no way

This incident of Yun Lei taught Zhang Cong a lesson.

In fact, in a certain sense, Yan Jianghe is better at dealing with him. For example, Zhang Cong can trick this person with a bowl of sesame paste, tear a scar and bleed.But it is also difficult to target.

This unusually cold winter for Zhang Cong passed away slowly.Throughout the winter, his "longing" and "loss" competed with each other, constantly wringing and tearing.But now that the season has faded and the wind has softened a little, Zhang Cong touched the material in the corner over there, and found a mess that had never been seen before.

For the first time in his life, he was trembling like this.In the final analysis, it was just that his doggy thoughts couldn't stand up.Why does Yan Jiang treat him in every possible way, what about him?Saying kindness and revenge is flattery.

What kind of dirty thing is his relationship?What if Yan Jianghe found out?According to his temper, he might be able to use his skin to mop the floor.

Zhang Cong thought about it again, it didn't matter if Yan Jianghe wanted his skin, and it didn't matter if he wanted his head to be kicked as a ball.But he was afraid that Yan Jiang would stay away from him.Even if Zhang Cong had [-] heads, he didn't dare to take the risk.

The school transfer was finally done.Zhang Cong transferred to No. [-] Middle School.It's not a major point, but the overall grades are [-]% better than the previous No. [-] Middle School, and the study atmosphere is also much more positive.

Zhang Cong didn't shave his brains to size anymore, nor did he keep killing Matt.He fixed a hairstyle that Yan Jianghe didn't really want to beat up.

The boy's shoulder blades stretched wider and more powerful. He put on a new school uniform, put on his coat, straightened his back, and looked like a thing.

On the first day of school, Yan Jianghe happened to be idle at home. He had a pair of Yan Mei contact lenses on his shoulder, and his neck was itchy with the hair of the beast.

Yan Jianghe stood opposite Zhang Cong and looked at him for a moment, picked up Zhang Cong's schoolbag from the sofa and threw it over, and commented cheerfully: "Okay, it looks like a person."

Zhang Cong stretched out his arms to hug the schoolbag, and pulled the schoolbag strap on his back: "There is porridge in the pot, vegetables..."

"Hey." Yan Jianghe suddenly laughed, "Are you a high school student or a nanny?"

What he said was too ignorant.If it weren't for him being inactive all day long, throwing his hands away as a shopkeeper, and enslaving Zhang Cong for addiction, how could Zhang Cong have fallen to this point?

"..." Zhang Cong didn't continue, and sighed inwardly.

"Let me tell you." Yan Jianghe raised his hand and took off Yan Meitong, and put it on his arm, "It is possible that there will be some rumors in the Second Middle School. It is like saying that you are not a good person, or you are a related household or something."

Yan Jianghe: "But it's all true."

Scolding Zhang Cong is not a good thing, just scold him.In this society, it is really rare for someone to speak of "relationship households" so confidently and blatantly.

Yan Jianghe said again: "But most of the students in No. [-] Middle School study hard, so it shouldn't be too late. If there are, you will take your dog temper away from me and don't make trouble. Do you hear me? Otherwise, I will beat you with a shoehorn .”

"... Oh." Zhang Cong stared at Yan Jianghe's face for a while, then turned and went out to school.

He knelt down by the door to change his shoes, subconsciously glanced at the shoehorn hanging on the cabinet.Zhang Cong thought to himself: "It doesn't matter at all, I won't cause trouble if there is one. Because of you, I won't."

Zhang Cong carried his schoolbag and went out.The sun was good today, and the air was good in the morning, so Zhang Cong simply ran, as if he was exercising his muscles.

No. [-] Middle School is not far from Yanjiang He's house, Zhang Cong's running is not slow, and he arrived in a short time.He checked his phone, it was still early.

Opposite the school across a wide road, there is a small park with benches and some fancy fitness equipment.There is a large fountain in the center of the park, the ground is made of marble, and flowers can be sprayed out in summer.

Zhang Cong took advantage of the green light to walk across the road and sat down on a park bench.The sunlight squeezed through the cracks of the big branches above his head, mottled and fell on him.

Zhang Cong narrowed his eyes and looked around.

There are many things in his line of sight.

The old lady walking in the park, the old man doing Tai Chi and sword dancing in the morning.The red-faced brat jumping rope, the naughty little girl, she runs all over the place, the toe of her shoe is still shiny...

In addition to being dirty and despicable and backfired, the world can grow up like this.Zhang Cong had never noticed these things before.But now he saw it, maybe he was blind like Yan Meitong, and opened it again.

The surroundings were quiet and harmonious, but Zhang Cong heard a bang in his heart as the gate exploded.Yan Jianghe walked over like a ray of light splitting the sky and the earth.He came in, the door closed again, and it was locked forever.Zhang Cong's crooked intestines are clear at this moment - he just needs to stay by Yan Jianghe's side.

if only.

Nothing is more important than being by Yan Jianghe's side.He can abandon all cholera, he can ask for it, he can deceive himself and others.Just stay by Yan Jianghe's side.

Zhang Cong closed his eyes, his eyelids hurt slightly from the sun.He took a deep breath, stood up slowly, and went straight to the school gate.

Zhang Cong doesn't have a new life, and he doesn't bother with so-called ideals. He doesn't know how to be hypocritical, and he doesn't deserve to be positive.Zhang Cong only had Yan Jianghe—he became an unrealistic pickpocket, and from beginning to end, he just stole some sweetness from Yan Jianghe.

He rolled in the fleeting shadows, his young flesh and blood grew out of anesthesia, and he didn't know the taste of bitter food when he was growing up, and it was as if he had just tasted it.But Yan Jianghe's sweetness only got on him, but he was fascinated.

"Secret love" is a bastard thing, isn't that what it is?

Zhang Cong felt that he could.

At home, Yan Jianghe was full of food and drink, and slept soundly.He was woken up by Yan Meitong's slap.The pads of the cat's paw slapped the bridge of his nose.

So Yan Jianghe clicked his throat, got out of bed, chased the cat's butt and scolded it into the nest, and finally lost sleep.

He checked the time, Zhang Cong still had two hours to leave school.

Yan Jianghe was so idle that he washed his face, put on his coat and went out.He wanted to pick up Zhang Cong from school, but he left early and had nothing to do.

Yan Jianghe drove around in his car, burning oil and polluting the environment.When he passed the studio where Zhang Cong learned painting, he suddenly thought about it.

He has never paid attention to Zhang Cong's learning of painting. Yan Jianghe may not be serious when he leaves. After he found a teacher for others, he ignored him and threw Zhang Cong in to fend for himself.

At this moment, Yan Jiang He Chu was standing at the door of the studio, and he felt his heart suddenly.It's a pity that what I touch is not conscience, but curiosity.

Yan Jianghe found a place to park his car and walked into the studio.

The school started today, there were not many students in the studio, only a few social people who came to have fun.It was also a coincidence that Zhang Cong's teacher was on duty, and Yan Jianghe was recognized by the other party before he could say a few words as soon as he entered.

Zhang Cong's teacher, surnamed Xu, is a short, literary and artistic young man of Buddhist origin. He doesn't wear long hair in pigtails, and wears a string of Buddhist beads on his hand.The whole body has an easy-going temperament, which is quite pleasing to the eye.

Teacher Xu: "Mr. Yan, I contacted you on the phone before, and I finally saw him. Is Mr. Yan here for business? Zhang Cong will not come to the studio today."

"I know." Yan Jianghe waved his hand and smiled, "I'm picking up Zhang Cong from school. I left early, and I passed by, just in time to stop by."

"That's it." Teacher Xu also laughed, "Do you want to see Zhang Cong's latest works?"

"Can you?" Yan Jianghe said quickly.He just wanted to see, so he came in.

"Of course. Zhang Cong is your younger brother. There is nothing you can't see." Teacher Xu led Yan Jianghe into another small studio next to him, "Many students can read Zhang Cong's paintings. Come out and set an example for other students."

Yan Jianghe was stunned for a moment: "Is it so powerful?"

Zhang Cong did not receive any professional guidance directly before.It didn't take long to learn in the studio.It was quite a surprise.

Teacher Xu praised Zhang Cong without hesitation: "He is the best student I have taught in recent years. He is very talented and has a stable temper."

Teacher Xu: "His paintings are delicate and bold. The strokes make people feel very careful, but the colors are very conflicting, which is very eye-catching."

Yan Jianghe raised his eyebrows.When he saw the red rose for the first time, his eyes were indeed pierced.

Most of what Yan Jianghe has seen are Zhang Cong's sketches.Only roses are red.When Mr. Xu talked about the color, he was naturally more curious.Although Yan Jianghe's expectations had been raised, he was still stunned when he saw the painting.It felt like the viscera were protruding one after another.

"For example this." Teacher Xu stood in front of an easel, pointing to the painting on it, "He just finished it last week. The figure is a photo I found for him."

Teacher Xu pointed to a photo on the wall.The photo shows a little girl in a straw hat against a blue curtain in the background.

And that painting was different.The background of the painting is not so monotonous, the blue has become more dull and gray, mixed with thin or rough cracks, like the sky has been injured, smashed high and broken into pieces.Yan Jianghe took a closer look and found several cracks dotted with small white butterflies.

The girl in the painting is also much brighter than in the photo.Her whole body is full of bright colors with high saturation, the smile on her face is lively and innocent, the skirt on her body is blooming, the straw hat has just flown from the top of her head, and her two braids are swinging freely, as if she just finished a dance.

Yan Jianghe stretched out his finger and couldn't believe it: "This is what he drew?"

"Yes." Teacher Xu laughed again, "Excellent, isn't it? I said he can add a little imagination by himself, instead of copying from photos. His sketching skills are actually very good, but he has little contact with paint. I didn't To think that he was able to make this painting like this, although it took a lot of time, it is really unexpected."

"Speaking of irresponsibility, some things have nothing to do with hard work, they are so unfair, such as this kind of talent." Teacher Xu thought for a while, and said to Yan Jianghe, "Is Zhang Cong going to take the road of art in the future? ? As his teacher, I am still very selfish."

Yan Jianghe stared at the painting on the opposite side for a while before responding: "I don't know either. It's up to him, let him choose when the time comes."

Yan Jianghe chatted with Mr. Xu again, listening to the other party's exaggeration throughout the whole process, and at the end of the exaggeration, Yan Jianghe felt a little floating.

When the time was almost up, Yan Jianghe left the studio and drove to school.He parked the car at the school gate and waited for Zhang Cong.I was bored waiting and thought of Zhang Cong's paintings again.

This son of a bitch must have some kind of hands, how did he happen to be like this?What a coincidence that the sky is blind.

Yan Jianghe smacked his lips in his heart, smacked twice and pondered: "That's really good. That painting is really beautiful."

There were already students going out one after another, Yan Jianghe turned his head, just in time to see Zhang Cong coming from a distance.

It was Zhang Cong, and the coat on his body was bought by Yan Jianghe.Brick red coat, very showy.When Yan Jianghe entered the shopping mall, he immediately fell in love with the model.It is most suitable to match Zhang Cong's cold white skin.

Seeing Zhang Cong getting closer, Yan Jianghe put his elbows on the steering wheel and muttered softly, "I want it too."

——He had to cheat a painting from Zhang Cong.