no way

Zhang Cong and Tang Fuxing finished eating the pimple soup and walked slowly along the side of the road.

"You came out so late, did you tell your mother?" Zhang Cong asked suddenly.

"Tell me." Tang Fuxing smiled at him.

"Your mother let it go?"

Tang Fuxing shook his head, a little complacently, and said, "I finished my homework, so my mother let me out naturally. And I told you that I came to see you."

Tang Fuxing approached Zhang Cong, a little excitedly: "Would you like to go to the Internet cafe by the way? We always go to that one."

"You should come back early." Zhang Cong didn't bother to talk to him.

"Hey!" Tang Fuxing howled immediately, "Is it okay, don't miss this opportunity!"

"Shut up." Zhang Cong sighed. He pondered for a while. He had nowhere to go right now. To be precise, he didn't want to go anywhere. "Go, go."

Tang Fuxing immediately clapped his hands excitedly: "That's it!"

He put his hands into his pockets again after taking pictures, and said "Huh" after a while: "Where are my gloves?"

Tang Fuxing took out a gray non-slip glove from his pocket.Tang Fuxing sometimes learns to ride a bicycle up and down, and he has a pair in his pocket.

"Isn't this here?" Zhang Cong took out a lollipop from his pocket, tore it open and ate it. It tasted like grapes.

"That's only one." Tang Fuxing curled his lips.

"The other one may have fallen somewhere, you go back and look for it." Zhang Cong said.

Throwing a glove is nothing compared to going to an Internet cafe. Tang Fuxing forgot the gloves when he turned around, and dragged Zhang Cong into the Internet cafe like a pig's head.

The two turned on two computers side by side, and Tang Fuxing sat down and started playing games. Zhang Cong didn't have that thought, and finally gave him a vicious look under Tang Fuxing's soft and hard words, and successfully shut up the grandson.

After his ears calmed down, Zhang Cong went to the front desk to ask for a cup of hot water and drank it slowly.Holding the mouse, he took out a high school chemistry experiment explanation video from the network disk to watch.

Tang Fuxing manipulated the goddess of the bright moon who was chasing the soul of the moon with one hand, glanced at Zhang Cong from the corner of her eye, and was instantly convinced from the bottom of her heart.

Watching a video made Zhang Cong's eyes hurt. He closed his eyes and clicked on Netease Cloud Tingge casually, wanting to lean back in the chair and close his eyes to rest for a while.

He chose the playlist at random, and didn't even bother to read the name and introduction, so when the prelude sounded familiar to his ears, Zhang Cong couldn't help but keep his ears open.

He had heard this song before, but he wasn't particularly familiar with it, but when the first line of lyrics was sung, he yanked off his earphones and fell on the table.

"Damn it!" Tang Fuxing shook his hand and made a big move. He glanced at Zhang Cong, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Cong stared at the computer screen, which displayed the song that was playing: Whatarewords.

Zhang Cong didn't understand why, but almost immediately he remembered where he had heard this song - the first time he got into Yan Jianghe's car, this was the song he played.

It was as if his nerve had been cut with a knife.From day to night, he literally responded to the words in the lyrics: "Anywhere you are, Iamnear."

Undoubtedly, Yan Jianghe is a lowered head, and he is like a crooked way. No matter how he tries to kill demons, it will be of no avail. In his eyes, Yan Jianghe has become a stinky and shameless monster. Wherever he goes, what does he do? Can't get rid of it.

——He couldn't get rid of the embarrassing self in front of Yan Jianghe.

"Are you okay?" Tang Fuxing took off his earphones and looked at Zhang Cong. "Your expression looks like you want to eat people."

"...Play with you." Zhang Cong turned off the music and reopened a physics explanation video.

Tang Fuxing: "..."

Tang Fuxing didn't stay in the Internet cafe for too long, he was afraid that it would lead to a meal of "feather duster stew" if it was too late.In just one hour, Tang Fuxing got off the plane and prepared to go back.

"Aren't you going?"

Zhang Cong was still sitting on the chair, not moving at all: "Yes."

He took out ten yuan from his pocket and handed it to Tang Fuxing: "When you leave, go to the front desk and book me a night."

"...Aren't you going home?" Tang Fuxing took the money.

Zhang Cong didn't even close his eyelids, he just said: "Watch the video. I'm like a top student, so stop talking nonsense."

Tang Xuezha: "..."

Zhang Cong: "Tomorrow morning I will go to the store to help, but in the afternoon I will not go, I will go to the hospital."

"Okay, I'll go back and tell my mother, let's eat in the store at noon, and my mother will make meat. By the way, bring a bowl of porridge to the old man."

"En." Zhang Cong paused, then suddenly raised his head and said, "Let Auntie get some pickles."

The pickles that Yan Jianghe bought last time seem to be quite fond of the old stuff.

As soon as Tang Fuxing left, Zhang Cong went to the front desk to refill a cup of hot water.He really stayed still in his seat, watching the explanation videos of various subjects in high school all night.Except for Ling Chen being confused for a while at two or three o'clock, he watched almost all night, his eyes were red and watery.It wasn't until 06:30 in the morning that the sky began to brighten, and Zhang Cong stretched out on the chair.

He went to the bathroom to wash his face, went to the front desk to buy some bread and ate it, wrapped his clothes tightly and left the Internet cafe.

Early this morning, he was busy around his chest. Yan Jianghe has really been a hard worker in his life. It has been a morning since he went to work, and he has never closed his mouth.

After finally taking the lunch break, Yan Jianghe Yitong mopped the floor in the dark, and had to hold himself upright when going to the toilet, otherwise he might urinate on the shoes next to him.

Yan Jianghe was rubbing his hands in the sink, thinking about going to the Department of Gastroenterology to find Director Fang later.Who knew that God would save face, thinking of Cao Cao Cao Cao, he just had the idea, Director Fang came in as if telepathically.

"Hey, Director Fang!" Yan Jianghe quickly stopped him, "Why did you come to our floor?"

"There are too many people on my floor, and the queue is too long." Director Fang said, "Xiaoyan, rest, are you busy today?"

"You don't know, that's it." Yan Jianghe smiled, "I was looking for you."

"Is something wrong?"

"Yeah." Yan Jianghe took a tissue from his pocket and wiped his hands, "I have a younger brother who is poor and nonsense all day long, wears a single when it's cold, eats irregularly, and sticks out his butt I'm looking for death, my stomach is not feeling well these days."

"The young people nowadays don't do personnel work." Director Fang scolded first.

"That's not true." Yan Jiang was overjoyed.

"Don't be too nervous. Generally speaking, there is nothing wrong. This is basically damage to the gastric mucosa. If you are concerned, I will prescribe some medicine to protect the gastric mucosa." Director Fang said, "If you still feel uncomfortable, bring him here. Take a look, but a gastroscopy is enough."

"Yeah." Yan Jianghe patted Director Fang on the shoulder, "Then you can see and open it. I'll wait for you to get the bill. Thank you."

It's a pity that Yan Jianghe's mouth was so good that he uttered only a few words, and he said again: "I will withdraw first, so as not to delay your urination, and don't suffocate your bladder/bladder."

Director Fang: "..."

Yan Jianghe ordered takeaway first, and he ordered it together with Mr. Feng's lunch. The hospital's food was just average. He thought it was better to get something good for the old man. After all, there is a difference in grades, Yan Jiang is so flamboyant, he is quite chasing "grades".

After the appointment was made, Yan Jianghe went to Director Fang to get the order, and prescribed the medicine by the way. When he came back, the takeaway happened to arrive, and at the same time a little nurse ran over: "Doctor Yan, Mr. Feng asked me to tell you secretly that Zhang Cong is here." .”

Yan Jianghe raised his eyebrows, touched the two boxes of gastric medicines that were still fresh in his pocket, and thought that this little bastard came at the right time.

He grabbed a bag of nuts from the drawer and threw it into the little nurse's pocket: "Got it, let's eat."

"Thank you, Dr. Yan." The little nurse immediately smiled like a flower, patted and ran away.

Yan Jianghe took the takeaway, didn't bother to change his white coat, and went directly to Mr. Feng's ward.

Zhang Cong was indeed there.It's just that the moment he entered the door, Yan Jianghe could clearly see that Zhang Cong's face was stretched, which showed that he didn't want to see him very much.

Yan Jianghe then began to smile with the corners of his lips curled up again, it was really annoying.

When Zhang Cong saw Yan Jianghe in the hospital last time, Yan Jianghe was going out for dinner, so he didn't wear a white coat. There is a word - human face and animal heart.

"Have you prepared something for me too?" Old Feng held a bowl of porridge in his hand and looked sideways at Yan Jianghe.

"Well, it seems that the preparations are heavy." Yan Jianghe smiled, put the takeaway on the table and opened it, "But I have soup here, in a small cup, and I specially want it to be light. You can drink it."

Yan Jianghe glanced at Zhang Cong and walked towards him.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Cong stared at him.

Yan Jianghe looked down and found that Zhang Cong was lying on the stool, miraculously writing the paper.

"Writing papers? Can you still write papers?" Yan Jianghe was taken aback.

"Are you so surprised?" Mr. Feng seemed very interested in the small cup of clear soup he bought, and took a sip, "Zhang Cong's grades are good. At the end of last semester, he was ranked eighth in the school. Why is the paper not good?" Can write, he can write."

Yan Jianghe was really surprised this time, after all, a bastard like Zhang Cong doesn't look like a good guy no matter how he looks upside down.

Yan Jianghe couldn't hold back and asked, "Are you a top student? Didn't you tell me you were a poor student?"

Yan Jianghe's shocked appearance probably made Zhang Cong happy, so he saw the bastard playing around and said with a smile: "How old are you? Why do you believe everything others say?"

"..." Yan Jianghe sneered and cursed, "You little bastard!"

"Hey, don't wring your hands as soon as you two meet." Elder Feng coughed twice and almost spilled the soup, "If you want to scold me, can you give me a few days of peace and quiet!"

He scolded like this, but he obviously ignored the slightest hint of annoyance on his face.

Yan Jianghe turned his face and pointed at Feng Lao: "Old thing."

Old Feng didn't care to look at him, and took another sip of soup.

Yan Jianghe bent down, reached out to pick up the schoolbag that Zhang Cong threw on the ground, took out two boxes of medicine from the pocket of the white coat, and slid the medicine boxes in along the opening of the schoolbag.

Yan Jianghe whispered in Zhang Cong's ear, "Eat on time, if you have a stomachache, come to me directly."

Zhang Cong stared at him, his expression was very indescribable, many things were crowded inside, inexplicable, surprised, unbelievable...it was too complicated.But the most obvious one is the awkwardness, Yan Jianghe feels that Zhang Cong's eyes are about to turn out of the [-]th bend of the mountain road now when he looks at him.

"You're welcome." Yan Jianghe said.

Zhang Cong still stared at him, his distorted face unchanged.

Yan Jianghe admired Zhang Cong's current appearance very much, he just wanted this effect.Zhang Cong, who has a long-term conscience, is actually the best deal, as long as he pokes his chest unexpectedly, he will be defeated.

Yan Jianghe just thought it was funny, Zhang Cong stood up suddenly, he grabbed Yan Jianghe's clothes and pulled him out: "Come out with me."

"..." Yan Jianghe didn't struggle, didn't ask anything, just followed Zhang Cong so rarely, and walked away with him.

When passing by the hospital bed, he exchanged glances with Mr. Feng, and there were some indescribable smiles in their eyes.

Zhang Cong dragged Yan Jianghe all the way to the end of the corridor before letting go. He took out the cigarette case from his pocket, shook out a cigarette, and held it in his mouth. While holding the lighter, he said, "Did you pay the old man?"

Before Zhang Cong's lighter was taken out, Yan Jianghe pulled the cigarette out of his mouth, put his slender index finger in the middle and pressed it, breaking the cigarette.

Yan Jianghe threw the cigarette into the trash can with his backhand, and said to Zhang Cong with no expression on his face: "I said don't smoke when talking to me, and spray me in the face again, and I will smoke you. Besides, smoking is not allowed in the hospital."