no way

While Zhang Cong was cooking in the kitchen, Yan Jianghe's feet were itchy, so he didn't bother to inform Zhang Cong, and just wandered into his house with a few steps.

"Zhang Cong's house" - this description alone made Yan Jianghe feel more at ease.He would feel more at ease when he could come in and take a look again.

The big bag that Zhang Cong had brought before was now left by the door, completely empty inside.Yan Jianghe went to check the closet, and saw that the closet was neatly arranged.

He remembered Zhang Cong's "brother" just now, couldn't help laughing, and closed the wardrobe without a trace.Just as he was about to turn his head to go out, Yan Jianghe caught sight of the computer on the table—the computer bought by Mr. Feng.

Next to the computer are Zhang Cong's sketchbook and a black... board?

Yan Jianghe took a closer look, and it was indeed a board.But it's not the normal kind, it's electronics.There is also a plug and a pen on one side.Yan Jianghe pondered for a while, and decided that this thing was for painting.This is indeed the tablet that Tang Fuxing gave Zhang Cong earlier.

Yan Jianghe looked at Zhang Cong's sketchbook again at this time, and his heart was inevitably touched.Before he bullied Zhang Cong until he was sick and confused, he had already peeked at it swaggeringly.It is difficult to expect Yan Jianghe to "correct when he knows his mistakes".Especially in the face of Zhang Cong's sketchbook, he can at best "do nothing wrong."

So, Yan Jianghe opened the notebook again.

Zhang Cong didn't draw any more, just one more painting.Yan Jianghe stared at the red rose for a long while, then turned the page, and saw the one with more.

It's Mr. Feng.A full-face bust.Elder Feng, who was wearing a white coat, was smiling.Zhang Cong drew the old man who was not sick, and was fatter than when he left.

Yan Jianghe stared at the face on the screen, and found that Zhang Cong's painting was a real one.He stared for a long time, his eye sockets were a little sore, he could only move his eyelids to blink.

Yan Jianghe closed the sketchbook, and subconsciously relaxed his movements when he put it down again.

He doesn't know art.But from the perspective of a layman, Zhang Cong's paintings are very good.I can't say how professional it is, the whole picture looks very comfortable.Not only does he grasp the shape accurately, but he is also patient.Even the folds on the collar of the white coat are rendered particularly delicate by him in off-white.

Yan Jianghe realized more clearly that he admired Zhang Cong's talent and wanted to protect Zhang Cong's innate aura.

Yan Jianghe walked out of the house, and as soon as he took Yan Meitong around in the living room, Zhang Cong had already placed two bowls of noodles on the dining table.

"Done?" Yan Jianghe poked Yan Meitong's cat's ass with his toes, bumping the gadget, and the cat's mouth almost kissed the floor.

"Yeah." Zhang Cong looked at Yan Meitong's bewildered cat face, and then stared at its beautiful pair of different pupils for two seconds.

"Then eat quickly." Yan Jianghe said, and went to wash his hands.He is poor and careless, and he doesn't wipe his hands when he comes back, just picks up the chopsticks with wetness, picks a few noodles and puts them in his mouth.

Yan Jianghe's wrists moved flexibly, his fingers were slender and strong, and he held the chopsticks firmly, with shallow water dripping around the hollows of his joints.

Zhang Cong narrowed his eyes, and took out two paper towels from one side and handed them over. Yan Jianghe had no choice but to put down his chopsticks and wipe his paws dry.

Zhang Cong's heart was heavy and heavy, he knew that sooner or later it would not be a problem.Yan Jianghe had no defense against him, but he was full of ghosts.He calls out "Brother" now, why is he so close to Yan Jiang...

Zhang Cong lowered his eyes, not knowing what to do.With his bastard mind, he has always killed his ancestors every time he meets them, and ghosts and gods will not suffer.But suddenly trekking through mountains and rivers, he was caught in a dilemma.When did he know how to "care about gains and losses"?Make it look like he "got" something.

After all, there are too many things Zhang Cong doesn't know.He didn't know Yan Jianghe well enough, not to mention presumptuousness, even playing drums in temptation.He doesn't know himself well enough—how could he be crazy?

Zhang Cong was having a guilty conscience, and Yan Jianghe on the opposite side suddenly said, "Hey, let me ask you, do you know how to draw and learn from videos?"

"Huh?" Zhang Cong was taken aback, and slowly ate the noodles with his chopsticks, "Well, yes. Follow the video."

Yan Jianghe nodded, and sighed sincerely: "It's really amazing."

That's amazing.If it were him, not to mention the video, whether he could sit still would have to be considered separately.

Zhang Cong pursed his lips and stuffed three pieces of sausage into his mouth.He always felt that something should be blocked and pressed.

"Go and learn to draw." Yan Jianghe said again, "Sign up for a class, go to the studio, and study hard."

"What?" Zhang Cong paused, put down his chopsticks, and had to look directly at Yan Jianghe.His teeth were out of order and the sausage couldn't be chewed.

"It just so happens that school hasn't started yet, so you go to study first. When school starts, go on weekends. I'll find you a good teacher." Yan Jianghe smiled at him, and asked quite seriously, "Do you like it? Painting."

Zhang Cong didn't chew anymore, he swallowed the sausage whole, choked in his throat, felt a gust of wind squeezed through the crack in his throat, and his Adam's apple trembled.He looked at Yan Jianghe, and at the same time when he spoke, his selfishness was rampant, making him want to lift the table between them: "I like it."

What about after the table is lifted?Zhang Cong asked himself: "Why do you want to be crazy?"

He didn't know when he started staring at Yan Jianghe, staring at him fascinatedly, from far to near, and kept staring.

"If you like it, go learn it." Yan Jianghe continued to eat noodles, "Maybe you can get admitted to Tsinghua Academy of Fine Arts in the future, and the kid has unlimited possibilities."

Zhang Cong didn't speak, what else did he say? "Thank you", "Okay", or "Brother" again.Will not work.

When young, there are barren lands to open up and cut down. Once the vitality is full, it will only pass through the clouds to block out the sun, and it will prosper.The gloomy and absurd city was overwhelmed, and was defeated by the life force.The only thing that is so frightening is that if you open your mouth, the secret will be revealed, and the world will collapse.

So, he might as well shut up.

When Zhang Cong went back to his room at night, he stared at the sketchbook on his desk for a long time.He stood still and touched the cover of the sketchbook lightly with his fingers.

Zhang Cong knew that Yan Jianghe had come in and flipped through his notebook.This is different from what he put on himself.He is placed on the back, and Yan Jianghe is placed on the front.

What is this man like?He's gentle enough to be frightening, yet really careless.Especially sneaky what to do, it is so easy to be manipulated.

Zhang Cong sat down on the stool, looked down at the schoolbag at his feet, and took out another sketchbook from the innermost zipper compartment.

This sketchbook is one size smaller than the one on the desk.There are a few fragmentary paintings inside, all of which are Yan Jianghe.

Yan Jianghe's profile, Yan Jianghe's eyes, Yan Jianghe's smiling mouth, Yan Jianghe's back... Zhang Cong turned to a new page, took out a pencil, and began to draw Yan Jianghe's hand.

As Yan Jianghe said, he sent Zhang Cong the address of the studio the next day, saying that he had already contacted him, and asked Zhang Cong to learn by himself.

He didn't have much time to deal with it.Because of dealing with Mr. Feng's affairs, Yan Jianghe asked for a few days off, and when he returned to the hospital, he was too busy.

Fortunately, there is Zhang Cong at home.Yan Jianghe believes that Zhang Cong, a little turtle, is not only fun to behave, but also useful.

Mainly manifested in the fact that he has never had a little fun at home.After a week, there is warm water when you wake up in the morning, breakfast before you go out, and supper after work at night... everything is silent and natural.Yan Jiang He Lianyan Meitong's cat food and cat litter, and even the toilet paper and plastic bags at home don't matter.Apart from being a doctor, he doesn't do anything else. He is a master when he leaves the hospital.

The days are swaying lightly, and when the Lantern Festival is over, the taste of the year will be completely gone.

Tang Fuxing squatted under the dilapidated building on Xindong Street but couldn't find Zhang Cong. Finally, he found out about Zhang Hanma and Mr. Feng.And Zhang Cong lived in Yan Jianghe's house.

Fat Spinning Spinner finished three laps of horror in the same place, and it was not appropriate to comfort him. He scratched his throat in the last pass, and only sighed: "Fortunately, there is Brother Yan. Otherwise, I am really afraid that you will go crazy."

Zhang Cong didn't care about responding to this grandson at the time, and he quietly groped in his heart: "With him, I may not be crazy, maybe I will go crazy."

Just in time for the weekend, Zhang Cong left his studio to go to work in Azure after class. Yan Jianghe got off work early and took another vacation. He was in a good mood and was going to take Zhang Cong home with him.

Before Zhang Cong left, Zhong Ning specifically stopped him: "Zhang Cong, wait a minute, bring these bottles of wine with you."

As Zhong Ning said, he stuffed an exquisite wooden box into Zhang Cong's arms, which contained three bottles of red wine.Zhang Cong didn't need to look at it, he just tapped the package twice and knew it must be a good thing.

"This brings..." Zhang Cong paused, "My brother?"

"It was brought to him, but not to him." Zhong Ning smiled, and raised his voice, "The prodigal son gave it to his ex-girlfriend."

Zhang Cong was stunned.Received some information.Yan Jianghe is not gay, he has an ex-girlfriend.Yan Jianghe has contact with his ex-girlfriend, and he also wants to send expensive red wine.

Zhang Cong left Azure with the wine, and his mind was in a mess when he went out.It seems that I have thought a lot, but it seems that I have not thought of anything.

It wasn't until he saw Yan Jianghe's car that he forced his brain to pause, and got into the car with his head down and his drink in hand.

Yan Jianghe was on the phone when he got in the car, and Zhong Ning should be on the other side: "Next time I get up, please drink."

With a smile on his lips, Yan Jianghe said, "I'm going to send it to Yun Lei right away. The wine is on your account. ... No, one yard is worth one yard. I'll give it to her. What's the matter if you don't want the money. ... Hmm , hang up first."

Yun Lei.Her name is Yun Lei.

Yan Jianghe put the phone back in his pocket, and glanced at Zhang Cong: "What are you doing holding it in, put the wine in the back seat, isn't it sinking?"

Shen?

Zhang Cong gave a low "um", stretched his long arms and put the wine on the back seat.

"Go to deliver the wine first, then go to the vegetable market later, buy vegetables and go home." Yan Jianghe said, driving the car out.

Zhang Cong tilted his head and leaned on the back of the chair to look at him: "No need to go to the vegetable market, I went out to buy in the morning. It's enough for three or four days."

Yan Jianghe smacked his lips: "It's too worry-free."

Zhang Cong's eyes darkened, and there was something in his chest that was completely unstoppable.He was silent for a while, then suddenly lowered his voice and said slowly, "Boss Zhong is gay?"

Yan Jianghe was stunned for a while, but not for too long.He quickly glanced over at Zhang Cong, and then turned his gaze back: "How do you know?"

really.How does Yan Jiang know that Zhong Ning is gay.

Zhang Cong continued: "I happened to see him and..."

"Oh." Yan Jianghe frowned and didn't let Zhang Cong continue.

It seemed that Zhong Ning, who had been out of stock, had finally turned his back on it, and did something with his Bai Yueguang, and was bumped into by Zhang Cong.

So did Zhong Ning, who didn't know what to pay attention to.But Yan Jianghe couldn't remind him of this matter.But it doesn't matter if Yan Jianghe thinks about it again, after all, homosexuality is fine.

So he turned pale and said to Zhang Cong: "Let me tell you, there is nothing abnormal about homosexuality, don't make a fuss, just tell me and forget it."

He turned his head to look at Zhang Cong again, and was about to say a few more words when he paused.Zhang Cong was staring at him without blinking, his eyes were deep and abnormal, which was hard to describe.

Yan Jianghe turned his head and drove, couldn't help but gritted his teeth: "Why are you looking at me like that? He doesn't like me."

"Nothing." Zhang Cong looked away and stared at the rear of an Audi ahead, "Do you think homosexuality is normal?"

"What's abnormal." Yan Jianghe was not very happy, "Do you care if people like men and women? Isn't it all the same? Boss Zhong is the same, and it doesn't bother him. He is still my friend. It's your boss, why is it abnormal?"

"Well, I see." Zhang Cong didn't say any more.He knew why Yan Jiang would be upset when he asked Yan Jiang like that, so he insisted on talking.

Yan Jianghe respects Zhong Ning and treats him as a friend, so he naturally has no prejudice against homosexuality.Zhang Cong had already confirmed this point.Asking this way is just because of his impure thoughts.

"I'll tell you." Yan Jianghe still frowned, "Others are different from you, it's their freedom. Nothing is abnormal in the world, do you understand?"

"I know." Zhang Cong sighed, and suddenly regretted provoking Yan Jianghe, "I was just a little surprised, and I have no other thoughts."

Zhang Cong pondered for a while, then lowered his voice and said, "Brother, are you angry?"

Yan Jianghe parked the car outside a high-end residential area, and finally let go of his brows: "No. I know you didn't expect it, and I also know that you are not that kind of person."

What kind of person is he not?Zhang Cong's mood changed abruptly, and he was thrown from the bottom of the abyss so hard that he couldn't climb up.He looked at Yan Jianghe's profile, and his heart beat violently.

His heart was beaten inside and out by a thought: "I like you. I'm in the way."

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Happy new year, everyone~(^з^)-☆