no way

After eating, the two of them were not in a hurry to leave, nor could they.Yan Laicai and Ning Hang Hang were two masters, they circled around Yan Jianghe, while Zhang Cong was dragged to the sofa by Zhou Pingnan and painstakingly stuffed fruit, causing his head to weigh heavily.

When they finally came out of the house, most of the afternoon passed.

Yan Jianghe has never been procrastinating in his work. Since Zhang Cong has already taken his keys, he must hurry home with him.Yan Jianghe was no longer happy for Zhang Cong to wander in the dilapidated house on Xindong Street.

Zhang Cong lived in his own house for the past two days when Mr. Feng was doing the funeral. Yan Jianghe looked at him with grimaces, always wondering what this bastard could think about in his den alone.

But things still have to be taken.Although Zhang Cong didn't have much.

Yan Jianghe was standing at the door right now, and Zhang Cong came out of the house, carrying a schoolbag, a big bag in his hand, and a cigarette in his mouth.

When Zhang Cong turned to close the door, Yan Jianghe glanced at it. The bag was not full and there were only a few clothes in it.This "home" is really depressed.

"Is everything packed?" Yan Jianghe asked.

"Hmm." Zhang Cong glanced at Yan Jianghe, then subconsciously turned to the door of Feng's old house.There were several boxes of Chinese cabbage in that place.But now it's gone.He didn't remember how the cabbage was handled, probably by Yan Jianghe.There is really no trace of old Feng here anymore.

But there is a Chinese cabbage in the sketchbook in Zhang Cong's bag.

Therefore, once the voice and smile of a "person" turns into ashes, the tangible signs of living in the world will disappear, and the only thing that is truly immortal is the thoughts in other people's hearts.This so-called "remembrance" is the difference between "people" and "things".

Zhang Cong's eyes were quite dark, but Yan Jiang He Quan pretended not to see them.He patted Zhang Cong's arm: "Let's go."

After Yan Jianghe finished speaking, he went downstairs first, and Zhang Cong followed him down without looking back.

This place, so far, is broken.He will not come back.

Zhang Cong held the cigarette between his fingers and shook off the off-white ash. The cigarette butt burned scarlet, and dry mist floated out, spreading the smell of nicotine.

Yan Jianghe naturally also smelled it.Zhang Cong actually smokes a lot.Especially in these two days, it is estimated that at least three or four boxes will be taken out.

Yan Jianghe sighed inwardly, and said casually: "I've been wanting to tell you that you are here, so don't smoke a little when you are young, this crap is not good for your health."

He has enough face.Yanjiang Hefang also smoked Zhang Cong when he was so old, and he quit after he entered the doctor's office. After a few years, the doctor pretended that something was wrong with him, and told the patients not to count. This time, Yang Zi trained Zhang Cong again.

Zhang Cong paused, the cigarette just stuck to his lips, but then parted again.He didn't say anything.He just let out an "oh", then threw the cigarette butt to the ground and stamped it out with his toe.

He recalled it in his head, it seemed that Yan Jianghe didn't like his smoking very much.It seems so.

Putting his hands in his pockets, Zhang Cong slowly fumbled for the cigarette case. He fumbled about the square paper shell, and was stabbed in the belly of his finger alternately by the eight sharp corners.

When they reached the first floor, Zhang Cong slowed down.

He looked at the back of Yan Jianghe in front of him, his gaze became more and more serious, and finally he closed his eyes, too lazy to sigh.Pushing Zhang Cong's fingers out, the cigarette case fell out of his pocket and fell to the ground.Zhang Cong gently kicked it to the corner again.

Sure enough, there was nothing he could do about Yan Jianghe.He didn't know how he became so obedient, even if this person frowned, he would search for it.Like a fart dog leg.

Some things are really inexplicable and unclear.For example, the little thoughts of the top-notch are simply rogues on the shelf, acting recklessly and unreasonably.

"What are you doing? Hurry up." When Yan Jianghe realized that Zhang Cong hadn't followed, he turned his head and shouted at him, full of impatience.

"...here we come." Zhang Cong took two quick steps and got into the car with Yan Jianghe.

Zhang Cong, Yan Jianghe's home, visited once before.At that time, he was so ill that he was lying here and there, and it was Yan Jianghe who helped him in.But now that Zhang Cong held the key in his hand, he was able to open the door himself.

"Go and open the door." Yan Jianghe stood by the door and called Zhang Cong, "See if the new key works."

Zhang Cong stepped forward and poked the key in, without any emotional ups and downs.But when the door lock slammed "click", he suddenly felt his heart flutter.Heartbeat started to jump wildly high.

He could hear in his bones the crackling sound of something breaking through the cold and deep permafrost and starting to resurface.There is a kind of power growing from his heart, majestic and turbulent, capable of uprooting the soul and shaking it to the sky and the earth.

——Zhang Cong really got close to Yan Jianghe.

Zhang Cong breathed lightly, pushed open the door and stepped in.

He put the things at the door, spread his gaze to the living room, and saw Yan Meitong's cat nest of the pussy princess again.Still so unbelievable.

Zhang Cong suddenly felt like laughing.

"It's still warm at home." Yan Jianghe entered the house, closed the door, changed the slippers by himself, and brought out another pair for Zhang Cong. This was a new pair.

Zhang Cong squatted down to change his shoes.When he put on his shoes and was about to get up, he heard a cat meowing from under the table not far away.This movement "meow" is so loud that it can spin out [-] whirls.

This must be Yan Meitong calling.Has the cat grown up?Fat or not?If Yan Jianghe raised him, he would definitely gain weight.

Then Yan Jianghe's voice came over: "Get out, don't pull me, go and beat Zhang Cong."

Zhang Cong: "..."

Yan Meitong has always succumbed to Yan Jianghe, and she really came out obediently.Zhang Cong first saw the writhing cat's hooves.The little animal lowered its head, climbed out a few steps to make a pose, bounced lightly and gracefully, without any movement.

Shaking it to see its size, it is bigger than before, and it is indeed fatter.And white fur, longer and thicker.

Zhang Cong was about to stand up from the ground, but Yan Meitong suddenly raised his cat's chin, and he couldn't stand up again immediately.

Yan Meitong should have been blind.But now it's not a pair of slits on its white-haired face.

Zhang Congyang was stunned on the spot, motionless.Then Yan Meitong came up to him, pretending to be a eunuch.Zhang Cong's hands drooped at his knees, and it arched his head from the palm to the back of the hand, and then from the back of the hand back to the palm.

When Yan Meitong stretched out his tongue to lick it, Zhang Cong suddenly grabbed its kitty face.He stared at it, in utter disbelief.

Yan Meitong's eyes opened.And not only opened it, but it was actually a pair of mandarin duck eyes.

It has a pair of different pupils that are clean and distinct.The left eye is a clear and icy blue, and the right eye is a translucent yellow-green.

Yan Meitong stretched out her pink tongue and licked Zhang Cong's fingers.

Yan Jianghe held a cup of steaming water in his hand and drank it slowly.He walked towards Zhang Cong, glanced at the people and animals on the ground, and said with a smile: "Its eyes can be opened before the New Year. I forgot to tell you. It just so happens that you can see it yourself."

Zhang Cong pursed his lips and let go of Yan Meitong's face.And Yan Meitong didn't stop, it let out a voice, stretched its claws when Zhang Cong stood up, jumped high, and grabbed Zhang Cong's chest directly.

"..." Zhang Cong had no choice but to straighten up and hug this beast in his arms.

He met Yan Meitong's eyes again, and was suddenly shaken, always felt that the pair of tricks on the opposite side looked unreal.

"Does it look good?" Yan Jianghe asked suddenly.

Zhang Cong turned his gaze to Yan Jianghe's face: "It looks good."

Yan Jianghe bent his eyes and smiled. He stretched out his index finger and pointed at Yan Meitong's head, and leaned over to provoke Zhang Cong: "Then I'll name it Yan Meitong, right?"

Zhang Cong said at the time that he was sick when he named the blind man Yan Meitong.Yan Jianghe is still remembering the old account, and is deliberately messing with Zhang Cong.

Zhang Cong lost his mind for a moment.He stared at the arc of Yan Jianghe's eyes and dared not blink, and replied, "Yes."

Yes——Yan Jianghe is always capable, and he goes deeper and deeper into his heart.

Seeing that Zhang Cong admitted he had slapped his face, Yan Jianghe laughed happily.He took Yan Meitong from Zhang Cong's arms, and pushed Zhang Cong: "That room belongs to you."

Yan Jianghe pointed out a direction: "That room used to be a study room, it's a bit small, so let's live in it."

Zhang Cong took his things and went into the house, not understanding what a "study" was at all.

Generally speaking, the study has bookshelves, desks and so on.But this is not under Zhang Cong's nose.It is not a typical "study." Even Zhang Cong couldn't imagine what it was like as a "study".

The room is not too big or small, and there is a bed in it.The bed was fitted with a mattress and new sheets, even pillows and a thick quilt.Next to the bed is a single writing desk, opposite the desk is a wardrobe, and there is a dark blue lazy sofa by the window.

This is obviously a simple and comfortable bedroom.

Zhang Cong walked to the bed and patted the pillow on the bed with his hand. It was so soft that his palm softened.

He lowered his head and got closer, and could smell the laundry detergent on the quilt cover, as well as the smell of drying in the sun.

Yan Jianghe packed up this room in advance and gave it to him.Before Yan Jiang He Xiong called him "Brother", he had already packed it.

Zhang Cong's mind was empty for a while before he started to take out his things.He opened the closet to hang clothes in it, and immediately got stuck without any future.

There were already several clothes hanging in the cabinet, all of which were new and in season.Zhang Cong touched one by one, and found that there were two sets of home clothes.

His eyes were pitch black, and his heart sank somewhere where he could not see the sun.

How far does Yan Jianghe have to commit crimes before he is willing to give up?Zhang Cong thought: "How good is Yanjiang? He wants to occupy with such an impure purpose, isn't he devoid of conscience?"

But so what if you lose your conscience?He has never been aboveboard since he was born.A person has to see himself clearly—he would rather not be rewarded, but also want it.

As soon as Zhang Cong packed up, the perpetrator shouted outside again: "Zhang Cong, come out."

Zhang Cong took a deep breath and suppressed some unsightly thoughts in his heart.Then he walked out of the house and met Yan Jianghe, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and he said, "Brother, what's wrong?"

Yan Jianghe blinked, as if being shouted by Zhang Cong was very helpful.He smiled and said in a good mood: "Can we get some noodles for dinner?"

It is normal for Yan Jiang not to be a human being.After being coaxed home with great difficulty, Zhang Cong was ordered to cook and feed his stomach as soon as he entered the door before the soles of his feet were hot.

It's him, totally fine.That's why Zhang Cong can bear it.

Zhang Cong nodded, "Yes".He lowered his eyes into the kitchen.He realized one thing - he called Yan Jianghe "Brother", and he seemed to please the other party.

Zhang Cong connected a pot of water and put the pot on the stove.He watched the water boil and sprinkled a pinch of dried noodles.At this time, Yan Jianghe stretched out his head again: "I want another poached egg and sausage."

"Okay." Zhang Cong picked up two more eggs from the refrigerator and beat them in.He turned his head to see that Yan Jianghe was looking at him with Yan Meitong on his shoulders.

"Hey, by the way, wait a minute." Yan Jianghe squeezed into the kitchen as he spoke, and rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find a... red plaid apron.

Zhang Cong: "..."

Yan Jianghe: "I ordered it from my mother, come on, put it on."

He said before that he wanted to get an apron for Zhang Cong, and he really got one.Yan Jianghe's playfulness and aesthetics sometimes make people dumbfounded.

Zhang Cong looked at the apron silently, changed the stove to a small fire, took it over, and put it on himself.

Yan Jianghe was stunned for a moment, he thought Zhang Cong would not agree.But the next second he was smiling.It's so much fun for a bastard like Zhang Cong to behave himself.

So what Zhang Cong thought was right.Yan Jianghe would be happy if he could stroke him along his hair.

Yan Jianghe looked Zhang Cong's current face up and down, and felt that the expressionless white face on the opposite side was very pleasing to the eye.

He pushed his nose to his face, and the abductee got bigger and bigger. He caught a glimpse of a big pocket in front of the apron, and immediately became nervous. He actually pulled off the Yanmei pupil on his shoulder and stuffed it in.

Zhang Cong immediately felt his body sinking, Yan Meitong couldn't hold his head, his butt was curled up, his tail was stretched out, and he was looking up at Zhang Cong's face meowing.

Zhang Cong: "..."

Yan Jianghe laughed out loud, scanned his "masterpiece" again, and finally rolled out of the kitchen satisfied.

Zhang Cong picked up a sausage and cut it up, put it in the pot, and looked down at Yan Meitong, who was rubbing his nose with his claws.

Those mandarin duck eyes are really pretty.

Zhang Cong changed the stove to medium heat, stretched out his hand and rubbed Yan Meitong's head, his black eyelashes blocked the expression in his eyes, and smiled slightly with the corners of his lips drawn up.

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Although the white cat with mandarin duck eyes is very beautiful.But there is a good chance of hearing loss on the blue eye side.These little babies need our more careful care. (Let gurgling raise it, brother Yan, please abandon it, thank you.)