no way

Yan Jianghe came out of the bathroom after washing his hands. He insisted on inventing, but finally made a straight pole with no folds. The dumplings he made could squat firmly without leaking, but the appearance was too eye-catching, so Zhang Cong didn't Let him continue to be a scourge.

Yan Jianghe saw that Zhang Cong squeezed one in three seconds, and the job was done quickly and beautifully. He was rarely convinced, and praised: "Your hand is really skillful."

Zhang Cong paused with his skillful hand.Holding the dough in his palm, he shook it, and the stuffing almost fell off.

A few dumplings were wrapped without much effort.Yan Jianghe couldn't eat too much when he came over at night, and Zhang Cong didn't pack much more.

Yan Jianghe glanced at his watch and estimated the time in his heart.

Zhang Cong looked at him: "Let's go now?"

"Well, let's go. I have to go to the hospital first." Yan Jianghe said.There are a few patients he has to see.

Yan Jianghe: "I'll come over around eight or nine o'clock in the evening."

Zhang Cong didn't speak, his eyes "swish" over the dark circles under Yan Jianghe's eyes.

"New Year's Eve" is quite mysterious, and the atmosphere is exaggerated there, but there are still people who have their own thoughts or can't stop everywhere.

Similar to Zhang Hanma in the police station, the policeman on duty in the interrogation room.Or people in the hospital.There are also Zhang Cong himself, and Yan Jianghe who is too busy...

Most of the people in this society have strange shapes and are working hard regardless of festivals or good times.The more this is the case, the more precious the festival is.

Yan Jianghe brought a glass of water to the house to feed Mr. Feng, and left after pouring the old thing.

Zhang Cong cleaned up the table outside and dusted himself with flour.

The phone in his pocket rang suddenly, and Zhang Cong wiped his hands and pulled it out to see. It was Tang Fuxing's message: "Are you free? I'm going downstairs to your house with my birthday present, so come down for a while."

Zhang Cong was not too surprised, this spinning top would buy him some messy things every year, and the most embarrassing time was to give Zhang Cong a wad of cotton socks...

After Zhang Cong replied to Tang Fuxing's message, he took his mobile phone and went into the back room.Elder Feng was sitting on the bed. He twisted the dry skin on his neck and looked out the window.

In fact, there is nothing to see outside, and there is no scenery around this dilapidated building, except for the vigorous branches of old trees, except for the whiteness of the sky in winter.

"I'll go downstairs and I'll be right back." Zhang Cong said to Old Feng.

"Go." Elder Feng turned his head to look at him, and smiled with the corners of his wrinkled mouth, "Happy birthday."

Zhang Cong smiled: "Yes."

Elder Feng's eyes lightly slipped to Zhang Cong, put aside the chaos in his mind, and found that the boy in front of him had grown up a lot, much taller than when the cat was drawing in the corridor that year.

Old Feng still smiled, and said in a weak voice: "Usually I can still make you a poached egg, but this year it won't work."

Zhang Cong felt his heart was hit by something, and the thing that hit him was like an old tree branch facing the cold wind outside the window: "I can do it myself."

"Okay." Feng Lao let out a laugh, and the laughter rolled out of his sticky throat, which was vague.

Zhang Cong didn't feel right, so he quickly closed the door and left, walking a little faster.Some not-so-good thoughts flashed through his mind, for example—this year is coming to an end.

When Zhang Cong went downstairs, Tang Fuxing hadn't arrived yet, so he wrapped his clothes tightly and walked around the building.When passing by the closed small supermarket, Zhang Cong stopped.He bought a small box of yogurt for Yan Meitong in this supermarket, and then basically used it to maintain the facial hair of that beast.

Time passed so fast, it was unbelievable.Who would have thought that that blind bastard would turn his stomach on the floor of He's house in Yanjiang now?

I don't know if Yan Meitong has gained weight.Zhang Cong has gained weight.

Zhang Cong put his hand in his pocket, touched the pair of dog ears on the phone case, and found the bank card handed over to him by Zhang Hanmato police.

Zhang Cong has forgotten what his mother looks like.Zhang Cong was still young when she left home, and the woman had to look up. When she stuffed Zhang Cong with candy that night, she squatted down to stuff it, so that Zhang Cong didn't even know her height now.

For such an illusory person, in the past eight years, he would occasionally give him loose money.Maybe it was really used to support Zhang Cong's finished skin, maybe it was so disgusting and disgusting when Zhang Han made a fuss about it.

Thinking about it, Zhang Cong took the card out of his pocket.He raised his eyes and saw the green tin trash bin facing him, the top layer was covered with vegetable leaves dripping with soup, he didn't know if it was rotten or not.Anyway, Zhang Cong didn't hear it.

There are some benefits in winter, like a frozen nose and a poor sense of smell.

Zhang Cong walked over in two steps, raised his hand, and drew an arc in the air, just in time to fall into the pile of cold vegetable leftovers and soak it firmly.

So character is something that has something to do with the surrounding environment, and it doesn't matter. ——Prodigals can still come out of the pit of the poor.If you don't believe me, you can look at Zhang Cong's wasteful goods, tearing up RMB and throwing bank cards, all of which are his outstanding deeds of breaking the law and discipline.

After Zhang Cong threw away the card, the phone rang again in his pocket. It must be that Tang Fuxing had arrived.Instead of taking out his phone, Zhang Cong took out a lollipop.

Strawberry.He likes the taste.Zhang Cong tore off the wrapping paper and ate the candy into his mouth.The insignificant candy wrapper was also thrown out by him, whizzed through the wind for half a circle, and fell into the trash can by chance, and was accompanied by the bank card, soaked in rotten vegetable soup.

Zhang Cong didn't look back, turned around and walked back.

When Zhang Cong walked back, Tang Fuxing was already downstairs.The grandson was stomping from the cold, the flesh on his chin folded into the scarf, and he was holding a big bag in his hand.

Seeing Zhang Cong approaching, Tang Fuxing immediately screamed, "Zhang Cong, here!"

"...I saw it." Zhang Cong sighed and stopped beside Tang Fuxing.

"Happy birthday." Tang Fuxing grinned, "Here, a present."

Zhang Cong reached out to take it, a little stunned: "What is this, such a big bag? It can't be a bag of snacks."

"When I was you, you would give me something to eat when I celebrate my birthday." Tang Fuxing curled his lips.

Zhang Cong smiled briefly: "Isn't food the best gift for you?"

Tang Fuxing glared at him and said happily, "Okay, you're right."

His eyes moved to the gift, expecting to yell: "Let me tell you, I spent a lot of money this year, and you will definitely like it."

"Really or not." Zhang Cong reached out to take the things out of the bag, and was stunned when he saw the packaging.

It's a digital tablet.Sketchpad for painting.These things are generally not cheap.Zhang Cong took a look at the brand and model. The one Tang Fuxing bought was basically the cheapest one, costing a few hundred dollars.The price/performance ratio is okay, and there is no problem in drawing and playing.

"I've saved some pocket money this year. How about it? Do you like it?" Tang Fuxing looked at Zhang Cong with a boastful face.

Zhang Cong often watches videos in Internet cafes to learn things, including painting.Tang Fuxing had met many times.Zhang Cong would look through some board painting videos, and when he was working in an Internet cafe to watch night shows, he could even watch them all night.

Anyway, it's the kind of Tang Fuxing who can't understand how long he has eight heads, so he can only boast dumbfounded: "This is a goddamn fairy.".

Tang Fuxing is really not willing to spend money, his mother is quite stingy with him, and it is very difficult for him to save some money.But Zhang Cong... Tang Fuxing subconsciously raised his head and looked upstairs—there was an old and sick child nestling above.It's hard to have one birthday a year, and it's a little bit to be happy.

It's just that Tang Fuxing didn't know about Zhang Hanma, otherwise he could jump up on the spot now.

"You bought this thing..." Zhang Cong didn't know what to say.

"Is this product not good?" Tang Fuxing immediately became nervous, "I read online reviews that this brand is not bad."

"No." Zhang Cong held the digital board in his hand, and couldn't find a word even if he tried his best. In the end, he could only say "thank you" lightly.

Tang Fuxing was stunned for a moment, he laughed, and said again: "Happy birthday."

When Yan Jianghe left Feng's hometown, Zhou Pingnan called and urged him to go home for dinner.He didn't want to delay any longer, but before entering the hospital, he found a large supermarket that was open and went in to buy two bags of snack chocolates or something.

Yan Jianghe distributed these items to the doctors and nurses in the department, as well as some family members of the patients in the ward.

Many people, many families, spent the Chinese New Year in the hospital.The dumplings in the hospital canteen are very ordinary, and there is no taste.Throughout the year, no matter the hardships or hardships, there must always be a little sweetness, and the new day will be greeted with a smile.

Yan Jianghe stuffed a bag of fruit candies to the little girl beside the hospital bed, and she laughed happily, which made her mother on the bed laugh too.

You see, sweetness doesn't have to be eaten in the mouth, it can also be seen in the eyes and heard in the ears.

After patrolling the ward, Yan Jianghe greeted him well, and finally went back home to eat.

The dishes on Zhou Pingnan's table had already been prepared.Yan Jianghe opened the door of his house, and two hooligans rushed towards him in hot air—one was Yan Laicai, and the other was Ning Hanghang.

Yan Laicai barked around Yan Jianghe's feet, stood up and hopped, and stretched out his claws to scratch his trouser legs.And Ning Hanghang, as an elder spirit, is naturally superior in Taoism.She bumped her head directly and hugged Yan Jianghe's other thigh.

Yan Jianghe took off his shoes, and before putting on his slippers, he stepped on Yan Laicai's dog's head with his toes and rubbed it to comfort him.Then he wrapped his arms around Ning Hanghang's armpit, lifted the girl up in one breath, and carried it on his shoulder.

Ninghanghang immediately screamed and laughed, and called uncle.

"Hey, Jiang He, don't throw her." Cousin Zhou Qian simply convinced them.

"It's okay. Don't worry about it, my daughter is wild." said the cousin-in-law.

Zhou Qian: "..."

Yan Jianghe smiled and gave orders: "Ning Hang Hang, keep your head down, I don't care if you knock on the beams of the house, you will be an idiot in this life."

Ning Hanghang tilted his neck and asked, "Uncle Cheng Idiot doesn't like me, right?"

"Yes. I will annoy you very much." Yan Jianghe said with a sullen face on purpose.

Ning Hang Hang rolled his big eyes, then closed his mouth in the next second, drooping his little head obediently.

Yan Jianghe then laughed heartily.

Zhou Qian: "..."

"Who are you particularly annoying? I'm especially annoying you." Zhou Pingnan came out of the kitchen, holding a shovel and said angrily, "Yan Jianghe, wash your hands and come in to serve the food."

"Here we come." Yan Jianghe quickly left Ning Hang Hang to his brother-in-law, and turned to wash his hands.

Yan Tao and his uncle were sitting in the living room drinking tea while his aunt was peeling fruit.Yan Jiang Hechou was shameless, and left the "respectful old man" aside, his sharp eyes snatched a freshly bald apple from his aunt's hand and gnawed it into his mouth: "Thank you, auntie."

My aunt reached out and nodded at him, and smiled.

Zhou Pingnan yelled inside again: "Yan Jianghe, come in quickly!"

"Here we come." Yan Jianghe quickly walked into the kitchen, turned the apple around, and handed the unbitten half to Zhou Pingnan's mouth, "Mom, eat the apple."

Zhou Pingnan rolled his eyes at him, opened his mouth and took a bite.

Yan Jianghe suddenly understood.He is really lucky. His house is always warm and warm during the Chinese New Year.

Why did Yan Jiang think about it? He put the apple aside, turned to Zhou Pingnan and said, "Mom, did my dad mention Zhang Cong to you?"

"I mentioned it." Zhou Pingnan squinted at him, "You are a shameless person who can let a child cook for you. I don't know how to accumulate virtue after Chinese New Year. They still celebrate their birthdays."

really.

Yan Jianghe's eyelids twitched, fearing that Zhou Pingnan would criticize him endlessly, he quickly said, "I want to take him home after a while."

"Get it. I'll ask you to get it if you don't want it." Zhou Pingnan said, "Come here and I'll make sweet and sour pork ribs."

"Yeah." Yan Jianghe smiled, and wanted to give Zhou Pingnan a bite of apple to eat.

Zhou Pingnan didn't eat, so he stretched out his hand to slap him on the back, and grabbed the apple: "Hurry up and take the food out."

"Come on." Yan Jianghe was beaten up, with fish in his left hand and meat in his right, and bent over and walked out of the kitchen.