no way

The affair ended with two sundaes.Zhong Ning couldn't get involved any more, he was awkward no matter what, so he could take care of himself.Zhong Ning didn't even want to watch the show, he just waited and watched what happened. ——At best, Qing waited for the car to overturn, ready to prepare a few bottles of wine, accompany him to fill his stomach, and listen to Yan Jianghe scolding his mother along the way.

Zhang Cong's summer vacation is not as good as starting school.He was bored in the room at night writing questions, and went to practice driving during the day, sweating profusely every day.Coupled with the work of the studio and Azure, Zhang Cong wished to be able to take part in it.

But it's better to be busy, he doesn't have so much free time to covet things that he shouldn't covet.After most of the summer vacation, Zhang Cong grew to a height of 1.8 meters [-], but he didn't look too dark despite being exposed to the sun, so he took the driver's license in his hand.

Yan Jianghe still ate and drank, no matter how Zhang Cong was divided/incapable, he never lost his mouth.

That day when Yan Jianghe was idle at home, he carried Yan Meitong into Zhang Cong's room again, picked up a large book of Mathematics Five and Three from Zhang Cong's desk, and was stunned.This is no exercise book, it is heavier than a brick, and it is a murder weapon in the schoolbag, so it cannot be easier to fight and fight.

Yan Jianghe opened it again and found that Zhang Cong's book was almost finished, and the booklet was densely written.Wrong parts are also marked with red pen.

Yan Jianghe gritted his teeth and pondered: "This kid is simply not human."

Yan Jianghe thought again, Zhang Cong was tired enough recently.He had a rare conscience, and seeing that it was time for dinner, he simply rubbed his belly and walked into the kitchen by himself.

He poked around and took a look. There was still meat sauce that Zhang Cong had fried in the refrigerator.It should be very simple to make a water surface and mix it.

Yan Jianghe usually waited for Zhang Cong to come back from the studio to cook, but today he was going to reward Zhang Cong.Do something that a "brother" should do-for example, let Zhang Cong enter the house to eat noodles.

Yan Jianghe was really not good enough. He tinkered with a pot, put cold water and noodles into the pot and boiled it, and then hated the slow boiling of the pot, so he turned the bottom of the pot on the highest heat.

After the water in the pot bubbled for a long time, a layer of white foam had been lifted from the mouth of the pot, and Yan Jianghe mercifully turned it to medium heat.

After a pot of noodles was cooked, he scooped them out with chopsticks, and there was a lump of balls in the bowl.Zhang Cong's noodles are not such a sticky business.

Yan Jianghe first wondered if he and Zhang Cong were not using the same brand of noodles.But he thought about it for a while and found that there are brand manufacturers that can't rely on noodles.

Before Zhang Cong came, Yan Jianghe had this kind of cooking skills.His noodles are either soft to the point of crooked milk or hard to bite the teeth.Moderate hardness equals good luck.

Yan Jianghe stared at his "work", sighed for a long time, and poured out a pot of noodles.

Yan Jianghe was raised by Zhou Pingnan since childhood.But after work, I move out to live by myself, and I can make do with my cooking skills over time, and deal with it occasionally.But in the past half a year he had been used to something wrong by Zhang Cong, and Zhang Cong was about to enter the door with a pair of skillful hands, so Yan Jiang couldn't make do with it.

Yan Jiang and He Zheng were wasting food when there was movement at the door.

When Zhang Cong entered the door, he didn't bother to talk to Yan Meitong who came over to show his hospitality. The first task of his eyes was to find Yan Jianghe.

When he found it in the kitchen, he was stunned for a moment.Zhang Cong had never seen Yan Jianghe enter the kitchen to cook.

"... Where are you cooking?" Zhang Cong glanced at the noodles in the trash can, "..."

"The noodles are cooking, but they are too big." Yan Jianghe stood opposite the pot, not ashamed.

Zhang Cong paused, and went to wash his hands first.Then he walked up behind Yan Jianghe and stopped.

Zhang Cong stretched out an arm, walked around Yan Jianghe, and grabbed the handle of the pot.Taking advantage of the strength of holding the pot, he leaned forward slightly, and wiped his chin on Yan Jianghe's shoulder without showing any trace: "Let me do it."

Stealing sweetness and sweetness is Zhang Cong's forte.Yan Jianghe was naturally unaware.With a faint smile on his lips, Zhang Cong took the pot to refill the water: "It will be ready soon, you go out and wait."

He guessed why Yan Jiang was hungry.It seems that Yan Jianghe will rest at home in the future, he has to prepare some food in advance as a snack.

Yan Jianghe subconsciously coughed, turned and walked out.It should be that he wanted to do some personnel work but failed, and he was brooding in his heart, and he didn't feel at ease when he went outside to pet the cat, so he wandered into the kitchen after a while.

Zhang Cong has already cooked the noodles.Yan Jianghe saw him dig out a bottle of ice water from the refrigerator and pour it over the freshly scooped noodles.

"Why do you have to go through the ice water again?" Yan Jianghe stared at Zhang Cong's cooked noodles, the roots were distinct, and he looked very chewy.

"It's even more..." Zhang Cong stopped and didn't continue, "Go out, I'll fry the sauce again."

As Zhang Cong said, he washed another apple and handed it over: "Put the pad first."

Yan Jianghe: "..."

So Yan Jianghe could only grab the apple and leave.

From then on, Yan Jianghe and the kitchen abandoned each other.He made no attempt to enter again.The kitchen has completely become Zhang Cong's territory.

Zhang Cong gets up at 06:30 every morning, windy and rainy, to make breakfast.And after that, if Yan Jianghe was resting at home during the day, he would get up half an hour earlier, prepare a pot of rice paste, or squeeze juice and put it in the refrigerator.

Yan Jianghe just slept in as usual, stretched out his hand to touch when his stomach was empty.

It's just that Zhang Cong is used to Yan Jiang's ignorant behavior. I'm afraid even a god will not understand it in the future.But just right, very good.Zhang Cong wanted this result.

On the penultimate day of the summer vacation, Yan Jianghe's birthday finally arrived.

Tiangong doesn't like to be beautiful, especially for Yan Jianghe who doesn't accumulate virtue.

Yan Jianghe didn't happen to be on vacation, and he was even so busy that he was asked to stay on stage until ten o'clock in the evening for an emergency operation.

When Yan Jianghe came out of the hospital, he was bored in the summer night.He felt like old dough that had been over-fermented, being thrown into the bottom of the pot, and flipped to the other side.

He was about to drive home, but stopped after taking a few steps.Yan Jianghe saw his car, and also saw Zhang Cong.

Zhang Cong leaned against his car sideways, expressionless on his face, a pair of long legs/crossed, and the hem of his white T-shirt hanging around his waist remained motionless.

"Why are you here?" Yan Jianghe walked over.The operation was sudden, and he didn't have time to inform Zhang Cong, let alone ask Zhang Cong to drive to the hospital.

Yan Jianghe just remembered, took out his phone from his pocket to look, and found a missed call from Zhang Cong.Yan Jianghe blinked: "I didn't see it again."

Zhang Cong didn't respond, and said flatly: "I went back from the studio and found that you didn't come home and didn't answer the phone, so I knew you were busy. I came here a little after nine o'clock, and the nurse said you haven't left the operating table yet."

Yan Jiang He clicked his tongue, threw the car keys to Zhang Cong, and walked around to the co-pilot by himself: "Okay, you are so self-conscious."

Zhang Cong didn't speak, opened the driver's door and stepped into the car.He has endured hardships all day long, and his mental endurance has long been better.

Little did he know what kind of virtue Zhang Cong would become when he grew up.If the embryo is not good, it is useless to water the sun, and those shady things have never let go of his heart.

Zhang Cong can even enjoy himself while suffering. For example, he went to see Yan Jianghe while adjusting the air conditioner, thinking cunningly: "I will be more conscious in the future."

——He will be deeply rooted in Yan Jianghe's life.

As for when the present report will come, and whether he will go to hell and not be reborn, Zhang Cong doesn't care.He was already full of sins, and it was difficult for him to escape to heaven.

Zhang Cong drove very steadily, without any bumps along the way.Yan Jiang He Wo closed his eyes and rested on the sidelines, and he almost fell asleep when the house was downstairs.

Zhang Cong lowered his eyes and tilted his head to look, and reached out to touch Yan Jianghe's arm: "I'm home."

"Huh?" Yan Jianghe snorted nasally, stretched his waist, opened the car door and got out, "Finally home."

Zhang Cong locked the car and followed him upstairs.Yan Jianghe was walking in front. As soon as he opened the door, he heard the melodious movement of Yan Meitong's animal, so he bent down and pulled the cat into his arms to trim its fur.

Yan Jianghe turned to the kitchen, washed his hands and poured a glass of water to drink, turned his face and saw a piece of cake on the table.

Yan Jianghe threw Yan Meitong on the ground, opened it to see, the cake was round, not big, not as big as Yan Meitong rolled up.Yan Jianghe took a closer look, it was still chocolate, exquisite and beautiful.There is a circle of cashew nuts embedded on the side.

Yan Jianghe stretched his neck and shouted, "Zhang Cong, did you buy a cake?"

Zhang Cong walked into the kitchen: "Yes."

He looked at Yan Jianghe and smiled: "Happy birthday."

Zhang Cong said again: "It's not past twelve o'clock, and the candles are..."

"Hey." Yan Jianghe waved his hand and yawned before speaking, "Don't do it, it's too troublesome. It's all over, I'm going to be sleepy. I just want to take a shower and sleep."

Yan Jianghe glanced at the cake: "You can cut it now, we can eat some."

Zhang Cong pursed his lips, and his heart moved slowly.Sure enough, people are all inconsistent things.That's not what Yan Jianghe said when he celebrated his birthday earlier.

Zhang Cong went over to cut the cake, put it on a plate and handed it to Yan Jianghe.Yan Jianghe originally wanted to eat a piece of cake, but this cake is really tasty, soft and tender, sweet but not greasy.The ingredients are also sufficient, and there is actually a thick layer of chocolate buried in the embryo.Yan Jianghe's taste buds were enticed, and he ate another small piece.

Yan Jianghe: "Where did you buy it? There are still such affordable merchants these days? The materials are so abundant."

Naturally, there is no business that doesn't like making money.The cake was borrowed by Zhang Cong from the bakery's site, and he gave someone money to go in with the materials and make it himself.He spent the whole afternoon on the cake.Of course, Yan Jianghe wouldn't know.

Zhang Cong only said: "I added money and asked for a custom order."

"Oh." Yan Jianghe nodded, understanding.

Too bad he just got shit.

Yan Jianghe thumped his shoulder twice, shook his neck and walked into the room.He took off his pajamas and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Halfway through washing, he remembered: "Didn't I ask Zhang Cong for a painting as a birthday present?"

So Yan Jianghe, with a bead of water on his head, went out of the bathroom and asked unceremoniously, "Where's my painting? Where's the gift?"

Look, it's actually very easy to draw honey from Yan Jianghe's body.

Zhang Cong turned and walked into his room: "I'll bring it to you. I took it back from the studio, and it's in the room."

"Hurry up." Yan Jianghe immediately became interested, and the sleepiness swept him away for two miles.He went to the bathroom to dry his hair, and couldn't help but stare wide when he came out again.His drowsiness completely rolled away from Nine Heavens.

There is a painting on the sofa.Zhang Cong used a piece of 4k paper, not a watercolor, but an oil painting.

The sky is beautiful, like a mix of night and dawn.The stars are wrapped in a deep beauty, which can attract people into the vortex of the universe at a glance.

The sky broke through the sky, and the hanging cloud broke open a scar.A handful of sunlight gradually thinned out, and the stars fell on the bare and empty land.This ground is empty and empty, even the sand and gravel are endless and flat, with no fluctuations in life.

There is fine snow falling around the frame, and occasionally a few points can reflect a glimmer of light.And Yan Jianghe was in the middle, with the hem of his clothes blowing up in the wind, and half of his shoulders covered in brilliance, he walked towards him.

——Just like in the middle of winter, he walked into Zhang Cong's desolate life like that.

"This is too..." Yan Jianghe squatted on the ground to watch, his clever mouth was sometimes too poor for words.

"Does it look good?" Zhang Cong stared at Yan Jianghe's hair, and suddenly wanted to bend down and kiss him.He gritted his teeth subconsciously to restrain this thought, and did not let it take action.

"It's beautiful." Yan Jianghe didn't blink, and wanted to reach out to touch it but didn't dare to touch it, and continued to stare.

Yan Meitong's bastard, taking advantage of Yan Jianghe's full concentration, jumped up and raised his paw to scratch Yan Jianghe's ass.And Yan Jianghe didn't have time to talk to it right now.

Zhang Cong: "..."

Zhang Cong frowned, grabbed Yan Meitong's neck and squeezed her back.Yan Meitong lay on the ground, her beautiful eyes blinked and blinked, she felt wronged, and her belly meowed.

"The clothes on me in the painting belong to you, right?" Yan Jianghe finally stood up, pointing to the painting and said, "Isn't this blue-gray gradient cotton coat I bought for you before?"

Zhang Cong's selfishness under the skin has been twisted so many layers, but his face is still artificially calm.

Zhang Cong spread rumors calmly: "Put this color in, and the composition is more beautiful. I just used that dress as a reference."

"Oh." Yan Jianghe nodded.He has no artistic attainments, let alone artistic inspiration, so naturally Zhang Cong said what he said.

"Thank you." Yan Jianghe looked at the painting again, smacked his lips and said, "I have to get a photo frame and put it in it."

"..." Zhang Cong was stunned for a moment, "No need."

"Just laying it out like this will definitely attract ashes." Yan Jianghe said, "It would be a pity to roll it up and put it in a cabinet."

Zhang Cong's temples began to hurt.He didn't understand why Yan Jianghe was always one foot taller than him, and could destroy his life with a few words of mouth: "..."

Yan Jianghe suddenly bent his eyes and smiled, and his tone was deliberately picky: "Why, I'm sorry? Why don't you blush when you're ashamed?"

He looked at Zhang Cong's face meanly again: "No matter how you look at it, you are still white-skinned."

Zhang Cong: "..."

Zhang Cong suppressed his breathing, and shut all his internal organs into the dark little black room.The innocence disease that he dug out in the dark made a mistake again.Zhang Cong glanced at Yan Jianghe, turned around and left, went straight to his room, and closed the door.

Yan Jianghe was bluffing and laughing behind his back, resting his butt on the sofa for comfort, using his feet to tease Yan Meitong.

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Yan Jianghe: Are you a scheming bitch or a white lotus?

Zhang Cong: Is there any difference?Besides, I am obviously innocent.

Yan Jianghe: ...

Happy New Year’s Eve everyone, Happy New Year (′??`?)σ??