mouth were barely pulled up, and the arc used to coax Zhang Cong was completely suppressed.

Yan Jianghe reached out and pinched the back of Zhang Cong's neck, then grabbed the back of Zhang Cong's head again and again, allowing Zhang Cong to paste the hot tears and snot on his chest.

Zhang Cong wept silently, pressed against Yan Jianghe's heart and broke out, as if he wanted to cry away all the pain in his life.Including past savings, current commitments, and future advances.

He was originally hoarse, but now he was holding back his tears, speaking was more uncomfortable than heart-piercing.

Zhang Cong's voice was rough and hoarse, permeated with the most extreme fear, like a roar of exhaustion after the end of the road, he trembled from his bitter and salty lips and teeth: "Yan Jianghe."

Yan Jianghe's breathing stopped.

Yan Jianghe lived only [-] hours after the catastrophe, but he felt what collapse was at the closest distance.

The loud noise of the bus overturning, the hoarse cries of the passengers, the dark night, the heavy snow, and the icy waiting.None of them gave him such a shock.

This is Zhang Cong?

This is his Zhang Cong.

Yan Jianghe rubbed Zhang Cong's scalp with his fingertips, and kept repeating: "I am here. I am here, don't be afraid. We are not afraid. Be good, don't be afraid."

Yan Jianghe kissed the top of Zhang Cong's hair, and he had a day when he was at a disadvantage, and he didn't know how to coax the big boy in his arms.In the end, he actually took out the same trick he used to deal with Ninghanghang: "Hey, I won't be afraid if I kiss you. Brother, I won't be afraid if I hold you."

At the same time, Yan Jianghe held Zhang Cong tightly in his arms.His reaction seemed to intensify Zhang Cong's panic.

Zhang Cong was even more wronged. He strangled Yan Jianghe's waist tightly, and then strangled Yan Jianghe's injury.

Zhang Cong's tall and strong body shrunk into a ridiculous ball at this moment, and he slid into Yan Jianghe's arms desperately.

He became a helpless, lonely and frightened child.His grief was so great.

Yan Jianghe's chest was filthy from being buried by Zhang Cong, and Zhang Cong's suppressed crying sounded again and again in his chest.

Yan Jianghe died of pain from Zhang Cong's quarrel, but he had never said a word so softly: "Hey, don't be afraid."

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