no way

Zhang Cong had sharp eyes, and he spotted Yan Jianghe's car before he left the school gate.

Obviously, Yan Jianghe drove to pick him up from school.So Zhang Cong licked honey again, walked to the car and opened the door.

Zhang Cong didn't go in first, he looked in and saw Yan Jianghe's face.Zhang Cong looked at him: "You..."

"What are you doing standing there, get in the car quickly." Yan Jianghe smiled at him.

Zhang Cong quickly rubbed the handle of the car twice with his fingertips, stepped into the car and closed the door.

Catch up with the time when the students leave school, the road is a bit congested.People come and go, and there are various vehicles sandwiched in the middle.The road was not very easy, so Yan Jianghe simply stopped and waited.

Yan Jianghe turned his head and lowered his eyes to look at Zhang Cong's hands.I thought to myself, "It's these hands."

Following Yan Jianghe's gaze, Zhang Cong noticed that the other person was staring at his hand without blinking, and his scalp felt a little weak.Zhang Cong put his hands in his pockets silently, and exhaled quietly: "What's wrong?"

Yan Jianghe peeked, no, looked at it openly, and didn't care about being caught.He simply confessed himself: "Look at what a psychic skillful hand looks like."

"...Ah?" Zhang Cong was taken aback for a moment, not knowing what kind of medicine Yan Jianghe sold in the gourd.

Yan Jianghe said: "I was bored at home, and I went to your studio just now."

Zhang Cong glanced at him again and said "oh".The tenderest piece of skin on his heart seemed to be lightly pierced by a thin needle, and he had to start looking forward to something.For example, Yan Jianghe will praise him next.

Yan Jianghe really lived up to Zhang Cong, and opened his mouth to boast: "I saw your new painting, it's so beautiful. Why are you so awesome?"

Zhang Cong pursed his lips, but he couldn't suppress the smile at the corner of his mouth.Yan Jianghe obviously saw the dimple around his mouth, so he hurried on and said, "You are amazing."

Zhang Cong turned his head and subconsciously cleared his throat.He does draw well.Teachers and classmates have already praised him a lot.Zhang Cong never took it seriously.

God gave him hardships, a despicable and gloomy character, and wonderful artistic inspiration.The world is full of ups and downs, good and bad.Zhang Cong didn't think it was unusual.

But Yan Jianghe's unabashed praise at this time actually pleases him very much.He is like Ning Hanghang who stole the cake right now, having trouble with his heart but not wanting to leave.He was even worse, a little overjoyed.

To say that the only thing Zhang Cong understands about "being grateful" is seeing Yan Jianghe.In the vast sea of ​​people, God showed him Yan Jianghe.She didn't treat him too coldly.

Yan Jianghe tapped the steering wheel twice with his fingers.When people are praised for being comfortable and happy, they start to smell shameless.Besides, he never knew how to be tactful when he was shameless, so he cut to the chase and said, "Draw me one too?"

Zhang Cong paused, his eyes flickered to Yan Jianghe's face: "Do you want it?"

Yan Jianghe blinked, turned his head, and picked out a reason that Zhang Cong couldn't refuse: "When you are on summer vacation, it's almost my birthday. I'll order one from you in advance as a birthday present."

He is a model of shamelessness, and he can pretend to be dignified even when he wants people and things. He made a special trip for Zhang Cong's sake: "You little kid has no money, and you should be sorry if you can't afford a gift. Just draw me a picture."

Zhang Cong: "..."

What did Yan Jiang want from him that he didn't give?Counting the time when the two confronted Maimang at first, Zhang Cong always gave in.Yan Jianghe is here to treat him.

Zhang Cong sighed again in his heart, turned his eyes away, unable to deal with this person, "Okay."

He has a special sketchbook, which is full of Yan Jianghe.How many Zhang Cong secretly drew did not count.Can you draw blatantly this time?It's a bit exaggerated to say it, but it really feels like pie in the sky, hitting the back of the head.

When Yan Jianghe got the painting, he was in a good mood.Even the honking car horns in my ears are quite pleasant.

Zhang Cong was pitiful, he couldn't look at the happy face of the person next to him at all.For nothing else, Zhang Cong believes that his morals are not good and he still needs to practice.If you turn your face and take a look, you will surely get carried away, and you can't see it.

Ever since he asked Zhang Cong for a painting, Yan Jianghe discovered something.It's Zhang Cong, the little bastard who will look at him when he is idle and bored all day long.

Like now.They had breakfast facing each other.Zhang Cong ate very carelessly, his eyes were on Yan Jianghe's face the whole time.

Yanjiang Hege stared blankly: "What do you see me doing?"

Zhang Cong calmed down, and said solemnly: "Recently, I started drawing birthday presents for you, so I will observe and observe more, and I want to draw something more like it."

This remark is purely taking off your pants and farting.Zhang Cong knew what Yan Jianghe looked like even with his eyes closed.Even if he is blind, he can touch the pen and come out, and still stare at it like this?He just took advantage of being blatant and wanted to see more.

Hearing what Zhang Cong said, Yan Jianghe's interest was aroused: "Start painting now? It's only April."

"I'm still in school, and I don't often go to the studio." Zhang Cong said nonsense without changing his expression, "I can paint more finely if I paint earlier."

"That's a good thing." Yan Jianghe stood up and said unceremoniously, "You have to draw for me."

"Yeah." Zhang Cong looked down at the bowl.

"I'm leaving first." Yan Jianghe glanced at his watch, "Today Corey has a major operation, I have to prepare early."

When Yan Jianghe said this, his voice was obviously lower.When Zhang Cong noticed it, he raised his head and found that Yan Jianghe was also frowning.

Zhang Cong hesitated for a moment and asked, "Is the operation difficult?"

"It's quite difficult." Yan Jianghe didn't shy away from it, and sighed directly, "The patient's condition is too poor, and the success rate is very low."

Zhang Cong didn't speak.He stretched out his arms to pick up Yan Meitong who was rolling on his instep, and put it on his legs to stroke the hair.Yan Meitong immediately felt so comfortable that her voice softened.

"Go to school by yourself later, I won't see you off today." Yan Jianghe said, went to the door to change his shoes, and rushed out.

Zhang Cong lowered his head to look at Yan Meitong, the little boy held Zhang Cong's fingertips in his paws and rolled his tongue, sucking so much that he was so intoxicated that his eyes narrowed.

Zhang Cong leaned back on the back of the chair, his heart was filled with darkness.

He used to be numb to time and had no desires or desires.But ever since he put his mind on Yan Jianghe, he wished that time would fly by.It was the first time that Zhang Cong wanted to grow up so much, and rejected himself who was unable to do anything now.

After moving in, Zhang Cong realized Yan Jianghe's hard work even more.How busy he is, I really don't want to think about it if I don't just watch.

Now Zhang Cong can only hold on to Yan Jianghe, but he is all relying on Yan Jianghe.But he wants to grow up.A pampered thing likes to indulge in acting like a baby, but Zhang Cong does not.He had spent years of neglect before blooming a single flower, and now he is desperately wanting to make Yan Jianghe rely on him one day.

It's a pity that Yan Jianghe won't come over.Zhang Cong's thoughts will always have nowhere to settle.

The weather is getting hotter.A single piece of clothing dares to scurry all over the floor.The sky is also gradually fading gray, and the tail of winter can't be caught at all.

Zhang Cong called Yan Jianghe after school, but no one answered.Guessing that Yan Jianghe was still busy, he went to the vegetable market to pick up a piece of fresh wax gourd, and was going to make soup at home.

Changing seasons is the most difficult thing for the body, Yan Jianghe Chengri understands the truth, and teaches people how to be patient, but in fact he is careless, lazy when he has time, and will not suffer.Zhang Cong thought about it, and planned to make some nutritious food for him to beat his teeth.

Zhang Cong put a pot of winter melon soup on a low heat to simmer, and the cat went to the house to do his homework.He didn't see Yan Jianghe back after finishing his homework.There was no news of Yan Jianghe's return on the phone.

Zhang Cong frowned, turned his face and looked out the window.It was already dark, and when I opened the window, I could smell a damp smell, and the light rain began to rain down.

Zhang Cong opened the weather forecast on his mobile phone and saw that there would be showers at night.

——Yan Jianghe went out in the morning without an umbrella.

Zhang Cong fiddled with the dog ears on the phone case with his fingertips, and called Yan Jianghe again.This time, after a few rings, Yan Jianghe answered it.

"What's wrong?" Yan Jianghe asked Zhang Cong on the phone.

Zhang Cong: "Are you off work yet? It's raining outside."

"It's raining?" There was a rustling sound from Yan Jianghe's side, "It's okay, it's not raining heavily, and I can't get wet by driving. I'm going back later today, didn't I tell you?"

Zhang Cong leaned against the window frame, his eyes staring at the night, the light and shadow outside were fading, and the rain was drawn into thin lines, like slender smoke, insignificant, cut off in his eyes: "No. You didn't answer my phone, and you didn't reply me."

Yan Jianghe: "I didn't pay attention. I didn't see your missed call. You can eat and do your homework first, leave me alone, just leave me a bite. Hang up."

After Yan Jianghe finished speaking, he hung up the phone.Zhang Cong threw the phone on the window sill, and the broken hair on his forehead was blown to a mess by the wind.

——The feeling of being a child without being able to get your hands in it really makes people want to be bad.

Yan Meitong walked gracefully into Zhang Cong's room, and stared up at him with a meowing tone.

The light penetrated into its pair of exquisite eyeballs, and the lights changed instantly, as if some precious gemstone had exploded from the inside out.

Zhang Cong squatted down, stretched out his hands and rubbed the cat's head a few times, and then lightly brushed Yan Meitong's eyes with his fingertips, and was tickled by the little beast's eyelashes.

"You are guarding the door at home, and I will pick you up." Zhang Cong said to Yan Meitong.

Yan Meitong dragged out the long sound of "Mi", and nuzzled Zhang Cong's palm with her moist little nose.

Zhang Cong went to the kitchen and turned off the fire on the stove.He tossed and tumbled at home for a long time, and finally pulled out an umbrella from the shoe cabinet.Zhang Cong put on his shoes and went out, heading straight to the hospital.

The handful of things in his heart could not see the light, so he had to grow stranded in the dark and lonely.But full of longing cannot be expressed, "secret love" is always hard to fill.

And when Zhang Cong was next to Yan Jianghe, he just wanted to be the closest.Even if it was just a little bit, quietly, he also thought that he could slowly infiltrate that feeling into Yan Jianghe's life like flowers and trees.

The only thing to blame is Zhang Cong's behavior - a bastard from the embryo, insatiable greed.

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Knowing that the cuties are anxious to ask them to do something, I am also very anxious (?ω?) But these two... really can't get up fast... (men can't be fast (x)) .

Well, the length is small and long, and there are some layings, so take your time.I will work hard (???_??)? I really appreciate everyone’s encouragement and company, I love you~(^з^)-☆

(PS: Actually, I really like the part where the gurgling starts to pervert (x) (?ω?)hiahiahia)