no way

After Tao Jingyi's phone call was over, Zhang Cong was in a daze all night and didn't say anything more.

The whole family was lively and busy for a while, and it was almost ten o'clock, Zhou Pingnan was afraid that it would be unsafe to leave later, so he sent them back to their respective homes.

After his uncle and cousin's family had finished leaving, Yan Jianghe would take Zhang Cong home.

After Zhang Cong greeted Yan Tao and Zhou Pingnan, he pushed the door and left without waiting for Yan Jianghe.Yan Jianghe put his butt behind him and bent over to put on his shoes, looking up at Zhang Cong's back.At this moment, he should take off his shoes again and throw them at the back of Zhang Cong's head.

Zhou Pingnan loved the child much more than Yan Jianghe, so she pulled Yan Jianghe over and asked, "What's going on? Why is Zhang Cong unhappy after a phone call?"

Yan Jianghe's brows twitched, he had no choice but to explain briefly: "The call is from Zhang Cong's own mother."

"Ah?" Zhou Pingnan was stunned and stared dryly, "Who are you talking about? This..."

"Mom, Mom." Yan Jianghe looked back, Zhang Cong was gone, he hurriedly interrupted Zhou Pingnan, "Don't worry, I'm fine. I'll tell you another day."

"Then you go back and have a good chat with Zhang Cong. I think this kid is feeling uncomfortable. It's really distressing to have a birthday after the Chinese New Year." Zhou Pingnan frowned.

"... Got it." Yan Jianghe closed the door and walked out after finishing his sentence.

Yan Jianghe went downstairs full of thoughts.At this moment, he really couldn't figure out Zhang Cong's bastard nature.Looking at Zhang Cong like this, his temper seems to be spreading on him.But Tao Jingyi made the call, so what does it have to do with him?

Maybe... because Zhang Cong is the closest to him, that's why he played his temper with him?Isn't that what everyone says, "people" are the most likely to get sick to those close to them.

But this is also in vain.Poor Yan Jianghe still gets more and more wronged as he thinks about it.He went downstairs and saw that the lights were on, and Zhang Cong was waiting for him in the driver's seat.

Yan Jianghe snorted coldly, his mind full of yin and yang, and he called Zhang Cong a "dog". ——Before when I met Tao Jingyi, I would get into his arms to beg for hugs, and lay down on his bed to sally, acting obediently and lovingly.At this time, the tail grew, and at the age of 19, it had grown a bone, and it was able to yell at him blindly.

Yan Jianghe panicked, both angry and pity Zhang Cong, sat in the car with a serious face, and his work was done by the wicked thing.He thought for a while, and this happened before - when he transferred to another school, he brought wine to Yun Lei, and Zhang Cong threw anger at him indiscriminately.

——Tsk, it's really not a thing, the ability to play with personality has evolved significantly.

Zhang Cong looked sideways at Yan Jianghe, and raised his hand to fiddle with the air-conditioning vent on Yan Jianghe's side.Yan Jianghe's chin was tickled by the warm wind, and he hummed again in his heart.

It was rare for him to ask Zhang Cong mercifully, "Did you answer your call?"

When I asked this question, there was no momentum, and I could even be cautious.Yan Jiang Hege's eyes were blank, and he secretly reckoned that it was bad luck. The world is so cold, he has fallen into such a state, degraded to the point of coaxing children with soft words.

Zhang Cong paused for a moment, then slowly replied, "Got it." After he finished speaking, he drove the car out of the avenue, his lips tightened and he didn't say another word.

Yan Jianghe: "..."

How could Yan Jiang ask Zhang Cong what he said on the phone.But judging by Zhang Cong's appearance, there must be nothing to explain.

Yan Jianghe looked at his nose, nose and heart, and found that he was living more and more back.He used to scold Zhang Cong enough that he didn't even need to draft the article for publication, but now the more he hurts Zhang Cong, the more he feels guilty.

And Zhang Cong's inner activities are more finished than Yan Jianghe's.He did answer Tao Jingyi's call.But God knows that Tao Jingyi's phone call can't irritate him like this, and now he even thinks about what Tao Jingyi said on the phone, so naturally he deserves to be out of his mind.

He was concentrating on a certain sentence - "It's too young not to."

This is what Yan Jianghe said.Zhang Cong is just nineteen today, but he is more than a "generation gap" younger than the 22-three college graduates of Aunt Wang's family.

Responded by his "little" feelings, Zhang Cong didn't make a sound all the way, and went directly to bypass Yan Meitong when he returned home, and went into his own room to close the door.This completely smashed Yan Jianghe's head into briquettes.Yan Jianghe stared at Yan Meitong at the door of Zhang Cong in the living room, looked at the cat and cursed: "I'm too used to it."

Yan Meitong was sternly yelled at by Yan Jianghe's scorching eyes, she quickly put on a cat's face, and slipped away to avoid disaster.

Looking at Yan Jianghe, it's basically a joke.Less than three seconds after he finished cursing, he got into his room and took out a bag, tilted his head and shouted at the crack of Zhang Cong's door: "Zhang Cong, come out to get a birthday present."

Yan Jianghe blinked and waited. After waiting for about ten seconds, the door opened and Zhang Cong walked out.Zhang Cong was wronged and didn't dare to make mistakes. He thought about it and said good-bye: "Brother."

Yan Jianghe took out a fluffy thing from his bag, and put it on Zhang Cong's head without saying a word.

Zhang Cong: "..."

Zhang Cong froze in place for a while, and then he realized why Yan Jiang had hung something on his head.

A coral fleece hooded scarf.Double layer thickening, hat scarf gloves, Holy Trinity.Off-white, with a pair of cute faces with their tongues out embroidered on the gloves, and four plush balls drooping down.

Zhang Cong raised his hand to touch it again, which was even more terrible.The hat on his head has two triangular ears.

Zhang Cong: "..."

"Birthday gift, isn't it beautiful?" Yan Jianghe burst into laughter instantly.He knew that Zhang Cong's unpopular face would be fun wearing this thing, but he didn't expect it to be so fun.

Yan Jiang Hejian came up sick, and coaxed after discussing, "Put on the gloves too?"

"..." Zhang Cong didn't know what it was like.He hated Yan Jiang to death because he thought he was small, buying this kind of thing made him happy.But Yan Jianghe is standing opposite him now, laughing like this again, what else can he do?

So Zhang Cong lowered his eyelids, and really put his hands into the gloves.

Yan Jianghe couldn't do it this time, he hunched over laughing, and grabbed the four fur balls under Zhang Cong's gloves with his hands and shook them: "Hey, happy birthday, be happy."

Zhang Cong's heart was sore and itchy from being poked, he really wanted to open his mouth and bite Yan Jianghe to death.

After Yan Jianghe finished speaking, he loosened the fur ball and went to pull the plastic bag. This time, he pulled out a large object and handed it over: "Here, this is the real birthday present."

"..." Zhang Cong took the hooded scarf off his head and hung it on the back of the sofa, and took it from Yan Jianghe.

It turned out to be a digital board.On his birthday last year, Tang Fuxing gave him a piece of cheap stuff, and he polished off the nib of the pen in a few small bags.But what Yan Jianghe gave was obviously different.

Zhang Cong quickly sat down and started unpacking.He was dumbfounded after dismantling.The one Yan Jianghe bought for him is Wacom's current highest configuration, and this brand is the best.The black thing in his hand is professional grade, at least more than 3000.Those used to play with hands are completely incomparable.

Yan Jianghe leaned over and rolled his eyes and smiled: "You like this, right? It's called Banhui or something. I saw you doing it on the computer before, and it seems to be quite advanced."

Zhang Cong looked at Yan Jianghe gently: "I like it. I like it very much."

"It's good if you like it." Yan Jianghe finished his chatter, and stretched his waist to feel comfortable.He thought that the unhappiness brought by Tao Jingyi had been distracted by him, so he went to the bathroom to wash and get ready for bed contentedly.

Yanjiang He's family has never been so particular about poverty, and it is complete after the excitement, and never delays sleep.Staying up late to wait for the New Year at Lao Yan's house is nonsense, and we can celebrate the New Year the next day.

After this year, Zhang Cong got a new digital tablet.I am too busy to pry open the seams every day, and I have to find time to play with the board.If I don't touch it for a day, I feel uncomfortable all over, and I don't feel like I can sleep.

Yan Jianghe got up that night and watched Zhang Cong still painting in the middle of the night.So he went in and criticized him: "You don't want your eyes? Go to sleep."

After criticizing Yan Jianghe, squinting his eyes, he found that Zhang Cong opened the canvas and drew curves all over the screen, but there were no rules, so he asked at a loss, "What are you painting?"

Zhang Cong said seriously to him: "Practice the lines. The digital board is different from the paper. There is a difference in the weight of the pen and so on. The more you practice, the less you won't shake."

Yan Jianghe didn't understand, so he simply waved his hands and left.At the same time, I didn't forget to mutter again, telling Zhang Cong to go to bed early.

Zhang Cong responded, watched Yan Jianghe leave and then turned to look at the lines on the screen.There is no trace of these lines on the surface, but they are all perverted thoughts. ——the curve of Yan Jianghe's full forehead, the curvature of Yan Jianghe's lower eyelids, the bridge of Yan Jianghe's nose, the line of Yan Jianghe's lips, the mandible of Yan Jianghe, the beauty tendons on Yan Jianghe's neck, the butterfly bone on the back of Yan Jianghe, the protruding wrist bone of Yan Jianghe...

Zhang Congquan was thinking about Yan Jianghe, referring to the imagination in his mind, and drew it stroke by stroke.How could Yan Jiang find out that his mind with a needle-like nose could only be easily played by Zhang Cong.

How can it be like this between people?Zhang Cong's intentions were held in his hands for a moment, which made people shudder.

Time flies so fast, a year has passed in the blink of an eye.Everything in the past seems to be a long way away, but in fact it is unforgettable.

Mr. Feng has also been gone for a year.

On the day of Feng Lao's death, why does Yan Jiang have to go to work.Zhang Cong didn't go to the studio.He bought a bag of brown sugar cakes, climbed up the mountain by himself, and kowtowed to the old man three times.

After kneading, he felt that it was unnecessary. Old Feng's daughter-in-law was next to him. He was confused about what brown sugar cakes he wanted to buy.Come empty-handed again... No, you can buy flowers.Lilies, roses, baby's breath... wrapped in fancy wrapping paper and wrapped in a big bow. ——He has learned the cheapness from Yan Jianghe.

When leaving, Zhang Cong took out a filial piety card from his pocket.Black, heart-shaped, with the word "filial piety" written in the middle.This was when he knelt and kowtowed at the funeral home, and Yan Jianghe personally pinned it on his shoulder, and he kept it in his bag for a year.

Zhang Cong is not worthy of the excellent character of "Three Years of Dai Xiao".He is black-hearted, he doesn't think of so many friendships, so he doesn't bother to do it.One year is enough.Besides, if there is reincarnation, the old man may have been reincarnated in the second life, and he should be able to speak human language in the next life, so why is he still wearing a fart?

Thinking of this, Zhang Cong put the filial piety card in front of Old Feng's tomb and got up and left: "Grandpa, I'm leaving. Come back when you have time."

Zhang Cong went down the mountain and then went to the studio to continue his day of hard work.as usual.

Why didn't Yan Jiang know about this.In fact, Yan Jianghe didn't know many things.About Zhang Cong, but also about himself.More about the future.

The mortal body wanders in the world, and fate gets stuck in the gears and makes a rattling sound.The voices were prioritized, and I couldn't figure out which one to touch, so I gently touched and pulled the seven emotions and six desires, and never recovered.

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Zhang Cong: I am not young.

(yes, you're "big")

Yan Jianghe: ...

Happy Lantern Festival, everyone~(^з^)-☆