no way

When Zhang Cong came out of the barber shop, he stood at the bus stop and waited for the bus. He tore off the band-aid on the top of his eyebrows and threw it into the trash can. Without his long bangs, his vision became clearer.

So, his pair of clear sights began to observe the six ways carefully. ——The man in the overcoat, Zhang Cong has been following him since he searched his wallet for his bus card.He was so sharp-eyed that he saw a stack of big red tickets in the man's wallet.

The car came, and the man got into the car. Zhang Cong followed behind him with his head down, took out a banknote and a coin from his pocket, and put in two dollars.

Probably thanks to the snow, there were so many people in the bus, Zhang Cong squeezed for a long time, stepped on three feet unceremoniously in the middle, and finally squeezed behind the man.

The man turned sideways to him.Zhang Cong clenched his cold hands into a fist, then stretched out his slender fingers, and without anyone noticing, he slowly reached into the man's coat pocket - he could see clearly that the man's wallet was on the left pocket.

The bus suddenly slammed to the brakes, and Zhang Cong swayed violently, almost knocking his nose on the handrail. There was a commotion in the surroundings immediately, and small and broken sounds rang out.

good chance.Zhang Cong took a deep breath, and was about to put his hand into the man's pocket, but someone grabbed his wrist suddenly!

The strength was not particularly strong, but at this moment Zhang Cong's scalp tingled, and a strong nausea rolled from his stomach, his Adam's apple rolled, and his eye sockets turned red, so he couldn't spit it out at that time.

Zhang Cong frowned and looked down, his wrist was tightly clasped. It was a man's hand with well-defined joints, calm and powerful, and the palm was warm.

The hand exerted all its strength and pulled Zhang Cong over!The car was crowded, and Zhang Cong was already disgusted, but when he was pulled in such a way, his eyes exploded into golden light, and he bumped his head on a girl next to him.

"Hey!" The girl was in her early twenties, and she was terrified of being hit on the back of the head by Zhang Cong.

"sorry."

Zhang Cong was dragged to the man's side in a daze, and he heard the man who was holding on to his "criminal evidence" speak in a deep and familiar voice: "I'm sorry, this is my brother."

"..." Zhang Cong looked up, the profile of his face was too familiar.He is like having explosives in his belly at this moment, and his internal organs will explode into bloody blood in the next second. He thought to himself, "Fuck your mother's brother."

That girl should be very talkative, or Yan Jianghe's attitude is really good, and she has a very decent face, the apology can be squeezed and squeezed, and the gentleness can flow out wrapped in heat.

The radio began to announce the station, and the car stopped.Although this was not the stop that Yan Jianghe wanted to get off at, the man in the coat that Zhang Cong hadn't stolen was looking this way.

Yan Jianghe glanced at Zhang Cong, then dragged him out of the car: "Come down with me."

"..." Zhang Cong closed his eyes and let Yan Jianghe drag him out of the car without any resistance.In other words, he didn't have the strength to resist at all. It wasn't until he got out of the car that the cold air flooded his entire respiratory tract, and Zhang Cong suddenly turned his head to the side and coughed.

Probably due to a cracked lung, he took a breath and finally recovered.

Zhang Cong's complexion was very bad, and he stared at Yan Jianghe opposite him with displeasure: "Are you sick?"

The two confronted each other on the curb.

Isn't Yan Jiang a nosy person, he is far away from the chivalrous and courageous when he sees injustice, he probably belongs to eight poles and can't beat a fart.

The reason why he dragged Zhang Cong out of the car was mainly because he knew Zhang Cong and sent him home. Anyway, it was not friendship but fate.Not to mention that this bastard smashed a lollipop on his pants/crotch.

Yan Jianghe carefully looked at the young man in front of him.The outfit of the frozen ghost lacking strings has not changed, and the day is bright, so he is indeed a good-looking man.Broad shoulders and straight back, it's just not a joke.

"Kill Matt" was changed to "reform-through-labour prisoner", and Yan Jianghe felt that it was much more pleasing to the eye.It is very difficult for ordinary boys to look good with a flat head, but it is different for a man with a strong face.The face on the opposite side has a particularly prominent skeleton. It looks very neat, and he is a very ruthless "re-education prisoner".

Yan Jianghe smiled, stretched out his hand to symbolically touch his forehead, and responded, "I'm not sick, my body temperature is normal."

"..." Zhang Cong opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't catch up.Apart from wanting to beat him, I just wanted to beat him.

Yan Jianghe narrowed his eyes, and saw a small patch on Zhang Cong's eyebrows that was extremely white and tender, and it was still slightly red. It seemed that the wound had grown back not long ago.

"Hey, don't stick to the side of the road, come here." Yan Jianghe pulled him back.

The two were standing under a big tree.Zhang Cong let out a breath, and took out a cigarette from his pocket to light it, but Yan Jianghe snatched it and broke it.

Yan Jianghe took two steps, threw the broken cigarette into the trash can by the side of the road, and then walked back.Zhang Cong didn't speak the whole time, just stared at him, and at the same time squeezed his knuckles.

"Don't keep pinching. If you pinch your joints, your joints will get bigger and your hands won't look good." Yan Jianghe said, tidying up the collar of his coat.

Zhang Cong's hand paused for a moment, and he stopped pinching it. His face was expressionless, and he stared at Yan Jianghe's eyes without blinking.

"You can't smoke when talking to brother, it's impolite." Yan Jianghe said again.

"Sick." Zhang Cong made a diagnosis.

Zhang Cong: "What's the matter, sir, do you want to take me to the police station to surrender?"

Yan Jianghe was delighted when he heard it: "You are honest."

I don't know which word stuck to Zhang Cong, he immediately frowned, and the nausea in his stomach couldn't hold it back.

"Don't make that expression." Yan Jianghe pondered for a moment, and the smile faded from the corner of his mouth.

That is to say, Zhang Cong's face is "disgusting" with his bright eyes. He thinks that the child can really shine after taking some medicine, so he made a few more crooked sentences: "Stealing money and being honest are not completely contradictory. Behavior It may not be able to fully express the spiritual character."

"Go to you..." After scolding halfway, Zhang Cong remembered Yan Jianghe's sentence "None of my mother's business", so he swallowed "Mom" back.

Zhang Cong: "...of."

"Hey." Yan Jianghe wiped his mouth and almost didn't laugh out loud.

Zhang Cong: "If you have the ability, you handcuff me and go to prison."

"Don't make me cough." Yan Jianghe's face turned cold, "Believe it or not, I will drag you to check the surveillance?"

"Check it out." Zhang Cong snorted, with a nonchalant manner, "But is the attempted theft by a minor a crime?"

"Minor?" Yan Jianghe looked at Zhang Cong from the bottom up, just like this, even if he was a minor, he was almost an adult.

He asked again: "Where's your mother? Let you steal money from the street?"

Zhang Cong rolled his eyes without hesitation: "The relationship between mother and child has been severed."

"...Where's your dad?"

"Severed the relationship between father and son."

"..." The corner of Yan Jianghe's mouth twitched, "Little bastard, is it over yet? Live in a high-end residential area and come out to steal money? Do you still want to sever ties?"

Yan Jianghe raised his leg and kicked him, and found the answer in his heart: "Have you had a fight with your parents? Don't you have enough pocket money? Steal money so you can play monkeys in Azure?"

"Master." Zhang Cong took out a lollipop from his pocket this time, tore it open and ate it, "What's your name?"

"Looking at his face, his surname is Xian," Zhang Cong said.

Yan Jianghe got angry when he saw the lollipop in his hand. He smiled on the skin and said, "My surname is Yan."

"And." Yan Jianghe pointed to himself, "It's not the uncle, it's brother, your brother Yan, brother Yan."

"..." Zhang Cong nodded, and crushed the sugar ball with his back molars.He suddenly took a step forward and kicked Yan Jianghe's calf!

"Damn!" Yan Jianghe was kicked until his calves became numb, "Little bastard!"

Zhang Cong ran away, and Yan Jianghe immediately wanted to chase after him, when suddenly there were a few shouts from the street.

"Why did this old lady collapse all of a sudden?"

"I didn't hit it, I didn't hit it!"

"Do you dare to help? It's not about touching porcelain!"

"Hey, don't touch her yet! See if she has a heart attack like that? My God, otherwise call 120."

"..." Yan Jianghe looked at the back of the fleeing figure in front of him, and felt that his nasal cavity was about to breathe fire.

He clicked his tongue, frowned, and quickly turned around and ran towards the street, not having time to pat the dirt on his pants kicked by Zhang Cong.

"Get out of the way, I am a doctor in the Department of Thoracic Surgery." Yan Jianghe pushed the crowd to squeeze in, glanced at the old lady on the ground, "Call 120."

After speaking, he squatted down and slowly turned the old lady over so that she lay flat on her back.

Zhang Cong ran like a scooter all the way, and the candy stick in his mouth disappeared at some point.The cool wind filled his stomach.When I stopped, I realized that I ran all the way back home downstairs.

Zhang Cong really doesn't live in a high-end community. The place where he lives is not even a "community". It's just a pile of buildings with a small row of small doors in between. No brick or tar was repaired.

He grabbed the iron guardrail of the family on the first floor with both hands, and knelt on the ground almost bald.There were still some red marks on the guardrail, and he could even smell a rusty smell from the tip of his nose.

Zhang Cong was out of breath, his chest heaved violently, and there was a throbbing pain in his stomach.Zhang Cong frowned, staggered and walked forward while covering his stomach, but one of his left and right feet was uncoordinated, and he stumbled into the edge of the doorway next to him. The posture was so wonderful, like an old lady with stinky feet bound.

Zhang Cong fell hard, and he got up halfway while supporting the ground with his hands, then fell down again.This time, he finally vomited it out.

He probably vomited up the big bowl of beef noodles that Tang Fuxing invited.

He vomited out his stomach, turned over abruptly, and lay on the ground on his back for a while.

Zhang Cong didn't get up until his breathing gradually calmed down, and the cold air he breathed in supported his stomach bag again.He patted his body and looked down at the vomit beside him.

"This is too embarrassing." Zhang Cong thought.He circled around, picked up a handful of snow-covered soil from the relatively clean piece of land at the corner of the small wall, and threw it back, covering the ground he vomited on.

Secretly, but still embarrassed.

"Meow."

There was a soft cat meow at my feet.

Zhang Cong patted the dirt on his hands and looked down. There was a cat about the size of a palm curled up at his feet.

The cat should be white, but now it is gray.I don't know where the decay thing came from, a skinny bastard who is so skinny that he hasn't frozen to death, he can be regarded as damn tenacious.

Zhang Cong somehow squatted down/body, hooked its head with his finger, and always felt that if his finger was too hard, the little thing's head would fall off with a click.

The cat is blind.Both eyes are closed, and it is not known whether he was blind from birth or acquired blindness.

"..." Zhang Cong stood up, hesitated for a moment, then turned and went to the convenience store not far away.

He wandered around the convenience store for a long time, and finally picked out a box of yogurt from the freezer.Fangfangzheng is a very small box, two yuan and five.quite expensive.

Zhang Cong went back with the small box of yogurt in his palm. The kitten didn't know if it was a prophet, but it really stayed where it was, without making a move.

Zhang Cong walked over, squatted down, tore open the yogurt, and stretched it under the cat's head expressionlessly. Perhaps it was too cold, and he couldn't express any expression on his face: "Drink it."

The kitten really deserves to be a blind man. Zhang Cong's hand slapped it, and it got its head in the yogurt box.This time, my face was covered with milk.

The little thing immediately screamed and licked the milk with his small white tongue.

"...fuck." Zhang Cong casually threw away the remaining half box of yogurt, "Fuck you, you're blind."

With a face full of yoghurt and screaming at the top of his voice, the little boy was dizzy and hit Zhang Cong's trouser leg with his head, so his trouser leg was also stained with a sticky milky white.

"Blind and stupid!" Zhang Cong pointed at it and cursed again.

He frowned, lifted the corner of his black clothes, pinched the little beast's neck, and wiped its face very rudely, probably trying to turn its head away.

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