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After finally waiting for Zhang Cong to start school, Yan Jianghe talked and talked for a while before sending this annoying little fairy away.

But when Zhang Cong left, it was strange to think that Yanjiang Heluo was clean.

It's just that Zhang Cong definitely won't make Yan Jianghe think too much.He always needs one phone call and one video call every day. Even if Yan Jianghe works the night shift, Zhang Cong will send a text message early in the morning.

Yan Jianghe was dawdled by Zhang Cong every day and every night, and finally he was so annoyed that he took the initiative to report the itinerary.Doctor Zhou saw him going to the cafeteria for lunch and typing messages on a mobile phone, so he laughed at Yan Jianghe for "strictly controlling his wife".

Yan Jianghe didn't bother arguing, and even smiled gracefully, so he half-pushed and half-acknowledged.So much so that the whole hospital was curious about what kind of beautiful face that slimy and delicate little lady in Dr. Yan's house had, which could captivate Dr. Yan so fascinated.

For the curiosity of others, Yan Jianghe has never shown mercy, and dismissed it with a wave of his paw: "Why do I bring my people out for you to see? Save yourself."

Thus, Yan Jianghe gained another reputation as a pickpocket and became a cheapskate of his precious wife.

In addition to the mobile phone, the real Zhang Cong also often shakes back.

The days passed by so fast day by day, Yan Jianghe turned around Yangzi one day, and suddenly felt a little regretful—why didn't he save a cheap ticket?

Just counting the number of times Zhang Cong flew back and forth over the years, there are already stacks of air tickets, and maybe a small box can be squeezed out of the stack.

Zhang Cong will definitely not stay in Beijing to work, but he has always done a lot of work with seniors.The biggest advantage of their business is that they can get money with a computer and a drawing board.

It was also because of this light that Zhang Cong went to the house without doing business all day long, and he was never short of money.

Zhang Cong is talented, spirited, and hard-working. Over the past few years, he has received a lot of appreciation.

He even published his first picture book as a river in his senior year this year.The name of the album is "Jiang He".

Knowing this name, Yan Jianghe felt a little embarrassed about his cheekiness.The fans who are bouncing around on Zhang Cong's Weibo don't know, but Yan Jianghe knows it all.

How could Zhang Cong confess like this?It's really embarrassing.

Yan Jianghe has also developed a habit in the past two years, that is, every winter, he will take time to go to Anshan Temple, walk up [-] steps, burn incense, and donate some incense money.

Today Yan Jianghe was on vacation, so he came to Anshan Temple early.

After burning incense and worshiping Buddha, Yan Jianghe was about to leave the temple when he happened to hear a conversation between an old monk and a young girl at the gate of the temple.

The little girl smiled and asked: "Master, is it really spiritual? Will my peach blossom come?"

"It works. It works." The old monk pulled the woolen hat on his head, "Let me tell you a true story. About two or three years ago, there was a young man, about 20 years old, in the early morning Before dawn, I saw him standing at the gate of the temple as soon as I opened the door."

Yan Jianghe paused, stood aside and stopped.

The old monk continued: "Oh, this child is covered in mud. He said he wanted to come in and burn incense."

"It snowed heavily the night before, and I don't know how long he waited. That embarrassment, it seems that something happened at home, but he was very uncomfortable."

Why did Yan Jiang lean over unknowingly, and asked, "What happened after that?"

The old monk glanced at Yan Jianghe, and continued to tell the story: "But he has no cash on him. I saw that he was sincere, so I gave him a bundle of incense and let him in. I also asked him to ask for a safety talisman!"

"Later, the young man came back and fulfilled his wish!" The old monk said with a smile, "About a week later, one afternoon, he came again, specifically thanked me, and donated a handful of sesame oil money!"

The old monk looked at the little girl: "Buddhism pays attention to the word 'fate'. If you are sincere, there will be fate. As long as you are sincere enough, the Buddha will not let you down."

Yan Jianghe didn't listen any more, he went out of the temple gate and went down the steps one by one.Every time he walked up these steps, he felt extra tender in his heart.

It must be because of Zhang Cong.

Yan Jianghe wanted to go home and wait.Zhang Cong sent a message yesterday, saying that the school has been fine for the past two days, and he will go home this evening.

But before Yan Jianghe got home, he suddenly received a call from the hospital.Said that there was something wrong with a patient, and I wanted him to take a look.

Yan Jianghe hurried to the hospital.He yelled a voice message to Zhang Cong on the way, telling Zhang Cong that he was going to the hospital, and then busy talking about his work with his head bowed.

By the time Yan Jianghe finished handling everything and came out of the hospital, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.

He went to the parking lot to drive, not at all surprised, and saw Zhang Cong standing next to his car from a distance.

Zhang Cong has changed a little over the years.Compared with before, the whole person has matured a lot and softened a lot.

Yan Jianghe walked a few steps closer, and suddenly heard an elderly man crying from behind the opposite flower bed.

On and off, low.

Common in hospitals.often listen.

It was an old lady in her 70s. She was sitting on the edge of the flower bed, alone, and she said with aggrieved words: "Where are you? Why can't I find you? Old man..."

Zhang Cong naturally heard it too.He turned and walked behind the flower bed.

Yan Jianghe didn't speak, nor did he call out to Zhang Cong, he just followed Zhang Cong not far or near.

It is the most impolite behavior to use your own joy to disturb the sorrow of others.

The old lady was wearing a hospital gown, wrapped only in a big cotton jacket, her neck shrank from the cold.

Zhang Cong approached, stood opposite the grandmother for a while, and then took off his scarf.Zhang Cong didn't speak, just bent down and wrapped the scarf around the old grandma's neck.

The old lady raised her head in a daze and looked at Zhang Cong.

Yan Jianghe walked to Zhang Cong's side and stopped, bent over and said to the grandmother, "Grandma, go in, it's cold outside."

Zhang Cong turned his head and saw Yan Jianghe.

The old lady stared blankly at Yan Jianghe: "Where are you going? Who? I saw my old man."

Yan Jianghe met Zhang Cong's gaze.

At this time, a little nurse ran out from the side door. She hurried over and said to the old woman, "Grandma, I have found you. What are you doing here?"

"What's going on?" Yan Jianghe asked the nurse.

The little nurse sighed, and pointed to her head: "Grandma Alzheimer, she came to the hospital to change the joints on her hands. She was only hospitalized today. In the middle of the night, my son went to the bathroom, and she disappeared without a trace. We searched for it for a long time, and we were all terrified. It turned out that the person was in the parking lot..."

"Take it back quickly, it's cold outside." Yan Jianghe said.

"Then let's go first. Goodbye, Dr. Yan." After the little nurse greeted Zhang Cong, she nodded to Zhang Cong and helped the old grandma to leave.

The nurse's chatter to coax the old woman gradually faded away: "What are you doing out here?"

"I saw my old man..."

"Grandma, you read wrong..."

Yan Jianghe sighed.

Zhang Cong stepped forward and pulled Yan Jianghe's collar: "Is it cold? Get in the car."

Yan Jianghe glanced at Zhang Cong's empty neck, his scarf was still on the old grandma's neck.

Yan Jianghe stretched out his hand and touched Zhang Cong's neck.

The people in front of you will become more and more warm.

Yan Jianghe even knew that Zhang Cong took the initiative to visit Tao Jingyi during Chinese New Year last year.And since last year, Zhang Cong has sent some money to Tao Jingyi every month.

What did Yan Jiang think, maybe one day, Zhang Cong would call Tao Jingyi "Mom".

The fuzzy or clear right and wrong, good and evil in the world, and what is owed and bestowed, are all stranded in his young mind.Or at some point, they will all gain tolerance and salvation from Zhang Cong's palm.

Zhang Cong's hands did not do good things in the past.They fought with fists, juggled with knives, and milked dirty, blind cats.He even almost became the culprit of patricide.

Zhang Cong's hands can afford a paintbrush and can create wonderful colors on a piece of white paper.I have also made a lot of delicious meals, which warm people's appetite.

Zhang Cong's hands.The palms have melted the cold snow and wet the soil.Putting your hands together, you once paid your wish in front of the Buddha.

Zhang Cong's hands.Can wear a scarf for a cold and sad person.Can pull up Yan Jianghe for a lifetime.

Zhang Cong's hands did not stretch out the warning line.Whether it is dark or bright, flat or rough, he never throws away the bright red roses in his hand.

Holding the red rose in his hand, he passed by the sea of ​​people, survived the change of day and night, and sent the fragrance to Yan Jianghe.

The two returned home and took a courier from the courier box downstairs before going upstairs.

As soon as he opened the door and entered the house, Yan Jianghe could smell a faint fragrance.

Zhang Cong smiled at him: "I made some fish soup as soon as I came back, and I picked you up when it was ready. I'll go heat it up, and you can drink it to warm your stomach."

Zhang Cong went to the kitchen to make soup, while Yan Jianghe sat on the sofa and unwrapped the package.

As soon as Yan Jianghe opened it, Zhang Cong came out with a water glass. He took a look and paused: "I thought you were buying some kind of book."

Zhang Cong looked at Yan Jianghe and smiled: "So it's my album."

Yan Jiang and He Qing coughed, but didn't hesitate to respond.

"Didn't I give you a copy before, why did you buy it again?" Zhang Cong was a little puzzled.

Yan Jianghe turned the title page, and a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

Zhang Cong stared at him, not understanding what medicine he was selling.

Yan Jianghe curled his lips, put down the album, took a drink from the glass, and said vaguely, "It's different."

"Why is it different?" Zhang Cong was puzzled, "The paintings inside are all those."

As soon as Zhang Cong finished speaking, he was suddenly blessed.He leaned over to Yan Jianghe's side, and his voice was full of surprise: "You don't want a special sign, do you?"

It may be that the wattage of the lights on the roof is too large, and Zhang Cong's black eyes can see the light.

Yan Jianghe: "..."

At the request of the publisher, Zhang Cong posted a bonus on Weibo: In the album, there are [-] copies with River's autograph, and [-] copies with special signatures.In addition to signatures, the special signature will also collect fans' preferences and write some beautiful and bitter short sentences, such as "If you never forget, there will be echoes".

Both the signature and special lottery are randomly drawn.In fact, it's just selling Zhang Cong's good calligraphy as fan benefits.

Zhang Cong's hands were sore from writing at that time, and he even told Yan Jiang He Weng two times that he was pitiful.

Yanjiang He Bafeng said without moving, "I just think it's fun."

Zhang Cong looked quietly at the person in front of him, and his voice was light and ethereal: "As long as you say a word, I will write you anything you want."

"..." Yan Jianghe stood up, stretched out his hand and rubbed the dog's head violently twice, smashing Zhang Cong's soft hair into a bird's nest, "Drink the fish soup, I'm hungry."

"Oh." Zhang Cong followed Yan Jianghe behind their buttocks, "There are steamed buns and flower rolls at home, which one do you eat?"

"Huajuan." Yan Jianghe sighed.

He only laments that Zhang Cong has grown up, his career has gradually entered the track, and he has matured and stabilized a lot.It's a pity that he didn't grow up with his stupidity of sucking milk, and he was always so childish and cute.

This night was another toss, Yan Jianghe was tortured by Zhang Cong, and in the end he slapped Zhang Cong on the back with a "slap".

Yan Jianghe said in a daze, "Stop making trouble. I'm so tired...I'm sleepy."

Zhang Cong touched Yan Jianghe's face, then kissed the tip of Yan Jianghe's nose: "Then let's sleep."

Yan Meitong was howling "meow woo woo" outside the door...

Yan Jianghe was too lazy when he woke up in the morning.He cursed secretly, suspecting that sooner or later he would be torn apart by Zhang Cong.

Yan Jianghe stretched his old waist on the bed, and called out unceremoniously: "I want to eat millet paste and honey water."

Zhang Cong was indeed in the kitchen, and he responded loudly to Yan Jiang He, "Okay. Right away."

Yan Jianghe is satisfied.He rolled over and squinted, facing the sun.

Yan Jianghe saw Yan Meitong lying on the beanbag and licking his hair.

Yan Jianghe moved his eyes and inadvertently saw a picture album on the bedside table.

He has two picture albums. The one given by Zhang Cong is in the study. The one he bought was just opened last night. It should still be on the coffee table in the living room. Zhang Cong brought it in?

Yan Jianghe sat up from the bed, looked at the album and the photo frame next to the album: "I was born for you."

Yan Jianghe took the album in his hand again, and opened the title page again.

This time, the title page was no longer blank, and it was written in Zhang Cong's beautiful and chic pen writing:

——"You are a gurgling river, endless."

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It's over here, thank you for your company and support.See you next time. (The next book will talk about Boss Zhong)

It will drop in a few days.