no way

Zhang Cong jumped out of Yan Jianghe's car. The heating inside the car and the cold air outside had a convection.

But he still stood upright, without looking back, he rushed towards the big iron gate of the community, afraid of turning around, he couldn't help but punch Yan Jianghe's face with his fist, blooming flowers like brocades for him.

I can feel the car behind me driving away without hesitation, with a sense of eagerness and eagerness.Zhang Cong was inexplicably relieved.

He is bored, why should he be relieved?In the next second, he may have found the answer - he will not give Yan Jianghe a flower garden on his face, and this point is finally foolproof.

Zhang Cong jumped up and down twice, his knees stopped shaking, and he walked to the iron gate, squinting his eyes to see that the door was unlocked.

He turned his face away again, and the boxy little room next to the security guard was also pitch black, with no hair in it.

"It's just a prodigal son." Zhang Cong thought.

There are always so many useless gadgets in this world, all kinds of pretending to take advantage of them, but in reality they don't even taste like farts.

Zhang Cong was very disdainful of this, he kicked open the big iron gate, walked in swaggeringly in the wind and snow, opened his mouth and cursed: "Fucking high-end neighborhood."

It's also cold in high-end residential areas, but it should be high-end cold.Zhang Cong looked up and stared at the tall buildings. The windows of some houses were still lit, which proved that the lights had not been turned off to go to sleep.The light is sparse and rare, scattered in the darkness, like a series of twisted holes.

Zhang Cong went under the lamp, reached into his right pocket, and took out a handful of lollipops. He could see there were seven or eight lollipops.

Zhang Cong spread the candy in his palm, looked at it under the dimmed light, frowned, and clicked his tongue: "I threw it wrong."

His handful of lollipops are strawberry-flavored ones, the only lollipops, and he especially likes strawberry ones.There are many other flavors.

But it was also a coincidence, he threw a stick into the car just now, and now the strawberry smell is gone - he threw the single strawberry stick into Yan Jianghe's car.

A gust of wind and fine snow swept his face from bottom to top and lifted it up, directly hitting his forehead.Zhang Cong's eyes were covered with snow, and he had to squint his eyes, and the slanted bangs covering his eyes were also lifted.A Band-Aid was exposed under the lifted hijab, firmly attached above his brow bone.

Zhang Cong didn't care, and let his bangs be overturned, his hair fluttered in the wind, cold snow fell from his forehead, touched his warm body temperature, turned into water, and dripped down the angular face.

Zhang Cong walked around the flower bed in the middle of the community, and his hands and feet were frozen to ice. His ripped jeans are really not very good. After walking around for a while, his legs may be frozen with ice. Block it.

So Zhang Cong pondered for a moment, and got into the second unit building in the south building.He entered the door, did not go around to get on the elevator, but went up three flights of stairs.

Feeling that the whistling wind was being dizzy by the detour in the corridor, and it couldn't blow in, Zhang Cong sat down at the corner of the stairwell.

The ground was cold and dirty, but Zhang Cong didn't care. He leaned his back against the wall, raised his head, and leaned the back of his head against the wall. He folded the two lapels of his jacket in the middle with both hands. Just closed his eyes.

In the second half of the night, the wind and snow were even stronger, and the fine snowflakes became heavier, and evolved from falling arms to rustling and creaking, waiting for dawn together with the clamoring wind.

At around six o'clock in the morning, the sky was not bright at all, and the sun was still dozing off.The color of the air is very dark, but there is a layer of white snow on the ground, not too thick, but it is very white, probably because the light is reflected from the bottom upwards, faintly mixed with some weak paleness into the cold.

As if an alarm clock was set in Zhang Cong's mind, his eyelids lifted up in a flash, revealing the bloodshot eyes crisscrossed and entangled.

He raised his hand and rubbed his neck, and stood up on his stiff and sore legs, as if he was leaning on a pair of broken crutches that were about to be scrapped.

Zhang Cong didn't stay in the corridor any longer. He went downstairs tenaciously on his "broken crutches". He started to feel numb from the soles of his feet, and he jumped up and hurt.

There is a quiet white snow in the community, no one came out this night, so it is so perfect that even the wind is reluctant to blow it, and it feels like a sin if it is a little wrinkled.

Zhang Cong likes it very much.He prefers capital punishment to be inevitable, so he begins to wreak havoc.

He stepped on the snow one by one.At this moment, his legs have almost "healed", or his nerves have been paralyzed by the cold, but they are not so sore anyway, so he started to circle and step on the pattern again when he was bored.

After stepping on it for about half an hour, when he just stepped on a five-pointed star, a person came out of the opposite unit door.

Zhang Cong immediately tilted his head and stopped stepping on the stars. He chose the shortest distance and walked towards that person quickly.

This person came from Unit [-] of the North Building. The buildings in this community are in the shape of a circle, and the North Building [-] and the South Building [-] happen to face each other.

Before Zhang Cong walked a few steps, the other party saw him.

The person on the opposite side is about the same age as Zhang Cong, but he is a bit taller than Zhang Cong.The boy was carrying a schoolbag, wearing a brand new indigo jacket, a pair of school pants, and a pair of limited-edition Nikes under his feet.

"Damn it?" Liu Enming was stunned, quickly turned his head and glanced back, then ran up to Zhang Cong in a small step and pulled him aside.

He suppressed his voice, the Nikes under his feet were splashed with snow, his eyes were fixed on the gate of Beidong Er, and he said cautiously: "Why are you here?"

Zhang Cong glanced at him and said succinctly, "Take the money."

Liu Enming stared at him, still not daring to speak loudly, and glanced back again: "Didn't I tell you to go to school? Why did you run downstairs from my house!"

Zhang Cong shook off Liu Enming's claws on his arm, and repeated: "Take the money."

"..." Liu Enming's small eyes widened again, "Hush your voice! My parents are still at home! I live on the twelfth floor!"

Zhang Cong: "..."

If this voice can be heard on the twelfth floor, then his parents' hearing can apply for a miracle in the world, and it is no problem to win an Olympic Nobel.

Liu Enming's neck was tucked into his collar, like a chicken boy: "How dare you come downstairs to block me..."

"Stop fucking nonsense." Zhang Cong finally lost his patience, "Take the money, right now."

As he spoke, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth and lit it, and /fucked/ in his pocket with his other hand, stroking a lollipop.

"...All right." Liu Enming looked around cautiously, like a secret agent.He unloaded his schoolbag, fumbled in the bag, and took out an envelope, which was bulging.

Just as Zhang Cong was about to reach out to grab it, Liu Enming shook his hand and took the envelope away.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Cong narrowed his eyes and took a puff of smoke.

"Have you seen blood?" Liu Enming asked.

"..." Zhang Cong frowned briefly, "See you."

Liu Enming laughed immediately, the laughter made Zhang Cong feel sick, and he said, "To what extent?"

Zhang Cong was so annoyed that he said angrily, "Nosebleed, the front teeth are probably loose."

"That's it?" Liu Enming seemed dissatisfied.

"That's the only way." Zhang Cong said, "You tell me that Huang Liang is in Azure, and I will block people. He also brought a few capable fighters with him. I will pick more, that's all."

"Impossible. Brother Cong is very capable. No one in our No. [-] Middle School knows that." Liu Enming looked at Zhang Cong with a wicked eyebrow, stretched out his hand to open the envelope, and rubbed out a wad of money from it.The envelope was half deflated, as if a fart had just been let out.

Liu Enming handed the envelope to Zhang Cong this time: "That's all."

Zhang Cong saw that he was silent, put the envelope into his pocket, and the cigarette ash fell, circling in the air and landed on Liu Enming's shoes.

Liu Enming shook the small stack of red notes in his hand, Zhang Cong checked with his eyes, there were about two thousand.

"If you still want these in my hands." Liu Enming put the money and his hands into the big pocket of his coat, "just mess with him again."

He looked down at his pocket, his small eyes released two rays: "If I can break a bone, I'll give you so much more."

"Brother Cong, you are all about saving face." Liu Enming glanced back again, jumped ahead, and leaned in front of Zhang Cong, "That bastard Huang Liang dares to green me, so I can't spare him!"

Zhang Cong reached out to take the cigarette out of his mouth, and poked the end of the cigarette at Liu Enming's face.

"Hey! Brother Cong!" Liu Enming groaned quickly, and took two steps back to avoid it.After shouting, he was nervous for a while, and looked around again, especially at the door of North Building No. [-], to make sure that no one came out, and then whispered, "Brother Cong, what are you doing! If the price is not suitable, we can discuss it."

Zhang Cong bent down, turned his hand and poked the cigarette on the ground.Zhang Cong smoked hard. At this moment, there was only a small section of the cigarette left, and he fell headfirst into the snow, with the butt of the cigarette facing the sky.

"Get out." Zhang Cong got up, opened his mouth, and cursed from his throat.

"Fuck." Liu Enming raised his head, met Zhang Cong's gaze, and immediately lowered his gaze. He muttered softly, "What's the air?"

Liu Enming didn't dare to provoke Zhang Cong, his eyes wandered here and there, and his voice was a little louder: "Don't go to school with me!"

Even if his voice was a little louder, Zhang Cong felt that he had to dig out his ears to hear clearly.But he won't dig out his ears for Liu Enming.And even if he couldn't hear clearly, he still picked out the key point from Liu Enming's ambiguous sentence - don't let Huang Liang see that I have something to do with you.

Liu Enming is an idiot, a shameless bastard who deserves to be cheated on, something that can't break a nest.

Zhang Cong felt nauseous for a while.I don’t know if it’s because I’m hungry, I didn’t eat dinner last night, I went to Azure to fight with people in the middle of the night, and I left it outside in the cold all night, my stomach is going to be hungry now, the sour water turned up, Zhang Cong wished he could disembowel himself.

Fortunately, after Liu Enming finished speaking, he immediately sewed away with his buttocks between his hands.He turned around every step of the way, and his short neck was too shy to pretend to be a giraffe. He didn't know whether he was looking at his parents who lived on the twelfth floor, at the door of the second north building, or at Zhang Cong who was standing behind him without moving an inch.

Zhang Cong took out a lollipop, yogurt-flavored, from his pocket. He tore off the wrapping paper and stuffed the candy ball into his mouth.