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When Yan Jianghe closed the door and came in, Zhang Cong had already finished sweeping the floor.He took out a panel from the kitchen and put it on the table.

Yan Jianghe walked over: "Shall we make dumplings now?"

"I don't wrap it now, just take it out first." Zhang Cong said, and took out a small stainless steel basin from the kitchen, which contained the noodles he reconciled when cooking. "Wake up the noodles first."

Yan Jianghe looked at him: "You really can do anything."

Zhang Cong put down a bowl of noodles, and said vaguely: "Usually, the old man always makes dumplings at home during the Chinese New Year."

Yan Jianghe was silent for a moment, then yawned, his eyes were filled with water: "Let me help you."

"Will you?" Zhang Cong asked casually.

"Tsk." Yan Jiang was dissatisfied, "Why can't I?"

He boasted: "Although I can't mix the stuffing, mix the noodles, and make the buns ugly, I can."

"... Oh." Zhang Cong really didn't understand what kind of skill he was based on this statement.

Yan Jianghe suddenly raised a corner of his mouth and smiled: "What's the matter with you? You pretended to be good when my dad was here, and you didn't even talk nonsense about cooking and sweeping the floor. After my dad left, you started talking back to me?"

"..." Zhang Cong was convinced by this person, God knows where he got his fallacy, "What?"

Yan Jianghe squinted his eyes, he was full, he was very sleepy at the moment, but he was still unwilling to stop: "Look, you are talking back again."

Zhang Cong paused, frowned and looked at Yan Jianghe for a while, then suddenly lowered his head and said in a low voice, "I didn't."

Yan Jianghe walked closer to Zhang Cong, and asked in a troubled manner, "Did you pretend to be good or didn't want to talk back to me?"

"..." Zhang Cong's mind was buzzing.

However, Yan Jianghe continued to poke the hornet's nest: "Nothing?"

Zhang Cong: "..."

Yan Jianghe bent his eyes and smiled: "That's really good."

Then Zhang Cong's brain was completely cholera, and he was stung by a group of wasps, making him restless.

Because they were so close, Zhang Cong could clearly see the red blood in Yan Jianghe's eyes, as well as the light lines in the corners of his eyes when he smiled.

Yan Jianghe's smile gradually faded.He sighed inaudibly, stretched out his hand again, and gently squeezed Zhang Cong's shoulder.

Yan Jianghe didn't use any effort, but Zhang Cong immediately felt that his arm was gone.From the shoulders to the fingertips, there seemed to be no sensation, as if a bomb had been blown away with a whirl.

It wasn't until Yan Jianghe brushed Zhang Cong's shoulder and passed by that half of Zhang Cong's arm grew back amidst the lightning and flint.

Yan Jianghe sat down on Zhang Cong's single bed against the wall, pondered for several rounds, and finally asked again: "Zhang Cong, are you all right?"

Zhang Cong's chest suddenly lifted, he turned to look at Yan Jianghe, and realized what Yan Jianghe was asking.So he repeated again: "It's nothing."

Before Yan Jianghe opened his mouth, he yawned again. This time, tears welled up in his eyes.He stretched his waist, kicked off the shoes on his feet, and fell lazily on his face: "Well, I know."

——I know, but I'm not at ease, so I asked you again at the end.

So Zhang Cong understood.This topic ends here, and no one will ever bring it up again.Really, really leave him [-] years away, and throw him to the ends of the earth.Even if Zhang Hanma has a follow-up, it has nothing to do with him.

Yan Jianghe rubbed his face: "Lend me your bed to lie down, God, I'm trapped to death."

Zhang Cong's eyes began to change, and his eyes slowly relaxed, like oxygen floating on the water, slowly dissolving and slowly sinking: "You didn't sleep on the night shift last night, you were so sleepy."

Yan Jianghe put his arms across his eyes, and let out a "hmm" without much energy.Everything around him seemed to have stopped following his soft voice.

Zhang Cong lowered his voice subconsciously: "Go to sleep first."

Yan Jianghe said "hmm" again, his consciousness had begun to blur, and he said in a muffled voice, "Call me when you wake up..."

Zhang Cong didn't speak any more, just turned around and went to the kitchen to make dumpling stuffing.The meat and vegetables had already been cut, but luckily they were done, otherwise Yan Jianghe would be quarreled.

Zhang Cong fiddled with the kitchen for a while, and made the dumpling stuffing without much effort.When he came out with dumpling stuffing and a rolling pin, Yan Jianghe had already fallen asleep completely.

This man was restless when he fell asleep, he was wearing only a thin sweater, and the quilt was uncovered, and the edge of the sweater was rolled up and rolled up, revealing a circle of flesh around his waist.He tilted his head to the wall, his arms drooped casually, half of his forearms were outside the bed.

Zhang Cong stared at Yan Jianghe's exposed waist, stood there for a long while, and finally put down the things in his hand.He walked over, shook out the quilt and covered Yan Jianghe.

Then he stood by the bed, stood for a long time before bending down, supported Yan Jianghe's wrist with his palm, lifted his loose arm, and stuffed it into the quilt.

Just as Zhang Cong was about to straighten his upper body, Yan Jianghe frowned and turned his head around.This made Zhang Cong look him in the face.

Zhang Cong: "..."

Yan Jianghe guessed that he felt disturbed, and his bad temper was quite dissatisfied in his dream. This frown lasted for a few seconds before he relaxed.His breath was long and steady, bursting with warmth.The chest rises and falls regularly.

But Zhang Cong seems to be in a bad mood now, something tricky has started to step on his heart.

Zhang Cong lowered his gaze, let go of the quilt with his hands, and slowly pressed his palms on the pillow under Yan Jianghe's head.The soft pillow was pressed out of a pit by him, sinking bit by bit, every millimeter was sinking extremely slowly, and finally pressed firmly.

Zhang Cong was so close to Yan Jianghe, so close that he could smell Yan Jianghe's breath with the tip of his nose, the warm breath.

Zhang Cong realized what it meant to be a situational disorder in the subconscious.His mind was robbed by insignificant fragments.

It has nothing to do with everything around him at the moment.There is a sky that is not yet dark, the black is mixed with slightly light gray, and there is a fixed street lamp, which grows secretly on the wall and stretches out to bind an unusual kiss.

Zhang Cong lowered his head lower and lower, until the tip of his nose lightly touched Yan Jianghe's, Zhang Cong stopped abruptly.He closed his eyes and cut off his breath.At the same time, one thing became clear - he wanted to kiss Yan Jianghe.

Zhang Cong maintained this posture without moving.After about a minute or two, he finally withdrew his hands from the pillow and slowly straightened his upper body.He covered his mouth with his hands, turned his head and coughed in a low voice, his lungs were convulsed.Just now he was so lucky that he didn't suffocate himself to death.

When another person begins to appear in one person's heart, all the insignificance will be magnified infinitely, what's more, Zhang Cong's wasteland that has disappeared.The entanglement is involved, and every thread is so delicate that it is terrifying.

The ruined site is muddled, and suddenly the footsteps of seeing and hearing are heard, and only for a moment, it is completely disorganized.

Zhang Cong sat quietly on the edge of the bed with his arms on his knees. He arched his back and buried his head in his arms to hide.He whispered tremblingly in his heart: "I'm really crazy."

I don't know how long it took, Yan Jianghe turned over, facing the wall, and turning his back to Zhang Cong.Hearing the thin voices behind him, Zhang Cong came back to his senses.He stood up, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and hid in the bathroom to smoke it.

Yan Jianghe slept comfortably this time, and didn't wake up until after four o'clock in the afternoon.When he woke up, Zhang Cong was making dumplings at the opposite table.Old Feng coughed with sticky and thick phlegm from time to time in the inner room.

Yan Jianghe was a little sleepy, he sat up slowly, rubbed his temples: "What time is it?"

Because the winter in the north is relatively dry, and the indoor heating is on, Yan Jianghe just woke up, and his voice is inevitably a little hoarse.

"It's past four o'clock." Zhang Cong patted his face off his hands, then grabbed the wet towel next to him and wiped it off.

He hesitated for a moment, then picked up the kettle beside him, poured Yan Jianghe a cup of warm water and took it.

Yan Jianghe took the water and poured it down in one gulp.He didn't feel any more, or have any surprises at all.Anyway, Zhang Cong is very meticulous in nature, but it's just a twist of temper. He has long known that he can grow back if he pulls it.

Yan Jianghe saw four rows of dumplings on the table.They are similar in size, and all of them are like eccentric little ingots with white belly, and Zhang Cong wraps them up beautifully. ——Sure enough, Zhang Cong is really dexterous.

Yan Jianghe: "Why didn't you call me? Didn't you call me when you said Bao?"

Zhang Cong glanced at Yan Jianghe's face, then quickly looked away.He took the empty glass and set it aside.Why did Yan Jiang sleep like this, but the blood in his eyes still hasn't faded away.

Zhang Cong said lightly: "It's not much, I just pinch it twice and it's over."

"Oh." Yan Jianghe thought about it too, and only three of them ate.No, to be precise, it should be eaten by two people.Old Feng's throat is now too shallow to hold anything, so he doesn't need to count.

Yan Jianghe narrowed his eyes and counted: "Let's pack a few more, there are only a few, and it's enough for two plates."

"There are too many of these, I can't eat so much." Zhang Cong was about to clean up.Tomorrow morning, the leftover noodles will be filled with two bowls of pimple soup, and the stuffing will be poured out.

"There's still me." Yan Jianghe quickly picked up.

Zhang Cong was stunned for a moment, and his hands paused to pack his things. He looked up at Yan Jianghe: "Aren't you going home for dinner tonight?"

"Go back." Yan Jianghe smiled, and began to pull on the shoes with his feet, and stood up from the bed after putting them on, "I'll come back at night."

Zhang Cong was not too surprised that he came, but according to Yan Jianghe's intention, he planned to have two meals.So Zhang Cong asked, "Can you still eat?"

"I can eat it. I'll leave room in my stomach in advance." Yan Jianghe stretched his waist and walked to the toilet.When he passed by Zhang Cong's side, he just finished a lazy waist, put his arm down, patted Zhang Cong's back with his paw along the way.

Zhang Congyu sighed inwardly.He is young, and he has never recognized his relatives, so he really doesn't know how to deal with his futile thoughts at the moment.Zhang Cong's defeat against Yan Jianghe was like a mountain. From the beginning to the present, he was powerless when he mentioned this man, so he had to keep silent and secretly blamed Yan Jianghe for his crimes.