no way

Although the sun is shining today, the wind is strong and it is still quite cold.Zhang Cong was wrapped in Yan Jianghe's down jacket, which was the one Yan Jianghe wore out yesterday.

Although Zhang Cong deserved it, he was really a poor guy.He has not recovered from his illness, and in the winter, he has to go out on an empty stomach to suffer from the old north wind, and he doesn't even have to drink hot water. This feeling can't be more refreshing.

Seeing Zhang Cong tucking his neck into his collar, Yan Jianghe sighed inwardly.He raised his hand and grabbed the hat behind Zhang Cong's back, and put it on his head: "Is it cold?"

Zhang Cong seemed to have paused for a moment, then glanced at Yan Jianghe, but said nothing.

Yan Jianghe Chaotian rolled his eyes, hating iron for not becoming steel, and said: "Why are you so wrong? I really have never seen a brat who is more annoying than you."

After Yan Jianghe finished speaking, he deliberately looked carefully at Zhang Cong's expression.Zhang Cong's lips were pursed, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be pulled slightly, but it was a bit unsightly, much like the scene of a facelift operation failure.

Yan Jianghe exaggerates almost every moment.Why is Zhang Cong so talented that he can make him want to slap him every minute, but he feels in a daze that he can't. ——Zhang Cong is an ancestor.

But Yan Jianghe felt that Zhang Cong had changed, at least for him.It may be because Zhang Cong made a brief guest appearance as a ghost last night.How can Yan Jiang be sure that the usual "unpleasant" atmosphere between him and Zhang Cong has basically faded away.The most obvious thing is that the way Zhang Cong looked at himself no longer seemed to be planning how to kill someone and throw away the corpse.

"How long is the old man?" Zhang Cong slammed the car door, rubbed his hands, and suddenly asked Yan Jianghe.

Yan Jianghe understood immediately.His hand for inserting the car key paused, and he glanced at Zhang Cong from the corner of his eye before turning on the car.

He remembered what Old Xu told him, that old things might not survive the New Year. "Bitter Winter" has no eyes, and it is the nemesis of old and sick people all over the world. Basically, eight out of ten are accurate.

"Not long. But I personally think." Yan Jianghe turned on the car heater and adjusted the air, and looked at Zhang Cong, "At least he can spend a year with us."

This is not the same as what Lao Xu said.

Zhang Cong's heart skipped a beat, and he blasted over dumbly like a mortar. There was no earth-shattering noise, but the soil in his heart was bald, scorched so that not a single blade of grass could grow, and was blown into fly ash.

Zhang Cong leaned his head lightly on the window glass, and said "oh" in a low voice, without any thoughts or feelings.

Yan Jianghe waited for the car to slow down, and the temperature slowly rose, before stepping on the accelerator and driving.His "cheap disease" suddenly came to the fore, and in a rare way, he expressed his regret for the spring and the autumn, and sighed full of emotion: "It's really hard for the old man. This life is lonely."

I don't know how much thought Yan Jianghe has put into it. The movement is so gloomy, and he fished it out and played it with an erhu. , it’s considered Jiuquan smiling when he leaves in the end.”

Yan Jianghe said, and turned his eyes to look at the "grandson" next to him.

Zhang Cong silently turned his face to meet Yan Jianghe's gaze, only feeling that the teeth were leaking, and all his teeth would fall out of his mouth if he didn't catch his breath.

Yan Jianghe smiled at Zhang Cong.

Zhang Cong simply closed his eyes, ghosts and ghosts, it's pure if they don't see them.

When he arrived at the hospital, Yan Jianghe took Zhang Cong to the medical examination without saying a word, and he also specifically explained that Zhang Cong's medical examination report was expedited.

Another morning of top spinning.After Zhang Cong's physical examination was over, Yan Jianghe waited with him in the consultation room, and they went to have a bowl of porridge together at noon.Yan Jianghe stuffed Zhang Cong with medicine again.

Yan Jianghe made Gu clear soup for Mr. Feng, and the old man's appetite has been very bad these days.He asked Zhang Cong to carry the soup and went to the ward together.

Seeing the two of them entering the door together, Mr. Feng tilted his head in a daze, and mumbled in that voice of splitting the dregs: "It's so fresh, why did you come together?"

Hearing his tone, Yan Jianghe felt nauseated, and immediately frowned. He let out a heavy breath, walked over, and said bluntly, "Shut up, it's so ugly."

Unconvinced, Mr. Feng gave him a gouged look. When he saw Zhang Cong holding the soup in his hand, his thoughts suddenly changed, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face, even with a faint glow of anger.

Zhang Cong walked over slowly and put down the soup in his hand.He didn't know what was wrong, but suddenly he was startled.The breath that Yan Jianghe breathed out from beside him just now seemed to be stuck in his chest, making him uncomfortable at the moment.

"How do you feel today?" Yan Jianghe asked.

"It's not good." Feng Lao looked at Yan Jianghe.

It's useless to ask.The old man has already drank some nutrient solution, so he can't be happy.The blood vessels in his hands and arms are not receiving enough medicine, and the indwelling needle is now buried under the collarbone.

Zhang Cong stared at the needle under the old man's collarbone, at the rugged bone covered with a thin layer of skin.He suddenly felt that the wrinkled skin would fall off piece by piece, just like the dilapidated wall of a dilapidated house, and if he didn't pay attention, it would "click" to the ground.

But in just a few days, a person can be worn down like this.Therefore, "people" are not objects at all. If they are touched, they will be completely changed, and there is no place to fill in the gaps.

"You are discharged from the hospital today. I have already told the people in the hospital that I will drive you home after get off work in the evening." Yan Jianghe winked at Mr. Feng, and then secretly glanced at Zhang Cong, "Zhang Cong will go to you later." You are discharged from the hospital."

"Really?" Feng Lao's chaotic eyes looked at Yan Jianghe's face, then turned to look at Zhang Cong.

"..." Zhang Cong frowned, and stared at Yan Jianghe with complicated thoughts.

"Really discharged?" Feng Lao asked again, still looking at Zhang Cong.

Standing aside, Yan Jianghe stretched out his hand to open the clear soup, took out a spoon and slowly stirred it to let the soup cool down.He kept silent the whole time, but there was a smile on his lips.

"Well, let's leave the hospital." Zhang Cong sighed.

"That's great." Elder Feng said immediately.

Zhang Cong lowered his eyes and looked at the old thing in silence.He still remembered that when the old man first moved to the opposite side of his house, he liked to squat in the corridor and draw pictures, and the old man would open the door when he had nothing to do.At first, he would beckon Zhang Cong to go in, and he would give Zhang Cong some snacks.

But after being ignored by Zhang Cong many times, the old man stopped being angry.But he would still open the door a crack.Just open a slit, when Zhang Cong comes out, he opens it, and when Zhang Cong leaves, he closes it.

The depression in Zhang Cong's chest rushed to hysteria and suddenly fermented.His lips were slightly parted, and he trembled for a long time without taking a breath.Zhang Cong's head ached and his feet were numb from that tone, and he almost forced himself out of suffocation.

Yan Jianghe saw that the soup was almost cold, so he wanted Zhang Cong to take it to serve him, he called Zhang Cong, but Zhang Cong didn't respond, Yan Jianghe raised his hand and twitched his heart gently: "Hey. "

When he hit this, Zhang Cong suddenly felt that the stagnant breath came up, and he hurriedly opened his mouth to spit it out: "Grandpa."

Zhang Cong froze when he made a sound.It seems that Yan Jianghe's slap not only took out Zhang Cong's breath, but also pulled out the traditional virtues passed into Wang Ba's stomach along the way.

Not only Zhang Cong, but also Feng Lao and Yan Jianghe were stunned.

Zhang Cong wiped his face and looked at Mr. Feng: "I'll go and get discharged from the hospital." After he finished speaking, he turned and walked away, walking steadily, as if nothing had happened.

In the room, Yan Jianghe and Mr. Feng stared face to face for a long time, and Mr. Feng suddenly asked in disbelief, "Did I hear correctly?"

"...No." Yan Jianghe paused, then raised his hand to pass the clear soup, "Drink some. Shall I feed you?"

"You don't need to feed me." Feng Lao tremblingly took it and raised his head to pour it.Yan Jianghe's eyelids hurt when he saw it, he was afraid that this old thing would smack his nose again.

So, Yan Jianghe subconsciously took two tissues from one side and held them in his hands for preparation.

Mr. Feng drank the soup without any risk, and didn't overturn it.He must have been coaxed by Zhang Cong's "Grandpa", so he insisted on drinking most of the bowl.

Yan Jiang He was packing the lunch box, and Feng Lao suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled his arm: "While Zhang Cong is away, go to the cabinet and touch my shirt pocket."

"Ah?" Yan Jianghe threw the lunch box into the trash can.

"Go!" Feng Lao urged him.

Yan Jianghe didn't speak, he took a deep look at the old man, turned around and went to look through the cabinet.

"You're really capable." Elder Feng sighed, "It's the first time Zhang Cong called me grandpa in so many years."

Yan Jianghe pulled out the old man's shirt: "Don't be shameless and complacent, people are just being polite."

"What?" Mr. Feng didn't seem to hear clearly.

"Basic moral qualities..." Yan Jianghe lowered his voice, and the tiny smile on his mouth completely subsided. He took out a bank card from Feng Lao's pocket.

Yan Jianghe turned the card around in his hand, it was an Agricultural Bank of China card.

He walked to Old Feng's hospital bed, stretched out the card, and waved it in front of the old man's eyes: "How many?"

Old Feng smiled, looked up at the door, and then stretched out his hand to count Yan Jianghe.

"[-]?" Yan Jiang was stunned, "Okay, you can wait for death happily, but you don't have money for medical treatment. Isn't this money?"

"How can this be counted?" Feng Lao slumped, "This is the tuition fee saved for Zhang Cong. That kid is talented, and he also loves to draw. He is smart. He will need to use it for future studies. This money can't be done at all. Move. Besides, he doesn't talk nonsense, how can I come in!"

"..." Yan Jianghe pulled the stool over and sat down beside Mr. Feng.

"Hey." Feng Lao patted Yan Jianghe's hand, "You pried Zhang Cong's mouth open? Where did he get the money for my medical treatment?"

"..." Yan Jianghe suddenly felt furious, and he took the old man's hand away, "Speak as you speak, with less body movements, trembling, like a disabled fly swatter."

Old Feng wanted to slap him, but unfortunately he couldn't slap him: "...I'm asking you something!"

Feng Lao said again: "I'm afraid he will cause trouble. He didn't mix with those dubious people in the society and borrow money blindly, did he?"

The corner of Yan Jianghe's mouth twitched, thinking that it would be great if Zhang Cong had that kind of brain.Yan Meitong knew how to touch porcelain, but Zhang Cong only wanted to die, and couldn't keep up with a blind cat.

Yan Jianghe smiled and said: "No, I borrowed them from my classmates."

If the old man knew where Zhang Cong's money came from, he probably wouldn't have to be discharged from the hospital. He could go directly to the morgue, and the ashes could be burnt in the crematorium tomorrow.

"Can students have that much money?"

Yan Jianghe looked at the old things on the opposite side, and secretly scolded the old and the young as animals, he said: "Don't underestimate the students, children from rich families can save more than two years of New Year's money. Zhang Congyu is not a thing. People do their homework, plus coercion and temptation, so they borrow it."

Mr. Feng nodded this time. With the word "coercion and temptation" as a guarantee, he thought it was reliable: "Then he..."

"Don't worry, I'll pay him back." Yan Jianghe lied again blankly, "He only owes me money now."

"Can he ask for yours?" Old Feng was surprised again.

Yan Jianghe looked at him and sighed: "He already called you Grandpa. What do you think? He listened to me, you can see it, I can handle him."

Feng Lao squinted his eyes, unable to squeeze out a ray of light from his cloudy eyeballs for a long time, he said to Yan Jianghe: "You can take out [-] yuan for the money in the card tomorrow, and you can take out the remaining [-] yuan." Take it."

Yan Jianghe didn't respond immediately, he stared fixedly at Mr. Feng for a long time, then smiled and said, "I've been counted in for such a big circle."

He leaned in front of Old Feng and asked him softly, "Old man, where are you asking Gu?"

"Not really." Feng Lao grabbed Yan Jianghe's hand and held it, "Just look at it, and I'll be at ease."

He pressed Yan Jianghe's palm with little strength, and said, "Jiang He, I'm causing you trouble."

Yan Jianghe patted the back of Feng Lao's hand backhand.He didn't speak, just stood up and put the bank card in his pocket.