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Zhang Cong said that he would go to Chong Tianxia to pick up Yan Meitong in the afternoon, but Yan Jiang didn't believe him since he opened his mouth.

Sure enough, Zhang Cong had already forgotten about Yan Meitong, that beast, without even a single cat hair.

Yan Jianghe's body was not feeling well, he spent the whole afternoon in bed lazily, and then fell asleep in a daze.

With him like this, Zhang Cong is naturally not doing his job properly as a follower.Zhang Cong had to walk around Yanjiang, why not cast a shadow, staring at Yanjiang's sleeping face, he could see the darkness.

After dinner, Yan Jianghe went to the bathroom, and before he got out of the bathroom, he saw Zhang Cong waiting for him at the door.

Yan Jianghe had one head and two big heads. He glared at Zhang Cong: "Ancestor, what are you doing with my ass all the time today?"

According to Yan Jianghe's stupid temper, Zhang Cong has been his follower for a day, and he should have been so annoyed that he slapped him in the face.

But maybe it was because Zhang Cong had cried bitterly in his arms before, so Yan Jiang couldn't bear it.He also didn't tease the article about Zhang Cong, a good young man who cried and pissed his cat like a little daughter-in-law.

Yan Jianghe really likes to bully people, but he doesn't deserve to die to that extent.After all, he really knew how scared and sad Zhang Cong was.

He knew in his stomach that the pain in his heart pocket was still scalding hot, so he couldn't bring up those tears.

Zhang Cong looked at Yan Jianghe, and said in a low voice, "I just want to ask if your injury still hurts, do you want me to apply some safflower oil for you?"

"No need to wipe it off." Yan Jianghe subconsciously made a mistake.

Before the disaster was imminent, I was too panicked to react.Looking back at this moment, the state of both of them is not very easy to control.The safflower oil thing is so hot, it would be a disaster if it caught fire again.

It's not that Yan Jianghe was timid and lit the fire.It's just that the green hills are left, so I'm not afraid of running out of firewood.It's better if the fire doesn't stop slowly, he doesn't want to burn his old life straight away.

"Then do you want to eat fruit? I'll go wash some." Zhang Cong said again.

Yan Jianghe stood and looked at Zhang Cong for a while, then sighed: "Don't eat, I'm full. Don't eat anything."

Yan Jianghe took a step forward, shaking Zhang Cong's earlobe like a dog's ear: "Have you taken any anti-inflammatory medicine? Does your throat still hurt?"

Zhang Cong's throat is better, but there is still some inflammation. It can be heard that the voice is still not quite right.

"Eat it. My throat doesn't hurt much anymore." Zhang Cong said honestly.His eyelashes fluttered twice, as if he was a little ashamed by Yan Jianghe.

"..." Yan Jianghe withdrew his hand and accepted his fate.Who made him raise a bastard with a split personality?

"Come here, I'll ask you something." Yan Jianghe said, and sat down on the sofa.

Yan Jianghe finally found time to ask: "The night before yesterday, when I called you, did you come back?"

"Yeah." Zhang Cong sat down next to Yan Jianghe, "At that time..."

——At that time, he was lying on the steps of Anshan Temple.

Zhang Cong said, "It's been a while."

Yan Jianghe reached out and touched the Band-Aid on Zhang Cong's forehead.The previous big band-aid was no longer usable because of the two of them's one-night toss, and they died honorably in the line of duty.Zhang Cong changed it, and replaced it with three ordinary band-aids, which overlapped each other and stuck together.

"How did you get hurt?" Yan Jianghe asked, "You didn't go home after you came back, and you didn't contact Boss Zhong. Where did you go all night?"

Zhang Cong blinked, opened his mouth and said lightly: "I accidentally broke the injury on the head."

Yan Jianghe frowned, just about to continue asking.Zhang Cong immediately said again: "Wait for me."

After he finished speaking, he got up and went to the house, searched for a while and then came out, he did not know where he took out something and handed it to Yan Jianghe.

Yan Jianghe took a look at it, it was a small red lucky bag.A copper coin is hung on it, with four words embroidered on it: "Protect your body and be safe".

It's just an ordinary peace talisman.

"Peace Talisman?" Yan Jianghe was taken aback.

It's not uncommon to pick out objects. Yan Jianghe always felt that it was too nonsense for such a magical thing to be handed over from Zhang Cong's hand, and it made people break their heads and couldn't believe it.

Which pore on Zhang Cong's body seems to believe in gods and Buddhas?

"En." Zhang Cong responded, and sat back again, leaning slightly against Yan Jianghe's shoulder, "I went to Anshan Temple to ask for you."

"Anshan Temple? The one in our city?" Yan Jianghe felt that this place was somewhat familiar.

Zhang Cong nodded.

Yan Jianghe asked Zhang Cong: "When did you ask for it? There is no time..."

In the middle of talking, Yan Jianghe reacted suddenly, and he stared at Zhang Cong with wide eyes: "The night before yesterday? After you came back at night, you went to Anshan Temple to ask for it?"

Yan Jianghe was shocked: "The temple is closed in the middle of the night, right? How did you ask for it?"

Zhang Cong didn't speak, he must have been flattered by Yan Jianghe's shocked and distressed expression.Zhang Cong gritted his teeth, held back for two seconds, and leaned over to kiss the corner of Yan Jianghe's mouth.

How could Yan Jiang care about kissing? He pinched Zhang Cong's shoulder, straightened him, and asked face to face: "You waited until dawn, you waited for it to open the door at dawn, and went in to beg, didn't you?"

"Why Anshan Temple? Aren't you cold outside in the middle of the night?" Yan Jiang He Yue asked in a softer voice.

"How did you get that muddy body? And you..." Yan Jianghe didn't dare to ask further.

How desperate Zhang Cong was all night, and Yan Jianghe thought he probably understood after his chest was covered with tears and snot.Now it seems that he may not even be able to touch the fur.

How terrifying is the person in front of him?

Why didn't Yan Jiang dare to think about it.He never would.

Zhang Cong is always beyond his reason.

"As you said before, you said that Anshan Temple is very spiritual." Zhang Cong carefully looked at Yan Jianghe's expression.He understands that he is sick to the core, looking at Yan Jianghe feels pity, but it is extremely beneficial.

This is an extremely unbearable sense of satisfaction.It's very swollen, and it suddenly urges to expand, filling the heart to its full.

"When did I say that?" Yan Jianghe recalled, probably having a little impression.

He seems to remember that there was a certain temple in the hospital some time ago.But he was so busy talking all day long that he couldn't remember.He even forgot the specific name of the temple.

In fact, it is called Anshan Temple.

Zhang Cong saw that Yan Jianghe was hurting him so much at the moment, so he naturally wouldn't let go of the opportunity.

He hurried up to catch up, and unexpectedly fell headfirst on Yan Jianghe's lap, and took the opportunity to steal a knee pillow.

"Hey..." Yan Jiang paused, but still let Zhang Cong lie down, and couldn't bear to be thrown on the ground.

Not to mention laying down on the thighs for a while, if Zhang Cong told him that he wanted the first-quarter moon on the top of his head, Yan Jianghe would go to the sky to get it for him, and by the way, he would pick two big shining stars as gifts.

"You said it before my college entrance examination, and you still said you would take me there. That was your first time, and you wanted to take me out for a walk when you were free." Zhang Cong turned his head on Yan Jianghe's lap, looking at Yan Jianghe with his dark eyes. Looking at Yan Jianghe, "You don't even remember."

Yan Jianghe pinched the peace talisman in his hand vigorously. It was just such a small thing that two fingers were enough to pinch it.

He actually pinched a dark and cold snowy night with two fingers.

Zhang Cong is an out-and-out lunatic.

"I remember." Yan Jianghe sighed and remembered, "But I just said it casually."

Yan Jianghe looked down at Zhang Cong, his eyes were very dark amber: "Are you stupid? What's the use of you going to Anshan Temple? It's all about praying to God and worshiping Buddha..."

"Then what do you want me to do?" Zhang Cong asked Yan Jianghe back, and buried his face in Yan Jianghe's stomach.

Yan Jianghe changed into a clean pajamas. This set of clothes is thin fleece, very soft, and it is very comfortable to rub against his face.

"I have nothing to do. I really have nothing to do." Zhang Cong said in a muffled voice, "It's you who said that Anshan Temple is particularly spiritual. It's your original words."

Zhang Cong: "I believe you."

Yan Jianghe was taken aback.

Perhaps the original intention has nothing to do with gods and Buddhas.

Zhang Cong believed him.

Yan Jianghe was speechless.He was silent for a while, then scratched a piece of scalp on top of Zhang Cong's head with his fingers: "Then your..."

"Can you stop asking?" Zhang Cong turned his head and looked at Yan Jianghe again. He narrowed his eyes slightly, "Stop asking, okay? I don't want to mention it anymore."

Zhang Cong took Yan Jianghe's hand and slowly rubbed his fingertips on the bruises on his wrist: "That night was terrible. I was really... very scared. Can we stop talking about it? "

"Okay." After Zhang Cong said that, Yan Jiang He Dingran couldn't continue asking.He lowered his head and touched Zhang Cong's lips.

Zhang Cong was scared.Not only was he afraid of losing Yan Jianghe, but he was also afraid of himself that night.

That kind of unbridled and crazy fear can eat away everything in him, leaving nothing behind.

Zhang Cong knew that if he told the whole story and told Yan Jianghe in detail how this little safety talisman came about, Yan Jianghe would definitely be even more shocked.

But it's not necessary.

It turns out that the affectionate silently paid in the storybook is really not as exaggerated and deliberate in the eyes of ordinary people.It is real and ordinary.

The reason why the deepest affection often chooses to grow in a silent way is really just because of willingness.

For example, Yan Jianghe is now in front of Zhang Cong, beside Zhang Cong.Everything else is as light as a feather, not worth mentioning.

"Nothing will happen in the future." Yan Jianghe said very seriously, and he could even hear some solemnity, "I wear the safety talisman on my body every day, close to my body, I promise."

"Yeah." Zhang Cong smiled.

Strong winds and waves will destroy, but gentle wind and light rain will nourish.Cold in spring and freezing in autumn, scorching sun and snow in winter.The years are steep, and the years are gilded.Let one person go to the tip of the heart, rely on each other, weigh the sincerity of love, and live a whole life.This is probably the most enviable saying among thousands of people:

——"The years are quiet and good, and the world is stable."

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The years are quiet and the world is stable. ——From the marriage letter of Eileen Chang and Lancheng Hu