no way

Yan Jianghe got up early the next day.The days are short in mid-winter, and the sun is especially good at cutting corners. When he went out, it was still dark outside, but it was just after the snow fell at night, and it was able to lighten and reflect some white light.

Yan Jianghe put his hands in the sleeves of his down jacket, picked up a bag of porridge and steamed buns with his fingers, and knocked on the door of Feng's home with his toes.

The door opened after a while, and Zhang Cong stood opposite him, holding a big iron spoon in his hand.

Big iron spoon?

Yan Jianghe was stunned.

"Why did you come here so early in the morning?" Zhang Cong was surprised to see Yan Jianghe, "It's not yet 06:30."

"Meal delivery." Yan Jianghe squeezed in through the crack of the door, "Is the old man awake?"

"Still asleep." Zhang Cong closed the door, "I woke up with pain in the middle of the night last night, and fell asleep again when it was almost dawn."

Yan Jianghe glanced at Zhang Cong, and put the breakfast in his hand on the table: "He's quarreling with you."

"No." Zhang Cong lowered his eyes, "He just hummed and didn't call me."

Zhang Cong: "I heard it when I woke up at night."

Yan Jianghe nodded, and couldn't help sighing: "The old things can really be carried."

Zhang Cong didn't speak, and went into the kitchen with the iron spoon in his hand.Yan Jianghe actually smelled the fragrance of rice when he walked in.So, he couldn't help but followed Zhang Cong into the kitchen, and said in disbelief, "Are you cooking porridge? Do you know how to cook porridge?"

The kitchen was so small that the two of them squeezed in so hard that they couldn't stretch their arms straight.Zhang Cong sighed: "You go out first, it's too crowded."

Yan Jianghe nodded, randomly took a handful of chopsticks and spoons from the chopstick cage, drenched them with water vaguely, went out to sit at the table, and ate first.

He didn't take a few bites before Zhang Cong came out with a bowl and an insulated lunch box.Zhang Cong put down the bowl, which was full of steaming porridge.

Zhang Cong's porridge made a good appearance, not too thick, not too thick, and the white rice grains could be counted one by one, and the stickiness between them was just right.

Yan Jianghe took a look at the one he bought, and decided to make it by Zhang Cong.He was not polite at all, he put his head down and drank the porridge bowl close to his eyes, scalding his mouth for comfort: "This is amazing."

Zhang Cong didn't comment on Yan Jianghe's thick-skinned "don't ask yourself to eat", anyway, this person didn't want to show shame.

Zhang Cong squeezed some pickles into the insulated lunch box: "Anyway, it's better than yours."

Yan Jianghe: "..."

Zhang Cong really couldn't forget the bowl of rice porridge mixed with brown sugar that Yan Jianghe fed him.He really never thought that there are people who can make things like rice so different.

Zhang Cong took another glass of water, threw a spoon into the insulated lunch box, closed the lid, and took them into Feng's old house together.

Yan Jianghe originally thought that Zhang Cong would have to wait there for a while, but unexpectedly he would come out in a short while.

Yan Jiang wondered, "Has the old man finished eating?"

"No." Zhang Cong refills himself with a bowl of porridge, and sits down opposite Yan Jianghe, "It's still lying down. He eats by himself when he gets up. He doesn't like others to feed him, and I don't know how to feed him either."

Yan Jiang He Xinsi turned around - he ate it when he got up, so he used an insulated lunch box.

He nodded: "That makes sense."

Yan Jianghe said again: "Then what if he is not stable and knocks the porridge on the ground?"

Zhang Cong looked up at him: "Wipe."

Yan Jianghe didn't speak.He felt that Zhang Cong was right.Wipe it.How simple.

Zhang Cong paused, and then said, "It's fine if he doesn't knock himself on the ground."

Yan Jianghe stared at Zhang Cong, looked at it and smiled.

He didn't know whether Yan Jianghe's eyes were sprained or something, but he suddenly felt that Zhang Cong was not only difficult to play with, but also hard to see.

For example, even if he is good at playing tricks, enough to force people into poverty, and has the ability to look at Zhang Cong like a cocoon, he has never seen it very thoroughly.Zhang Cong will always be more slender and complex than he imagined.

Like unprocessed wild ore, you see that it is naturally distorted and deformed, and you feel its sharp corners are dull and dull, and you know that it can fall apart when you smash it.But you can't go through the numerous cracks and impurities inside to arrest the chaotic context of existence.If you insist on researching it unreasonably, it is just superficial, picking up some faint colors.

"Hey." Yan Jianghe stretched out his foot to touch Zhang Cong's leg under the table, "You know how to make porridge?"

"..." Zhang Cong was a little helpless, "I look stupid? Throw the water and rice into the pot, cover it and it's done. Is it still useful?"

"You don't look stupid." Yan Jianghe sipped his porridge with his head up, but he didn't think about his favor, and beat Zhang Cong habitually, "It's actually open to discussion."

Yan Jianghe did call Zhang Cong "idiot" more than once.Thinking of this, Zhang Cong pierced a bun with chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth.

The meat stuffing is very fragrant.

Zhang Cong swallowed the steamed stuffed bun, and the corners of his lips curled up: "You don't need to deliver the food, I'll just make it."

Yan Jianghe: "Then I'll have a meal."

Zhang Cong: "..."

Yan Jianghe smiled: "I'm worried. But I can't come every day, and I don't have the energy to catch up with the night shift one day. By the way, let me tell you, I hired a nurse, and I guess he will come later."

"Nurse?" Zhang Cong frowned, "The old man is definitely not happy."

Yan Jianghe clicked his tongue: "It's useless if you don't like it. You go to school and I go to work. He can't be alone. I just hire someone to watch him during the day and watch the situation at night."

Yan Jianghe thought that the old man was a stinky bone, and he didn't need Zhang Cong to tell him that he would definitely not like it.

Yan Jianghe sighed, and accidentally bit the root of his tooth. He licked his gums and said, "It's a waste that he didn't get Alzheimer's."

Zhang Cong hesitated for a moment, stood up from the table, and went to Feng's old house again.But he came out in a minute, raised his hand and threw a key under Yan Jianghe's eyes: "The old man's key, take it."

"En." Yan Jianghe raised his eyebrows and put the key in his pocket.

At this time, someone knocked on the door again. Zhang Cong glanced at Yan Jianghe and opened the door.

The nurse has arrived.An elder sister in her 50s, surnamed Yang, was a person Yan Jianghe had found from the hospital earlier.

After saying hello, Yan Jianghe led Sister Yang into the house: "The conditions are a little bit worse, let's just make it."

"It's okay, I'm happy to take care of Mr. Feng." Sister Yang said with a smile.She also stayed in the hospital for many years, so she knew old Feng a long time ago.

Yan Jianghe nodded, glanced at Zhang Cong, and then entered Mr. Feng's room.Zhang Cong could almost see the thought of "the strong man is gone" from Yan Jianghe's eyes.

Zhang Cong: "..."

Yan Jianghe reckoned to be a rogue god descended into the world, and he didn't know how he got started.Zhang Cong and Sister Yang were counting outside, and within 20 seconds of Yan Jianghe entering, the old man who was still asleep suddenly yelled hoarsely: "Aren't you free!"

Zhang Cong: "..."

It is conceivable that Yan Jianghe suffered a bad meal.Mr. Feng had been stubborn all his life, and he refused to even change a house when he was about to die, so he knew what would happen with his eyebrows.

People are tossing and tossing until the end, Yan Jianghe understands that he is uncomfortable, so he endures it, and treats him as a filial piety.Who knew that the old man would rant endlessly, and stared, "I don't need anyone to take care of me, just bury me when I die."

Yan Jiang immediately lost his temper. He didn't bother to reason with Feng Laozi anymore, but just made a noise: "Calm down, don't you need it? You should figure it out, you don't have the right to speak about your virtue now."

The two quarreled again, and in the end, Zhang Cong heard Yan Jianghe messing around inside: "Can you feel sorry for Zhang Cong? Can the child bear it? Is he not troubled enough? You don't feel sorry for him, but I do! You Are you going to let them go to school?"

Zhang Cong: "..."

Sister Yang silently glanced at Zhang Cong.

Zhang Cong rubbed his face.

The muscles in his neck could be twisted into twists, and the porridge almost twisted.Why did Yan Jianghe carry him to lie on the gun?

But Yan Jianghe was right. When he said this, although Feng Lao sprayed out of his lungs with oxygen, he really didn't object.

This trick is very clever, seven inches in the middle.

After winning the battle, Yan Jianghe walked out of the room slowly, and smiled at Sister Yang: "I'm sorry, I just laughed."

"It's okay." Sister Yang waved her hand, "Old Feng is quite easy to talk to, I've seen too many of them. Some are stubborn, and feel that if they find a caretaker, they will become useless."

Sister Yang sighed: "This man, it's really uncomfortable to be sick..."

Yan Jianghe's eyes darkened, and he turned his face to the side, and found that Zhang Cong was looking at him with twisted eyes, looking uncomfortable.

Yan Jianghe walked over and slapped Zhang Cong on the shoulder: "Pack up quickly, I'm driving, and I just let you go to school before going to work."

"...Why are you trying to persuade the old man to drag me?" Zhang Cong slowly put his schoolbag on the back.

"I'm sorry, Sister Yang." Yan Jianghe didn't answer, but opened the door first.

Sister Yang: "Don't worry."

When Zhang Cong came out, Yan Jianghe closed the door, and then said: "Don't talk about your grandson, can grandpa get around the corner so easily."

Zhang Cong held his schoolbag and was about to say something, but Yan Jianghe didn't know which nerve was broken again.He stretched out his hand, and put his palm around the back of Zhang Cong's head.

"..." Zhang Cong stopped walking, his feet froze on the stairs, and his upper body was hanging in the air.

"Hurry up, or you'll be late." Yan Jianghe said impatiently, turning his face to look at him.

"Oh." Zhang Cong had no expression on his face, and followed Yan Jianghe into the car.

Yan Jianghe sent Zhang Cong to school, and sat in the car for 5 minutes to digest the depression that Mr. Feng brought out, and then rushed to work.

In fact, Zhang Cong's right eyelid has been twitching since early this morning.He didn't pay much attention to it, but after entering school, his eyelids jumped even more, almost flying from under his eyebrows.

Zhang Cong lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, his perspective was not good, so he was blocked by Teacher Wang on the podium.

Teacher Wang whispered softly, "Zhang Cong, how is your body?"

"..." Zhang Cong pressed his right eye, "Okay."

Teacher Wang: "Then pay more attention, what happened to the eyes?"

Zhang Cong said casually, "My eyes are tired."

Teacher Wang didn't care about being choked by him, and was still as warm as spring: "If you feel uncomfortable, tell the teacher, I will call your brother to pick you up."

Teacher Wang: "I didn't even know you had a brother before."

elder brother?Zhang Cong was taken aback, when did he have a brother?Is Zhang Hanma's bullshit bursting out of parallel imports?

But within two seconds Zhang Cong realized that it was Yan Jianghe.When that person called Mr. Wang to ask for leave, he probably called himself "brother".

Subconsciously, Zhang Cong wanted to say "I don't have a brother", but he was too lazy to argue with Mr. Wang, adhering to the character that one sentence is worse than one sentence, Zhang Cong mumbled softly, and got into his seat.

Perhaps there is no such thing as superstition for no reason in the world, but Zhang Cong's blindfold annoyed him all morning, and something really happened.

When school was over at noon, Zhang Cong went to the liberal arts class to find Tang Fuxing. He heard from the students in his class that Tang Fuxing broke his leg after school yesterday and asked for leave today.It is reported that Tang Fuxing's bicycle broke down, and the grandson of the gyro tried to carry the bicycle away by relying on the tonnage, but he was a fat rice bucket at heart, and eventually rolled on the slope below the No. [-] Middle School.

Zhang Cong felt that Tang Fuxing was a piece of trash.Seeing that the last two classes in the afternoon were self-study classes, he skipped decisively, picked up his schoolbag and left after class.

When Zhang Cong went down the stairs, several students came up from below, including Liu Enming.

Zhang Cong didn't like to talk to him, but Liu Enming stared at Zhang Cong intently.

It was cold, and Liu Enming's flat nose was red from the cold. He rubbed his nose and sniffed his snot.He must be afraid of Zhang Cong, Zhang Cong could feel it, and Liu Enming had already guessed that he was scaring him.

But it doesn't matter, Liu Enming is a coward.Sure enough, when Zhang Cong brushed past him, Liu Enming shrank his neck, but immediately straightened it up on purpose, like a harpy dog ​​pretending to be a fool.

But Zhang Cong didn't see it all.With his long legs flicking, he stepped up two steps.He was going to Chongtianxia to see if Tang Fuxing's stupid thing that rolled over was limping.