no way

As soon as Zhang Cong finished speaking, the smile on Yan Jianghe's mouth deepened.

Yan Jianghe turned his face to look at Zhang Cong, the word "soft" almost reached his eyes: "Huh? What?"

"..." Holding a bowl of porridge in his hand, Zhang Cong could only stare blankly. He was holding his breath in his chest, and his ribs were about to break in two.

Old Feng raised his eyebrows, and his heart naturally became interested.Just looking at these two bastards, you can tell that they are pissing each other off.He was a terminally ill old man, and he didn't bother to care about the younger generation, so he just happily watched the fun from the sidelines.

Zhang Cong felt that he was a bit speechless at this moment, and he really didn't know how to speak rudely to Shang Yan Jianghe with such a "friendly" face, so as not to be considered a loser.

Looking back at Yan Jianghe, he really couldn't be more handy.

Yan Jianghe opened the other food in the bag, and the warm aroma immediately overflowed.

Zhang Cong still held the bowl of porridge in both hands. The porridge was separated by a layer of polypropylene, which made his palms very hot.

Zhang Cong watched Yan Jianghe lift the lid, took his chopsticks and threw two pickles into the porridge bowl.

Zhang Cong: "..."

Yan Jianghe scooped it up with a spoon and handed it to Old Feng's mouth: "Here you are."

Feng Lao glared at him: "No need to feed."

"Okay." Yan Jianghe took a look, and Feng Lao still had a needle in his right hand.He put the spoon in the old man's mouth directly, and then took the porridge from Zhang Cong's hand.He sat on the edge of the bed, pulled out a few paper towels and put them on his lap, and put the porridge on it.

He took out another salted duck egg from the bag, cracked it open and put the yellowish yellow into the porridge bowl, then handed it to Mr. Feng: "Eat it with a spoon, it's an injection in your hand, be gentle."

After serving Mr. Feng, Yan Jianghe took another bowl of pimple soup, stuffed it into Zhang Cong's arms again, and opened it for him, "Brother bought you a bowl of pimple soup, eat more, it's winter." He Then he dropped a plastic spoon.

Zhang Cong: "..."

Yan Jianghe also took a bowl of pimple soup and opened it to drink. By the way, he also ate a soup dumpling.

Zhang Cong's eyelids twitched, and he really wanted to put the bowl of delicious pimple soup under his chin directly on Yan Jianghe's face.

Mr. Feng drank a spoonful of porridge, then glanced at Zhang Cong, who was obviously dissatisfied next to him, his thoughts arose, so he asked curiously, "How do you two know each other?"

"Oh, this." Yan Jiang was overjoyed.

Zhang Cong didn't want to talk at all right now, let alone explain his twisted bad luck with Yan Jianghe.He lowered his head and took a sip of the pimple soup, thinking that Yan Jianghe would play with moths casually, so he didn't bother to follow along.

Yan Jianghe was so bad, he was staring at Zhang Cong's Adam's apple, watching the Adam's apple rolling, and said when Zhang Cong was swallowing: "I have saved his life."

"..." Old Feng, "Huh?"

"Cough cough cough...cough cough cough..." Sure enough, Zhang Cong choked, and he turned his head and coughed fiercely. The cough was so heartbreaking that the pimple soup in his hand shook out.

"Hey." Yan Jianghe clicked his tongue, reached out to take the pimple soup in his hand and put it on the table, frowning and patted Zhang Cong's back, "Are you okay?"

Zhang Cong's face turned red, he suddenly raised his head and stared at Yan Jianghe, still feeling an uncomfortable foreign body sensation in his throat, he coughed twice again: "What did you say?"

Yan Jianghe came up to him and whispered into his ear, "The first time I saw you, I saved you from being punched and saved you from freezing to death on the street. And just now." Yan Jianghe said, He reached out and patted Zhang Cong on the back of the head symbolically.

Zhang Cong took out a water glass from his schoolbag, took a sip of water to moisten his throat, he took a breath, and felt that his trachea was more comfortable, so he was ready to retaliate.But as soon as he opened his mouth, Yan Jianghe stuffed a soup dumpling into Zhang Cong's mouth to seal it.

Yan Jianghe immediately turned his head and smiled at Feng Lao: "Look at him excited, I said Zhang Cong is very good, he is really a good boy."

"..." Zhang Cong was about to spit fire out of his mouth, but when he squeezed his teeth hard, with a sound of "puchi", the soup from the soup dumpling spurted out.

Yan Jianghe was very close to him, Zhang Cong raised his head and stared at Yan Jianghe's face again, and it happened that when the soup came out, Yan Jianghe was about to turn his head and "smile slightly" at Zhang Cong after he had just finished shaking.

The right time, the right place, and the right people have taken it all—so, this delicious soup lived up to it, and it was sprayed directly on Yan Jianghe's mouth.

Yan Jianghe: "..."

Zhang Cong held back his laughter desperately, quickly rolled up the soup dumpling with his tongue, chewed and swallowed it indiscriminately, then immediately covered his face with his hands, his shoulders began to shake from laughing.

The other one who couldn't help it was of course Mr. Feng. Although he had already seen that the two were at odds, he really didn't expect this mode to be so interesting. Now he was so happy that he almost turned the porridge upside down and put it on the bed .

Zhang Cong's eyes were quick, and he quickly took Feng Lao's porridge aside, his eyes glistened with laughter: "Eat it after you're done."

Yan Jianghe also smiled, and at the same time silently wiped his mouth with a tissue.He narrowed his eyes and stared at Zhang Cong's face.This brat doesn't have dimples on his cheeks, but there are a pair of light dimples at the corners of his mouth.At this moment, he was pulling the corners of his mouth, and happened to be able to see the pair of small depressions.

Yan Jianghe met Zhang Cong several times, but this was the first time he saw him smile like this.Sure enough, a child is a child, and any child can laugh like this.

"Oh my God!" Feng Laozhi sighed, "You two are so destined, you two are enemies!"

The old man looked very happy, and his voice was so bright: "Two rascals!"

Even after wiping with a paper towel, Yan Jianghe still felt oily on his mouth and face, so he simply stood up and prepared to go to the bathroom to wash.

Seeing that he was going out to wash, Zhang Cong felt even happier. He raised his head and shouted at Yan Jianghe's back: "Hey, wash your mouth."

Feng Lao immediately started to laugh again.Zhang Cong subconsciously pressed Lao Feng's hand that was holding the needle with his palm, for fear that he would swell the needle.

Yan Jianghe didn't speak, he just stopped at the door, turned his head to look at Zhang Cong for a moment, suddenly, he smiled with the corners of his eyes bent, opened the door and left.

His smile was very short, fleeting, and passed quickly, but the arcs of the corners of his eyes were very beautiful.

Yan Jianghe has peach-blossom eyes, but not peach-blossom eyes, and a pair of creases short of peach-blossom eyes. He has a single eyelid.But his eyes were not small, with high browbones, deep eye sockets, and a pair of lying silkworms that were full. When he smiled with the corners of his eyes bent like this, the thin light in his eyes seemed to spill out quickly and poured on Zhang Cong.

Zhang Cong frowned, his heart suddenly darkened.Yan Jianghe's smile showed that - he had been teasing him just now.Treat him like a child and play with him.

Zhang Cong's head was on fire for no reason, and he stuffed the porridge on the table into the old man's hand: "Eat it, I'm going back to school."

Old Feng looked at him for a while, then nodded: "Well, let's go, don't you want to drink the lump soup?"

Zhang Cong picked up the pimple soup, and boldly swallowed it twice, a warm current rolled down from his throat to his stomach.

Old Feng looked at him, still holding back his smile: "The bowl in your hand belongs to Yan Jianghe."

Zhang Cong: "..."

"Fuck." He cursed viciously, and overturned the pimple soup in his hand into the trash can.

Elder Feng immediately turned his head, stared at the corner of the quilt and smiled.

Zhang Cong picked up his schoolbag and the plastic bag containing Tang Fuxing's clothes, and walked out like a golden horse.

Elder Feng looked at his back and sighed softly.

Enemies are really narrow roads.Zhang Cong just walked out of the ward less than ten steps away, and happened to run into Yan Jianghe who had returned from washing his mouth.

Yan Jianghe stopped him: "Go back to school?"

Zhang Cong frowned, his face was still not pretty, and his lips were still a little pale.Yan Jianghe finally couldn't hold back and suffered from an occupational disease.He reached out and touched Zhang Cong's forehead: "Well, no..."

"What are you doing!" Zhang Cong opened Yan Jianghe's hand with a "slap", and became even angrier.

"You Persian cat!" Yan Jianghe was taken aback by him, "Let me see if you have a fever."

Yan Jianghe's original intention was to care about Zhang Cong's health, but when he said this and filtered it into Zhang Cong's ears, the taste was really a bit lacking.

Zhang Cong: "I think you are the one with the fever, right? It's fun playing with me?"

"When did I fool you?" Yan Jianghe stared at him, "Otherwise what do you want me to say? Say I saw you fighting with someone in Azure? Caught you trying to steal money on the bus? Do you think the old man will?" I'm mad at you."

Zhang Cong pursed his lips, and snorted coldly: "He's an ass. Why do you care about me?"

Yan Jianghe looked at Zhang Cong, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up: "Then you still come to serve this fart and bring him porridge."

"Get out." Zhang Cong was completely annoyed, "Make way."

Yan Jianghe tugged on Zhang Cong's sleeve, pulled the man closer, his expression became serious, and he said in a deep voice, "I ask you, did you steal all the old man's treatment money?"

Yan Jianghe had to suspect that if he hadn't been in the car that day and hadn't grabbed Zhang Cong's hand in time, his hand would have stuck into someone else's pocket.For Mr. Feng's disease, even if the hospital will reimburse a large proportion, it still costs some money.For a child like Zhang Cong who is still in school, it is not something that can be obtained in a few days through work-study programs.

Zhang Cong was silent for a moment, then suddenly took a step to the side, without saying a word, without kicking Yan Jianghe, and directly bypassing him.

Yan Jianghe didn't stop him either. When passing by, he heard Zhang Cong say in his ear, "None of your business." The voice was very soft, without any momentum.

This is the sentence again.

Tsk, this bastard.

Yan Jianghe entered the ward, and Mr. Feng was drinking porridge one mouthful at a time. He glanced at Yan Jianghe: "Come here, and get me some pickles."

Yan Jianghe walked over and got some pickles for Mr. Feng. He glanced at the table, was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled: "Where's my pimple soup?"

"Trash can." Elder Feng said.

Yan Jianghe lowered his head and took a look. It was really, it was thrown upside down in the trash can.

The smile on the corner of his mouth parted: "This little bastard, really..."

"It's not something in particular." Feng Lao smiled, "Zhang Cong, deviant."

Yan Jianghe nodded, picked up chopsticks and slowly ate the soup dumpling: "Well, it's not a thing."

Elder Feng glanced at him: "You are half pulling things."

"...Ah?" Yan Jianghe chewed the steamed stuffed bun and said vaguely, "Why are you scolding me?"

"Why are you bullying him?" Feng Lao said, "I'm 11 years older than him, and he still treats a child, half-pushing things is just flattering you."

Yan Jianghe lowered his head and smiled, and kicked the trash can with his toe: "I didn't take advantage of it."

"Yeah. That's right, I don't bother you two dogs bite dogs." Feng Lao paused, and suddenly sighed, "Jiang He, Zhang Cong is stubborn, especially his money, help me watch him more, you eat I can live with him. I have never seen this child smile like today."

"Yeah." Yan Jianghe raised his hand to pour a glass of water for Feng Lao. He shook his palm on the wall of the plastic cup and passed the cup over, "Slow down, it's a little hot."