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Yan Jianghe looked at the medicine on the table: "Take two anti-inflammatory medicines, drink some hot water after eating, and go to bed."

After Yan Jianghe finished speaking, he threw the book aside, stood up and stretched his waist: "I'm exhausted this day."

He looked at Zhang Cong with drooping eyelids: "I didn't sleep last night because of you little bastard, I was so sleepy, go to bed early."

Zhang Cong met Yan Meitong who was lying on his lap, and he stared at Yan Meitong's nose: "I sleep on the sofa."

"Ah?" Yanjiang Hechang is so old, and it's the first time he saw something so ignorant of Zhang Cong. He clicked his tongue, "Are you sick? I lay on this sofa last night and couldn't sleep at all. My back was about to fall off." gone."

When Yan Jianghe bought the sofa, he wanted it to look good, and he didn't expect to be able to sleep on it.The leather surface of this sofa is neither too soft nor too spacious.Except for Yan Meitong, no one dared to turn over indiscriminately when sleeping, otherwise they would have to gnaw their heads on the ground.He was stiff for half the night last night, so uncomfortable that he got up in the morning and beat his back.

Zhang Cong looked up at Yan Jianghe, but said nothing.

Yan Jianghe suddenly narrowed his eyes and smiled.With his appearance, he usually couldn't say anything pleasing to the ear, so he poked Zhang Cong again: "The bed in that room is [-] meters, and I took two quilts and two pillows. We lay down obediently, even You can't even touch a hair, you are a man, why are you pretending to be pure and not to be profane?"

Yan Jianghe bent down, picked up Yan Meitong from Zhang Cong's lap, and said, "Or are you so afraid of me?"

"I'm sorry." Yan Jianghe hooked Yan Meitong's tail with his fingertips and twirled around. He stared at Zhang Cong's eyes, "Did I go too far? I exposed you so fiercely that I didn't take care of your awkwardness." Fragile little heart?"

Yan Jianghe made a mistake, so he died unprincipled and said: "Zhang Cong, are you very unhappy, why don't I coax you?"

Zhang Cong: "..."

If all the people in the world were like Yan Jianghe apologizing and coaxing people like this, then the human race would have been extinct long ago.

Zhang Cong really wanted to punch Yan Jianghe's smile away with his fist.His temples jumped violently, as if firing a machine gun, his brain was almost blown into waves.

Yan Jianghe rubbed the cat, Yan Meitong took the drug again and began to hum comfortably.Yan Jianghe picked up a cat's ear and rubbed it, and asked Zhang Cong again: "Zhang Cong, do you need me to coax you?"

"..." Zhang Cong took a deep breath, and his voice was very hard, as if he wanted to dig a hole in the floor, "No need."

"Oh." Yan Jianghe laughed. He took two steps and put Yan Meitong into the nest. ,obedient."

I don't know if he is coaxing the cat, or just pretending to be Zhang Cong.

Yan Jianghe's performance is full marks, and the performance will be perfect after the bang bang is over.He went to the bathroom to tidy up, then wandered into the bedroom.He lay down on the bed, hummed in a low voice and said, "You're awkward, I can't mess with you anymore."

Zhang Cong took the medicine outside, then went to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth.Then he walked into the bedroom.

"Turn off the light and go to bed." Yan Jianghe said with his eyes closed.He is really tired and has to go to work tomorrow.

Zhang Cong paused, raised his hand to turn off the light, walked slowly to the bed, and lay down.

It was very quiet in the dark, and the breathing of the two could be heard clearly.

"Tomorrow, let the old man leave the hospital." Zhang Cong said suddenly.

Yan Jianghe was a little surprised, he didn't expect Zhang Cong to say this suddenly.He opened his eyes and turned his head away, but it was pitch black, and he could probably see a vague shadow: "Have you figured it out?"

Zhang Cong didn't move, nor did he respond.

"That's right. You should have figured it out a long time ago." Yan Jianghe continued, "He actually wants you to retreat in spite of difficulties. People, adults and children are like that, and it doesn't make sense to do it."

"Or." Yan Jianghe simply turned over and turned sideways to Zhang Cong, "He wants you to beg me. He wants you to ask me for help."

Zhang Cong was taken aback, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"It's very simple." Yan Jianghe said, "He thinks you are a person with a tenacious desire to survive. Just like when you had a high fever, you would knock on his door."

In fact, Zhang Cong is such a person.Only when he was put to death would he instinctively yell out.For example, now, how can Yan Jiang guarantee that if Zhang Cong is not sick and has no place to go, he will not lie on this bed even if he fights with him.

How is he supposed to live when he acts like this?Feng always wanted to pull him.

Zhang Cong didn't move at all, Yan Jianghe guessed that he was frozen.

Yan Jianghe: "The old man hopes that you can knock on my door too. Just when you can't save him and can't hold on. Especially, he will always leave you. He hopes that you can learn to knock on my door before he leaves. learn to knock on other people's doors, so that he can feel at ease."

"Can you understand?" Yan Jianghe smiled, "But who would have thought that you are such an idiot, you would rather play yourself to death than admit to being cowardly. Why are you so stubborn?"

He really didn't expect that a little kid would screw up like this.It is estimated that if the old man knew, he would be able to get over it directly.Yan Jianghe originally thought that the medicine given to Zhang Cong was strong enough, but it turned out that Zhang Cong's chronic illness was even worse.This unlucky idiot is really trying his best to be soft and hard.

Zhang Cong closed his eyes and said after a long time, "You are so annoying."

Yan Jianghe suddenly laughed out loud: "Things without a conscience."

Yan Jianghe sighed: "That clinic was taken over by the police. I warn you, don't think about those messy things in the future, or you won't be able to clean up."

Zhang Cong: "..."

"Hey." Yan Jianghe stretched out his quilt and kicked Zhang Cong, "The last time you were on the side of the road, when your stomach hurt, you said it had nothing to do with Tang Fuxing, so what did you do with the knife?"

"..." Zhang Cong was silent, and then said, "I took the money and threatened my classmates."

Yan Jianghe frowned, and commented: "A wicked thing."

He didn't ask any more questions, but just said, "If you are short of money, come to me and tell me where to use it. After the IOU is written, the interest rate will be [-] times the bank's interest rate. I will lend it to you."

Yan Jiang is so black that he is worse than a pig or a dog, and the usury would be frightening in front of him.Zhang Cong pretended not to hear him and ignored him.

Yan Jianghe didn't hold on anymore, his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, and he could almost see the outline of Zhang Cong's entire face.The tall nose bridge is the most eye-catching, straight and straight, as if it is so strong that nothing will collapse.

Yan Jianghe thought about it for a while, and asked a nonsensical question: "Zhang Cong, will you knock on the door if your hand is disabled or not?"

There was still no response from Zhang Cong.No one spoke anymore, and the air was quiet again for a long time.

Until Yan Jianghe closed his eyes, he almost fell asleep.He suddenly heard three knocks on the head of the bed - like knocking on the door.

Yan Jianghe's heart froze, and then he opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at Zhang Cong quickly.Zhang Cong beside him seemed to be asleep, with both arms tucked under the quilt.

Yan Jianghe groaned in his heart, the head of his bed must have been knocked by some guilty kid.

"It's haunted." Yan Jianghe said softly.

"Yan Jianghe." The ghost closed his eyes and said, "You can't feel sorry for me."

Only when there is no light at all, can Zhang Cong really become the ghost in his heart.But it's just a word of effort.

He spoke hoarsely and softly, his voice was low and illusory, as if he could disappear without a trace when he exhaled.But the smile on Yan Jianghe's face was blown away by this fluffy sentence.

This little bastard has a hard and cheap frame, with a thin layer of skin and flesh, but his thoughts are still so deep in the end.

Yan Jianghe said slowly: "Then you are crying. The poor little one is not teary, pouting and whispering softly, pulling the corner of his clothes and lowering his head and saying, 'Brother, help me'. You are a fart ah."

Yan Jianghe seemed to be about to fall asleep, and his voice became lower and lower: "With a stinky face, it's too bad to throw it in the trash can..."

No one spoke that night until Yan Jianghe's breathing became steady and long.Zhang Cong quietly turned over.

He stared at Yan Jianghe's side face in the dark until his eye sockets hurt.Zhang Cong took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

The next day Yan Jianghe got up earlier than Zhang Cong.Perhaps because of the strength of the medicine, Zhang Cong fell asleep unexpectedly.When he woke up, Yan Jianghe was no longer in the room.

The feeling of powerlessness that was as soft as noodles was gone from his body, and Zhang Cong could feel his body slowly regaining strength.

Zhang Cong got out of bed, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw Yan Meitong squatting at the door with her buttocks pouted.Sensing that he came out, Yan Meitong raised her head, said gracefully, and said "meow" in a thin voice to show good morning.

Zhang Cong: "..."

He roughly took a look, Yan Jianghe should be in the kitchen.

Zhang Cong went to the bathroom to clean himself up first. When he came out, Yan Jianghe had a piece of bread in his mouth, a cup of hot milk in one hand, and a pair of... thermal pants in the other.

"You can't eat, and don't drink water." Yan Jianghe didn't speak very clearly with the bread in his mouth.He raised his hand and threw the thermal pants at Zhang Cong's face.

Zhang Cong reacted quickly. He immediately tilted his head and reached out to catch the thermal pants.

"Put on your pants." Yan Jianghe reached for the bread and chewed at the same time, "You go to the hospital with me today for a physical examination."

Zhang Cong was staring at the thermal pants in his hand, feeling a little complicated, but he was stunned when he heard what Yan Jianghe said. He suddenly raised his head and stared at Yan Jianghe, subconsciously said: "I'm fine."

Yan Jianghe laughed dryly: "Do you think you have X-ray eyes? Are you okay if you say you're okay?"

Yan Jianghe's gaze shifted to Zhang Cong's arm: "Stop talking nonsense. If I say go, I will go."

"I..." Zhang Cong frowned.

He still wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Yan Jianghe again: "I have to go to work today, please come to leave."

Yan Jianghe's mouthful of bread might have been wrapped with something to lower his head. He swallowed it and began to treat Zhang Cong again. He deliberately added spices to his words: "Your grandfather was discharged from the hospital, let's go tonight. You go through the discharge procedures first, and I will tell you what to do." The people in the hospital said, stay in the hospital during the day, and I will drive at night. I have to. "

So Zhang Cong's ears twitched, and he couldn't refute at all, because he had to change the subject immediately: "He is not my grandfather."

Yan Jianghe raised one eyebrow and looked at him for a while, then smiled and said: "The seventeen or eighty should be called 'Grandpa'. None."

He stretched out his little finger towards Zhang Cong, and sighed with regret: "In this world, one generation is not as good as the next generation, and the traditional virtues of respecting the old and loving the young have been passed down to the bastard."

"..." Zhang Cong lowered his eyes, his eyes sinking.

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I am relieved to see that you are all rebellious.Rugging: Don't regret it.