no way

Yan Tao raised his eyes to look this way, and Yan Laicai in his arms also stretched his dog's neck to look this way.

Yan Jianghe was a little helpless, he turned sideways silently, and slipped the knife he snatched from Zhang Cong's hand into his coat pocket under cover.

"Dad." He walked over, reached out and pressed Yan Laicai's head with his hand, and knocked the dog's head back, "He has a stomachache."

"What's going on?" Yan Tao asked.

"I got into a fight with my classmate." Yan Jianghe sighed, reached out and tapped Zhang Cong, "This is Zhang Cong, the kid who escorted Mr. Feng to the hospital."

"It's him?" Yan Tao was a little surprised, and thought about it as he spoke, "The stomachache is caused by a fight? Children these days really don't matter!"

"Not necessarily." Yan Jianghe stopped him, "Don't worry about it, Dad. If it doesn't work, I'll take him to the hospital."

As Yan Jianghe said, he stretched out his hand and stopped a taxi: "You can take Yan Laicai home first. My mother is still waiting at home."

"That's up to you." Yan Tao hugged the dog, and he was relieved of his son, so he didn't join in. "What are you doing by taxi? I ​​can walk back. It's not too far from home."

"Aren't you cold about Yan Laicai? The dog hair was just cut off a layer today." Yan Jianghe smiled.

Yan Tao rubbed Yan Laicai's dog's head, clicked his tongue, and turned to look at Zhang Cong before getting into the car.

Yan Jianghe watched the taxi riding Juechen, then turned around and walked towards Zhang Cong. Zhang Cong squatted down at some point.

Yan Jianghe felt a little headache.The boy is very tough, if it grows crooked, pour some medicine and break it back.But like Zhang Cong, the obvious oil and salt are not eaten, and the soft and hard are not eaten.Yan Jianghe's temper can burn as soon as he speaks, and patience is simply something he can't ask for.

The two of them, not to mention the point of the needle against the wheat awn, couldn't get together no matter what.too difficult.

Yan Jianghe walked over, squatted down, and almost exhausted all his gentleness at the moment: "You stand up first and get in the car with me."

Zhang Cong really took his words as fart and didn't move.

Yan Jiang couldn't be bothered to persuade Zhang Cong, he put his arms around Zhang Cong's waist and pulled him up from the ground.

As soon as he pulled it up, he was stunned for a moment. Zhang Cong stood awkwardly, covering his stomach with his hands.Half of his body was about to hit him, and the expression on his face was a little twisted.

"You have to go to the hospital with me." Yan Jianghe said, without delay, he quickly dragged Zhang Cong into the car.

Yan Jianghe started the car immediately after getting in the car. He took a thermos cup from the back seat and handed it to Zhang Cong: "Drink some hot water first."

Zhang Cong leaned on the back of the chair panting, turned to stare at him and didn't answer.

"Have a cleanliness? I don't dislike you, don't put on airs for me here." Yan Jianghe unscrewed the water glass and handed it under his nose, "Do you still want me to feed you?"

Hot white mist is coming out of the mouth of the water glass.

Zhang Cong hesitated for a moment, took it, put it to his mouth and took a sip slowly.The water temperature was just right, and it pressed against his stomach.

"Let me ask you." Yan Jianghe adjusted the heater and drove the car out, "Have you been hit in the stomach by Tang Fuxing?"

"No." Zhang Cong finally said a word.After pouring two mouthfuls of hot water down his stomach, he felt relieved.

Yan Jianghe glanced at him and saw that half of his face was a little swollen: "You have to follow me to the hospital for an examination."

Yan Jianghe: "Drink slowly."

Zhang Cong didn't speak, and took another sip of water.He just drank it one gulp at a time, seeing that most of the glass of water was down, Yan Jianghe said again: "What happened just now? Can you calm down all day long?"

"You mind your own business." Zhang Cong rubbed his stomach, feeling much more comfortable.

"Okay, two mouthfuls of hot water have given you itching, so you just open your mouth to ask for a beating, right?" Yan Jianghe snorted, "Why do you behave like this every time I see you, when will you be like a human being? Have you ever acted like a human?"

After Yan Jianghe finished speaking, Zhang Cong didn't say a word, his chest suddenly felt dull, and he was alive and depressed.At this moment, he finally knew why he disliked Yan Jianghe so much.

Yan Jianghe hit the nail on the head and lashed his heart and lungs hard.That's a heavy statement, but it's true.Every time he met Yan Jianghe, he didn't look like a person.

How could Yan Jiang smash all his unbearable hammers, shake the mountains with a bang, and he will be completely changed.Yan Jianghe showed all his embarrassment and incompetence.

In front of this man, he was like a bare-bottomed pawn who had discarded his helmet and armor, all his stubborn resistance was torn to powder, and he became invisible.

Although he didn't admit it, he was genuinely panicking.Yan Jianghe made him panic, and his embarrassed self made him panic.So he let Tang Fuxing run away without thinking about it just now.He was scared, he was afraid that he would collapse so easily in front of Yan Jianghe.

Zhang Cong saw with sharp eyes that Yan Jianghe's car storage box actually contained his previous strawberry lollipop.

Zhang Cong couldn't tell what it was like, but it was very uncomfortable anyway, and the stomach pain was suppressed.He took the lid to cover the cup, put the cup down again, and reached for the lollipop.

Yan Jianghe was amused, and wanted to remind him that the lollipop had hit his crotch, so it was better not to put it in his mouth, but it was too late, and Zhang Cong tore off the wrapping paper and stuffed it into his mouth in the next second.

"..." Yan Jianghe sighed, "Don't you have a stomachache? Don't eat."

Yan Jianghe: "I usually eat less. It's all pigment, and your tongue is now a colorful powder."

Zhang Cong rubbed his stomach with sugar in his mouth, and said slowly, "Stop."

"What are you doing? You said you were going to the hospital." Yan Jianghe looked at him from the corner of his eye.

Zhang Cong sipped the candy and said expressionlessly: "I want to vomit, you want me to vomit in your car?"

Yan Jianghe didn't speak, he looked at Zhang Cong silently, and slowly pulled over the car.

The car door was locked, but Yan Jianghe didn't unlock it immediately.He looked at Zhang Cong for a while, and made sure that his complexion was better, the cold sweat was no longer on his head, and some blood had returned to his lips.

Yan Jianghe smiled and opened the car door: "Go out and vomit."

Zhang Cong didn't even look back, he just opened the door and got out of the car.Of course he didn't vomit.Yan Jianghe saw that he was walking farther and farther, and he was quite stable from the back, so it should be fine.It was estimated that I drank too much cold wind and twisted it.

Yan Jianghe restarted the car and went to the hospital.The condition of a patient who underwent surgery a few days ago was a little unstable. He was not at ease and had already gone this way, so he simply went back to have a look.

Yan Jianghe went to the hospital to finish seeing the patient, and then patrolled the wards habitually.He thought for a while, and then remembered that the flowers on Old Feng's desk should be changed.He probably had a big problem today, so he even picked two red roses to replace them.

Old Feng twitched his eyelids, he couldn't sit up from the bed and slap him.

Before leaving, Yan Jianghe hesitated, and finally approached Mr. Feng and whispered, "The next time Zhang Cong comes to see you, please find someone to tell me."

Old Feng didn't understand what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, so he asked, "What do you want him for?"

"Send him to the Department of Gastroenterology." Yan Jianghe left after finishing speaking, leaving Feng Lao in a daze, staring at the bright red roses on the table, scolding Yan Jianghe for being mentally ill.

Zhang Cong got off Yan Jianghe's car, not surprised that Yan Jianghe didn't chase him.What is Yan Jiang chasing him for? He is not the holy father, so he has to take care of him?Judging by Yan Jiang He's virtuous conduct, he couldn't do such a good thing, and he probably hated him deeply, and he was doing his best.

That's fine.Zhang Cong thought.

The discomfort in his stomach was gradually relieving, he didn't want to go to the hospital to see Mr. Feng, he guessed that the smell of disinfectant would bring back his stomach pain.

Zhang Cong walked home slowly, his face was already swollen from the beating by Tang Fuxing.Zhang Cong rubbed his face, thinking that if he saw Tang Fuxing again, he would definitely drag down that fellow.

Who knew that when Zhang Cong entered the doorway, he saw Tang Fuxing sitting on the stairs waiting for him.

Zhang Cong: "..."

Eight catties of meat was delivered to the door. Zhang Cong walked over and kicked Tang Fuxing's calf: "Get up."

Tang Fuxing got up and blocked Zhang Cong's way to prevent him from going up. He looked at Zhang Cong for a while before saying nonsense: "Your face is swollen."

These words sounded like farting to Zhang Cong's ears: "Get out."

"Go and eat something." Tang Fuxing didn't roll away, but pulled Zhang Cong's arm and walked out, "When I apologize to you, what do you want to eat, you..."

"pimple soup." After Zhang Cong finished speaking, he felt that the hormones in his whole body were retrogradely flooding his brain, "it's hot, pimple soup."

Tang Fuxing: "..."

The two of them didn't go too far, they found a noodle restaurant along the street, and asked the proprietress to grab two bowls of pimple soup.Tang Fuxing also ordered a big sausage to eat.

Zhang Cong drank the pimple soup one mouthful at a time, and his stomach finally warmed up completely.

"Why are you messing with Liu Enming again? Didn't Liu Enming pay you to take care of Huang Liang?" Tang Fuxing asked.

"Huang Liang outbid him, let me take care of Liu Enming instead," Zhang Cong said.

"...Re-employment? Or auction?" Tang Fuxing was stunned by this operation, and the sausage in his hand almost fell into the lump soup.

"Whether you have culture or not, this word is not used in this way."

"I'm not educated, but you are, you are a top student." Tang Fuxing said angrily.

It doesn't matter what Tang Fuxing thinks tonight. He is used to eating radish salty and worrying about it. , hurriedly followed Zhang Cong quietly, for fear that Zhang Cong would find out that he followed so far, and couldn't work harder.God knows that when he saw Zhang Cong taking the knife out of his pocket, his liver and gallbladder would burst.His legs were weak for a long time before he went up and dragged Zhang Cong to run.

Tang Fuxing: "You scratch it with a knife. If the woven bag is so thin, if it breaks, Liu Enming's face will be ruined!"

"No." Zhang Cong drank the pimple soup and said after swallowing, "I use the back of the knife."

Tang Fuxing felt speechless for a moment.He was very afraid that Zhang Cong would embark on a dark road.Zhang Cong often wanders around the boundary, you think he's going to jump in and ignore it, but he always steps on the critical point and stays on the spot.

Tang Fuxing pursed his lips, lowered his head and whispered, "Then you can't scare Liu Enming like this, you are like this..." He wanted to say "No".

Zhang Cong glanced at him and smiled: "You shouldn't have followed me, let alone come here, and you dragged the murderer away."

"Zhang Cong!" Tang Fuxing patted the table suddenly, and Zhang Cong's bowl of pimple soup shook accordingly. Tang Fuxing cursed in a suppressed voice, "I think you are fucking crazy!"

Zhang Cong's smile widened even more. He let out a breath, and seeing Tang Fuxing's blushing face, he opened his mouth and said, "I'm sorry."

"You..." Tang Fuxing was stuck for a long time, and nothing came out of "you".He stood up and asked the proprietress for a freshly boiled egg, peeled it off, and handed it to Zhang Cong to apply to his face.

Zhang Cong took the egg and rolled it on his face absent-mindedly.

"Brother Yan..."

"Don't mention him." Zhang Cong said immediately.

Tang Fuxing sighed: "All right."

At his hottest age, Zhang Cong stood on a steel wire that swayed back and forth.He tried his best to keep his balance, and walked forward with his head up high and proudly. Everyone could see that his next step might be to fall headlong and bleed to death, but no one dared to touch him.

——The tightrope walker, lonely, frightened, untouchable by anyone.

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Zhang Cong is really not a good boy, please ask Brother Yan to whip him sooner.I hope that every flower and rainy season can shake hands with growth, I hope that all violence and harm will stay away from the young body and spirit, I hope that the current society will never destroy the east wind and rain, and I hope that this era will never owe any young people's joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys .