no way

The snowy night bus rollover accident just passed.It was on the city news for a day, and it even praised a retired policeman and a calm chest surgeon.Then let it ferment for a few days.

It is an eternal nightmare for the parties and their families, but from the perspective of others, it is just like a thunder in Chen Xiang's sleep.Speaking of the result, it was like thunder cutting down a certain big tree at the entrance of the next street.

Because of the natural fear and kindness of human nature, it has hit a little bit of empathy, and some gossips have been derived, but they will eventually be left behind.

A small individual who loses his mind, falls into the vast society, and is exiled in the cold and warm, cruel or capable, it is only mediocre.

Accidents and pain happen every day, just as happiness and joy come every day.

Yan Meitong was taken home the next afternoon.It was Yan Jianghe who took Zhang Cong to Chong Tianxia to pick him up.

Tang Fuxing's naive gyro was heartbroken. He hadn't seen Zhang Cong for a long time. Now that he saw his face, he was very happy. Unfortunately, before his eyebrows could be raised for a few minutes, he heard about Yan Jianghe and was so frightened. Jumping high, he immediately opened his mouth and said "Oh my god".

Look, there are too many people who don't understand the stories around them, let alone the participants in the stories.Not to mention the distance.

Among all living beings, the eternal is only boundless.It is a great fortune in life to be able to gain a square inch, find someone to accompany and join hands, and live side by side in the vastness.

Tang Fuxing was really annoying, so he didn't cry. Grandpa sued grandma. He asked Yan Jiang He Yitong, and then went to answer Zhang Cong after the question.

Yan Jianghe has always been willing to pretend to be a dog, and he can handle it for the time being.On the other hand, Zhang Cong, which pot was poured if it didn't open, so he pumped Tang Fuxing with all kinds of disgust and went to spin the top to cool off.

Yan Jianghe almost didn't make any noise. At the same time, he couldn't help the small movements of his hands, but he wanted to move over. He shamelessly scratched Zhang Cong's palm twice with his fingertips. Zhang Cong was honest, and his eyelids drooped in comfort. Play cute.

It may not be a good thing for Zhang Cong just to take back Yan Meitong.

Yan Meitong was probably thrown away to pamper the world as a left-behind child for a few days, and after returning home, she became extremely bored with Yan Jianghe.

In fact, Yan Meitong is also tired of Zhang Cong who reunited after a long absence, but in Zhang Cong's eyes there is no cat with white hair and fluffy eyes, only Yan Jianghe.So when he looked at Yan Meitong from left to right, they were all covered with wicked contact lenses, which was not pleasing to the eye.

This directly caused Yan Jianghe to become a big favorite, and Zhang Cong was full of weird thoughts, always hating himself for competing with a cat for favor.

For example, after lunch, Yan Jianghe was lying barefoot on the sofa, playing with his mobile phone and basking in the sun.Yan Meitong was also lying on the sofa.It was next to Yan Jianghe's heel, and put his head on Yan Jianghe's instep to rub his face.

Zhang Cong caught a glimpse of Yan Meitong's eyes narrowed, and she was drowsy.In particular, Yan Jiang was not used to its faults. Although he didn't care to look at Yan Meitong, he lightly stepped on the tip of Yan Meitong's head twice with his toes.

It can be seen that even the seam of Yan Jianghe's feet is sweet, even if Zhang Cong wants to lick it, he has to fight Yan Meitong first to decide the winner.

Zhang Cong frowned, raised his hand and slapped the cat's tail away, beating the cat to the ground.

Yan Meitong's drowsiness was all over, and a Jiling woke up. It didn't have time to call out, but stared at Zhang Cong in shock.

Yan Jianghe was also startled. He froze for a moment, looked away from his phone, glanced at Zhang Cong who was sweeping the floor with a broom, and then at Yan Meitong who was petrified opposite Zhang Cong.

Finally, Yan Jianghe stretched out his arms and pulled out a rattling cat teasing stick from the drawer of the coffee table. Two ropes were hung from the end of the stick, and six earthy chicken feathers mixed with red and green were tied to the bottom.

Yan Jianghe raised his leg and clamped the cat teasing stick between his feet, he raised his legs, hung the cat teasing stick like a fishing rod, swung his feet to hook up with Yan Meitong: "Come on, Yan Meitong, let's play with chicken feathers. "

Yan Jianghe gave an order, Yan Meitong immediately gave up Zhang Cong, turned her face and ran towards Yan Jianghe's feet, no, the red and green chicken feathers under her feet.The little beast flicked its head and stretched its legs, which was full of movement.

Yan Jianghe laughed twice, kept shaking his feet, but turned his eyes back to the phone, and continued to poke the screen of the phone, playing matchmaker.

Zhang Cong was quiet for a while with a broom in his hand, then suddenly put the broom aside and stepped over.

With a blank expression on his face, he snatched the cat-teasing stick from Yan Jianghe's foot and threw it behind his head with his backhand. Yan Meitong immediately ran after him.

Yan Jianghe was stunned again, he looked up, but unfortunately he couldn't take back his ankle, Zhang Cong grabbed his ankle.

Zhang Cong's movements were fast, like clouds and flowing water.With his other hand, he rubbed the soles of Yan Jianghe's feet a few times naturally, and pinched and pressed them again.

"Hey!" Yan Jianghe suddenly wanted to pull back his feet, but Zhang Cong grabbed them tightly and rubbed them quickly a few times.These rubbings made the soles of his feet hot, and the heat went straight to his heart.

Yan Jianghe glared at Zhang Cong uncomfortably, with no momentum on his lips: "What are you doing? I didn't wash my feet..."

Zhang Cong looked at Yan Jianghe, his eyes flickered, and he blamed: "You don't wear a pair of socks, and the soles of your feet are cold."

Zhang Cong said and rubbed it twice: "I'll find you a pair of socks."

He is really not a toy, he said he was looking for socks for Yan Jianghe, but he didn't let go to look for them. Instead, he hugged Yan Jianghe's ankle and didn't let go of his claws. He loved the sole of one foot and rubbed it non-stop.

"I'll find it myself, and I'll go and wear it right away." Yan Jianghe couldn't take it anymore, his old face was so embarrassing and panicked, so he struggled twice, Zhang Cong just happened to let go in a flash.

Yan Jianghe felt as if he was holding his breath and kicking backwards on the soft cotton.

Zhang Cong: "Oh."

Yan Jianghe: "..."

Yan Jianghe Yigulu turned up from the sofa, threw the phone aside, Yan Meitong brushed over with chicken feathers and ignored him.

Yan Jianghe hurried into the bedroom to look for socks to cover his feet, but he didn't notice that Zhang Cong was picking at the corner of his mouth behind him, and he smiled sweetly.

When Yan Jianghe came out after putting on his socks, he saw Zhang Cong holding Yan Meitong, sitting on the sofa, playing with his mobile phone.

Zhang Cong turned to look at Yan Jianghe, and shook the phone screen at him: "Brother, you've cleared the level."

Yan Jianghe: "..."

Zhang Cong put down his phone, and lovingly smoothed Yan Meitong's hair twice, got up and continued to sweep the floor with his broom.

Yan Jianghe couldn't understand where he was at fault, or how his conscience suddenly discovered.Anyway, when Zhang Cong was sweeping and mopping the floor and cleaning the table at night, he was not idle. He couldn't help but look at Zhang Cong a few more times, and even got nervous, so he leaned over and asked if he needed help.

Zhang Cong definitely wouldn't let Yan Jianghe work, he just took advantage of the distance, took advantage of Yan Jianghe's unpreparedness, stole a scent from Yan Jianghe's lips, and licked it into his own.

One more thing.

The layout of the home needs updating.Previously, the original study room was changed to Zhang Cong's bedroom, but now Zhang Cong's bedroom should be changed back to the study room.

Zhang Cong didn't want to sleep in his own room anymore, he was very self-conscious, and when it got dark, he would poke at Yan Jianghe's bedside and not move, insisting on occupying half of the two-meter-three area of ​​the bed.

Yan Jianghe didn't overtake Zhang Cong either.It's just that Yan Jianghe's bottle of cream was taken away by Zhang Cong. When Zhang Cong got sick, he was still colorful. He actually grabbed a dog's claw cream from the kitchen and messed with Yan Jianghe's bed sheet.

The toss was too much, and the sheets could not be changed.

Naturally, Yan Jianghe was also smeared all over.

What's even more shameless is that Yan Jianghe was washing cream in the bathroom and wanted to curse because of the sticky and sweet smell all over his body. When he glanced at him, he found Zhang Cong standing outside the door.

Yan Jianghe became angry when he saw the unlucky figure on the door, so he wrapped a bath towel and pushed the door open, opened his mouth and began to groan.

Unexpectedly, his mind was confused and he dug his own grave.Not only did I put a bath towel in, but I also didn't please myself.

Zhang Cong slipped out a bottle of cherry blossom shower gel with petals from the north-south corner of the bathroom.This place is scheming, and Yan Jianghe didn't notice it after washing the cream for a long time.

As soon as the bottle of shower gel was opened, Yan Jianghe wanted to sneeze.

A bottle of tender pink shower gel is too coquettish, and this "Mandarin Duck Bath" is also very inappropriate.

Zhang Cong usually looks very ashamed, how can he be so shameless when talking about this kind of thing?

Yan Jianghe finally grabbed Zhang Cong's shoulders, almost hanging on him.Yan Jianghe simply hung up.

Yan Jiang He Zhi raised his eyelids and asked angrily: "Bastard, forget about the cream, where did you buy the cherry blossom shower gel?"

Zhang Cong kissed Yan Jianghe on the cheek, and then swallowed Yan Jianghe's squint.

But Zhang Congzhan had a good appetite when he was young, and he would eat anything with great joy once the words "Yan Jianghe" touched it.

Zhang Cong said lightly, "When I was shopping for vegetables, I brought a bottle with me at the supermarket."

Yan Jianghe snorted and snorted, and said nothing to Zhang Cong.

Afterwards, Zhang Cong took the hair dryer and buzzed Yan Jianghe's hair.Yan Jiang He Ban leaned on one of Zhang Cong's propped up legs, put his feet on the bed and acted like an uncle, squinting his eyes in comfort.

After blowing his hair, Zhang Cong rubbed against Yan Jianghe's neck again.

Yan Jianghe was not polite when dealing with the bastard.He reached out and pushed Zhang Cong's head away, lay down and turned over: "Dog, don't rub it."

Yan Jianghe simply stated directly: "I can't take any more tonight. I have to get up early to go to work in the hospital tomorrow."

Zhang Cong paused, and really didn't bother Yan Jianghe any more, but he lay down with his forehead resting on the spine of Yan Jianghe's back, and after a long silence, he said, "Why don't you go to work in the future..."

Zhang Cong shut up halfway through his speech. He turned over and closed his eyes, not daring to pester Yan Jianghe any more.

Yan Jianghe paused for a few seconds, then turned around.He squeezed Zhang Cong's arm and let Zhang Cong get closer to him under the quilt: "Not only do I have to go to work tomorrow, but you also have to go to Beijing to go to school in a few days."

Zhang Cong pursed his lips in the dark and whispered, "I know."

Yan Jianghe thought about it for a while, and asked, "Zhang Congcong, are you acting like a baby?"

Zhang Cong was raped by a lunatic, and he grew eager to feed Yan Jianghe.Just looking at his posture in the past two days, Zhang Cong wished he could wrap himself around Yan Jianghe like an octopus, and he didn't even want to close his eyes while sleeping.

Yan Jianghe stared at Zhang Cong's side face, always feeling that something was wrong with Zhang Cong being frightened.Like that "post-traumatic stress disorder", he looked at it quite the same thing.

Zhang Cong also turned around and met Yan Jianghe's eyes.

The moment their eyes met, Yan Jianghe's heart suddenly softened.He patted Zhang Cong's face lightly, and asked in a good voice: "I won't go to work in the future, are you going to earn money to support me?"

Zhang Cong was a quiet bird, not daring to speak.He really wanted to say yes, but he knew he couldn't.

Yan Jianghe basically understood, so he asked softly, "Baby, do you want to treat me like a house bird and lock me in your cage?"

Zhang Cong even breathed lightly following Yan Jianghe's tone.Even when he was beaten to death, Yan Jianghe not only didn't reach out to slap him, but he could ask such words so gently.

How did Yan Jiang treat him so softly, Zhang Cong couldn't be sloppy at all.He lowered his eyelashes: "Brother, I'm sorry. I really didn't mean it."

Yan Jianghe laughed, the corners of his eyes slightly bent: "I know, I know everything. You don't need to explain to me."

"Yeah." Zhang Cong closed his eyes and clasped Yan Jianghe's hand.

He suddenly felt very tired and sleepy.Yan Jianghe stretched out the quilt with his other hand, and patted Zhang Cong twice. His actions were nonsense, as if he was coaxing Ning Hanghang to sleep.

But Zhang Cong felt a very precious security, which was higher than all the prices in the world.Let him feel at ease to let the exhaustion hit, no longer be afraid, no longer think about it.Just be so comfortable and sleep well until dawn and the sun shines brightly.

everything will be fine.

There is clear hot water flowing through the palm of the lover, washing the cold and hard paranoia into warmth and stroking into softness.

It will get better with time, with growth, with old age.