no way

Counting it, this was the third time Yan Jianghe played with Zhang Cong's head.None of the techniques are very beautiful, basically the same as when he tossed Yan Laicai's head.

Zhang Cong was probably stunned by Yan Jianghe's rubbing. He was stunned for a moment, then quickly raised his head and stared over: "...what?"

Can't scare anyone?him?

Zhang Cong's heart sank, and his lungs opened up in an instant, his breath seemed to fall thousands of feet away, and he couldn't catch it no matter how down the trachea.

He was seen through by Yan Jianghe again.Yan Jianghe's eyes are high-powered demon mirrors.It's all useless to turn it into lush grass, and to fight chaos with smoke and dust.As long as there is a light in those eyes, Zhang Cong will appear.

Yan Jianghe knew it well, but he didn't make it too difficult for Zhang Cong.He smiled, and casually joked: "Look at your surprise, why, the little kid has been kidnapped, are you afraid that you won't grow up?"

Zhang Cong's expression was completely twisted.

When Yan Jianghe succeeded, he stretched out his hand to Zhang Cong's head again, and praised him sincerely: "You are quite tall."

Zhang Cong saw that Yan Jianghe's claw was more like a plague, and immediately tilted his head to avoid it, and his right hand on the same side also raised his right hand reflexively, trying to block it.

And he blocked this attack, which seemed to hit Yan Jianghe's heart.I saw Yan Jianghe clasped Zhang Cong's wrist with his backhand, kicked the stool forward quickly, and then sat down.

He pulled Zhang Cong's hand under his eyes, and grinned, "It's pretty gorgeous. Where did it go?"

Zhang Cong silently glanced at Yan Jianghe, and from the corner of his eye glanced at the alcohol and cotton swabs on the table.His eyes suddenly felt indescribably withdrawn, those pupils seemed to be submerged in the ocean, unable to absorb half of the starlight.

Yan Jianghe took out his mobile phone from his pocket and handed it to Zhang Cong: "Turn on the light, let me see."

As he spoke, he opened the lid of the alcohol with his fingertips, took out two cotton swabs and dipped them in.

"Hurry up." Yan Jianghe urged.

Zhang Cong: "..."

Zhang Cong turned on the flashlight, and when the light hit, Yan Jianghe frowned immediately: "Stay away, your eyes will be blinded by you."

So Zhang Cong had to raise his left hand.

"Where did you hit it?" Yan Jianghe asked again, poking the wound on Zhang Cong's hand with a cotton swab.

Yan Jianghe lowered his head, the broken hair on his forehead drooped obediently, covering his brows.Zhang Cong felt the sting of alcohol, his fingertips twitched physically, and his brain also twitched: "Glass."

Zhang Cong really knows the essence, mirrors are not made of glass.

"Glass?" Yan Jianghe paused, "Then there may be glass shards inside."

"......should not."

Yan Jianghe rubbed the wound for him, and the cotton swab turned blood red within a few swipes. Yan Jianghe changed two: "Whose glass did you smash?"

He thought for a while, then smiled: "Do you need compensation?"

Thinking of Tang Fuxing asking him to pay for the mirror, Zhang Cong lowered his voice and began to dig out the words: "Use."

Yan Jianghe laughed even wider: "Want to borrow money from me?"

Zhang Cong raised his eyelids slightly, and the small piece of paper that had been pasted before fell off and landed on his lap. The light from the mobile phone was so white that it hurt his eyes.

Zhang Cong squinted his eyes: "Eighteen times the interest?"

"It's doubled." Yan Jianghe carefully looked at Zhang Cong's hand and put it down after making sure there was nothing wrong with it. "Eighty times."

Zhang Cong pursed his lips and said, "I can't afford it."

Yan Jianghe put on the alcohol cover, took his mobile phone, and leaned back on the back of the chair.He stared at his mobile phone and asked absently, "Oh, do you still have any money on hand?"

"If you want to have it, you will." Zhang Cong sighed, and flicked the small piece of paper on his leg into the trash can.

Yan Jianghe pondered for a while, Zhang Cong probably had some lucrative work, went to an Internet cafe or something, and did some messy odd jobs.At this time, you can't talk about the impossibly comprehensive law on the protection of minors. If you talk about Zhang Cong, you won't be able to live so long.

Really all kinds of people.

Yan Jianghe glanced at the bag next to him. This was the one in Zhang Cong's hand when he entered the door: "There are mobile phones and computers in here, for you."

"...What did you say?" Zhang Cong was sure he had misheard.

"You take out your mobile phone and computer. The old man bought them for you." Yan Jianghe said.

Zhang Cong: "..."

He stared at Yan Jianghe for a long time, before his eyeballs exploded.

Seeing him like this, Yan Jianghe knew that he was a loser, so he could only do it himself, took out the mobile phone and computer, disassembled them and put them under Zhang Cong's trick, so that they could be picked up by him if they fell out. eyeball.

Yan Jianghe took his mobile phone, turned it around in his hand, and made another call.Zhang Cong immediately heard his cell phone ringing.He looked down and saw a faint light on the screen, showing a mobile phone number.

"The mobile phone card and everything are done for you. There is a note in the mobile phone box with the number written on it, you can read it yourself." Yan Jianghe hung up the phone, "I called you my phone number, you can just save it."

He looked at Zhang Cong, his eyes suddenly flickered slightly: "In case something happens to you, you will fly to the doctor and run around like a headless chicken."

Zhang Cong: "..."

Yan Jianghe's words sounded like scolding at first glance, but the subtext is very interesting if you break it down and study it.He exposed Zhang Cong's "dependence" on him, and also expressed his attitude - "Come to me if you have anything to do".

Zhang Cong originally wanted to say that he was not a "headless fly", but he was still unable to move on the bloody nail that the old man bought him a mobile phone and computer, but Yan Jianghe smashed a mace head-on.What else did he say?It's really not easy not to be broken into pieces.

Zhang Cong froze there, unable to move his mouth.I don't know how long he was frozen before his eyeballs finally moved.

Zhang Cong's eye sockets were blood red from his stare, probably because he stared for too long, and even his eyelids stopped twitching.

Zhang Cong exhaled slowly, picked up his phone, and saved Yan Jianghe's number.He asked, "Where did the old man get the money to buy a mobile phone and a computer?"

Yan Jianghe didn't speak, he just leaned on the back of his chair too lazy to move, quietly looking at Zhang Cong.

Leaving aside Yan Jianghe's dislikes, from an objective point of view, Zhang Cong is actually quite smart, and his IQ is definitely sufficient.Sure enough, Zhang Cong put the phone in his pocket, stared at the computer again, and said to Yan Jianghe, "Did he give you money?"

Yan Jianghe glanced down at his phone, stood up and said, "Yes."

Yan Jianghe went straight to the door and opened it. Within ten seconds, there was movement from the stairs, and someone came up.

"Who?" Zhang Cong mechanically turned his head and asked.

Why didn't Yan Jiang look at him too often: "Run across the city."

The little brother outside the door handed over the things, and Yan Jianghe took money out of his pocket and handed it out: "Thank you, you have worked hard."

"What did you buy?" Zhang Cong saw Yan Jianghe close the door, and walked over with a bag.

Yan Jianghe poked his phone for a while just now, probably asking the rider to buy something.

"Erythromycin ointment, Band-Aids. I didn't find them at home." Yan Jianghe took them out while talking, "There are also preserved eggs and lean meat porridge, buns, and pickles."

Zhang Cong: "..."

Yan Jianghe threw a pair of convenient chopsticks to Zhang Cong: "Have you eaten yet? Didn't you?"

He sat down, put his elbows on the table, drooped his fingers, supported his chin with the back of his hand, and said leisurely and viciously: "If I have that time, I will go to the doctor to be a fly."

Zhang Cong was dragged up and down by Yan Jianghe, the feeling was so uncomfortable that one wanted to grab the ground with his head.A heavy wheel full of heavy rust was born in his internal organs, and he rolled it around and started again and again.Zhang Cong suddenly felt that he couldn't hold two chopsticks.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Yan Jianghe said suddenly.

Zhang Cong paused, and the disposable convenient chopsticks were snapped off by him.

The smile on Yan Jianghe's face disappeared completely. He picked up the spoon and threw it into Zhang Cong's porridge bowl, and couldn't help but say: "I'm also quite uncomfortable."

Yan Jianghe has been smoldering for most of the day, as if a crooked screwdriver kept poking holes in the flesh of his chest.

He personally withdrew 1 yuan from that flimsy bank card.Helped the old man to wash off the ashes with his own hands.And with my own hands, I helped the old man fulfill his longing for Zhang Cong as a "grandfather".

Who doesn't understand the truth, and who doesn't wring their nerves when it's really coming to an end?Putting on pants, can you hold back your fart?

But Zhang Cong remained motionless, blocking his sight.As Yan Jianghe watched, the tendons on Zhang Cong's neck bulged.Yan Jianghe kept his ears open again, and vaguely heard Zhang Cong's deep breath and trembling.

Yan Jianghe could almost feel the lonely beast in Zhang Cong's heart roaring heart-piercingly.But the boy's pale face remained indifferent.

The hysterical stuff was peeled off under the skin, and Zhang Congzai said softly, "You bastard."

His cursing was small, like dust swaying in his sight, like air moving soundlessly.

Yan Jianghe began to experience a kind of turbulence deeply, as if there was something unspeakable, wrapped in a slender and fragile shell, and it was collapsing violently.

The big boy in front of him, with all the warmth he held, was weak and sick, but without exception, he was in pain and embarrassment.

He was born as a human being, and he should have the most natural and ardent desire for emotions, but this blindness by nature actually caused him serious injuries.

Yan Jianghe opened the pickle and pushed it to Zhang Cong: "Have you taken your medicine today?"

Zhang Cong drank the porridge one mouthful at a time, with no fluctuations in his tone: "Eat."

Yan Jianghe nodded. He never asked where Zhang Cong went to play truant, let alone the injury on Zhang Cong's hand: "Your hand, put some erythromycin on it yourself, put two band-aids on it, don't get it wet."

"Ah."

The night slowly deepened, and the room was very quiet.Zhang Cong ate everything on the table.He packed up the lunch box, threw it into the trash can, and drank the water that Yan Jianghe poured earlier—it was already cold.

Yan Jianghe has been checking the news on his mobile phone, his neck is stiff, but he has no memory of what he watched.He is running away.It is estimated that it is worrying.

Yan Jianghe didn't put the phone in his pocket until the phone was almost out of battery.He pressed his eyes, and when he looked up, he found that Zhang Cong was staring at him intently.

"Hey, you scared me to death." Yan Jianghe's heart skipped a beat and he frowned.Zhang Cong's eyes are sometimes too deep, which is not suitable for his age, which is very exciting.

At this moment, Elder Feng began to hum in the room, his old and sick voice twisted, and he struggled to squeeze out from the crack of the door.

Zhang Cong stood up and walked into the house. He opened the door and shouted in a calm voice, "Grandpa, what's wrong?"

Ordinary people always follow their nature, live for warmth, and never give up and change even if they are riddled with holes.

Yan Jianghe's ears twitched, he turned his face to look at the erythromycin ointment and band-aids on the table.He thought that Zhang Cong had always been finished, stupid and useless, his hands should be cleaned up by himself later.