no way

When Zhang Cong woke up, it was already daylight.Yan Jianghe's room faces the sun, but the curtains are thick enough, the sun doesn't penetrate much, and the room is still very dark.Only the curtains were stained with a fuzzy light, like a thin layer of warm yellow caramel.

Zhang Cong opened his eyelids, stared at the ceiling lamp in a daze for a minute, and finally moved his neck.

His whole body was as limp as a puddle of filthy water, his bones seemed to have been corroded, and his skin and flesh had been mothed to pieces, and he couldn't squeeze out any strength from his whole body.

Zhang Cong's Adam's apple moved. His throat was so dry that it might have been cracked.

where is this?

Zhang Cong didn't know when he passed out last night.He just remembered that he was struck by lightning against the sky at the barbecue restaurant, and beat his own father in a daze.Then, he saw the damn Yan Jianghe again.

It's Yan Jianghe again.Zhang Cong's mind was still muddled, and he thought hard for a long time before he remembered why Yan Jianghe had brought him into the car.

Then it seemed that Yan Jianghe wanted to take him to the hospital, but he refused and wanted to jump out of the car.Did you make it?It probably didn't make the jump, otherwise he would probably be lying on the road now.

Zhang Cong must have fainted, or simply lost his mind, anyway, he didn't remember much of what happened afterwards, it was blank, and just thinking about it gave him a splitting headache.

At the moment when Zhang Cong had a headache, the sole of his foot was suddenly rubbed by a fluffy thing.The thing was still hot, and Zhang Cong was taken aback.He wanted to move his foot away quickly, but his whole body was weak, and in the end there was only a symbolic twitch of his ankle.

Zhang Cong felt a small bump on the side of the quilt, and something was climbing up quickly.He lowered his eyes, just as the quilt was lifted, and Yan Meitong's head came out.

Zhang Cong was shocked when he saw Yan Meitong's cat face.As if he saw a ghost, he propped himself up on the bed and slowly sat up, staring at Yan Meitong's blind eyes.

You can't be wrong, this is the blind cat downstairs in his house!Although it is no longer gray, it has become white, snow-white.But Zhang Cong was sure that he would not admit his mistake, this was the little beast.

Recognizing Yan Meitong, Zhang Cong moved his butt to the side subconsciously. He was so startled that he seemed to be afraid of it, and he could die with just one slap.

Yan Meitong might have sensed Zhang Cong's resistance, and instead of moving forward, she stretched her neck, opened her mouth towards Zhang Cong, and let out a "meow" in great aggrieved way.

Zhang Cong: "..."

Just when the person and the cat were stuck together, the door was pushed open, and Yan Jianghe walked in with a glass of water in his hand.

Zhang Cong slowly shifted his gaze to Yan Jianghe's face. At this moment, he seemed to be split in half by a thunderbolt, and he couldn't survive.

"You..." Zhang Cong stared at Yan Jianghe, trying to find his voice, but when he spoke, he seemed to be killing a pig with a curly hatchet.

Yan Jianghe frowned, put the water glass on the bedside table, picked up the quilt on the bed, and threw it on Zhang Cong: "You kick the quilt as soon as the fever subsides. How old are you? My cousin and niece don't kick the quilt anymore."

Zhang Cong: "..."

After burying Zhang Cong, Yan Jianghe began to teach the unlucky Yan Meitong again: "Yan Meitong, did I tell you? Put you on the bed, be honest, don't torment him, he feels uncomfortable. You don't understand Human talk, right?"

Yan Meitong felt even more aggrieved, whining and complaining that Yan Jiang was unreasonable.He is always very difficult for the cat, and he wants it to understand human speech.

As Yan Jianghe said, he stretched his arms, grabbed Yan Meitong's fur, pulled it off the bed, threw it on the beanbag aside, and pointed with his fingers: "Yan Meitong, lie down."

Yan Meitong didn't have cat rights, so she had to obediently lie on her stomach and not make a sound.

"What do you call it?" Zhang Cong stared at a person and a cat opposite him, feeling that the world was beginning to become unreal.

"Yan Meitong. I picked it up downstairs in your house. No, it wasn't picked up, it was touched." Yan Jianghe picked up the water glass on the table and stuffed it for Zhang Cong. "Drink some water, listen to your movements, Those who didn’t know thought I was killing animals with a chainsaw at home.”

"..." Zhang Cong was still in a state of confusion, and he drank water when Yanjiang Jose gave him water, and he felt a little alive after drinking it.He took a deep breath, slowed down, and asked again, "It's blind, you call it Yan Meitong?"

It doesn't matter if the surname is Yan, a blind man, call someone Meitong?This is really unnecessary, and this is not the case with neuropathy.

Yan Jianghe narrowed his eyes and said, "Why do you care so much about it? You haven't said a few words since you woke up. All you said was about it."

Yan Jianghe was really shrewd sometimes, especially talented in dealing with Zhang Cong, so he heard him say again: "This thing can pretend to be pitiful, why, have you seen it?"

He thought of the kitten in Zhang Cong's sketchbook that looked like Yan Meitong, but Zhang Cong was heavy when he wrote it. He felt that the cat he drew was not a white cat, and his fur should be a darker color.

"No." Zhang Cong quickly lowered his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "I just think you are sick, and I call a blind man a cosmetic contact lens."

Yan Jianghe smiled: "What happened to the blind man?"

He observed Zhang Cong's reaction: "Who stipulated that blind people can't be called colored contact lenses? You can't deprive them of the right to be called colored contact lenses just because they are blind."

Zhang Cong's teeth were about to twist.

Yan Jianghe snorted softly: "Of course, a bastard like you doesn't understand at least four or six times. You definitely don't understand this truth."

Zhang Cong put the cup back on the bedside table, and at the same time glanced at Yan Jianghe, who was pierced by Yan Jianghe's smile.He quickly looked back, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a few pieces of clothes piled up at the foot of the bed.That's his.

Zhang Cong was stunned, lifted the quilt to look at himself, and then asked Yan Jianghe in disbelief: "You take off my clothes?"

"Stop talking nonsense. I'm changing your clothes." Yan Jianghe sneered, "You want to roll on my bed with your clothes covered in ashes from a fight?"

Yan Jianghe: "You don't have to show that face to anyone? Not only did I take off your clothes, I also wiped you with alcohol, otherwise you would have been burnt into the infusion room of the big doctor. What's the matter? What kind of big girl are you, do you still want to set up a memorial archway?"

"..." Zhang Cong couldn't utter a word, and his throat hurt even more from holding back, so much that now he wanted to wring his neck off with his own hands.

Zhang Cong lifted the quilt and prepared to get out of bed: "I'm leaving."

"Go back." Yan Jianghe didn't pay attention to him, raised his hand and slapped him on the shoulder and pushed him back.

Zhang Cong's whole body was shattered, and he hit the back of his head on the bed after being pushed by him, almost grinning from the pain.

Yan Jianghe looked at his face: "Don't mess with me, let me ask you, what are you doing at the barbecue restaurant?"

"Beat someone." Zhang Cong said expressionlessly, "Didn't you see it all?"

"Beat someone?" Yan Jianghe sat on the edge of the bed, raised his hand and slapped Zhang Cong's leg through the quilt, "Say it again."

Zhang Cong met Yan Jianghe's eyes, and his scalp was numb from the dark brown pupils.He suddenly understood that in Yan Jianghe's eyes, he had nowhere to hide.

Zhang Cong smiled briefly: "Beat my father."

"..." Yan Jianghe was so angry that he almost poked his eyeballs with his fingers, and spit on his face, "Zhang Cong!"

Yan Jianghe: "You are so rebellious! Less things to teach!"

Zhang Cong looked away, looked at Yan Meitong who was licking his paw, and absently replied, "He deserves it."

"..." Yan Jianghe breathed a sigh of relief, restraining himself not to beat the child, not to mention Zhang Cong is still sick, "Then it is your father, he gave birth to you!"

"Give birth to me?" Zhang Cong turned his eyes back and stared at Yan Jianghe's face again, his hoarse voice remained unchanged, "It was my mother who gave birth to me, what is Zhang Hanma? What kind of effort did he put in?"

Zhang Cong's lips were pale: "For him, what's the difference between me and what he/shot/in those chicken/vaginal/passages?"

Yan Jianghe was speechless for a moment, he stared at Zhang Cong so hard that he couldn't even shake his ear off.

Yan Jianghe felt as if he was stunned by something horrifying.He felt that he was not a polite and nice person in his conscience.But even at his age, when he was the most stupid and the worst, he never thought that he could hear such stupid words.

"Did you meddle in your own business and pay the boss? How much did you pay, and I will pay you back." Zhang Cong was really impatient, and said, "Can I go now?"

Yan Jianghe immediately became happy.He really didn't expect this little bastard to dare to ask him for money.

"Go away." Yan Jianghe asked him coldly, "Zhang Cong, let me ask you, did you go to that small clinic?"

Yan Jianghe's question was not very clear, but he immediately got the answer from Zhang Cong's wide-open eyes.

Yan Jianghe wished he could strangle him to death.He could see clearly that there was only surprise on Zhang Cong's expression, and he was surprised that he knew about it.Nothing else.Pain, fear, worry, regret... None of these should be there.

"Can you court death more easily?" Yan Jianghe's brain twitched, "Zhang Cong, I always thought you were very smart, but I never thought you were an idiot!"

Zhang Cong's surprise was only for a moment, and within a moment, he turned pale and tilted his head: "I am willing."

Yan Jianghe didn't speak again.He stood up from the bed, went straight to the closet, and pulled out a leather belt from it.

Yan Jianghe held the belt in his hand, then turned his face to look at Zhang Cong.

He was really pissed off, he basically smoked from the seven orifices, and wanted to smoke when he held the belt in his hand, but Zhang Cong looked like he was dying, Yan Jianghe really had no choice, he was afraid that another two smokes would really kill this little bastard.

So, Yan Jianghe could only grit his teeth and put the belt back.

He yelled at Zhang Cong and let out his anger: "Little turtle, Wang Bagao, you are quite good at it. I haven't seen you for a long time. Did you find the big tail flower?"

Zhang Cong didn't move his head tilted, like an innocent waiting to die.This time, with a tear in his throat, he slowly opened his mouth and asked Yan Jianghe: "Who told you to watch it?"

How can a doctor hit a patient?Doctors can't beat patients.Yan Jianghe thought so, and at the same time pulled out a soft pillow from under Yan Meitong's buttocks, and turned Yan Meitong upside down.

The next second, Yan Jianghe raised his eyelids, and amidst Yan Meitong's meowing sound, he swung the pillow towards Zhang Cong's face.

Yan Jianghe yelled: "Don't fucking fart. I don't want to see it? I don't want to see you return the clothes to me? You have that morality, and you know how to return people's things? I don't want to see you get in my car and let me Sending you home? I kidnapped you? Isn’t it you who looks like dying in front of me all day long?”

Yan Jianghe stepped onto the bed, bent over and pressed Zhang Cong straight: "Who told me to watch it? Zhang Cong, can you speak human words? You really don't want me to help you? You don't want me to control you? You and I What kind of grandson are you pretending to be? You are the most nonsense in China!"

"Little brat, do you dare to admit it?" Yan Jianghe tried his best to control his temper, and said in a deep voice, "Admit it, what can you do?"

Zhang Cong was dizzy from being hit by Yan Jiang He Yi's pillow, and was forced to suffocate by his bloody questioning, and felt that his head was about to fall off his neck.

Zhang Cong shook his head vigorously, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

Yan Jianghe's words forced Zhang Cong to understand who and what it looked like that was pushing him and twisting his neck at the grill shop door.It's easy to see it, just drag a mirror and put it in front of yourself to take a picture.

Zhang Cong didn't know whether to say he deserved to die, or to praise Yan Jianghe's ability.

He wore an armor made of broken copper, sunken in the years and covered with emerald-colored moldy rust, strong and weak, too dirty to avoid.And Yan Jianghe just turned his head and took a look, and everything fell into disarray.

All the hypocrisy was stripped away, revealing the dirty original appearance.Vulnerable.

Zhang Cong lowered his head and remained silent for a long time.

His lips trembled for a long time, and finally he let out a breathless voice: "Why did you hit me?"

Yan Jianghe said expressionlessly, "No reason."

After Yan Jianghe finished speaking, seeing that Zhang Cong's face was turning white into ashes, he reached out and touched his forehead.

Yan Jianghe's palms are thick and dry, not soft, and even more incompatible with "gentleness".

When Zhang Cong was touched like this, the blood all over his body rolled up, and a layer of goose bumps appeared on his body.He must be seriously ill, and he desperately wanted to open Yan Jianghe's hand, but he couldn't even lift his arm, so he just let Yan Jianghe take his temperature.