no way

Yan Jianghe couldn't find a smile at the corner of his mouth: "Nonsense. If the person is not rescued, how can I feel better?"

Yan Jianghe: "Although I'm not the chief surgeon, I'm just an assistant, but it's quite uncomfortable."

It was the first time that he told Zhang Cong about his work.To be more precise, not only Zhang Cong, but all objects are counted. It is the first time that Yan Jiang has to talk about work under the influence of personal emotions.

Yan Jianghe is not the kind of person who is used to bringing work troubles home.Tired ordinary people, when they go home and see their closest relatives, they will more or less wish to sigh for a day of running around.But we are all ordinary people, everyone has troubles, sighing and sighing, and hysteria again and again, the atmosphere of the whole family will follow.

Therefore, even Yan Tao who was in the hospital with him before, Yan Jianghe seldom told him about the hospital in detail.

Whether they are flying around or are exhausted, they should take on the responsibility of being a doctor, and these are always by their side.Farewell to life and death, tearful eyes, but everywhere. "Doctor" is the character who fiddles with hope from the messy pain.

In fact, Yan Jianghe and Yan Tao have always done the same since he was a child.Zhou Pingnan's "virtuous housemate", apart from making good food to satisfy the family's appetite, is pampered and coaxed in other aspects, and he never shares his worries and solves his problems.

But at this moment, Yan Meitong acted softly, and the warm touch on the eyelids suddenly made Yan Jianghe deviate from his childhood and personal habits, and subconsciously said to Zhang Cong: "Did you see his mother crying? What did it look like, kneeling in the corridor, almost fainted. After passing through my own hands, it turned out like this."

Yan Jianghe's mood really hit rock bottom this day.Facing Zhang Cong at this time, he seemed to have found a landing point, and finally he was able to tear his emotions out: "Why do you think it's so difficult for people? No matter how hard you work, you can't keep anything."

Zhang Cong stretched out his hand, stayed in the air for a long time, and finally let it hang down by his side.Yan Jianghe didn't lean towards him, he didn't need to, but this man was showing weakness - he was so strong that he only needed one ear when showing weakness.

It's good for Zhang Cong to listen.

As for Zhang Cong—fortunately, he can make this ear.

Zhang Cong can imagine the scene of the collapse of the crying world, but he will never be able to empathize with it. —There is always a great deal of vibration between the senses and the mind.

Zhang Cong: "Do your best and obey your orders. Didn't you say that?"

"Did I say such a philosophical thing?" Yan Jianghe's voice was filled with a suppressed low laugh.

"I said it." Zhang Cong looked at him, wanting to kiss the towel again - you said it, I remember.

"No matter how you say it, it's beautiful." Yan Jianghe sighed.

Zhang Cong straightened up, he had to be a little farther away from Yanjiang: "This kind of thing often happens in the hospital, do you feel so sad every time?"

"Yes." Yan Jianghe had nothing to deny.

"That's so uncomfortable." Zhang Cong paused and said, "I always feel that things like this happen in hospitals, and doctors have to get used to it."

"What Arabian Nights are you talking about? How can you get used to it?" Yan Jianghe grabbed the towel with his hands, closed his eyes and wiped his face.

Zhang Cong: "..."

Yan Jianghe rubbed his face all over with a towel.

Yan Jianghe said earnestly: "It is true that birth, old age, sickness and death are common in hospitals, and doctors must also be able to handle them clearly, and they must not be completely helpless. Otherwise, how would they use a scalpel?"

Yan Jianghe: "You must have the ability to bear, but it does not mean you are used to it, and it is even more impossible to take it lightly. Especially as a doctor, you must pay special attention to life and death. If a doctor feels numb to 'life and death', it would be terrible, why would he wear a white coat?"

"Yes. I know." Zhang Cong looked at Yan Jianghe lightly.

he knows.Yan Jianghe is such a person.Every breath of Yan Jianghe was scorching hot, which could reach the tip of Zhang Cong's heart.

Yan Jianghe smiled lightly: "It's actually fine. I'll just take it easy. This is like a necessary fixed process. For example, I have to eat and sleep today. I can't live without it. If you don't eat or sleep, you can't live without being an adult, and if you don't leave I can't be a doctor for this process."

Yan Jianghe turned his head to look at Zhang Cong, and said that he had cleared up a lot in his heart. He bent his eyes, trying to adjust the atmosphere, and deliberately teased Zhang Cong: "Why, are you worried about your brother?"

"..." Zhang Cong's lips moved, and after thinking about it for a while, he could only close his mouth, and responded indifferently, "En."

Yan Jianghe was stunned for a moment, and the smile in the corner of his eyes suddenly deepened. He was amazed: "What shape is the conscience of the little bastard? How old is it? How many catties? How many taels? It's amazing."

Zhang Cong ignored him, turned around and went to the kitchen, and said in a low voice, "I'm going to serve the soup."

Yan Jianghe was in a better mood, and his problem started again, and he talked nonsense to Zhang Cong's back: "Hey, why don't you let me talk about it? Men can't be so thin-skinned."

Yan Jianghe threw the towel in his hand to the tea table again, and turned his hand to play with Yan Meitong. He muttered in a low voice: "Okay, you know that you love me, and it's not in vain to take care of me."

After playing with a wave of rogues, he grabbed Yan Meitong's ear and rubbed it gently.Kneading the little thing arched its neck and pouted its buttocks, and its legs staggered.

Zhang Cong calmed down in the kitchen facing a pot of delicious winter melon soup.After waiting for a long time, it didn't help. Finally, he picked up a sea bowl and took a bowl full of cold water from the tap. He was not afraid of having a stomachache.

Yan Jianghe, how could he be so capable of driving people crazy?Sooner or later, Zhang Cong's life will be carried in his palm.

As the days dragged on day by day, Zhang Cong quietly opened branches and leaves with his thoughts in mind. The idea of ​​"giving up" was impossible for him to touch even the tiniest point.To be honest, it is pure nonsense to regard Yan Jianghe as a "brother". In addition, Yan Jianghe did not know how to check from morning to night, wandering around in his eyes and committing all kinds of crimes. It's like walking a pill on the sakagami, and the momentum is like a broken bamboo.

Zhang Cong has been reborn this semester, and he looks like a good example of a good student, making his previous rascal and black material seem like a demon turned into his face to make trouble.

He goes to and from school on time every day, listens carefully to lectures, and writes homework conscientiously. He goes to the studio when he should go to the studio, works part-time when he should go to Azure, and learns to drive when he should.Can't be more worry-free, he has become an excellent high school student who is morally, intellectually and physically beautiful, hardworking and well-behaved, and all-round development.

What's more, the house is still organized by him, even more handy.Yan Jianghe seems to have been completely reduced to a "good for nothing" who only knows how to go to work.The most intuitive expression is that Zhou Pingnan was going to deliver fresh honey to his home last week, so he called Zhang Cong directly, and by the way, he also made a big bowl of sweet and sour pork ribs for delivery.

Why did Yan Jiang have no face to refute his own mother's betrayal, he could only lick face in front of Zhang Congcong: "You can do it, Zhang Congcong, when did you buy people's hearts?"

Zhang Cong missed his sight and didn't respond to his nonsense, but took out a report card from his bag and handed it to Yan Jianghe.

"Oh." Yan Jianghe quickly took the report card and looked at it, and he was very happy to see it.In Zhang Cong's final exam, his total score in science ranked sixth in the whole grade.

"Amazing." Yan Jianghe clicked his tongue, and went through the report card again and again.He divides things, most of the time he is still indifferent, but in rare cases he may be careless.

For example, at this time, Yan Jianghe fanned Zhang Cong's report card between two fingers, and touched Yan Meitong's nose with the tip of his toe.

Yan Meitong pinched her voice and groaned, Yan Jianghe joined her, and praised: "I have picked up a treasure. It's fine with my hand, and I'm a top student."

Zhang Cong's eyes couldn't move, and he held a smile on his lips and refused to let it go. He said expressionlessly, "Yesterday was actually a parent meeting. You were too busy at work, so I didn't call you. I'll show you your report card now."

"Parents' meeting?" Yan Jianghe was stunned, and stretched out the sole of his foot to push Yan Meitong's head aside, "Why didn't you tell me?"

He was careless, he had never raised a child, and he didn't bother to think about how he was raised when he was a child.Zhang Cong will be in his third year of high school again, and after the final exam, if the school doesn't talk nonsense, the plaque at the school gate will not be able to hang up.

Yan Jianghe suddenly had a thought in his heart: "Almost no one has ever held a parent-teacher meeting for Zhang Cong, right?"

Zhang Cong glanced at Yan Jianghe: "Didn't I say you are busy with work?"

"You have to tell me that I'm busy with work." Yan Jianghe stared at him, feeling a little dissatisfied suddenly.

"..." Zhang Cong frowned, "It's nothing serious, I talked to the class teacher, and she agreed."

That's right, Zhang Cong's report card looks like this, and he is usually approved as a "good guy". The head teacher doesn't know what kind of bastard he is.It's okay if you don't come to the parent-teacher meeting.

Zhang Cong said again: "You worked the night shift the day before yesterday and went to the hospital to see patients yesterday afternoon. How can you have time for a parent-teacher meeting?"

Yan Jianghe: "..."

Zhang Cong didn't play tricks, he really didn't want Yan Jianghe to hold a parent meeting.At that time, Zhang Cong wished that Yan Jianghe would sleep at home.Tossing and tossing, looking distressed.

Yan Jianghe has always known that Zhang Cong is different from ordinary teenagers of this age.Whether it is experience or thoughts, Zhang Cong is much deeper.He has been encouraged every second since he was a child, and his heart is darker.He has to be extra sensible.

Only children wrapped in soft duck down are proficient in self-will, and can follow their nature and do things lightly.

Zhang Cong never did.

Yan Jianghe looked down at the report card in his hand again, and then glanced at the ground.The ground was clean, Zhang Cong just finished mopping the ground today, and he probably couldn't even catch a single white hair of Yan Meitong.

"..." It was rare for Yan Jianghe to feel a little guilty.He was the one who abducted the person back and insisted on calling him "Brother". In fact, this "Brother" is really outrageous.

But Yan Jianghe is a bad person, and his conscience ends here.He didn't feel ashamed for half a second, turned his face and smiled at Zhang Cong: "Brother, let's take you to a good meal, just say what you want to eat, and you don't need to cook tonight."

Look, what a jerk this guy can be.The compensation Yan Jianghe made was to take Zhang Cong for a meal, and then added, "I don't need to cook tonight." It was as if cooking to feed him was Zhang Cong's natural duty. .

Zhang Cong's heart seemed to be scratching, scratching his chest.Zhang Cong thought for a while, and recalled that Yan Jianghe said he wanted to eat barbecue a few days ago, so he opened his mouth and said, "Let's barbecue."

"That's great." Sure enough, Yan Jianghe was in his arms.

Zhang Cong saw that the person opposite him laughed even wider.Yan Meitong rubbed her head again, Yan Jianghe simply picked it up by the back of the neck and got up like a beast.

Yan Jiang He tapped the tip of Yan Meitong's nose twice, and he could hook up with a cat: "Let's go eat meat and grill fish, I won't take you."

Yan Meitong couldn't understand human words, and her ears were bad, so she just hugged Yan Jianghe's hand and rubbed it.

Zhang Cong suddenly looked away, took a slow breath, and sprayed it out of his nasal cavity before raising his eyes again.