no way

Yan Jianghe kept his hands on, bullying the ability of the cat's stomach, and his head was full of problems.And the dish is really going to be hot.When Yan Jianghe saw Zhang Cong walking in with a plate of fried pork with chili in his left hand and a plate of fungus and yam in his right, he was about to stop the blood clot.

Yan Jiang had no choice but to be "bombed" out of the kitchen with Yan Meitong and sent outside to wait for food and drink.

It must have been irritated by Zhang Cong's response, so Yan Jianghe went out and sat at the table, covering the stool with his butt.He frowned and was worried, and his hands didn't matter how heavy he was. He accidentally rubbed the kitten in his arms sorely.

Yan Meitong has always been a sissy, and has never exploded, but her belly is precious. At this moment, she suddenly screamed, rolled on her four legs, and quickly jumped off Yan Jianghe's body.Its tail is turned upside down, its colorful eyes are staring, and it is complaining about Yan Jianghe meowingly.

"..." Yan Jianghe also stared at it.He has so little empathy, he actually grabbed a beast to make a punching bag, and asked the cat in a bad tone, "Does it hurt?"

Yan Meitong replied with a "meow".

Yan Jianghe snorted again, rolled his eyes towards the kitchen, and muttered in a low voice, "My heart hurts too."

Yan Meitong really complained of suffering, so she could only continue to "meow me".It's an unlucky beast, it doesn't understand, what the hell is it?It hurts the skin, the fur hurts only when Yan Jianghe cuts it hard.

Yan Jianghe continued to chant sutras: "What's the matter? My little ancestor..."

Zhang Cong came out of the kitchen with the dishes at this time, Yan Jianghe suddenly closed his mouth and looked over, and saw Zhang Cong put the two dishes on the table as if nothing had happened—the dishes were smelling hot.

Yan Meitong's eyeballs are very good at catching color, and when it saw Zhang Cong coming out, it quickly turned its buttocks over, blinked its eyes and acted like a baby, and took off Zhang Cong's slippers without letting go of its claws.

Zhang Cong squatted down and touched the cat's head: "I heard it calling just now when I was loading the plate, what's the matter?"

"..." Yan Jianghe paused, then touched the bridge of his nose subconsciously, "I played with it just now, maybe I got too strong and hurt it."

Yan Meitong tilted her neck, put her cat's face into Zhang Cong's palm, and made another groaning sound very fittingly, as if to accuse.

Yan Jianghe: "..."

Zhang Cong picked up Yan Meitong and looked back and forth twice: "It's nothing." He patted the cat's head and went to dig out a box of canned food to feed the cat.Yan Meitong saw that the food was only poking out her buttocks, so she quickly stuck her head in the rice bowl, and stopped being a demon.

"This cat has been pampered by you." Zhang Cong looked at Yan Jianghe and said softly.

Yan Jianghe: "..."

It is indeed pampered.Yan Meitong used to be a disabled stray cat that no one wanted, skinny and dirty.Now being raised by Yan Jianghe, she is dressed in shiny and soft white fur, plus a pair of beautiful moves.It has nothing to do with coquettish, but also can play rascal.

In fact, Yan Meitong is exactly the same as Zhang Cong, they were all picked up by Yan Jianghe from the immoral area of ​​Xindong Street.And if you say spoiled, why not Zhang Cong?

Zhang Cong's words were more like a comment on himself - Zhang Cong had been comfortable for too long, and he was delusional towards Yan Jianghe day and night.Yan Jiang He is used to it all.

Since Yan Jianghe pampered him, Zhang Cong wondered if he could also imitate Yan Meitong—act like a spoiled child.So Zhang Cong specifically called out to Yan Jianghe: "Brother."

——Zhang Cong knew that with Tao Jingyi, Yan Jianghe wouldn't drive him out.But he just wanted to scream.Yes, he is being coquettish.Relying on favor and being "jiao".

Zhang Cong looked at Yan Jianghe right and wrong, and called out again in a steady tone, "Brother."

Yan Jianghe didn't know how to start a conversation with Zhang Cong. Since Zhang Cong spoke first, he was more willing to wait for Zhang Cong to speak.But after Zhang Cong called "Brother" twice, there was no further text.

Yan Jiang was so anxious that his scalp became numb, so he could only ask, "Huh?"

He cursed inwardly, thinking painfully and angrily: "This bastard is talking!"

Unexpectedly, Zhang Cong smiled faintly at him and said, "Wash your hands and continue eating."

Yan Jianghe: "..."

Zhang Cong's words almost caused Yan Jianghe to raise his hand and overturn the dishes.After Zhang Cong finished speaking, he went to wash his hands. Yan Jianghe felt uncomfortable sitting, so he had to stand up too.After Zhang Cong finished washing his hands, he also washed them, and then the two continued to eat "harmoniously".

Yan Jianghe's meal was so rare that he couldn't taste it, and Zhang Cong wiped out his careless temper, as if he had seen a ghost.

"When did you see her?" "Are you feeling uncomfortable?" "Are you okay?" "She said she wanted to see you, what are you going to do?" What the role should ask.But he couldn't open his mouth anyway.It's never been this difficult before.But now that he is closer to Zhang Cong, he has become a perfect kid.

As long as Yan Jianghe looked up and saw Zhang Cong's unhappy face, his mouth would be sealed.He was as uncomfortable as a joke when he dealt with a young boy, and his mind began to keep recalling Zhang Cong's way of grabbing the phone just now.

Yan Jianghe thought about it, and the roots of his hair were knocked upside down. —— Zhang Cong talked to his own mother like that, how uncomfortable would it be?That was the mother who had abandoned him for nine years.

Yan Jianghe couldn't eat anymore, he sighed, pulled away his chopsticks, and finally raised his voice and said, "Zhang Cong, you..."

"It's time for me to go to the studio." Zhang Cong also put down his chopsticks.

"..." So Yan Jianghe's voice fell down again, which he had raised with great effort.

Zhang Cong said and stood up: "You don't need to close the table, just put it away after eating, and clean it up when I come back."

Yan Jianghe: "..."

Zhang Cong went to his room to put on his coat, put on his bag and carried it on his back.When he came out, he said to Yan Jianghe: "Go ahead and eat some, it's too little. There are fruits in the refrigerator, take them out before eating, otherwise it will be too cold."

The corner of Yan Jianghe's mouth twitched, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles by Zhang Cong's nagging.He quickly stood up and walked towards Zhang Cong subconsciously, his eyebrows locked again.He can't let this bastard go like this, he's too worried.

Seeing Yan Jianghe approaching, Zhang Cong's internal organs kept going up and down.He gritted his teeth and didn't hold back, and finally stretched out his arms to grab Yan Jianghe's sleeves, took a step forward, and wrapped him in his arms and hugged him gently. ——He didn't dare to hug her tightly, afraid of using force.

"Hey, why..." Yan Jianghe obviously didn't expect Zhang Cong to hug him so suddenly, he was startled, and it took him a while to react.Yan Jianghe felt a little awkward, and also a little strange.

But he didn't push Zhang Cong away, but stretched out his hand without thinking. For a moment, he patted Zhang Cong's back twice with his palm.

Such an act of seeking comfort should definitely not belong to Zhang Cong.But Zhang Cong did it.

Why did Yan Jiang have no confidence to judge Tao Jingyi's influence on Zhang Cong.He just kept fermenting and inflating his "distress" in surprise through Zhang Cong's abnormal behavior.

Zhang Cong closed his eyes, and put the tip of his nose against Yan Jianghe's neck.He suppressed it and quietly took a deep breath.Like a wild wolf hiding its sharp fangs, to hide the trembling deep in his chest.

Zhang Cong let go of Yan Jianghe after he took a breath. He didn't dare to hug or speak any more, but hesitated, "I'm fine. Let's talk when I come back tonight. I'm also in a mess now."

Yan Jianghe's heart swayed for a moment.

According to this posture, Zhang Cong is willing to talk to him.At the same time, Yan Jianghe figured out why he was almost suffocated just now——Zhang Cong's reticence and his irrelevant behavior of bragging made him feel very nervous.

Yan Jianghe looked at Zhang Cong for a while: "Come back from the studio early."

He slapped Zhang Cong on the shoulder again: "Hey, go."

Zhang Cong opened the door and left.

Yan Jianghe stood at the door, heaved a long sigh and became nervous, and after running around eight times, he turned back to the table.Without Zhang Cong, he lost even more interest in the half of the dishes left on the table.

Yan Jianghe sat back on the stool again.Yan Meitong is a good-for-nothing who doesn't remember to eat or beat, after eating the canned food, she jumps to Yan Jianghe's feet.Yan Jianghe glanced at it with lowered eyes, grabbed a pair of cat's front legs and hung Yan Meitong on his knees.

One person and one cat sat quietly for a long time, Yan Meitong even dozed off on Yan Jianghe's lap, Yan Jianghe stood up with the cat in his arms.

He threw Yan Meitong into the cat litter—the cat litter was changed again when it was cold, this time it was in the shape of an orange sunflower.In the middle is a round hole covered with yellow hair, surrounded by stretched petals.

This look must have been bought by Yan Jianghe.Yes, Yan Jianghe also changed Zhang Cong's phone case.This time, he didn't prick his ears, but a dog's tail drooped behind his head.After snapping the tail twice, it can also be used as a stand.

Yan Jianghe lived a lazy life, but instead enjoyed making fools of himself with these messy things.

Yan Meitong arched away to be embraced by flowers and fell asleep, and Yan Jianghe started to clean up the dining table.He didn't listen to Zhang Cong's words, and worked as a dishwasher for a long time.After washing, Yan Jianghe fell on the sofa and pulled out his professional book.

Zhang Cong came back after six o'clock in the evening, and Yan Jianghe had already ordered a table of takeaways in advance.He specially selected a dish of sweet and sour pork ribs to feed Zhang Cong and make Zhang Cong comfortable.

Zhang Cong didn't tell the truth when he saw it, and gnawed on the ribs.He was also polite, knocked a plate of pork ribs clean before leaving the table.Yan Jianghe watched Zhang Cong's appetite, and his heart dropped again.

After the meal, Zhang Cong huddled in the house to write the paper after clearing the dining table, and the writing was unshakable.

Yan Jianghe had no choice but to sit aside and wait.He waited so hard that he couldn't even read the book.In the end, when he was free, he went to the refrigerator and saw a large bottle of fresh orange juice that Zhang Cong had squeezed earlier.

He poured out a glass and drank it himself, and thought it tasted good, so he poured another glass for Zhang Cong and sent it to him.

Yan Jianghe has never done such a conscientious thing to spoil a child.In fact, logically speaking, it is not uncommon for family members to send food and drink to other people's homes when senior high school candidates light up the lamp to review.

But it was really the first time for Yan Jianghe to throw people like this.He entered the room with a glass of orange juice alone, looked at Zhang Cong's desk, and found that the unlucky books were piled up to the brim.

Zhang Cong squinted his eyes at the orange juice, then at Yan Jianghe.

Yan Jianghe: "Take a break when you're done writing."

"Yeah." Zhang Cong tilted his head slightly, holding a golden math test paper on his elbow, resting his chin on his palm, looking up, not leaving Yan Jianghe, "You should rest tomorrow?"

"Yes." Yan Jianghe replied.

"Then..." Zhang Cong lowered his eyelids, and his dark eyelashes cast a blur in his eyes, "Then you go to bed later tonight?"

"Okay." Yan Jianghe said quickly.He understood that Zhang Cong told him to go to bed later because he wanted to talk about Tao Jingyi.

Yan Jianghe sighed: "You really don't want to mention it slowly. Of course, if you don't understand anything, you don't have to think about it. You can tell me. I don't want you to explain anything, and there is no need for conclusions. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Yeah." Zhang Cong picked up the pen to write the paper again.

"I can sleep until eleven o'clock tomorrow." Yan Jianghe put down these words, turned and went out.

Zhang Cong's pen tip touched the paper, and a dot of ink came out.

——If the missing things come out of nowhere, they will always take the form of hurting people and being riddled with holes.

Zhang Cong fought the blockade, the lock cylinder grew into the bone gap and rusted, even the flesh was torn, and the blood vessels were twisted and twisted in the lockway.

Yan Jianghe knew that he was sad.Why is Yan Jiang worried about him.

Zhang Cong threw away the pen, and suddenly found that Yan Meitong had slipped into his room at some point, and was lying under his table, staring at his feet.

Zhang Cong: "..."

Zhang Cong looked at Yan Meitong, and then looked up at the orange juice on the corner of the table—Yan Jianghe put it earlier, and put it in the small corner next to the table next to the bed.This position was chosen with great trepidation.

Zhang Cong stood up, his chest and lungs were blackened.He stretched out his arms and put his hand on the glass of orange juice.

Yan Jianghe poured it for him, and he had to take a sip first.After drinking, Zhang Cong dropped the bottom of the cup back to its original place.With a sweet and sour taste in his mouth, he swiped his wrist lightly, and the cup was abducted by him.The orange juice in it spilled out, and all of them rushed to the soft quilt on Zhang Cong's bed.

Then, the glass rolled a few times on the quilt, and finally stopped.There is still some bright orange juice in it, which lies flat in the cup and slowly flows out.

Only then did Zhang Cong walk to the bed and bend down to pick up the cup. He moved the things on the table and put the cup on it firmly.

Zhang Cong thought: "I must steal more from Yan Jianghe."

——His body, which has been displaced and crowded with wars and horses, must be closer to the safe harbor.