no way

Zhang Cong didn't stay in Chongtianxia for too long, he emptied a pack of barbecue-flavored potato chips, took the paper that Tang Fuxing gave him, and left.

Tang Fuxing meant to let him let Liu Enming go, so that they could be evened, but Zhang Cong obviously couldn't be happy, because he wouldn't "even" this skill at all.

The inferior quality in Zhang Cong's blood was caused by God's use of "virtue to carry things", but it is delicate, how can it be said that it is fair.

——Liu Enming's bastard, only Zhang Cong can beat him up.

One of the most annoying things about winter is the lack of natural light.The sun rises late and sets early.At this moment, the lights on the street are already on, but unfortunately the artificial light is false, and the so-called "bright lights" can be destroyed in a moment of raising your hand, as long as you flip a few electric switches.

When Zhang Cong went back, he looked up from downstairs according to his inertia. The windows of his house were dark——Zhang Hanma still hadn't come back.Zhang Cong went upstairs, but didn't go through the door of his own house. He went directly to Feng's old house.

He was stunned when he entered the house.

None of them.

It's not surprising that Sister Yang is not here, she can get off work.But what about Mr. Feng?

Zhang Cong searched around, not to mention the shivering sick old man, he didn't even pick out half-stretched footprints.

Standing in the room, Zhang Cong stared at Mr. Feng's bed, and the first thought that came to his mind was: "Look for Yan Jianghe."

This thought made Zhang Cong very uncomfortable. He stood there, as if his hands and feet had grown backwards, and it was ridiculous from the feet to the head.

He wanted to find Yan Jianghe.

But where can the old immortal go?The pain was stuffed between the bones, and his spine was crushed and brittle. Where could he go?

Zhang Cong walked to the window and looked down. It happened that there was a gust of wind blowing outside, and the crushed snow clinging to the ground created a whirlpool.In a narrow vortex, the bone-chilling coldness in it is easy to imagine, and it seems that a half-dead soul can be easily swallowed.

Zhang Cong's nerves began to flutter, his mind was blank, and he turned around and rushed out the door without any hesitation.

Zhang Cong took a taxi and went straight to the doctor—he went to find Yan Jianghe.

But when Zhang Cong went to the thoracic surgery department of the big doctor, he found out that Yan Jianghe had already left work.And he asked for leave today and left work early.

get off work?

Zhang Cong asked the people in the hospital for Yan Jianghe's phone number, and dialed it at the front desk.

The phone was picked up not long after, and Yan Jianghe was very noisy: "Hello."

Yan Jianghe's voice was low, mixed with electronic sounds rushing into Zhang Cong's ears from the noise, not very clear, but Zhang Cong clearly heard a "thump" in his heart, as if something he had lifted was put down heavily.

Zhang Cong immediately bit his back molars, trying to crush the "relief" that made him panic: "The old man is gone."

"Zhang Cong?" Yan Jianghe seemed to be taken aback.

Zhang Cong didn't say anything else, just repeated again: "The old man is gone."

Yan Jianghe paused there: "I took him out, and I'll go back later."

Zhang Cong was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath suddenly, and asked in a low voice, "Are you taking him out?"

Yan Jianghe took Mr. Feng out, Zhang Cong couldn't think of anything else but to go to the hospital, so he asked again, "Where did you go?"

"Go back and talk." The noisy voice on the other end of the phone suddenly disappeared, the background became quiet, and Yan Jianghe's voice was transmitted more clearly, "Don't worry. It's okay."

Zhang Cong closed his eyes and didn't speak any more. He rang the phone with a "bang", and the little nurse at the front desk gasped out of fright.

The little nurse looked at him: "Are you okay? Do you have something urgent to see Dr. Yan?"

"It's okay." Zhang Cong rubbed his face, turned his head and left.

After leaving the hospital, Zhang Cong lowered his head and went into the nearest supermarket. He bought a handful of colorful lollipops, and before leaving, he knocked on the counter: "Take a pack of cigarettes."

Cashier: "What brand?"

Zhang Cong said lightly: "The cheapest."

Zhang Cong didn't take a taxi anymore, he walked back home slowly.When he got downstairs, he stopped in the door opening to smoke.

I don't know how long Zhang Cong smoked. The whole entrance of the corridor was filled with smoke, lined with the muddy snow slag on the ground, and it looked like a dilapidated "Wonderland" from a distance or near.

It wasn't until Zhang Cong found out that he had smoked all the new pack of cigarettes that he bought that he took out another lollipop from his pocket.He specially picked the strawberry flavor, peeled it open and picked it up.

Zhang Cong shook his neck, kicked his toes sharply, and kicked a pile of cigarette butts like a chicken flying like a dog.Before the cigarette butt fell to the ground, he quickly turned around and went upstairs.

It wasn't long before Zhang Cong entered the room, and before he was out of breath, Yan Jianghe helped Mr. Feng up.

Yan Jianghe and his two hands were on top of each other, but they were still kicking the door with their toes.Zhang Cong bit the candy stick and went to open the door.

"Hurry up and pick it up." Yan Jianghe slapped his head and covered his face.

Zhang Cong saw that Yan Jianghe was carrying something in his hand, and he took it over, shaking it to see that the packaging was quite delicate, like some kind of electronic product.

electronic product?

Zhang Cong didn't think too much, he left his things on the table and helped Yan Jianghe help Mr. Feng into the house.

Mr. Feng seemed to be in a good mood. He was left outside to suffer from the cold, but his face was hard to see. He waved his hands with a smile: "I don't need you two, I'll go in and lie down for a while."

So Yan Jianghe and Zhang Cong let go, and followed him into the house.

These few steps walked very slowly, and when Mr. Feng was lying on the bed, Zhang Cong asked, "Where did you go?"

Yan Jianghe grinned and showed his white teeth: "Go to the bathroom and take a shower."

"What?" Zhang Cong suspected that he had heard it wrong. He turned the candy in his mouth with his tongue, "Where are you going?"

"Bathroom." Yan Jianghe looked at him, "Huaqing Pool."

Zhang Cong: "..."

Zhang Cong stared at Yan Jianghe, feeling that his brain was sprained, he turned his face to look at Feng Lao, and said in disbelief, "Take a bath?"

"New Year's Day is coming soon, and the calendar has to be changed. Why don't you take a bath and clean it up." Feng Lao said.There was something pleasant to be squeezed out of his nonsense.

"You are so virtuous, why don't you go to the bathhouse to take a bath?" Zhang Cong Hao Xuan didn't point at Feng Lao's nose and scolded.

Elder Feng lost his smile when he baffled him, and snorted.

At this moment, Yan Jianghe suddenly put aside and laughed.

Yan Jianghe had a good time these few times, and directly tore a piece of Zhang Cong's vent, so Zhang Cong really pointed at Yan Jianghe's nose, with the smell of strawberry candy spraying in his mouth: "You take him to take a bath? Are you crazy?"

Yan Jianghe clicked his tongue, stretched out his hand and flicked Zhang Cong's fingertips: "What's wrong with the bath, I took the bath with him. Don't point at me, it doesn't matter if it's big or small, if you point again, I'll whip you."

"I'm going to take you out to smoke. It's really tiring to take a bath. I want to rest." Feng Lao said quickly.

"..." Zhang Cong silently put down his hand, turned his gaze to Feng Lao's face again, and said nonsense, "Can't I just get you a towel to wipe at home?"

"Can it be wiped clean?" Feng Lao looked at Zhang Cong, "Go out quickly, I'm annoying to death."

As Feng Lao spoke, his voice became rough, panting unevenly.He simply closed his eyes, grabbed the quilt and turned over, ignoring people.

Yan Jianghe sighed softly, walked to the bed and tucked the quilt up for Mr. Feng, and said to Zhang Cong, "Let's go out first."

"..." Zhang Cong couldn't get out a word, so he could only go out with Yan Jianghe.

The two walked out of Feng's old house, and Yan Jianghe reached out and tapped the table not far away: "Didn't you see that I left you a note?"

Hearing what he said, Zhang Cong stepped forward.Yan Jianghe really left him a note.Zhang Cong read it with one hand. The note said that Yan Jianghe wanted to take the old man out and let him wait at home.

"The old man said he wanted to take a bath, so I let him go, and he would be comfortable if he could rub his back in the bath." Yan Jianghe said.

Zhang Cong: "..."

Zhang Cong still felt that Yan Jianghe was crazy.Carrying an old and sick person to the bathhouse, if he didn't wash the sick person to death, he would be exhausted.How did Yan Jianghe not die of exhaustion?

Thinking of this, Zhang Cong frowned and took a deep look at Yan Jianghe.

Yan Jianghe's mouth twitched when he watched him: "What are you doing looking at me like that? Isn't it just taking a bath?"

Yan Jianghe: "When people are old and sick, they are still human beings, and if they are human beings, they must be clean."

Zhang Cong quickly turned his eyes away and stopped looking at him. He didn't speak, but his lungs suddenly held back.

It is a human being who must be clean.It's a pity that the soil where people are buried is not clean.

Yan Jianghe narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhang Cong's side face: "Are you in a hurry? You didn't even see the note."

Zhang Cong didn't respond either, he just sat down on the stool and put the note in his hand back on the table.The note was held in his hand for less than a minute, and he rubbed it into fluff. I don't know how hard Zhang Cong used it, and who he was trying to get through.

Yan Jianghe felt that Zhang Cong was a little strange, but it seemed nothing strange.Zhang Cong's behavior seemed normal, but it made Yan Jianghe dumbfounded.He couldn't tell.

Yan Jianghe stared at the top of Zhang Cong's head for a while, then dragged a stool and sat opposite Zhang Cong: "How many cigarettes have you smoked? You smell like smoke all over your body."

"Ah?" Zhang Cong crushed the candy ball in his mouth, and spit the stick of the lollipop into the trash can.

Yan Jianghe smelled it as soon as he entered the door. Zhang Cong smelled the smoke, and now that he was close, his strength could suffocate people.Yan Jianghe wanted to sneak Zhang Congti to the window to let the cold wind blow.But he saw Zhang Cong's face and gave up. He was afraid that Zhang Cong would be blown away.

Yan Jianghe: "Don't you have a sore throat, why do you smoke so much?"

"..." Zhang Cong seemed to be dumb.

Zhang Cong's face was really bloodless.Anyway, since Yan Jianghe knew him, he has basically been pale.Yan Jianghe was scratched by the roots of his dead hair.

He also remembered that Mr. Wang called him this afternoon, saying that Zhang Cong was not at school for the last two classes, so he became even more annoyed, and opened his mouth to curse: "It's all a habitual problem."

After he finished cursing, he turned his head to pour a cup of hot water and knocked it on the table. When he turned around, he found Zhang Cong reaching out to press his eyes.

Yan Jianghe grinned.Zhang Cong's right hand was raised only now, and Yan Jianghe saw that the joints of his hand were broken several times. This disfigurement must have been punched into some kind of doghouse.

Yan Jianghe squeezed his hand, looked down, looked into his eyes, and asked himself if he didn't see any harm: "What's wrong with your eyes?"

Zhang Cong withdrew his hand, expressionless: "The eyelids are jumping."

Yan Jianghe: "..."

"You drink water first." Yan Jianghe rolled his eyes and saw a set of papers on Zhang Cong's bed, "Tear off a small corner of your paper."

"What?" Zhang Cong didn't understand what he was going to do.

Yan Jiang He Zhen tore off a small corner of the paper, poured water on the small piece of paper, and walked up to Zhang Cong: "Close your eyes."

Zhang Cong: "What are you doing?"

Yan Jianghe didn't bother to repeat, holding the piece of paper with his fingertips, he hit Zhang Cong's eyes, Zhang Cong was poked, closed his eyes subconsciously, and the piece of paper stuck to his eyelids.

"I won't dance for a while." Yan Jianghe said, "My mother taught me the trick."

"..." There was a piece of paper on Zhang Cong's right eye, and he struggled to open it, so he simply opened his left eye, "Are you sure?"

"En." Yanjiang He Duan measured Zhang Cong's face for a while, then turned and left.

He entered Feng's old house.When he entered the room, the old man didn't make any movement, it seemed that he was really struggling.Yan Jianghe didn't want to disturb him, so he stooped and fumbled in the cabinet lightly.

He thought, Zhang Cong must have skipped class in the afternoon and did nothing good, either fighting or hurting himself.He thought, when Zhang Cong went to the hospital to look for him, his expression was absolutely beautiful, and it would be a pity to miss it.He thought, Zhang Cong's skin was itchy, he dared to smoke so much before he recovered from his illness, and he didn't even care about his eyebrows...

Yan Jianghe thought so, and finally found a bottle of medical alcohol.He grabbed the bag of cotton swabs, picked up the alcohol, and thought again at this moment: "Zhang Cong is scared."

When Yan Jianghe went out, Zhang Cong was still sitting there.Seeing him approaching, Zhang Cong finally opened his eyes to look at him, and the small piece of paper on his right eye got stuck in the crease of his double eyelid.Zhang Cong blinked, and the paper flapped up and down.

Yan Jianghe put alcohol and cotton swabs on the table and couldn't help but laugh.His nerves have always been rushed for a while, and then he suddenly started playing tricks on the big flower buds.Just watch Yan Jianghe bend the corner of his eyes and walk up to Zhang Cong.

He repeated in his mind: "Zhang Cong is scared."

At the same time, Yan Jianghe rubbed Zhang Cong's head with his palms condescending, and said, "Snoring, you can't be scared."

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There is a trick here in my family. It is said that when the eyelids twitch, stick a small piece of paper to stop the twitching.So what, the personal test is useless...