no way

Zhang Cong finally decided to take the Academy of Fine Arts exam.Although it was a pity for the marks on the test paper, Yan Jianghe naturally agreed with both hands when he thought of his red roses blooming more, and he was very happy.

So in addition to the school courses, Zhang Cong had to run desperately to the studio. Yan Jianghe didn't let Zhang Cong do the Azure job.It's better not to go, since Zhong Ning found out, every time Zhang Cong met Zhong Ning, each other would feel uncomfortable.

Zhang Cong was indeed very busy.But he has always given priority to fiddling with family affairs, Yan Jianghe can't rob him, let alone have the heart to rob him. ——The biggest substantive care Yan Jianghe gave Zhang Cong was that sometimes he would order takeaways in advance.

It's just that once he gets busy, all four things are empty in his mind, so that Yan Jianghe's ordering speed is too slow, and he often can't keep up with Zhang Cong's cooking speed.

Day-by-day intensive, vulgar, but also real.

It's a pity that among the clichés spawned in the world of fireworks, there is a saying "twists and turns".

I only sigh that if God is so dumbfounded, he will never lose the chain when he is tossing people.Especially against Zhang Cong's unconscionable stuff, retaliation is based on the so-called "heaven is good for reincarnation" and "heaven spares who".

Zhang Cong kept his eyes on Yan Jianghe's side, and it was a period of silence.Except for his own viscera and six internal organs, and self-harm with passion/desire, he has not suffered much turmoil. Compared with his usual, it is called "the world is peaceful".

But Zhang Cong is a coward, and "Taiping" is trying to win him over, and he always wants Waterloo.When the winter wind gradually blew through the thick soil in the north, Zhang Cong's long-lost filth and astringency woke up again, and he appeared to meet the border.

In fact, it is not considered a stormy sea.Zhang Cong just ran into an old friend—his own mother who had disappeared for nearly nine years.

Thinking about it carefully, the appearance of this woman was not too sudden.Although she disappeared from Zhang Cong's life for so long, it was not without warning signs.

Before Zhang Hanma rolled into the hall, he asked the police to throw a bank card to Zhang Cong, accompanied by a bomb—his mother would occasionally transfer money over the past eight years.

This also proves that Zhang Cong's "mother" has been haunting Zhang Cong's age like a ghost.She might have even paid attention to Zhang Cong silently somewhere, but she never showed up.

Also, ghosts are ghosts, how could they show up?But Zhang Cong has been running into ghosts all the time, and ghosts and ghosts are frequent visitors to him.

Without exception, his own mother, as one of them, was also picked out by Zhang Cong himself.

For two or three days in a row, when Zhang Cong went to and from school, including going to the studio, he always felt that someone was following him.It should not be an illusion.

Zhang Cong was also followed when he was fifteen or sixteen years old.Zhang Hanma owes money to offend people outside, and debt collectors always have all kinds of tricks.There are people who carry sticks and smash the house openly, and there are people who sneak around and threaten children with their buttocks...

Of course, it is not ruled out that Zhang Cong himself is oversensitive.Maybe no one followed him at all.After all, the person "Zhang Hanma" has already been drawn beyond the watershed.

So Zhang Cong didn't take his strange feeling seriously until it lasted for a week.Zhang Cong finally made a mistake.

It has nothing to do with Zhang Hanma.He is not a big girl like a flower and a jade, even if there is a pervert, what do you do with him?Or is there someone in the school who dislikes him and deliberately annoys him?It's not like Zhang Cong has never done such a bastard thing before.

——He wanted to see what the hell was going on.

On weekends, Zhang Cong came out of the studio early at dawn. After hesitating for a while, he finally took a utility knife in his pocket for protection.

When Zhang Cong returned home, he didn't take the usual route. He was not a good guy, his own father dared to strangle him to death, and he was more habitual and bold when encountering sneaky and crooked things, so he specially changed a route to go through the alley.

Sure enough, before walking half a street away, the feeling of being followed came again.Zhang Cong frowned, rubbing the utility knife in his pocket.

After turning into the alley, unlike the main road, there are no people around, and it is basically empty.Zhang Cong paid close attention to what was behind him, quickly turned his head and glanced sideways, and found that a thin woman was following him not too far away.

woman?

Zhang Cong didn't touch the utility knife in his pocket anymore, put his hand back to his side, and continued to walk forward without showing any trace.When passing by a doorway, Zhang Cong suddenly quickened his pace, turned a corner and hid in.

The sound of heels hitting the ground was getting closer.It sounds a little rushed, but not so harsh, it should not be a very pointed heel, it feels like a more solid wedge heel.

The woman is very plainly dressed and not eye-catching. According to visual inspection, she is in her 40s, with a height of about 1.6 meters [-], and her long hair hangs down her shoulders.You can see that her skin is very fair.

Zhang Cong was sure that she followed him all the way.Because she turned a corner, stopped with her back to the doorway, and began to look around anxiously. ——This is the performance of her losing Zhang Cong.

Zhang Cong walked out quietly from the doorway, standing behind the woman, his whole body was on guard.

Zhang Cong looked down at the back of her head and said coldly, "Why are you following me?"

The back of the woman in front suddenly stiffened.She stood there for a few seconds, then turned around like a machine, and stared at Zhang Cong in disbelief, her eyes were wet in a moment.She shook her lips, but couldn't utter a word.

The moment he saw the face opposite, Zhang Cong also froze in place.An indigestible sense of familiarity emerged in Zhang Cong's mind.This feeling made Zhang Cong very uncomfortable, as if something was about to come out, but he was suddenly grabbed by the throat and fell into suffocation.

Zhang Cong thought frantically, "Why didn't I ask who she is?"

At this time, the woman was finally able to speak, and she called out like a mosquito, "Xiao Cong..."

Xiaocong?

The woman tried to stretch out her hands, as if trying to touch Zhang Cong, but Zhang Cong took a step back and avoided it: "Xiao Cong, do you remember me? I am mother..."

"Shut up." Zhang Cong quickly interrupted, the two words folded into glue and dropped his fingers. —He wants to stop a certain title.

The woman was suffocated by him, and became dumb again, her eyes were red and swollen.In her confidant, all the words that had been prepared about the "reunion" suddenly disappeared.

Perhaps blood is really a wonderful thing.Zhang Congming had long forgotten her appearance, but when he saw her face to face, he could recognize her—this was his own mother.

After realizing this, Zhang Cong subconsciously took two steps back, and the woman on the opposite side actually took two steps forward.She tried to catch Zhang Cong's arm again, but was in vain again, and her mouth was vague: "Xiao Cong, I..."

"Get out. Don't follow me anymore." Zhang Cong's voice was cold and scumbag, and his words didn't go through his brain at all.He didn't look at the other person's expression any more, and quickly turned around and left.

It's fucking, he knows it.But what does "mother" shit have to do with him?What is she doing back here?

Zhang Cong walked forward a dozen steps, but no one followed, but Zhang Cong was sure, so she stood behind and watched.Zhang Cong needs to increase the distance between them.She is not moving, so Zhang Cong has to move.

Even so, Zhang Cong repeatedly warned himself "don't run", "don't run".This is outrageous.It was as if he would be touched by someone who suddenly appeared behind him.This is disgusting.

But Zhang Cong's feet became two traitors.He was caught off guard by his own legs.Zhang Cong ran so fast that he disappeared from the shadow in a flash, and he didn't know the direction when he went on a rampage.

This caused Zhang Cong to wander around with his head sullen for a long time before finally digging out of the alley.He put the brakes on the side of the main road, and his eyes fell on a trash can.

There is the sound of wheels scraping the road.If you are more careful, you can still hear the sound of the thin layer of soil adhering to the tire cracking.Occasionally, small stones will be knocked up and collapsed to the side.

Zhang Cong's breathing gradually became steady.He paused, and took out a lollipop from his pocket.But before he peeled off the candy wrapper and put it in his mouth, he took out all the candies left in his pocket, about six or seven sticks, Zhang Cong didn't count them.He went straight to the trash can and threw it all in.

Zhang Cong is probably a person who is naturally "extravagant and wasteful" in his bones.He actually threw a lot of things into the trash can, ranging from bank cards to small candy wrappers.

Now it's sugar and paper.Zhang Cong thought of the dirty house on Xindong Street again - he also threw away the key, just the second day he lived in Yan Jianghe's house.

What does he want these for?Zhang Cong found that his mind had started to mess up.Then the messy mind suddenly thought: "Her name is Tao Jingyi."

Zhang Cong was finally in a daze - how could he still remember her name?It's clearly not a common name that is too bad.

Zhang Cong found that his reunion with his biological mother was as rotten as his own life.Smack and touch it in retrospect, it's like a dog's blood dripping.But not large enough.There are no scenes between them that are enough to "cry the sky and grab the ground" in the drama, and they are too mediocre to be satirical.

In fact, Zhang Cong has never imagined the scene of reuniting with the "mother"... No, he has never imagined how he can compare words like "crying"? —He dared not dream, no, he dared not admit that he fancied.

Zhang Cong stood there for a long time, until it was completely dark before he moved his legs and walked away.

Zhang Cong got into a supermarket.At this time, he really wanted to pick up his addiction.Zhang Cong stared at the cigarette shelf for about 2 minutes.Zhang Cong was about to open his mouth when the supermarket owner asked him "what do you want to buy" for the third time.

He was probably a little thirsty from running, and his lips were slightly stuck together, and when they were separated, he could vaguely feel the slight tugging between the epidermis.

Zhang Cong's throat was about to make a sound when his cell phone rang.It's the song whatarewords.

Zhang Cong's Adam's apple was stiff, so he took out his cell phone and took a look, it was Yan Jianghe's call.He let out a breath and picked it up.

Yan Jianghe's voice came from the opposite side immediately: "Where have you been? You haven't come back yet."

Zhang Cong waved to the supermarket owner who had been watching him, turned and walked out: "I'm almost home. I stayed in the studio for a while today. Have you gone back?"

When Zhang Cong opened the door and left the supermarket, he heard the supermarket owner whispering in one ear that he was "crazy".

At the same time, the other ear caught Yan Jianghe's smiling voice: "I got off work early today. I'm already home."

The chilly air outside hit Zhang Cong's face.Street lights can only illuminate the night if they are dazzlingly bright.Zhang Cong saw that the lantern would be pierced, so he didn't bother to look at it.His eyes were only shadowed in the darkness, and his eyelids were cold when he blinked.

——Zhang Cong subconsciously paid attention to the woman passing by on the road, a woman in her 40s.Zhang Cong found that most of these women were the same. They wore plain-colored coats, mostly leather shoes with not-so-sharp heels, and quite a few had long hair.

Yan Jianghe was still talking: "I've ordered takeaway, and I'll have steak rice tonight. I don't think there's much fruit in the refrigerator, so you can buy some by the way."

Zhang Cong stared at the women passing by one by one, and heard his own heartbeat.His heartbeat fluctuated and sank, shaking so much that it gave him goosebumps.

Zhang Cong's arm holding the phone was crawling on the chicken skin, and he did not lose his ability to put on airs. He was still indifferent and asked Yan Jianghe quite flatly: "What fruit do you want to eat?"

"Look and buy some." Yan Jianghe thought for a while, then said, "Buy two boxes of jackfruit."

"Okay." Zhang Cong responded.These women in his eyes are not her.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Cong put the phone back in his pocket, lowered his head and only looked at the road under his feet.Zhang Cong walked slowly along the road to the fruit shop - he was going to buy jackfruit for Yan Jianghe.