no way

Yan Jianghe seems to have become more angry, and at the moment, there is no smell of oil and salt.Zhang Cong could only go to Feng's old house to have a look.However, as soon as he put his hand on the doorknob, Yan Jianghe behind him scolded shamelessly: "Old stubborn donkey!"

Zhang Cong: "..."

Zhang Cong went into the house, closed the door, and kept that coward Yan Jianghe out.But he was stunned for half a second, and before he could raise his head and open his mouth, a soft shadow rushed towards him.Immediately following Feng Lao's call sign: "Get out! I won't fight!"

"..." Zhang Cong reached out and grabbed the pillow that was thrown towards his face, and began to mutter in his heart, how did Yan Jianghe hurt the sky and reason, and the old man could react so badly?

Seeing Mr. Feng's pale face in such a hurry, Zhang Cong sighed and said, "Grandpa, it's me."

Listening to the sound, Old Feng turned his face to look at Zhang Cong, twisted his neck back in a particularly unhappy manner, and snorted angrily.

Zhang Cong: "..."

Zhang Cong glanced around, and there was a pillow and a pair of pillow covers on the ground.

It's really evil, he only went out for a while, what's going on between the two inside and outside the door?

"What's the matter?" Zhang Cong walked over, picked up the things on the ground and knocked off the ashes.He stuffed the pillow behind Feng Lao.

Old Feng didn't speak, and rubbed his hands from his forehead to his wrinkled temples with shaking hands, wiping off a layer of sweat.Zhang Cong's eyes hurt from being rubbed by him, so he took out two tissues with a "squeak" and prepared to help him wipe: "It's really a toss."

Feng Lao ignored him, and even tugged Zhang Cong's arm to prevent him from touching it.Zhang Cong thought it was interesting for this old thing to lose his temper. He lowered his eyes: "Why did Yan Jiang provoke you, why did you ignore me?"

Old Feng glanced at him lightly, and Zhang Cong wiped off his sweat.

Zhang Cong wiped it, and Feng Lao said angrily: "He is really mad at me!"

Feng Lao's voice was not high, he was just complaining to Zhang Cong, who knew that Yan Jianghe's voice could be heard close to the door in the next second, and he fanned the flames: "You are still mad at me!"

Old Feng stared round his eyes suddenly, and his eyes fell on the door.

Zhang Cong was almost shocked. He walked over to open the door, and as expected, he only opened a crack in the door, and he saw a close-up of Yan Jianghe's enlarged face.

Zhang Cong couldn't believe it: "You actually listen to the crack in the door?"

However, Yan Jiang He Hun was shameless, smiled and said confidently: "What's the problem?"

Zhang Cong was completely speechless.

As for Yan Jianghe's brazenness, he should have angered Feng Lao once again.The old man's whole body was not smooth at all, and now he is even more down.He picked up the pillow that Zhang Cong had just picked up and threw it over, while panting, "Zhang Cong, bring me a broom."

Seeing this, Yan Jianghe opened the door and wanted to hit the pillow. He didn't blink: "Sweep me out if you have the ability."

Zhang Cong quickly pushed Yan Jianghe's chest, took the man out, and at the same time hugged the pillow that Feng Lao threw over with his backhand.He turned his face to Yan Jianghe and said, "You go out first." Then he closed the door with a "bang", throwing Yan Jianghe a face of wind.

Yan Jianghe: "..."

Zhang Cong stayed inside for a while, and the voices in the room went from murmuring to nothing at last.When Zhang Cong came out, he saw Yan Jianghe sitting at the table.

Yan Jianghe had half of his face swollen, expressionless, his eyes couldn't meet the ground, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Zhang Cong went into the kitchen and turned off the fire, took out an egg from the small pot, wrapped it in a towel, walked out and handed the egg to Yan Jianghe.

Yan Jianghe looked up at Zhang Cong, reached out to take the egg, and his fingertips dangled from the heat.He peeled the egg skin while blowing, and immediately opened his mouth and took a bite, exhaling hot air, his bald tongue slurred: "I'm scalded to death."

"...Why did you eat it?" Zhang Cong stared at him almost in admiration, "I gave you the egg for your face."

Yan Jianghe raised the tip of his tongue and was scalded. He didn't take it seriously and said, "I'm hungry."

Zhang Cong: "..."

Zhang Congxuan didn't roll his eyes at him.The corner of his eyes twitched, and he asked again: "Why did you provoke him? You two have been 'fighting' and 'not fighting', what are you fighting for? I asked the old man for a long time and kept humming."

"Take morphine." Yan Jianghe blew on the remaining half-pulled egg, stuffed it into his mouth, and continued after swallowing, "I put a box of morphine in the refrigerator."

Zhang Cong pursed his lips and said nothing, turned around and went to the kitchen to get an egg.He handed it to Yan Jianghe again: "Don't eat this time."

Yan Jianghe stared at the egg. He really didn't eat it this time. He peeled off the egg skin and rolled it slowly with his face pressed down: "I got the morphine from the hospital before."

Yan Jianghe: "I saw that his face was about to crack from the pain today, and I thought it was almost time for a spanking. I just mentioned it to him, who knows that he will be kicked in the next second."

Yan Jianghe pointed to the door of Mr. Feng's room: "I've basically never heard of any patient who was in such pain and didn't get an injection."

"There's something really wrong with this old thing, and he's going to make a fuss." Yan Jianghe's voice sank.

Zhang Congchu didn't say a word, he looked at Yan Jianghe, listened to Yan Jianghe, his vision and hearing were hooked up, and his emotions came out with a bang.Anyone who can breathe will understand—why Yan Jiang is not willing to give Feng Lao morphine, but he also feels sorry for Feng Lao's suffering, and he is reluctant inside and out.

Zhang Cong suddenly poked a sap in his throat, thinking that "morphine" was better than a scourge.He said, "The old man just told you to go in."

Yan Jianghe pulled the corners of his mouth, and smiled shortly: "You still let me in. Didn't you mean to sweep me out. I'll see if he can sweep me out."

Zhang Cong: "..."

These words don't seem to be the original words of Feng Lao, but it's not surprising, Yan Jianghe's ability to talk nonsense has always been remarkable.Zhang Cong ignored him, continued to hold his throat, and followed Yan Jianghe into the house.

Old Feng's anger probably went smoothly, or he didn't have much ability to continue to get angry.Anyway, as soon as the two opened the door, Elder Feng called out: "Come here."

Yan Jianghe's brain was sore, and he didn't look well when he walked over. He sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at Old Feng: "What do you want me to do?"

Old Feng looked at him, paused for a while before saying, "Does your face hurt?"

Yan Jianghe didn't speak.

Feng Lao suddenly wrinkled and laughed: "I said you a few words and yelled at me, and when I went out, I didn't forget to turn my head back and hit me with my face. You are almost thirty, why are you still talking to me?" Like a 20-year-old boy."

"..." Yan Jianghe rebelled against the army, "You are almost eighty and still throwing your pillow."

Old Feng: "..."

Zhang Cong hated this feeling.It's not clear, the corner of the mouth is ready to smile, but the face is suppressed.That expression made him rub his face quickly, otherwise he might have suffered a stroke on the spot.Thousands of tastes were mixed in his heart in an instant, mixed together and splashed around, making his stomach and the base of his tongue numb at the same time.

"I don't need morphine." Feng Lao said, "It hurts when someone is about to die. There's no point in hitting that thing."

"Shut up if you can't speak." Zhang Cong said suddenly.

Old Feng smiled at Zhang Cong, and with this smile, Zhang Cong's voice became speechless again.

Feng Lao said to Yan Jianghe: "That thing confuses people more and more. I want to be sober. How good it is to be sober. I still remember dreaming of your teacher's wife the night before last."

Mistress?

Zhang Cong didn't know that the old man had a wife.He knew Feng Laoqi from the beginning, he was a naked old man, nothing more.

Zhang Cong turned his head to look at Yan Jianghe, but found that Yan Jianghe's face changed instantly.It's very fantasy, almost really "swish" to change.

Feng Lao said again: "She hasn't given me a dream for a long time."

Yan Jianghe stood up abruptly, hardened his face, and said nothing.

Elder Feng's eyes moved up with him: "No morphine."

Yan Jianghe lowered his eyes and stared at Mr. Feng, and after a while he said, "What is the teacher doing in the dream?"

Zhang Cong had never heard Yan Jianghe call the old man "Master" with his unvirtuous mouth, but now he heard "Master" first, which is quite novel.

Mr. Feng let out a "Kaka" sound, his expression was nostalgic, his voice was tired, but rarely comfortable: "Make sugar cakes, ask me to eat them. You don't know how delicious your teacher's mother's sugar cakes are. Brown sugar Stuffing, the skin is thin, it's a pity that you don't have a good taste."

He paused, and then said, "I'm not lucky either."

"Then you are better off than me." Yan Jianghe finally calmed down, he smiled lightly, and covered the quilt tightly for Mr. Feng.

Feng Lao squinted his chaotic eyes and said in a low voice, "That's right. At least I've eaten it. You don't even know what it tastes like."

"Yeah." Yan Jianghe straightened up, pulled Zhang Cong's arm, and said to Mr. Feng, "Go to sleep for a while, I'm tired of scolding me."

Elder Feng nodded.

Zhang Cong: "..."

Zhang Cong followed Yan Jianghe out of the house. He knew that Yan Jianghe would never mention the morphine.

Yan Jianghe sat on the stool and fell into laziness. He didn't want to move his feet, so he asked Zhang Cong, "Are there any eggs?"

"Ah?" Zhang Cong was thinking about the symptoms, thinking about the old headache that he should take morphine, and thinking about Yan Jianghe's wife.So much so that he didn't react to Yan Jianghe's sudden sentence.

"Eggs." Yan Jianghe repeated, "Is there any more?"

Zhang Cong: "...no, I just cooked two."

"It's called a takeaway." Yan Jianghe said quickly, "The porridge I drank with the old man at noon, and a stomach full of water, it's useless."

He said and rubbed his belly: "Are you hungry?"

Zhang Cong: "Not hungry. I ate a bowl of noodles when I went out."

Yan Jianghe nodded, took out his mobile phone: "I want to eat noodles too, let me order some noodles."

It was probably because Zhang Cong was so rare that he felt the same way as Yan Jianghe—they were all upset by the old man's misfortune.He looked at Yan Jianghe's frowning brows, and took the initiative to ask the ghosts and snake gods to borrow and speak for him: "Don't order, wait for 10 minutes."

"Huh?" Yan Jianghe was taken aback, his fingers resting on the phone's tempered film.

After Zhang Cong finished speaking, he released the ghost on the spot.He didn't look at Yan Jianghe again, and went to the kitchen with his expressionless face lifted from his neck.

In the kitchen, there is a small pot of water that is still warm after the eggs have just been boiled, and there is also a half bundle of dried noodles.

Yan Jianghe heard Zhang Cong re-igniting the fire in the kitchen, and the stove plate roared loudly.

"..." Yan Jianghe's brows furrowed, he twirled the phone in his hand, and then put it back in his pocket.

The corner of his mouth curled up, and he muttered to himself, "Have you really grown a conscience, little brat?"