no way

Zhang Cong's neck stiffened, and he stretched out his hand and gently pushed Yan Jianghe's arm, and Yan Jianghe let it go.

"It's okay." Zhang Cong finally made a noise.

Yan Jianghe glanced at him, his eyes squinted by the unlucky light of the phone: "Get up first, go back and talk."

Zhang Cong put his palms on his knees and stood up.His feet are numb.

The two walked up the stairs slowly in the dark.When he reached the fourth floor, Zhang Cong saw Zhang Hanma's shoes again.But Yan Jianghe walked in front of him and had already been kicked to the corner of the stairs.

After going up to the sixth floor, Zhang Cong didn't look at the door of his house again.He stopped in front of Feng's old house, bent down, and picked cabbage from the cardboard box.

Yan Jianghe didn't move, he picked up his mobile phone to light up Zhang Cong.

It wasn't until Zhang Cong touched the two cabbages from the inside and picked them up, and picked up a few wilted leaves, that Yan Jianghe took out the key and opened the door.

Zhang Cong came in and put the cabbage into the kitchen.

"Where did you go just now? I'm still on duty tonight, you..." Yan Jianghe paused, and he saw that the front of Zhang Cong's sweater was wet a lot.

Yan Jianghe walked up to Zhang Cong, stretched out his hand and shook his skirt, his hands were wet and cold, almost frozen hard.

Zhang Cong didn't wear a padded jacket at all, just a single sweater, which was still wet. He squatted on the stairs to feed the wind, and now his whole body was so cold that he didn't feel it.

Yan Jianghe clicked his tongue and caught a glimpse of Zhang Cong's coat on the bed, and a sweater stacked against the wall, which he bought.

Yan Jianghe took two steps, pulled up the sweater from the bed and threw it to Zhang Cong: "You changed your clothes."

"Hurry up." Yan Jianghe said.

Zhang Cong didn't respond, but directly raised his hand to take off the sweater on his body and began to change.

Why didn't Yan Jiang pay attention, staring at Zhang Cong changing, he watched Zhang Cong put on his clothes again, and said, "Go and pour some hot water to drink. What are you doing running down with so little clothes on? What's wrong with the collar of the clothes?"

Zhang Cong didn't speak, but he went to pour water. He poured two cups, and then handed Yan Jianghe a cup.

Yan Jianghe looked at the water glass and blinked, took a sip, the temperature was just right, and it was so hot that he warmed his body.

"Zhang Hanma is back." Zhang Cong explained concisely, "I just went home."

Yan Jianghe was inevitably a little surprised.He could see that Zhang Cong must have encountered something just now, and he wanted to ask clearly, after all, Zhang Cong was really good at making trouble.But Yan Jianghe didn't want to pry it out of his mouth. If Zhang Cong didn't say it, he wouldn't be too persistent.But he didn't expect Zhang Cong to be able to confess so happily.

"...Oh." Yan Jianghe didn't say anything more.

Zhang Hanma is Zhang Cong's biological father.Yan Jianghe knew this a long time ago.Zhang Cong seldom teaches, and he is a big rebel.Yan Jianghe has seen this with a clear eye.For such a long time, Zhang Hanma has been lying on an acre of land without a trace, and Yan Jianghe probably knows it.Although he wasn't sure if Zhang Hanma's disappearance was normal.

After the incident at the barbecue shop, he never mentioned Zhang Cong's missing father.

But dad still exists, Zhang Cong said he came back.

Yan Jianghe frowned, and looked down at his watch again.He was sure that Zhang Cong and Zhang Hanma had another quarrel just now.

Yan Jianghe was going to say something to Zhang Cong, but he couldn't.One is that he suddenly didn't think well about his words, and the other is that he was really late for work.

Zhang Cong noticed that Yan Jianghe was looking at his watch: "Aren't you on the night shift? It's almost time."

"Yeah." Yan Jianghe sighed, and he glanced at the door of Mr. Feng's room, "Then are you still here tonight?"

"Yes." Zhang Cong reached out for his pocket and chose the latter between the cigarette case and the lollipop.

He slipped out a lollipop, orange flavored.Tear open the package and bite: "You hurry up."

Yan Jianghe stared at Zhang Cong's eyes, the blood red inside had ebbed.

"Then I'm leaving." Yan Jianghe said, "I'll come over tomorrow morning. By the way, my dad said he wanted to see the old man. They used to be colleagues in the hospital. I'll bring him here tomorrow."

Yan Tao has always been thinking about Mr. Feng, he has already urged Yan Jianghe, saying that he still wants to come and have a look.It's a pity that either Yan Jiang is so busy, or Yan Tao has something to do.Tomorrow thirty, the father and son finally faced each other in the sky, and the day was fine, so Yan Tao asked Yan Jianghe to pick him up for a visit.

"Oh." Zhang Cong didn't express any opinion.He has nothing to publish.Just find a place to hide tomorrow morning.

Yan Jianghe had already expected that Zhang Cong would hide, so he couldn't force him to stay now, it was not yet time.So Yan Jianghe only instructed: "You can't leave people around the old man. You can leave when I arrive tomorrow."

"it is good."

Yan Jianghe looked at him again: "Call me if you need anything."

Zhang Cong: "Yes."

After Yan Jianghe left, Zhang Cong stood there for a long time.He didn't spit out the candy stick until he finished eating the candy in his mouth, turned around and walked into the bathroom.Zhang Cong turned on the tap and began to wash his hands.

The cold water washed away the heat from his hands, and he rubbed his limbs over and over with soap.Zhang Cong didn't feel anything, but he did use a lot of strength, and his skin was rubbed in two places.

Hand washed for about half an hour.Zhang Cong's skin was already fair, but it became even whiter after washing, almost like a prosthetic.

He finally turned off the tap.

A pair of hands completely lost consciousness, as if they didn't exist.Perhaps Zhang Cong wished that they didn't exist—they almost became his murder weapon for patricide.

The night was uneventful.Zhang Hanma was only tens of meters away from Zhang Cong.Zhang Cong thought, maybe that coward can get up, and he may not be sure if he crawls away again.

Zhang Cong is fine.Mr. Feng has always tried his best to make people feel at ease, and he slept soundly tonight, except for a few hums when he turned over.

It was Yan Jianghe who sent a message to Zhang Cong at two o'clock in the middle of the night: Is there anything wrong?

Zhang Cong was lying on the bed with his mobile phone on, his eyes staring into the dim light.He moved his fingers, and as soon as he typed the word "no", it was deleted again.

Zhang Cong put the phone aside, turned over in the dark, and closed his eyes.He didn't reply.All when he was asleep and didn't see it.

——He fell asleep and didn't see it, so it was really "nothing happened".

Zhang Cong turned over again without opening his eyes.He fumbled around the pillow, found the phone, and fiddled with the dog ears on the phone case.

Zhang Hanma didn't crawl away.

He cleaned up the broken money at home, and walked out straight up.He was barefoot, and he stepped on a pair of smelly socks, which were dirty and cold.With his own shameful life, he entered the police station.

Zhang Hanma surrendered himself.

Yan Jianghe didn't sleep even after the night shift.The sky was gray and cloudy, covering the sun.The sun had not turned the air over and over to warm it thoroughly.

Yan Jianghe found a 24-hour convenience store, went in and ordered a big bowl of oden.

Normally, after eating, he should go home and sleep with his head covered, then pick up Yan Tao, and go to see Mr. Feng together.

Yan Jianghe put a ball into his mouth and took out his phone to check the messages.Zhang Cong replied to his message from last night about an hour and a half ago: nothing happened.

Everything is in the "normal look" category.

After Yan Jianghe finished his oden, he didn't hesitate much. He ordered another takeaway, and finally drove to Xindong Street.

Yan Jianghe sincerely believes that there is no teenager in the world who has more thoughts than Zhang Cong.

He still remembers Zhang Cong's embarrassed appearance last night, it was so frightening that he had to stay on guard.

When Yan Jianghe parked the car downstairs, he saw a police car not far ahead.

Just a police car, nothing directional.

Yan Jianghe picked up the oden that Zhang Cong had brought and went upstairs.During the day, some dim sunlight can seep into the corridor.Brightness is covered with a layer of dust, and the air exudes a dry smell of dead mold, which chokes the nose.

Yan Jianghe took out the key to open the door, subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the opposite side before going in.The door of Zhang Cong's house is very quiet, and it looks like there is nothing there, except for the shabby waste that is not harvested.

Yan Jianghe pushed open the door and entered the room, and immediately froze when he raised his eyes.

He slowly closed the door: "This is..."

Sitting in the room was a man he had never seen before, in police uniform.It made him think of the police car downstairs.

"You're back." Zhang Cong stood up.

He knew that Yan Jianghe would come early in the morning.Definitely will come.Guaranteed to come.

His heart was so violent that he fell into the cliff - Yan Jianghe really came.

Zhang Cong said to the policeman next to him, "You can go."

"Where are you going?" Yan Jianghe's mind was buzzing.

What did Zhang Cong, that little bastard, do again?Did you bring the police home this time?

"He is a family member of the people in the house. They and I are just neighbors, helping to see patients. He doesn't know anything. I'll just go with you." Zhang Cong said lightly.

Yan Jianghe's eyelids twitched. Although he didn't know the cause and effect, he suddenly wanted to walk over and punch Zhang Cong.It had been a while since he had the urge to beat Zhang Cong.

"Hello." The policeman walked up to Yan Jianghe, "It's like this, Zhang Cong's father came to the police station to surrender himself this morning. As immediate family members, we need to take Zhang Cong to the police station to make a detailed record."

Police: "But Zhang Cong said, you asked him to look after the patient. But he said that you will be back soon, so you can only wait at home. You will take him away when you come back."

Yan Jianghe: "..."

surrender?record?Wait for him to come back?Waiting for the ghost?

Yan Jianghe didn't have time to be shocked.He was rarely speechless: "No, Comrade Police, Zhang Cong..."

"Let's go." Zhang Cong interrupted Yan Jianghe.

Yan Jianghe glared at Zhang Cong, but there was nothing he could do.From a theoretical and practical point of view, how could Yan Jiang intervene in some trivial matters to protect Zhang Cong.But Zhang Hanma surrendered.It's all about the words "surrender", and he really can't stop it at this time.

He couldn't keep Zhang Cong.

"Then I'll take Zhang Cong away first. Excuse me." The policeman said again, "If you need anything, sir, please cooperate with us. Sorry."

"...Well, it should be." Yan Jianghe's thoughts sank, "There is no one in Zhang Cong's family anymore. His father is often away. I usually watch him. If you have any questions, please contact me."

After Yan Jianghe finished speaking, he left his mobile phone number to the police.

Zhang Cong frowned and took a deep look at Yan Jianghe.His eyes were intertwined, and he couldn't figure out how many complicated emotions there were, all of them were mixed in a pile and tied into a dead knot.

As soon as Zhang Cong and the police left, the room was immediately empty.

Yan Jianghe rubbed his face, completely disbelieving that he could see a ghost in the morning on New Year's Eve: "What the hell are they..."

"Jiang He? Is it Jiang He?" Feng Lao asked inside.

Yan Jianghe was called back to his senses by the hoarse voice, and found that he was still holding the oden in his hand and hadn't put it down.

——The ones he brought to Zhang Cong were almost cold.

Yan Jianghe put the Kanto cooking on the table and walked into Feng's old house: "It's me."

As soon as he pushed the door open, Elder Feng turned his cloudy eyes: "Go and ask what's going on, a policeman came this morning. I can't get out, and I can't hear clearly. It seems to be about Zhang Cong's father? "

"Don't worry, I'll ask." Yan Jianghe walked over, reached into the quilt and rubbed Lao Feng's arm.The old man had a fever, "Shall I get you a hot towel to wipe your face?"

"Zhang Cong wiped it off." Feng Lao sighed, "Oh, people just can't do it when they are old, and they can't control anything."

Yan Jianghe didn't say anything, he went out and closed the door, and called Yan Tao: "Dad, can you come over now? ... Yes, come to the old man, right now. ... I can't pick you up, I will send you the address on your phone .You take a taxi. Hurry up."