no way

Zhang Cong took out some toilet paper and sat on the edge of the bed to wipe the quilt.

His head was soaked in a large area, and he was dizzy.After rubbing, he threw the paper away, and then turned to look at Yan Meitong.Yan Meitong had already protruded from under the table, and was looking up at Zhang Cong, probably not understanding why he was such a moth.

Zhang Cong stood up and organized his schoolbag carefully. He hadn't finished his homework yet, but he wasn't going to do it.

The bathroom couldn't be opened, so Zhang Cong simply poured a basin of water into the room, took off the quilt cover, poured salt on the quilt head and quilt cover, and slowly rubbed the orange juice stains on it with soap.

Zhang Cong rubbed a lot, the orange juice was washed off, but the quilt was wet into a bigger piece, obviously it couldn't be covered tonight.

When Zhang Cong was carrying water to the bathroom, Yan Jianghe pushed the door open, looked at him and asked, "What are you fussing about?"

Zhang Cong said lightly: "Orange juice was spilled on the quilt. I'll wash it. I'm afraid the color of the orange juice won't be washed off after a long time."

"Is the quilt covered?" Yan Jianghe was taken aback, then turned to walk into Zhang Cong's room, "Why did you get the quilt covered?"

Yan Meitong stretched her four legs by Zhang Cong's doorway, she was elongating her body to look smooth, and she was posing lazily.Then Zhang Cong replied: "Yan Meitong jumped on my table, and the glass of orange juice was knocked down by it, and it was placed too far to the side, so it fell on the quilt."

Yan Jianghe raised his eyebrows, and looked at Yan Meitong with unfriendly eyes.When he passed by Zhang Cong's door, he tiptoed the cat's butt by the way.

Yan Meitong stretched her waist lazily, and a sudden and unexpected disaster happened. After being blocked like this, all her pretences would be ruined.The whole cat was in a daze, groaning loudly, staggered its legs, lay on its belly, stood up quickly, turned its head up, and stared at Yan Jianghe's back, it was unbelievable—why did Yan Jianghe kick it for no reason?

Zhang Cong watched from the sidelines, feeling no qualm at all.In other words, he is not a joke, he is a bastard by nature.It's fine if you don't do good deeds, and pretend to be a victim, planting the blame on a beautiful-eyed cat.

Yan Jianghe went into Zhang Cong's room to look at the quilt, and when he came out, he grinned at Yan Meitong for a while.When he scolded people, he had great powers, and taught the beasts that they still don't care about east, west, north, and south, in order to avenge Zhang Cong.Finally, pointing at Yan Meitong, he questioned: "As long as you are able, why don't you go to the house to expose the tiles?"

Yan Meitong got a stinking meal, and innocently huddled into the cat's litter, not daring to show her head, and turned into a fluffy sunflower.

This also proves that Yan Meitong is not perfect.Otherwise, it would be such a scapegoat, and if it has a little bit of morality, it will definitely jump up and grab Zhang Cong's pretentious face in a rebellious manner.

Zhang Cong was more thoughtful. He dried the quilt and threw the quilt cover into the washing machine. Seeing that Yan Jianghe had taught him the same lesson, he pleaded for Yan Meitong, and said with deep understanding, "Okay, what are you scolding a cat for?"

"..." Yan Jianghe sighed.He really didn't understand why Zhang Cong was so small.Not to mention the flying dogs and dogs on this day, Yan Meitong has to come over to make trouble.

Yan Jianghe frowned and said, "The quilt is so wet, what are you covering tonight?"

There have always been two thick quilts at home, one for Yan Jianghe and one for Zhang Cong.The two rough men didn't prepare anything extra.

Zhang Cong paused, turned around and walked into Yan Jianghe's room, and went to pull out the cabinet: "Just find a bed and cover it with a thin quilt."

"Aren't you talking nonsense?" Yan Jianghe clicked his tongue, clearly disapproving, "The heater hasn't been turned on yet, and it's cold in the room, so you'd rather catch a cold, wouldn't you?"

This season just turned to winter, and the heating can only come up every few days.In the first half of the month in the north, it is very cold inside and outside the house, and it is very cold.Yan Jianghe sleeps with a thick quilt, and his nose is cold when he wakes up in the morning, so he will never make Zhang Cong hang up a thin quilt to be blind.

"It's okay." Zhang Cong said indifferently.

His abacus was crackling, and he was the clearest in calculating the accounts of demons, even better than the evil ghosts and ghosts full of evil and difficult to overcome.

Yan Jianghe followed into the room and saw Zhang Cong pulling out a spring and autumn thin quilt, so he grabbed his arm and said, "Stop messing around. I'm a double quilt, you sleep with me tonight."

How could Yan Jianghe play with Zhang Cong's mind?He only has to fall into it for Taoism.

"Oh." Zhang Cong responded.

Zhang Cong was not too ungrateful, and went to add half a box of canned food to Yan Meitong for supper, and thanked Yan Meitong.After all, people were scolded because of him, and got sweet things for him.

Yan Meitong deserved it too.Animals have no IQ, and they were sluggish just now, but now they are shaking their heads excitedly after seeing the canned food. That virtue is very grateful to Zhang Cong.

Zhang Cong's mouth finally brought up a smile.In the past few days, his heart was like a landmine, so suppressed that he wanted to blow his scalp and explode.The smile that came from the heart at this moment, he really thought it was stolen by him with all his efforts, it was hard-won.

Zhang Cong and Yan Jianghe have been in the same bed twice.Once he was sick and lived in He's house in Yanjiang.The other time was the night when Mr. Feng left.And this is the third time.

When Zhang Cong finished washing and entered the room, Yan Jianghe had already packed everything and was already on the bed.Yan Jianghe was wearing a set of beige home clothes. Zhang Cong knew that the fabric of this suit was very soft and comfortable.

"What are you doing standing there, come here." Yan Jianghe said, patting his side with his hands, leaving half of the space for Zhang Cong.

Zhang Cong blinked quickly, his Adam's apple rolled up and down uncontrollably.Yan Jianghe's "invitation" made his impure mind a little restless.

Zhang Cong breathed a sigh of relief, went to the bed and lay down.Yan Jianghe lifted the quilt casually and put it on Zhang Cong's body—they were on the same quilt and in the same bed.

There was too much waste in Zhang Cong's mind, he was afraid that something would happen to him, so he quickly turned around and turned his back on Yan Jianghe.

Yan Jianghe raised his hand to turn off the light, and also slipped into the bed, staring at the back of Zhang Cong's head.

In the dead of night, it is easy to stir up nerves and make people sentimental.In particular, Zhang Cong didn't say a word, and just threw a lonely back into Yan Jianghe's eyes.The boy's back was blurred in the darkness, and the shoulder blades and spine slowly grew, ready to show strength.

But such a vigorous young man has always been so lonely.Counting Zhang Cong's growth, all are torn apart in extreme loneliness.Even if he lived a good life with Yan Jianghe for a few days, Yan Jianghe had no blood relationship with Zhang Cong after all.

Certain things can be dissolved in water and converge. "Family love" is an inherent instinct of life, and no emotion can replace it, let alone compare it.

Zhang Cong's instinct was cut off hysterically.Hacked into a large horrible scar.It hurts the fingertips to the touch, and when the ten fingers connect to the heart, it hurts the chest.

Yan Jianghe was depressed, and reached out to pat Zhang Cong's arm lightly.

Zhang Cong's heart twitched suddenly when Yan Jianghe patted it.The charming things are too superficial, and the waves of fiery sincerity come surging.

——In his barren world, only Yan Jianghe can make him feel the original enthusiasm of life.

The scalding hotness of the blood spurting tore apart the soul, giving him life as a walking corpse.Only Yan Jianghe can keep him alive.

Only Yan Jianghe.

And Zhang Cong's "uniqueness" called him behind him: "Zhang Cong."

Zhang Cong thought for a moment - if Yan Jianghe could keep calling him by his name, he could go to the mountains of swords and seas of fire, and death would be worth it.

"We met a week ago." Zhang Cong's words came out suddenly, not as laborious as expected.

In front of Yan Jianghe, he has always been like this.Whether he is willing or not subjectively.He would always dig himself out at Yan Jianghe's place.Any brutal weapon that kills gods and Buddhas will be weak when it meets Yan Jianghe.His fragility will be shattered, and then his sincerity, which is scorched into molten iron, will leak out bit by bit.

Zhang Cong: "She has found me a long time ago. I found out that she was following me."

Yan Jianghe paused for a moment, and said, "She must have been following you because she didn't dare to show her face and wanted to see you."

Zhang Cong closed his eyes, and the air was quiet for a long time.With countless distances on the floor, Yan Meitong's coquettish "meow" turned into the crack of the door eloquently.

Zhang Cong opened his eyes again, his dark pupils had adapted to the surrounding darkness, and he could see the outline of the furnishings in Yan Jianghe's room.He suddenly said: "I was in an Internet cafe once and watched a video about a mother giving birth."

"..." Yan Jianghe turned over and faced the ceiling, he said helplessly, "Why can you watch everything in the Internet cafe?"

Zhang Cong: "I was in the third year of junior high school. I didn't want to go to school. I was hanging out all day. I went to an Internet cafe to watch the computer. I don't like playing games very much. I have a lot of time to do nothing. I'm just watching blindly."

Yan Jianghe laughed lightly and commented: "It's really immoral to employ child labor."

"Employing child labor is not all immoral." Zhang Cong couldn't say anything that was normal.

Yan Jianghe didn't say anything more.Those who have no father and no mother are orphans. If they can enter an orphanage, how can they have a father and mother, a "home" but no one to take care of them?

Among all the dirty phenomena, some of them are rationally produced in response to social pollution.This is why reality is inertially isolated from ideals, compared to cruelty and ugliness.

Zhang Cong continued: "After I read it, I realized that it is really not easy for a woman to have a baby."

Yan Jianghe turned his head to look at Zhang Cong, but Zhang Cong was still lying on his side in the darkness, and only the back of his head was given to him.Zhang Cong didn't seem to have even moved his hair.

One day he will be able to pry Zhang Cong's heart open.Yan Jianghe never thought that he could do such a feat.What Zhang Cong twisted into, he has done it many times, and he knows better than anyone else. ——The best thing the little bastard used to know was obviously a dead duck with a hard mouth.

But Zhang Cong really gave him his heart: "I thought about it. Everyone deserves to die, but she didn't owe me anything."

How did Yan Jiang know that "she" refers to Tao Jingyi.

Zhang Cong's voice was depressing, as deep as cold water flowing through the ground, but he couldn't catch it: "I have nothing to hate her. As long as I'm alive, as long as I don't dare to die, I will die." Can't hate her."

——Because life is given by her.It was given by her after suffering from life and death.

Yan Jianghe's eyelids twitched violently.It seemed that a nail suddenly fell from the ceiling, and "boomed" into his joints, pinning him to the bed and making him unable to move.

Yan Jianghe understood.Compared with Zhang Cong's outrageous hatred towards Zhang Hanma, he towards Tao Jingyi, apart from the pain, even has the "longing" hidden deep in the viscera, crushed like dregs, and washed away thousands of times by blood .

——Zhang Cong missed her.

The corners of Zhang Cong's mouth didn't move much, and then the words struggled out from the cracks in his lips: "But I still can't accept her coming back."

Yan Jianghe put his hand on Zhang Cong's arm again, and rubbed his palm on Zhang Cong's arm three times through the quilt and clothes: "Don't accept it."

"Zhang Cong, you don't need to accept it."

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