no way

Zhang Cong stood where he was blowing the cold wind, and only waited until Yan Jianghe's car could no longer be seen by stretching his neck as far as possible, then turned and walked back.

As he walked, he thought in his heart: "Zhang Hanma has gone out to fool around again, this night should be clean."

This is a good thing for Zhang Cong.He is very displeased to stay under the same roof with Zhang Hanma, the degree of displeasure can almost reach the level of "the wrath of man and god", a little illusory description, really brings a little bit of "either you die or I die" the meaning of.

Zhang Cong pulled off the clothes on his body, his legs were already numb from the cold.The past two days have been getting colder and colder, and he should be praised as a hero when he walks in the world in a pair of trousers.

After entering the cave, Zhang Cong subconsciously stopped and rubbed his thighs twice through his trousers, trying to wake up a little consciousness, but it didn't work.

He climbed the stairs against the wall.The sensor lights in this staircase died over 800 years ago, and the remains are so dirty and dilapidated that they must not be able to bloom at all.

Fortunately, there is a single small window on the landing of each floor. The moon should be quite big tonight, and the moonlight filtered through the window is not too gloomy.Zhang Cong walked up to the sixth floor slowly under the scattered light.

It may be due to the high floor. As soon as he got to the sixth floor, Zhang Cong felt that the moonlight in front of him suddenly brightened by a degree. Of course, it may also be his illusion.

Several boxes of Chinese cabbage were piled up by Mr. Feng's door, and now they turned over the box for some reason, and a few pieces rolled out. The cabbages were covered with soil one by one, shining brightly under the moonlight, as if they had been sprinkled with salt. The same, it seems that a piece of cabbage can be eaten with the soil.

Zhang Cong guessed that Zhang Hanma kicked it.After all, only the two of them lived on the sixth floor. Usually, no one would come to this shabby place, and the thief would have to swear "poor".

Zhang Cong walked over and bent down to pick up the cabbages one by one. He kicked the cardboard box upside down on the ground and threw the cabbages into it.He thought to himself, wait for that old Guixi, he will burn these few boxes of rotten cabbage for him, so that he will eat his face green down there.

Zhang Cong hugged the box, knelt down and put it at Feng Lao's door, just clapped his hands and was about to stand up, but suddenly paused.He was surprised to find that there was a twisted weed growing in the crack of the wall in Feng's hometown.

The rhizome of the broken thing is not considered strong, and it lives crookedly.This location was in a corner, and the surrounding ground and walls had cracks, as if it had been ripped from the inside and struggled to grow out.

Goosebumps appeared on Zhang Cong's arms uncontrollably, and he didn't understand, but he suddenly felt a little creepy, and even the roots of his hair started to jump.

The grass was blocked by a cardboard box before, so it must not have been blown too much by the cold wind?Zhang Cong lowered his head and stared at it with dark eyes. After watching for a while, he took out a pencil from his schoolbag.

The little bauble was too ugly and twisted so gracefully that it made him uncomfortable.Zhang Cong helped the grass up with his hands, stood the pencil against the wall, and tried to touch the transparent glue to get it out, and was going to tie it up and straighten it.

But before the transparent glue came out of the bag, Zhang Cong stopped suddenly.As if he had been irritated by something, he immediately turned into a vicious man. He threw the pencil down the stairs, and the barrel of the pen hit the stairs.

Zhang Cong kicked the box and stepped on the grass.The weeds lived in peace for a long time, and finally ushered in a catastrophe. They were crushed to pieces by Zhang Cong's soles in an instant.

Zhang Cong rubbed his shoes on the ground, opened the door after cleaning it, and then slammed the door shut with a loud bang. He probably wanted to see when he would drop the door to his death.

On this day, Yan Jianghe went to the hospital early in the morning.He walked around the ward, told the patient a bunch of words, and wasted some saliva with the patient's family. He was about to go back to get some water for himself when he was blocked by Old Feng's attending doctor, Xu.

Yan Jianghe thought he was unlucky, so he had to follow behind Old Xu's ass first. Old Xu dragged him to the end of the corridor, and opened the window before speaking.

Yan Jianghe's eyelids twitched, and he immediately raised his hand and slapped the window shut again: "Old Xu, just say what you want, what kind of window do you open, you're freezing to death."

Old Xu was silent, sighed before speaking, and contemplated for a long time like suspense: "Jiang He, let Mr. Feng be discharged from the hospital."

Yan Jianghe frowned, he was used to being moody, and now he raised his hand and opened the window again: "Why?"

Old Xu didn't go around in circles with him, and said simply and concisely: "It's spread."

"..." Yan Jianghe's eyes pierced through the crack of the window, squinting at the drain pipe of the opposite building.

"The latest test results came out a few days ago, on the lungs, on the liver... Anyway, all of them..."

Old Xu looked at Yan Jianghe's face: "The film is in the drawer of my room, do you want to see it?"

"I see what that thing does." Yan Jianghe clicked his tongue.

"It's useless to stay in the hospital for treatment. I'm poor and suffer. I went to see him the other day and made insinuations... He said he was tired of being hospitalized and wanted to leave home." Lao Xu said.

Old Xu didn't say this clearly, but he didn't need to. Yan Jianghe understood it too well, and that was undoubtedly what he meant by going home—going home and waiting to die.

"About how long?" Yan Jianghe asked without thinking, his eyes moved away from the drain pipe outside.

Old Xu clearly understood what Yan Jianghe was asking, he paused for a moment, his expression a little unhappy: "I hope the Chinese New Year can be celebrated."

Yan Jianghe was a little surprised, he had to look sideways at Old Xu: "Is it so serious? I think the old man is in good spirits."

Old Xu frowned: "Listen to what you said, you are a doctor yourself, can the illness depend on the mental health?"

Yan Jianghe was stunned for a moment, and suddenly hooked the corner of his lips and said "heh", he stretched out his hand and rubbed his face: "That's right."

Yan Jianghe was so busy this morning that he became a spinning top, and the fire in his heart was getting hotter and hotter. When he was free to urinate/piss, he reflected for a while, probably because he had eaten the wrong breakfast, and he would no longer be able to drink soy milk in the morning.

He is not a thing, he can blame everything when he goes wrong, he doesn't know his own fault, that is, the soy milk is too pitiful, not only entered Yan Jianghe's digestive system, but also got scolded when it was excreted.

At noon, Yan Jianghe carried a bowl of porridge and two boxes of rice with fish-flavored pork shreds in one hand, and a glass of Coke in the other, and entered Feng Lao's ward while sucking a straw.

Before he went in to speak, he poured himself a big mouthful of Coke, and he opened his mouth full of sweetness: "Zhang Cong didn't come? I bought a box of lunch for nothing."

Feng Lao had just removed the needle, half body paralyzed on the bed, squinting at him: "Can people still come every day? No school."

"Okay." Yan Jianghe sat down and opened two boxes of fish-flavored shredded pork rice. One box was eaten by himself, and the other box was left to smell, just to disgust Mr. Feng.

Feng Lao took the porridge tremblingly, Yan Jianghe threw a spoon into the porridge bowl, and squeezed some pickles.

"Get out of the hospital." Yan Jianghe said, tilting his head and taking a sip of Coke.

"Director Xu told you?" Elder Feng looked at him.

"Yeah." Yan Jianghe said while eating, "He told you too?"

"That's not true." Feng Lao scolded, "Do you think everyone is as wicked as you? How could he tell me personally to wait for death."

"..." Yan Jianghe chewed a mouthful of food for several rounds before swallowing it down, "Then you can go out, but the place where you live is really not good, I will find you a house?"

Hearing what he said, Mr. Feng immediately became unhappy. Yan Jianghe didn't know where this old thing got the strength. With a flick of the spoon, he threw it into the bowl, and all the rice soup splashed out, which happened to splash on Yan Jianghe. face: "Is sick, and a dying person ruins a good house?"

"..." Yan Jianghe silently took out two tissue papers to wipe his face. After being shaken like this, his conscience was wiped out. He felt that this old thing should live in the sewer, so he cursed, "Can you have more eyes?"

"Nothing big or small!" Elder Feng glared at him.The old man was silent for a while, and then said, "I asked you to persuade Zhang Cong, did you persuade him?"

"What are you persuading?" Yan Jianghe saw Mr. Feng slowly stirring the porridge with a spoon, which made him lose his appetite at all. "Don't stir like this, it makes me lose my appetite."

"Go out if you don't have an appetite." Feng Lao continued to disturb, "I asked you to persuade Zhang Cong not to treat me, did you persuade me? It was superfluous for me to live in, just to make him give up. You are good, and help Let him pay me, do you think I don’t know anything when I’m lying down?”

Yan Jianghe glanced at him, put down his chopsticks, and started drinking Coke.

Mr. Feng was very angry when he spoke, and he was exhausted after a few sentences. Now the movement in his throat seemed to be pulling a broken erhu: "For Zhang Cong, I am the first elder who treats him well, you know What do I mean? He desperately wants me to come to the hospital because he is afraid, he is afraid that I will die. I was hospitalized and spent his money to torture him, just to let him understand that I will die no matter what. He actually understands, I just forced him Face it. He has to learn how to swim, he can't keep holding on to the straw, no matter how hard he tries, he won't be able to reach the shore."

Old Feng sighed as if leaking from a broken blower: "If this person wants to understand the truth, he will suffer a loss. He will be sensible when he hits the south wall."

Yan Jianghe pursed his lips, and after a long silence, he said, "I know."

Elder Feng glanced at him, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "You want to educate children, you educate yourself, you have your way, I have no objection, as long as it is more useful than mine."

He finally stopped stirring the porridge, put down the spoon, and suddenly looked at Yan Jianghe so seriously: "Do you know why I taught you in the first place? So many interns came in, why I was willing to give you a small stove, you know?"

"..." Yan Jianghe sucked up the Coke in one gulp, and there was a "huhu" sound from the bottle.

"The first time I saw you, you took off your white coat and threw it into the trash can." Feng Lao smiled, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be stretched out in a trance, and even the sickness in his body seemed to be gone. Throwing it away.

He slowly recalled, pondering the interesting times in his life: "Then you walked out of the hospital in a hurry, as if you were on a hot wheel, and happened to bump into a patient who rushed in, and the patient opened his mouth and vomited. It's all over your body, all over your face."

Yan Jianghe had a complicated expression: "...I'm eating, can you not tell me?"

Mr. Feng ignored his words and continued: "You scolded your mother on the spot, but you still supported the patient and didn't let go. Later, I went back and took a look at the trash can, and the white coat thrown in it was gone. I I never asked you, did you pick it up?"

"..." Yan Jianghe stared at him, "Even drinking porridge can't shut your mouth."

Old Feng laughed softly: "Of course it can't be blocked."

In Yan Jianghe's eyes, the skin on Feng's neck looked like a chapped rag, which would be disgusting if used to wipe the floor, and was only suitable for throwing ashes into the fire.

Due to his illness, he was thin with a straight and slender stick. The neck was so high and thin that it seemed to be easily broken with a bang, but it was not easy to fall over with a bang.

Feng Lao said: "At that time, I thought that you would be a good doctor if you were angry with me. Later, when I found out that you were Yan Tao's son, I was even more sure. You have both character and talent, and I won't teach you. , that is unacceptable."

"Old man, shut up." Yan Jianghe sighed.

"Zhang Cong is also a good boy." Feng Lao just didn't shut up, and he had to do everything to him.

Yan Jianghe stared at him for a while, and finally picked up the fish-flavored shredded pork rice and took a bite, chewed it twice and swallowed it, and then said softly again: "I know."

Yan Jianghe's mind wandered, and he asked again: "Do you know who Zhang Hanma is?"

"Zhang Hanma?" Feng Lao was taken aback, "That's Zhang Cong's father. Did you see it?"

Yan Jianghe raised his eyebrows, thinking that it was as expected.He didn't answer Mr. Feng, but said, "I'll talk to Zhang Cong about the discharge from the hospital. Don't worry about it."

After he finished speaking, he swept the empty coke bottle into the trash can with his backhand, and was about to leave with his lunch in his hands: "I'm going to the toilet to eat, it's too unappetizing to eat in front of your eyes."

Mr. Feng was immediately happy. He looked at Yan Jianghe's back, then glanced at another box of fish-flavored shredded pork that was smelling in front of him, and said with a smile, "They're all bastards."

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Things have been complicated recently, and the update is slow, everyone forgive me ~ ok~