no way

Days passed by, and some things couldn't come back.

For example, the mobile phone Mr. Feng bought for Zhang Cong.It fell to pieces and the repair cost was too expensive.Isn't Yan Jiang a toy who understands other people's feelings? The mobile phone is nothing more than an object, so it is completely scrapped and thrown away for recycling.Zhang Cong was never seen again.

But Yan Jianghe bought a new one for Zhang Cong.The one he bought was of the same brand as Mr. Feng's, but not the same.Feng Lao's is a low-key silver-white, while Yan Jianghe's is a shining local tyrant gold.

Zhang Cong took the phone and put it in his hand, and listened to Yan Jianghe saying: "I didn't buy the same one as the old man. It can't be the same anyway. I chose it according to my aesthetics. The color he chose before didn't look good."

Yes, nothing can be the same.Zhang Cong knew it a long time ago, and he didn't know why Yan Jianghe insisted on grinning.

Zhang Cong held the mobile phone, but he didn't see how much the local tyrant gold looked better than silver and white.He felt that the golden cold metal was miraculously hot, and it hurt his skin to hold it.

Yan Jianghe said again: "If you are afraid that the old man will find out, just put on a mobile phone case."

After he finished speaking, he threw another mobile phone case to Zhang Cong.Zhang Cong looked down and almost sprained his eyeballs.

Yan Jianghe really should check his brain.

The color of the phone case is harmless, light brown.But... the pattern on it is actually a dirt dog's buttocks, and the dog's tail is raised like a big fluffy flower.What made Zhang Cong even more troublesome was that the phone case had long ears.There are two small triangles with rounded corners on the top.

Inexplicably, Zhang Cong thought of Yan Meitong's unlucky sissy princess cat nest.

He looked at Yan Jianghe with weird eyes, and really didn't understand how some of this man's hobbies came from, and what kind of evil spirits he hooked up with.

"How cute." Yan Jianghe was delighted to see Zhang Cong's reaction, "I thought of you when I saw this phone case, so I bought it right away."

"Ah?" Zhang Cong could not accept this statement.

And Yan Jianghe continued to treat him, very happy: "The little tail is raised all day long, and the buttocks are poking out. Isn't it you."

Zhang Cong: "..."

Zhang Cong didn't speak.He squeezed the plastic ears on the phone case twice more, and then put them on.

This directly led to the fact that when Zhang Cong went to Chongtianxia to find Tang Fuxing, Tang Fuxing stared at Zhang Cong's cell phone, shivering with shock all over his face.

It was early in the Chinese New Year, and the students had an early vacation. As soon as Tang Fuxing was on winter vacation, Zhang Cong went to Chong Tianxia to find him. For no other reason, this fat man's delicate heart needed to be appeased.

After Liu Enming's incident, Tang Fuxing approached Zhang Cong twice. Zhang Cong was annoyed and had to go to Azure to work again, so he ignored him.

Today, he specially brought a bag of potato chips to Pet Tianxia to visit.

At this moment in Tang Fuxing's room, Zhang Cong had just returned a message from Yan Jianghe.Tell him that he will go to Azure later, and he will not be able to go back until later.

"What's that phone case of yours?" Tang Fuxing's face was dazed.

Zhang Cong glanced at the phone case, and said expressionlessly, "Yan Jianghe bought it."

Tang Fuxing smashed his tongue: "Brother Yan is quite affectionate/interesting."

"..." Zhang Cong paused, and put the phone back into his pocket, "If you don't know how to use words, don't use them, that's not how you use them. You're a scumbag."

Tang Fuxing: "..."

"By the way." Tang Fuxing's expression lowered, "That incident... I heard that before New Year's Day, Huang Liang's cotton padded clothes were thrown into the sink when he was in physical education class. It is probably Liu Enming's fault. But you After making a fuss, Huang Liang didn't dare to do anything else."

Liu Enming is really so cowardly that he can only play house games.

Tang Fuxing hesitated for a moment: "You have been seeing no one, and now it is rumored in the school that you are going to transfer."

"Transfer?" Zhang Cong was taken aback.

"Yes. It is said that it is." Tang Fuxing looked at him, "You don't know? Does Brother Yan want to transfer you to another school?"

Zhang Cong lowered his eyes and pinched the dog ears of the phone case in his pocket: "Maybe. Whatever."

Tang Fuxing was surprised: "You listen to him like that? He told you to turn around? It's not like you."

Zhang Cong's heart suddenly rolled out under the skin, he let out a breath, and said softly, "Shut up."

Tang Fuxing shut up immediately.He could feel some kind of change taking place in Zhang Cong.The most obvious thing is that all kinds of conflicts between him and Yan Jianghe at the beginning are completely invisible now.

Tang Fuxing thinks this is a good thing.He takes Zhang Cong as a friend, but sometimes he can't help being afraid of Zhang Cong.Tang Fuxing was really scared.He still remembered the sharpness of the knife cutting through his fingertips, and he saw blood in an instant.

He was afraid that Zhang Cong would go crazy and just cross the line.If Yan Jiang could take care of Zhang Cong, it must be a good thing.

Zhang Cong came out of Chongtianxia, ​​found a place to eat, and went to Azure.

It's hard to see such a loose boss like Zhong Ning in the mall.He is a nouveau riche who is not short of money, and there are still a few days before the end of the year, but Zhong Ning is going to close Azure in advance.Today is the last day Azure opened before the year.They say they are open, but they don’t actually put up a business sign. There is only one job to do—cleaning.

The general cleaning continued until the evening.It was already starting to get dark.Zhang Cong was carrying a bag of trash and was going to throw it into the trash can.

He walked close to the wall, and before he turned the corner, he heard Zhong Ning's voice.

Zhong Ning shouted hurriedly: "What are you doing? How much have you drank? You are crazy, let me go!"

Zhang Cong frowned, and immediately ran forward in the next second.He turned the corner and saw the trash bin he was going to throw trash in, and also saw...

Zhang Cong suddenly stopped on the spot, unable to move the soles of his feet.

Pale darkness came from the sky and clung to the wall.A lonely street lamp with dim yellow light spreads dimly.There's a...trash can.Zhang Cong saw Zhong Ning being pushed against the wall by a man.

"Hiss...you fucking..." Boss Zhong hadn't finished cursing before his lips were blocked by the other party.

—— Zhong Ning was kissed by a man.

two men.

Zhang Cong stayed where he was, his eyes staring without blinking.At first, Zhong Ning would push the opponent a few times, but he gradually stopped there.Finally, after the kiss was over, the man tilted his head and buried his head into Zhong Ning's neck.

Zhang Cong didn't make a sound, he turned around quietly, like a ghost who has done something wrong.Although he didn't know where he was at fault.Zhang Cong can't reach such a high moral line, breaking other people's secrets won't embarrass him.But now his chest is extremely empty, and the cold air is rattling back and forth, his ribs are about to break.

Something, struggling to break through the fog, popped out from the cloud of cold air.But what is that?It has no form at all, and Zhang Cong can't grasp it at all.

Zhang Cong walked half a street with the garbage, and finally found another trash can. He swung his arm and slammed the garbage into the trash can.

Sister Yang returned to her hometown in the countryside on the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month.She helped Zhang Cong clean up Feng's old house before leaving.

Zhang Cong believes that there is no job more tiring than cleaning.His waist and arms are sore right now, and he is sitting on a chair, staring at a bag of sugar cookies on the table, spreading hysteria.

Yan Jianghe especially likes to buy sugar cakes recently.Mr. Feng couldn't even swallow the crumbs of the cake, so he probably couldn't see the cake clearly.He still has to buy it.The trouble caused Zhang Cong to eat sugar cakes all day long.Perhaps it was fed by Yan Jianghe, who made a dozen sugar cakes. Zhang Cong has grown a little meat during this time.

Zhang Cong picked up a sugar cake and put it in his mouth to bite, and slowly ate the cold brown sugar, making his mouth full of sweetness.At this time, Mr. Feng called him in the room.

Zhang Cong had no choice but to put down the cake, opened the door and entered the room: "What's wrong?"

"Bring some ice cubes." Elder Feng propped himself up on the bed, and it took him a long time to get up.

Zhang Cong looked at him for a while, then turned to look through the refrigerator.The morphine Yan Jianghe brought before is still there, but it has never left the refrigerator door.

Zhang Cong paused, then took out another box of ice cubes from below.

Mr. Feng has been eating ice cubes recently.

It was ice cubes, the hard ones, his teeth could not even tear a bite of sugar cake, but he was able to chew the ice cubes so loudly, it was amazing.

Zhang Cong smashed several pieces of crushed ice, put them in a bowl and brought them into the house.

After Feng Lao took it, he raised his head and poured it, biting down his mouth.Zhang Cong's ears itch.He turned his face and glanced out of the window. The cold wind was blowing outside, and the branches of the bare tree twisted back and forth.

Zhang Cong couldn't figure it out.Are those life-threatening things growing under the old man's belly a fire?What he is spreading is not cancer cells, but a scorching fire, a fire that can burn all internal organs.

When this old thing was dying, he never thought of making compromises, but he was extremely sick and tortured.

Old Feng swallowed a bowl of ice cubes, wiped his mouth, and drank hoarsely.Zhang Cong went over to take the bowl, and he lay down slowly again.

"Eat less ice, it's very cold." Zhang Cong frowned.I always feel that Mr. Feng's ice cubes are scary to eat.

"It's comfortable to eat, or you'll have a burning pain in your stomach." Old Feng smiled at him oldly, "It's okay, let's be thirty tomorrow. Make some dumplings as usual. If you want to eat cabbage."

He said this as if he could eat a few, which is quite tricky to instigate people.

Zhang Cong looked at him fixedly: "Oh."

He covered Feng Lao with a quilt and turned around to go out.After standing in the living room for a long time, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Yan Jianghe, asking him to come and bring a small bag of flour.

Yan Jianghe came here near the evening, and Zhang Cong was watching a video on the computer when he came.Yan Jianghe glanced at it, and unexpectedly discovered that a foreign teacher was speaking English in the video.

Yan Jianghe was startled: "Are you studying?"

"Just take a look if you have nothing to do." Zhang Cong tapped on the computer, "Have you bought the flour?"

"I bought it. I want to make dumplings for the Chinese New Year. Do you want to make dumplings?" Yan Jianghe narrowed his eyes and looked at him.

Zhang Cong sighed: "Dumplings..."

Yan Jianghe hurriedly said: "I know, dumplings are not complicated for you, they are very simple, just wrap the dough with stuffing and pinch it, you know, shut up."

Zhang Cong: "..."

He lowered his head and brushed Yan Jianghe's shoulder: "I went to the door and picked two cabbages to come in. The cabbages left by the old man are all wilted, and I don't know if I can still eat them."

Zhang Cong said and opened the door.He bent down to fish out two from the door, and picked them up against the black gullet.When he lowered his head, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a pair of black shadows resembling shoes by the door of his house.

Zhang Cong paused, and closed the door of Feng's home with his backhand.Instead of continuing to pick cabbage, he stood up and walked to the door of his house.

Zhang Cong has been living in Feng's hometown during this time, and he has hardly returned to his own home.In addition to changing clothes or taking any necessary things, the last time he entered the house was three days ago.

And the pair of shoes at the door is interesting.Zhang Cong kicked it with his feet, took out his mobile phone to light up the light, and lowered his eyes to look carefully—one of the cotton shoes had a bottom that fell off, so he couldn't wear it anymore, no wonder he threw it at the door.He raised his foot and kicked the shoes down the stairs to roll.

Zhang Cong hadn't seen Zhang Hanma for a long time.

Zhang Cong asked himself very unhappy to see Zhang Hanma.But he didn't know what kind of disease he was suffering from, so he put away his mobile phone, took out his house key from his pocket, and opened the door.

Maybe he just wanted to enter the door, and let Zhang Hanma's brain be cut open and bloody.

There was no light in the room, and there was no sound.But the moment Zhang Cong stepped forward, he knew that Zhang Hanma was back.

Because the stench of wine that disgusted him came back.Zhang Cong's Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.He closed the door, took a slow breath, and reached out to tap the light switch.

With a "click", the lights turned on on the cramped ceiling.