no way

That night, the two of them huddled back to back on a small pitch-black bed.I didn't eat dinner, I didn't change my clothes, I didn't wash my face.No one moved much.

Yan Jianghe was tired and had a headache in the middle of the night, and was a little confused for a while.But the quality of confusion is very poor, for example, he knew that Zhang Cong didn't sleep all night.

Indeed, Zhang Cong stared, like a panting machine.He had insomnia, but he didn't think about anything, and he couldn't even bring up any emotions.The nerves in his whole body were derailed, and the blood could not circulate at all.

When it was just dawn, Yan Jianghe stretched out his arm and patted Zhang Cong: "Hey, I'm hungry, let's get something to eat."

Zhang Cong didn't pause for a second.He sat up from the bed, put on his shoes and walked down the floor: "Yes."

Yan Jianghe had a place to turn over and lie flat.He looked at the ceiling with his eyes, and found a spider web in the corner of the wall. The big white around the spider web had a layer of skin, and it could hit the pillow when it fell.

It didn't take long for Zhang Cong to come out of the kitchen. He went to the bathroom to wash up, walked to the table and wiped himself with a paper towel.Yan Jianghe tilted his head, watched him pull up the coat tab, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"There is no electricity at home." Zhang Cong said, "I'm going out to buy something to eat."

Yan Jianghe sat up lazily, pointing to the scarf he put on the pillow: "Wear my scarf to go out, it's cold in the morning."

"Yeah." Zhang Cong picked up Yan Jianghe's scarf and put it around his neck twice, glanced at the door of Feng Lao's room, and then moved away.

Zhang Cong lowered his head and thrust his chin into Yan Jianghe's scarf.It is Yan Jianghe's scarf, which has the smell of Yan Jianghe.Zhang Cong sighed from his chest.

He ran there and drank a cold wind.When I came back, I brought not only food, but also a toothbrush.

Before entering the bathroom, Yan Jianghe instructed: "Don't drink hot water when you have a cold stomach, sit slowly."

"Okay." Zhang Cong handed him the toothbrush.

Yan Jianghe went to the bathroom to poke his mouth with a toothbrush, and poked himself with bleeding gums.

After breakfast, Yan Jianghe asked someone to come up to repair the circuit.Yan Jianghe thought that he wouldn't be able to live anyway, so he simply replaced two wires, which worked.

After the circuit was repaired, Yan Jianghe called for someone again, this time to move old Feng's body.He was going to make a scene for the old man at the funeral home.

When Mr. Feng's body was removed, Zhang Cong stood and watched the whole process.He couldn't hear the creaking sound when it was moved, but he seemed to be able to hear the "squeak" sound of the old tree branches outside being whipped in the wind.

So he looked out the window.The old tree branch is still strong.It can grow green in spring.

Zhang Cong never expected that Mr. Feng's funeral would be so grand.I don't know how much Yan Jianghe spent, but there are two rows of wreaths alone, of various colors and styles, arranged perfectly.

What made him even more headache was.Yan Jiang, who is so skinny and insane, couldn't figure out where to get two huge red pennants with gold letters, one on each side and one on the other side of Feng Lao's portrait.

On the left side is written "virtue and skill, rejuvenate hands", and on the right side is written "noble medical ethics, benevolent heart and skill".

This couldn't have been more appropriate.Who can hold a funeral like him?Must be a person to talk about.If it wasn't for the background setting, location restrictions, and the gray and white photos placed in the middle, I would have thought it was some joyful commendation conference.

Mr. Feng has never overcome the guilt in his heart in his whole life. He doesn't want any fame in his life, and he doesn't even care about going to the hospital's expert wall.After leaving, I naturally hope to be peaceful and quiet.

But Yan Jiang is not in a good position, he is a master of politeness, and his apprentice has done a disservice to reason, insisting on treating his own master's will as a dumb fart, so nondescript, extravagant and wasteful.

Zhang Cong was different from him, at least he had a conscience towards his grandfather, so he said, "Isn't the old man happy that you are making such a fuss?"

However, why didn't Yan Jiang take it seriously, and faced Feng Lao's coffin, and said brazenly: "If you are not happy, you will not be happy. If you have the ability, get up and beat me."

"..." Zhang Cong didn't speak.He couldn't take it anymore, and he wasn't going to continue to have shit with Yan Jianghe.He just knelt down towards the coffin and kowtowed three times to Mr. Feng.

When he got up, Yan Jianghe said again: "Do you know what posthumous affairs are? 'Future affairs' and 'future affairs' have nothing to do with him. It is our descendants' affairs."

It was the first time Zhang Cong heard such a one-size-fits-all literal interpretation.When Yan Jianghe talked about fallacies, he really had a plausible speech.

Yan Jianghe: "When he was alive, he was not willing to ask for honor. I respect his meaning, understand him, and love him even more. But he is not here now, he has gone to the sky, and the human affairs have nothing to do with him. Now I am the apprentice I really miss my master."

"This is a happy burial. I really can't do it. I miss him in that silent and mediocre way. That way I will be uncomfortable for the rest of my life. The ancestors are all gone, and the next generation can't suffer like this." Yan Jianghe's voice suppressed Coming down, he said seriously, "He will always be my most respected doctor."

Zhang Cong suddenly felt a shock in his chest.He began to imagine the majestic look of the old man in a white coat standing in front of him with a smile and a row of pennants behind him.Relying on Yan Jianghe's thoughts on Mr. Feng, this honor that Mr. Feng rejected all his life took shape in Zhang Cong's mind.

A person deeply respects and loves a career, no matter how much he has paid for it, what he has sacrificed, what he has gained, how many people he has sorry for, how much guilt and exhaustion he has.As long as he never casts aside and never falls, he will always be worthy of admiration.

Fame and fortune are meaningless, but no one can obliterate a spiritual inheritance.

That glory will be carried in the eyes of future generations, sprinkled into ashes, melted into a pile of loess, covered the corpse, and achieved eternity.

There are not many people who come to worship, and they are basically people from the hospital.Yan Jianghe still has a bit of conscience, and he didn't spread it all over the sky with great fanfare.Zhang Cong knelt in front, and when others came to kowtow, he would go home.His legs were numb.Yan Jianghe suddenly took out a particularly soft cushion and used it for him.Zhang Cong recognized that this was the pillow on the back seat of Yan Jianghe's car.

Once the fire was over, Mr. Feng was buried on the mountain.with his family.Yan Jianghe specially threw two bags of black sesame Yuanxiao to the teacher's wife's grave nearby.

He tapped his fingers on the soil of Old Feng's grave again: "Master, let's go."

There was no one there when he was buried.Only a few seniors from the hospital followed, and Yan Tao.

After the group went down the mountain, Yan Tao suddenly pulled Yan Jianghe aside: "Jiang He, take Zhang Cong home for dinner later, your mother made a table of delicious food."

Yan Jianghe paused, then turned to look at Zhang Cong. Zhang Cong was standing beside his car, looking up the mountain.

Yan Jianghe sighed: "All right, I'll take him back."

"Well. Then I'll go with my colleague's car first. Your mother told me to go to the vegetable market to buy fresh pork ribs, so I can take them home and cook for her." Yan Tao looked at the staff who were in charge of carrying the coffin over there. , "Go straight home after you're done."

"Well, that's fine. I also have something I want to tell Zhang Cong. Dad, you go first." Yan Jianghe pondered that Zhou Pingnan would definitely make sweet and sour pork ribs.

After Yan Tao left, Yan Jianghe went to mess around for a while, greeting all parties.After everything was dealt with, he took a deep breath.The past two days were really driving him crazy.

Yan Jianghe walked to the car, opened the door, and said to Zhang Cong, "Get in the car."

Zhang Cong glanced at him, opened the door and got into the car.

The two were sitting in the car, why didn't Yan Jiang drive in a hurry first.The stupid cart in front that was used to carry the coffin drove out with a whimper, leaving behind a mess of smoke.

Yan Jianghe put his hand on the steering wheel, thought for a long time but still didn't type out the opening script, and finally could only turn his head to look at Zhang Cong, and said without warning: "My mother asked you to go home for dinner."

"...What?" Zhang Cong should have been stunned by the air conditioner in the car.He understood this simple sentence, but he couldn't understand what it meant.

It was rare for Yan Jianghe to be so patient, and repeated the kindergarten sentence: "My mother told you to go home for dinner."

"..." Zhang Cong was completely stunned.

Who told him what to do?

Yan Jianghe clicked his tongue: "Do you understand? If you don't understand, I can say it again."

Zhang Congweng said angrily, "Understood."

"Well. Then follow me." Yan Jianghe said.

Zhang Cong leaned his head lightly against the car window, but did not respond.He stared at Yan Jianghe, unable to taste what it was like.There was dead and rotten black acid water, which rolled into the clear source, bubbling and bubbling, splashing him all over.

Then Yan Jianghe came to treat him again.Zhang Cong watched the man take out a key from his pocket.There is no string, it is a single piece.

Yan Jianghe waved the key in front of Zhang Cong's eyes: "Zhang Cong, this is my house key."

Yan Jianghe didn't make his words too obvious.Zhang Cong definitely understood what he meant.

The corner of Yan Jianghe's mouth twitched into a smile, and added conditions to toss Zhang Cong: "You will call me brother in the future, and I will give you this key."

He is really the only one who can talk about "inviting others to live in his home" as a pretentious and vexatious...

Yan Jianghe gave Zhang Cong the choice and gave him excuses.Zhang Cong doesn't need to be burdened, after all, what he said can be understood in reverse - if you don't want to call this brother, you don't need the key.

Zhang Cong, the bastard, walked on the tip of a knife, and was forced to make a bloody mess.Only by jumping off on tiptoe by himself can he really step on the ground.The ground under his feet would come alive, would be warm, would grow with life.

Zhang Cong kept his posture and did not say a word.He was frightened by Yan Jianghe.

Zhang Cong knew that Mr. Feng was gone, so why would Yan Jiang care about him.But he didn't expect how Yan Jiang could do this.

What about himself?

He actually wanted it.How much he wanted to get close to Yan Jianghe, he didn't even dare to think about it.Even with that bastard thought about this person, as long as he thinks about it, he will hook and pull the thread, and it is very easy to make an inch of it.

Zhang Cong didn't look at Yan Jianghe again.But he knows that Yan Jianghe has committed crimes against professional households, and he always forces himself to make an inch of it.

Zhang Cong gritted his teeth and frowned slightly.He clenched his fist, wanting to punch himself in the chest and break his heart.

Yan Jianghe could only put the key back in his pocket and let Zhang Cong take it easy.He curled his lips, and deliberately said in a strange way: "We have known each other for so long, but you have never called me brother."

"Things without a conscience." He took the "key" thing as an excuse to vent his anger, and cursed in particular dissatisfaction, "You little white-eyed wolf who is not familiar with it."

"..." Zhang Cong naturally had no way to defend himself, and was unable to reply.

After Yan Jianghe finished cursing, he kicked the accelerator and finally drove the car out.

Zhang Cong's lips parted slightly, and his lower lip was dry enough.He took a deep breath, stuck in his throat, unable to vomit.

He rested his mind and whispered cautiously: "Yan Jianghe, if you regret it in the future, what should you do?"