no way

When Zhang Cong went to school the next day, he went to class three to find Liu Enming.It's a pity that Liu Enming is not here.The students in his class said that Liu Enming had a cold and asked for leave to go home.

It is also interesting that friends ask for leave one after another.Zhang Cong snorted, thinking that the winter flu was a good thing, after all, it postponed a bloody disaster for Liu Enming's grandson.It doesn't matter if he can't make it this year, Zhang Cong plans to give him a prosperous share as soon as the door opens next year.

Just in time for the New Year's Day holiday, the students were all overjoyed, and their schoolbags were shaking extraordinarily hard when they walked home.

Zhang Cong copied his pockets with both hands, and slowly walked down the slope below No. [-] Middle School.He yawned, and accidentally caught a glimpse of Yan Jianghe's car.

It must be Yan Jianghe's car, parked at the bottom of the slope.Zhang Cong paused, what did Yan Jiang do in No. [-] Middle School?

At this moment, the phone in his pocket vibrated, and Zhang Cong took it out to see that it was Yan Jianghe's call.

Zhang Cong: "..."

He answered the phone, and before he could make a sound, he heard Yan Jianghe say on the other end: "What are you doing standing there? You saw my car, come and get in the car."

"..." Zhang Cong continued to walk down, "What are you doing here?"

Yan Jianghe clicked his tongue: "Come to pick you up. Hurry up."

After Yan Jianghe finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly. Zhang Cong looked at the phone in silence, and could only walk to the car, pull the co-pilot away and sit in it.

The heater in the car is fully turned on, and when you enter, you will feel the warmth on your face.On the contrary, Zhang Cong had a chill on his body, which made Yan Jianghe frown.

Zhang Cong's physical examination report came out, and there was no major problem, except for malnutrition.Yan Jianghe took a closer look at Zhang Cong's face. His face looked much better than the previous few days. At least it wasn't as white as if his skin had been covered with white/powder, and his lips were bloodshot.

Yan Jianghe started the car: "Are you okay later?"

"It's okay, I'm going to go back directly." Zhang Cong said, "Are you looking for me?"

Yan Jianghe: "I'm not looking for you, I'm picking you up. I just got off work, and I'm going to the old man's place, and I want to pick you up along the way."

Yan Jianghe: "Let's go back after we eat. Sister Yang just told me that she only made a pot of porridge for the old man, and there is no ration for the two of us."

"Oh."

"There's a bag on the back seat, take it here." Yan Jianghe said again, turning his hand.

Zhang Cong didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Yan Jianghe's gourd, so he could only stick out the bag that was big enough for the back seat.This bag is quite big, and it is full of clothes.

Zhang Cong put it on his lap: "What is this?"

"Clothes." Yan Jianghe said, "Look at the size, I can see that you can wear them."

Zhang Cong: "..."

The clothes are packaged, and the tag can still be seen, all of which are new.

Zhang Cong didn't open it immediately, but continued to stare at Yan Jianghe's profile.

Yan Jianghe drove and didn't hear anything, so he quickly turned his head to look at Zhang Cong: "Open it and have a look, if it doesn't work, you have to change it."

He turned around, and Zhang Cong immediately looked away.Zhang Cong lowered his head so quickly that Yan Jianghe didn't realize that Zhang Cong was looking at him just now.

Zhang Cong started to take out the bag, and the plastic bag rattled.Not too many clothes, just two sweaters, two pairs of thermal pants, a pair of jeans, plus a cotton jacket, and a pair of high-top leather boots under the bag.

"There is no big problem with the clothes. The main thing is to look at the shoes. I feel that our feet are similar. I bought them according to my size. If it doesn't work, I change them." Yan Jianghe was thinking about what to take Zhang Cong to eat.

Zhang Cong looked at the size of the shoe, and it happened to fit.

"Should I change it? There is a shopping mall not far ahead. Don't talk about it now, just talk about changing it after you pass the ground. You just put your shoes on your head and crawl across the main road." It's cold, why would Yan Jiang want to eat? For a hot pot meal, let Zhang Cong eat clear soup.Zhang Cong's illness is almost cured, so he should make up for it.

"...No need to change it." Zhang Cong put the things away and stuffed them back into the bag.

Zhang Cong leaned back in his chair, hugged a bag, shut his mouth and said nothing, and began to be dazed.Yan Jianghe drove quietly and didn't bother him.

Yan Jianghe thought Zhang Cong was stupid, but he never was stupid in the right place.This bastard can't even cover him with a quilt, he's not as good as Ning Hanghang, who is in the top class of the kindergarten.

It wasn't until Yan Jianghe parked the car in front of a hot pot restaurant he liked that he suddenly asked Zhang Cong, "Are you particularly moved?"

"..." Zhang Cong was brought back to his senses by Yan Jianghe in every way, but he was obviously not an embryo who could cherish favors, and his voice was so dry that he couldn't squeeze a drop of water, "How much did you spend? Count from the beginning. The barbecue stall Compensation, and..."

"Zhang Cong, why do you deserve to be beaten so much?" Yan Jianghe interrupted him.

He really felt that if he didn't open his mouth to interrupt, Zhang Cong's ignorant bones would be broken by him.

Yan Jianghe said angrily: "Your grandpa gave me back the money, you don't have to think about how to pay me back. But, you really have to feel sorry for it."

Yan Jianghe glanced across Zhang Cong's face: "Then say thank you."

Zhang Cong was demolished by Yan Jianghe's every move.Mr. Feng will never be able to get on in his whole life.What about Yan Jiang?The most annoying thing about Zhang Cong is the debt of favor.He shouldn't have such a thing as "humanity".But why did Yan Jiang make waves at him like this?

Yan Jianghe turned sideways, with his arms resting on the steering wheel.He is too good at asking for cheap, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the taste of his words is very coaxing: "Zhang Cong, do you want to talk?"

Zhang Cong held his breath, and his heart began to beat nervously like a disease.He clenched his fists so tightly that the Band-Aid on his hand collapsed.

Yan Jianghe squinted his eyes, and simply raised his hand to tear off the dead band-aid. He looked at the wound: "The wound is not deep, so there is no need to wrap it up, but be careful to keep it waterproof."

The two got very close, and the outline of Yan Jianghe from his forehead to the tip of his nose stretched in Zhang Cong's eyes.

Zhang Cong took a deep breath. He didn't know what he was accumulating, and his lungs became hot: "Thank you."

Yan Jianghe immediately rolled his eyes and smiled, he was in a good mood, opened the door and yelled: "Get out of the car and go eat something delicious."

Zhang Cong followed Yan Jianghe out of the car and followed him into the hot pot restaurant.When Zhang Cong sat down at the table, he suddenly resigned to his fate.

Zhang Cong never recognized this rascal, if he did, he should have been reincarnated long ago.He rolls in time, fights against all good things, and grows so big.

He is isolated and has nothing, and he does not recognize his relatives in this world.But from the beginning to the end, if Yan Jianghe wanted to search for something with him, it seemed that he never made any effort, as long as he waited, he would definitely wait.Yan Jianghe seemed to be destined to restrain him.

In the final analysis, Zhang Cong was actually guilty, but why did Yan Jianghe become his paradox?

baffling.

Why...why does he yearn for Yan Jianghe's temperature so much?

Yan Jiang couldn't be bothered to be considerate, he ordered a table of dishes without asking Zhang Cong's preferences.It's very simple, the cannibal has a short mouth, and what kind of airs are you giving him.

The dishes came out in a short while. Yan Jianghe ordered a mandarin duck pot, and when he threw the meat into the pot, he said, "Your scope is limited to clear soup. Don't move even one mouthful of spicy ones, do you hear me?"

Yan Jianghe was rinsing the fat cow, and said without any virtue: "Eat more meat, and you should mend it when you are sick. Look at you, throwing it on the top of the mountain will definitely not attract wolves, and it will hurt too much if you put it between your teeth."

Zhang Cong: "..."

This hot pot meal was delicious, and Yan Jianghe didn't want to be a person at all, and ordered Zhang Cong to cook vegetables and fish the whole time. Zhang Cong was so depressed that he had no brains to object, so he was "slaved" at the mercy of him.

After eating, the two of them smelled of hot pot and drove back.

On weekends and New Year's Day, Zhang Cong stayed at Mr. Feng's place for nothing, and Sister Yang was free to go back to her hometown for the festival.

Naturally, Mr. Feng's condition will not get better, he has lost weight, his legs and feet are swollen, like old rubber that is half a bag of water, and it is annoying to put on pants.

The first thing Zhang Cong did when he got up in the morning was to go to the back room to see if the old bag was cold. After two days of looking at it, he finally got tired of seeing Mr. Feng, and Mr. Feng looked at him: "Why are you panicking? I have to wait anyway You've had your birthday, grown-up."

Zhang Cong's [-]th birthday.After Feng Lao finished speaking, what Yan Jianghe said earlier sounded in Zhang Cong's mind: "I personally think that he can spend at least a year with us."

Zhang Cong let out a bawl, then crushed five lollipops in a row, and cursed hard in his heart: "Have a fucking year."

—have a fucking birthday.

Zhang Hanma hadn't come home for a long time. It was not common for him not to come back for such a long time, but Zhang Cong didn't bother to count his days for him. He only knew that the last time he saw Zhang Hanma, he beat him bloody at a barbecue restaurant.

Zhang Hanma was gone, Zhang Cong thought it was fine.If Zhang Hanma just disappeared, Zhang Cong would feel better.He even wished that he could beat Zhang Hanma to death in those few strokes, and then he would be considered a consummated meritorious deed.

Yan Jianghe is very busy these days, but he also squeezes time to come every day. Today, it is easy to catch up with Yan Jianghe for a rest. He came to accompany Mr. Feng, and Zhang Cong took the time to spoil the world and glanced at Tang Fuxing.

Tang Fuxing's skin is thick and rough, and his legs have recovered. Now he can go to the ground to race against Samoyeds.Seeing that he was stupid again, Zhang Cong rolled his eyes and left.

Zhang Cong knew that this fat man was still thinking about Liu Enming's matter, so he probably was afraid to mention it. When he talked to Zhang Cong again, he beat around the bush, for fear that Zhang Cong would unload the toilet's water pipe and go to Xiangyun Huajing.Zhang Cong didn't respond to him directly. Anyway, this matter has nothing to do with Tang Fuxing from now on, but with Zhang Cong, it seems that he has calculated a tough battle, and he will strike sooner or later.

Before Zhang Cong went back, he carried a bag of millet in the vegetable market. The old man couldn't fill the rice porridge for the past few days. Zhang Cong thought about changing to smaller grains, maybe he could slip a little.

He went upstairs, and just took the key to open the door, when he heard Yan Jianghe spitting: "It's pure fart!"

Zhang Cong: "..."

Old Feng was not to be outdone, and wailed in his throat, "I won't beat me to death!"

"Then you will die of pain!" Yan Jianghe slammed the door, turned his head and met Zhang Cong's eyes.

Zhang Cong put down the millet in his hand, saw Yan Jianghe rubbing his face, walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yan Jianghe: "The old thing deserves scolding."

"...I heard you scolding." Zhang Cong looked towards the closed door, "I asked what happened to your face."

"..." Yan Jianghe put down his hand, and Zhang Cong saw that one of his cheeks was swollen.

Yan Jianghe got angry and said in a bad tone, "I hit the door frame."

"Ah?" Zhang Cong was taken aback.

"It hit the door frame." Yan Jianghe repeated it again, reaching the stool legs with his toes, and knocked the stool out of the way.

He sat down and sighed.

Zhang Cong: "..."

When Zhang Cong walked into the kitchen, Yan Jianghe heard him start the fire, and he didn't know what he was going to do this afternoon.

Zhang Cong came out after a while.Yan Jianghe pricked up his ears again, and vaguely heard the sound of a small pot of water gurgling in the kitchen.

Zhang Cong poured a glass of water to drink, and said after drinking, "Why did you mess with the old man?"

Yan Jianghe snorted out of temper, but didn't explain.

Zhang Cong: "..."

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Yan Jianghe: Are you... Zhang Cong: Can you please stop talking.Do you know how I feel right now?Yan Jianghe: Yes, I know.I am too charming, you are too stupid and confused.Zhang Cong: ...