no way

Yan Jianghe went out from Mr. Feng's ward, and went back to his consulting room first to touch his bank card.He went to the lobby on the first floor and checked the account with the cashier.

Seeing that Yan Jianghe was from the courtyard, he typed a bill for him without much trouble.Zhang Cong paid Mr. Feng yesterday.

Yan Jianghe flicked the bill with his hand, pondered it in his mind, then handed over his bank card, and paid Elder Feng another week's worth.

He naturally understood that Mr. Feng was helpless.But Zhang Cong's money came from unclear, and Yan Jianghe thought it through to no avail, I'm afraid it's the wrong way.Feng Lao said that Zhang Cong could not do anything particularly bad.

Why doesn't Yan Jiang believe it, he does.

He really saw Zhang Cong preparing to steal money, but he really didn't see Zhang Cong really stealing money, so he couldn't just characterize Zhang Cong directly.After all, he didn't know if Zhang Cong would really put his hand in someone else's pocket if he didn't reach out to stop it, or would he take it back at the last moment.

"Bad ideas" are something that individuals will have when they are forced to rush, but this does not mean that they have torn the bottom line and really do it, let alone have done it before. "Intention" is actually quite ambiguous. From a certain structure, it is difficult to measure the good and evil of people's hearts, and it is too hasty.

Moreover, when Yan Jianghe tentatively asked Zhang Cong just now, Zhang Cong's reaction made Yan Jianghe find it quite interesting.

As for fighting, it's quite normal for a boy in the seventeenth or eighteenth century to fight. They are all at the age of rebellion. After all, he himself is not a serious person, and the Three Views are not very upright.

But Zhang Cong...Yan Jianghe clicked his tongue, thinking about going to see the old man again before leaving get off work today, and by the way, ask the old man which high school Zhang Cong studied in.

Zhang Cong came out of the hospital and didn't go straight back to school as he said.He stood at the door of the hospital for a while.

The clothes that Yan Jianghe lent him were really warm, and they were long enough to cover half of his thighs.

He was only wearing a thin school uniform and trousers, and there was nothing inside. The clothes were packed, and it was really warm, especially from the thighs up.

Zhang Cong subconsciously pushed his chin into his collar, and smelled a faint fragrance from the tip of his nose.It's not that kind of light floral fragrance, but it's a bit austere.Blown through by the winter wind, it reminds people of the vigorous cedar shaking off the white snow.I don't know if it is shower gel or laundry detergent.

Zhang Cong raised his hand to put on his hat, walked slowly, and took out a note from his trouser pocket with an address written on it.

The place above is not far away, just two streets around.Zhang Cong stood by the roadside waiting for the red light, and looked up at a small clinic opposite.

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In the evening, Zhang Cong went back to school for no other reason than to take homework for today. During class in the morning, the physics teacher said that there seemed to be extra papers.

Zhang Cong specially stepped on the spot after school. He was so annoyed that his heart, liver and lungs were beating under his skin. His nerves were so dry that he didn't want to talk to anyone. He wanted to leave after taking the paper.

On the contrary, Huang Liang, with the virtue of a strong man, walked over and swaggered and stuffed a handful of money into Zhang Cong's pocket.

Zhang Cong looked up at him, his face was dull and he didn't speak.

"I'll give it to you first, and I'll clean up Liu Enming this weekend." Huang Liang said, "It's best to scare him to death! Let him not dare to do it again! Yes, don't expose it, or it will be annoying."

"If I don't expose him, he might guess it's you." Zhang Cong said.

"That's not necessarily true." Huang Liang grinned, "Just Liu Enming, that cheap bastard, many people don't like him."

He rolled his eyes: "Maybe who will take care of him."

Zhang Cong: "You just gave me the money? Are you not afraid that I won't accept the money?"

"No." Huang Liang waved his hand, as if he believed in Zhang Cong, "I believe in you."

Zhang Cong nodded slowly, suddenly he had nothing to say. It seemed that Zhang Cong was really "professional" in the eyes of this group of fugitives.

Huang Liang saw that Zhang Cong nodded, turned around and walked towards the back door gracefully. Zou Yao stood there waiting for him. The little girl had a frightened expression on her face, as if she was about to die, delicate and artificial.

Zhang Cong frowned, and reached out to press his pocket. There was the money that Huang Liang had just stuffed in it.Zhang Cong's shoulders couldn't help shaking, and he rubbed his stomach with his palm.A brief spasm in the stomach.

Zhang Cong didn't know if he had an upset stomach recently, or if he just felt disgusted by these shit.It is estimated that there are both.

Huang Liang looked like a bastard who deserved a beating. It was because of his delay that Zhang Cong was a few minutes late and was blocked by the class teacher in the corridor.

No. [-] Middle School is not a good school, and its teaching management is average. The general operation of students fighting and skipping classes is to find their parents. It is a pity that Zhang Cong is special and usually does not get up.

However, due to Zhang Cong's grades and the teachers' habitual care for "good" students, even though Zhang Cong is so wonderful that both people and gods are angry, he is still often praised.

Zhang Cong also found it interesting. Apart from his score, what else could he be proud of?But this is a school, and the "score" is so mysterious, or how to say "scores are divided into small roots".All behaviors have been mixed up to the point of darkness. As long as the grades are shining golden, they are malleable talents worth saving. The reason is so objective and so thin.

However, every time Zhang Cong was criticized and educated, he felt something was wrong from the inside out. After all, it didn’t matter whether he listened or not. Likewise, burial alive is not safe.He didn't know what was bothering him, but in the end it could only be attributed to one point - his temper was too bad, and he was indeed nothing.

The head teacher of the second class of science is a young woman in her early 1.6 meters, surnamed Wang, with a baby face and short fluffy hair, who teaches chemistry.She was born like this. Although she was thirty, she looked very young, only 25-[-].

Obviously she can't control the scourge of Zhang Cong, but there are always such teachers who have a good wish in their hearts, that is, all students have a soft heart, so she drills into the "Huairou Policy", which is something They can't "conceive" it.

Now she lowered her glasses, looked up at Zhang Cong, and asked softly, "Zhang Cong, you've been skipping classes recently, what's going on?"

"It's okay." Zhang Cong looked at her and tried his best to suppress his emotions. He didn't want to make things difficult for such a head teacher. He thought about it and found a reason: "I'm going to work part-time."

In fact, it's correct, isn't he just working part-time?

"Tell the teacher if you have any difficulties." Teacher Wang frowned, with a worried expression on his face, "Zhang Cong, you are a good boy. I have a general understanding of your family's situation. If you need anything, you must communicate with the teacher. do you know?"

"...Well." Zhang Cong looked sideways at the thickness of Mr. Wang's glasses, wondering if she was blind. Is he a "good boy"?It's a fart.

"Zhang Cong." Teacher Wang approached him and whispered, "Are you short of money? Your father...you tell the teacher, the teacher can help..."

"No shortage." Zhang Cong narrowed his eyes and felt a fire running around in his skin. He raised one corner of his mouth, "Teacher, do you know Azure? Nightclubs. Oh, and Internet cafes."

Teacher Wang's expression immediately turned ugly, and she wanted to say something, but Zhang Cong really didn't want to bear it, so he gave her a push and left.

Teacher Wang was stunned by his push, with little strength and no pain, she just took two steps back.

Since she became Zhang Cong's teacher, although Zhang Cong was not very polite, he would only speak up when he was dying. This was the first time he had such impolite actions.

This immediately pushed her into a daze, she didn't even have time to call Zhang Cong, she just turned her head and glanced, probably feeling that something was wrong with what she just said.

When Zhang Cong came out of class, he didn't look for Tang Fuxing. He just ate a bowl of noodles at a roadside shop and prepared to go home after the evil spirit in his stomach passed.

I'm so bored today that I don't want to go to the hospital again, and Yan Jianghe... Thinking of that moldy face and the warm clothes on his body, Zhang Cong felt uncomfortable, and the word "violence" kept screaming in his body.

It was already dark when we got downstairs, Zhang Cong was very reluctant to go up, he hoped that Zhang Hanma was not at home.But he looked up and saw that the lights in the house were on.

If he doesn't go home, where can he go?He doesn't seem to like going anywhere.He really grew up with a rebellious bone by nature, and he was not easy to serve.

Just when Zhang Cong kicked the stone at his feet far away, there was a cat meowing from behind him, softly, his ankle was arched in the next second, and his school uniform trousers were all covered. Arched open.

"..." Zhang Cong was stunned for a moment, and turned his face to take a look.This is amazing, the blind cat is still alive?

"You..." Zhang Cong pointed to the little thing at his feet, he was speechless for a while, and then he took a breath before cursing, "Why the hell are you still not dead?"

The little thing responded by licking Zhang Cong's ankle with a somewhat pale tongue.

"Damn!" Zhang Cong jumped up, inexplicably frightened.

This cat is grayer than the last time I saw it. Now it is "high-grade gray", just like freshly baked from the mound. In such a cold day, it is a small thing that is trembling, but its tongue is hot and warm. of.

Zhang Cong ran two steps forward, but it followed Zhang Cong two steps.When Zhang Cong stopped, it leaned over to rub Zhang Cong.

"Fucking don't follow me!" Zhang Cong immediately pointed at it, "Don't follow!"

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and ran away, and the blind cat meowed after him. He didn't know what was wrong. Zhang Cong suspected that the box of yogurt last time was not slapped on its face, but in its brain.

Although both of them were malnourished, the blind cat was blind after all, and its calves were too short to run against Zhang Cong.It didn't even take two steps before it slammed its head crookedly into the wheel of a bicycle parked nearby.

Zhang Cong probably suffered from some kind of illness, how interesting, he was chased by a cat so badly that he ran into the doorway and went up to the sixth floor.

He ran past the stairs before stopping, and saw the door of his house in a blink of an eye, and the cat had long since disappeared behind him.

Zhang Cong leaned on the railing and stared at the cabbage in front of Feng's old house.He can still hear the aftershock of his heartbeat after the vigorous exercise, and he is slowly calming down.

It's too cold in winter, life and death are at stake.That little thing is half dead, and its tongue is so hot.Zhang Cong thought his legs were numb from the cold, so being licked like this was a little creepy.

A blind cat is a life.He realizes this, so this life cannot follow him.Following him, he was either thrown to death by Zhang Hanma, or strangled to death by himself.

At this time, the door of the house opened, and Zhang Hanma leaned out half of his body from the door carrying a bag of garbage. Zhang Cong turned his head, and the father and son stared at each other.