no way

The start of school again is the second semester of senior year.As the college entrance examination approached, the school added evening self-study, and the burden became heavier and heavier.Zhang Cong's degree of abnormality is also increasing day by day visible to the naked eye.

Yan Jianghe got up early one day and saw Zhang Cong go into the kitchen making breakfast.The bastard was so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open, and even wobbled under his feet.

Seeing this, Yan Jiang Hemeng sucked his teeth, let go of his belly troubles, and finally realized that he had committed a great crime.So he issued an order to Zhang Cong righteously - he is not allowed to cook again before the college entrance examination.

Zhang Cong refused to agree, and said nonsense without wavering: "I only have free time for cooking, and I will take it as an activity and rest, otherwise I have to study all day."

Yan Jianghe told him to talk such nonsense that his brain became sore, and he immediately choked out angrily: "If you want to rest, go to sleep. Doesn't it hurt me to see you being so tired all day long?"

Zhang Cong was taken aback after hearing this, the smile on his lips was motionless, but it was really presumptuous, and the white pears were in pairs, which made Yan Jianghe dazzled for a while, his scalp was prickly and his eyes hurt, so he simply turned his head away from looking.

Zhang Cong observed it carefully, and felt that it was almost done, so he accepted it as soon as he saw it, and then agreed with his tail.He got such a cheap and good-looking vicious thing, he would not be wronged if his body was broken into pieces, and he had to look back and thank the heaven for his kindness.

Without Zhang Cong cooking, the two went out to eat and drink all morning, and there were always takeaway boxes at home.Ten and a half days passed, and Yan Jianghe smacked his tongue and commented that all the colorful dishes outside were tasteless and tasteless, which could not please his noble stomach, so they all became "not tasty", "too ordinary", "full food" That's fine," "The signature dish is nothing more than that."

Many of the above can be summed up in one sentence - no matter what the restaurant looks like, none of them are as dexterous as Zhang Cong.

Naturally, Zhang Cong was not willing to "lose" Yan Jianghe, and he would occasionally disobey the "sacred decree" by secretly going to the kitchen to cook a table of delicious dishes while Yan Jianghe was away.

When Yan Jianghe usually sees this phenomenon at home, he must go through a procedure to "teach him a lesson", and then sit on the stool and pick up the chopsticks, so that he has nothing else to say.Every time his chopsticks hit the bottom of the plate, Zhang Cong knew for the first time that the sound of bamboo wood and ceramics can be so beautiful when they touch each other. ——As the saying goes, if a person is perverted, he can twist and twist thousands of times, and normal people dare not think about it at all.

Yan Jianghe was so comfortable being fed that day, that he took the initiative to clean up the bowls and chopsticks.Zhang Cong didn't try to grab it, he had plenty of moves to get closer to Yan Jianghe.Seeing Zhang Cong also sneak into the kitchen, grab a fruit knife, and cut oranges next to Yan Jianghe.

As soon as Zhang Cong finished cutting one, Yan Jianghe leaned over to grab a piece. He ate and said, "I heard that there is an Anshan Temple not far from the city center. It is very spiritual. It is said to walk one hundred and eight steps. Burning incense can make your wishes come true."

This is what a family member of a patient said.The old man was seriously ill in bed, and his granddaughter went to the temple to pray. As a result, the old man in his 90s was rescued from the ICU, which seemed like a miracle.Since then, the temple has become famous in the courtyard.

It is not uncommon for hospitals to have this kind of mythology about gods and Buddhas.In particular, I heard that this temple has a beautiful scenery, and then some doctors and nurses have been there to get lucky, some are for peace, some are begging for children, and some are helping children to study... the most are those little nurses who take advantage of the time to play during their breaks , Going to seek peach blossoms in groups.

Yan Jianghe saw that Zhang Cong had been tired and thin for a while, so he happened to say something poorly, and he wanted to please.More importantly, he wanted to take Zhang Cong out to get some fresh air, and turned around: "How about taking you to say goodbye someday? When the activities are relaxed, by the way, ask for a high school champion or something like that."

After Zhang Cong cut a plate of oranges, he went to wash the fruit knife. The sound of running water was loud: "This thing is superstition, don't bother."

Zhang Cong also wanted to go out with Yan Jianghe, but when?Zhang Cong himself is always on call, compared to being with Yan Jianghe, preparing for the exam is bullshit.On the other hand, Yan Jianghe was on vacation yesterday, and when he was half asleep at noon, he was dragged to the hospital by a phone call until night.What else to do, if you have time, hurry up and rub the cat's head to rest at home.

After washing the knife, Zhang Cong paused and said, "Shall we go out for a run later?"

They had long been free to run at night together, but unfortunately they put it down because it was too cold a few days ago.Zhang Cong happened to pick this up.

Yan Jianghe thought for a while and nodded: "Okay. It's the same thing with people who pray to God and worship Buddha. If you are too lazy to bother, forget it."

Yan Jianghe continued: "Anyway, you have good grades, and you are good at painting. You can take any exam from Central America or Gome."

His words were really outrageous, and the majority of art students should set up their easels and beat them up. Zhang Cong always adhered to the principle of "whatever Yan Jianghe says is what he says", so he replied: "Okay."

Yan Jianghe took another slice of orange into his mouth and said as he walked out of the kitchen, "Running is convenient for exercising. It's not so cold now, so I go for a run every day when I'm free. I'll change my clothes now."

Zhang Congchu stayed where he was, and his mind got his way. He stared straight at Yan Jianghe's back, his eyes motionless.

That's enough for him.There is no need to go to the temple, why would Yan Jiang be tired, besides he is not sincere.

Not to mention that Zhang Cong does not rely on ghosts and gods, even if there is a god in his heart to pray to, that god should be called Yan Jianghe.But then he thought it was far-fetched, Yan Jiang was different from him, it was clear that even a "God" was not worthy of comparison.

In the past few months before the exam, Zhang Cong got all the cheap from Yan Jianghe, and he was full of joy.But he also has difficulties - after being admitted to university, he has to study abroad, so he can't stay by Yan Jianghe's side every day.

Thinking of this, Zhang Cong had to get nervous.His feelings for Yan Jianghe were squeezed even to the bone.How can he be willing, and how can he rest assured?What if Yan Jiang has someone else in a place where he can't see, what if he forgets him in a place where he can't see... everything will be out of his hands.

In fact, Zhang Cong also understood that his extreme anxiety was purely for no reason, as if he had really held Yan Jianghe's heart in one hand.But he couldn't help it.

Unlike when he was anxious to grow up, Zhang Cong suddenly hated growing up again.Because sooner or later he will leave Yan Jianghe - as a man, as an independent individual.

He sees it through, no matter whether he grows up or not, it is impossible for him to stand shoulder to shoulder with Yan Jianghe.Such anxiety is better than sentence him to death.

He's crazy.

Happiness and pain fell on both sides, and they tried their best to save his life, tearing apart.

Busy hours pass faster.Sure enough, Zhang Cong did what Yan Jianghe said, and "casually" was admitted to the Central Academy of Fine Arts.

On the day he got the notification, Yan Jianghe was very happy, even if he had to work overtime in the hospital, he was full of joy.But Zhang Cong couldn't laugh. The arrival of the notice proved that the deadline for him to stay away from Yan Jianghe was approaching.

Life is so powerless.Reality is like a natural moat, which will always make people who are overwhelmed feel cruel and smashed to pieces.

And the big happy event of "going to university" made Yan Jianghe feel all over the place. Even the little nurses in the stomatology department knew that Dr. Yan, who looked dignified in the chest surgery department, had a young and promising younger brother in his family who was admitted to the university. Central Academy of Fine Arts.

That's not all.Yan Jianghe insisted on stirring up a pot of "admission banquet" for Zhang Cong.No matter what, Zhang Cong felt like a "farewell banquet", and he refused boldly and eccentrically, which made Yan Jiang feel uninterested.

Yan Jiang He Ding certainly didn't care about Zhang Cong's tricks, he monopolized with a big wave of his hand: "It must be done. Who doesn't do the college entrance examination? Our family has to do it too."

Zhang Cong swallowed bitter water again, and there was honey in his eye sockets.People who have never experienced this feeling will never imagine it, and they don't know how many times it is more difficult than going to heaven and earth.

Perhaps the whole world is pushing Zhang Cong into the abyss. He has never been sympathetic to any ghosts, gods and monsters before, and now he is completely at the end of the road.

——What he should have done to Yan Jianghe was absolutely wrong, and in the end, the paper couldn't contain the fire, and it leaked.

It all depends on Yan Jiang He is too busy.He said he was going to host a school entrance banquet, but it turned out that he had only half a month left before he left school, so he managed to host two small tables.

It is unrealistic to do a big job, and spreading it all over the streets is equivalent to reaching out to ask irrelevant people for gifts, leaving only a poor look of begging.Zhang Cong's going to college is such a good thing, why does Yan Jiang bother to make trouble for that.In the end, I just called a family, some good colleagues in the hospital, and good friends like Zhong Ning, plus Zhang Cong's teacher and Tang Fuxing.

Yan Jianghe sits in the village.The name "School Entrance Banquet" is actually more like a large-scale private party.

As the protagonist Zhang Cong that day, his sense of presence was quite low.He was used to being unable to cope with this kind of scene, and he only nodded his thanks to other people's congratulations, without smiling much.

But his eyes are full of color.Zhang Cong looked over the people in the private room, but he didn't find Jiang Rui—fortunately, she wasn't there.There were no other nurses, most of them were doctors who were familiar with Yan Jianghe, and there were even a few seniors from Mr. Feng's class.There were few women who came here, and they were not too young. There was also a head nurse who heard that her son would take the college entrance examination next year, and even wanted to ask for Zhang Cong's review notes.

Zhang Cong knew he was sick.He can't be cured.

After a round of greetings, Teacher Xu, who taught Zhang Cong's art, came over first, and Yan Jianghe poured Zhang Cong a glass of beer.Zhang Cong hesitated for a moment, then offered his cup to respect.The beer was not very comfortable down the throat.Zhang Cong frowned, his expression not very good-looking.

"Don't you like drinking beer?" Teacher Xu asked him.

"Drink if you don't want to drink." Seeing this, Yan Jianghe snatched Zhang Cong's wine glass, changed the Sprite for him and handed it over, "We are all acquaintances here, so don't be so particular about it. It just so happens that you don't drink, and drive when you're done."

Zhang Cong nodded, "Yes".After Yan Jianghe finished speaking, he got into the pile in the hospital.

Teacher Xu finished his glass of wine and remembered that he wanted to discuss something serious with Zhang Cong, so he said, "By the way, I want to tell you something."

Zhang Cong: "What's the matter?"

"The few paintings you put in the studio, there are a few students, just the ones you helped bring, they want them, how about you make a price?"

After the college entrance examination, Zhang Cong lost his temper, and his wild thoughts would blow him to death, so he had to find more work to do.He didn't go to Azure to work anymore, but went to the studio to help with teaching.Zhang Cong didn't claim to be a teacher, but just helped supervise the students' drawing, and taught the basic skills by the way, like a teaching assistant.

Hearing what Teacher Xu said, Zhang Cong was a little surprised.He smiled briefly and said, "No, send them off."

"So generous." Teacher Xu also laughed.

Teacher Xu: "By the way, I also want to ask you, you are studying art design, are you interested in studying animation modeling, 3D game textures and so on? I have a friend who is a game company in Beijing and needs someone to do some Hand-painted board work."

"In art, it mainly depends on the level, not the age and experience. You know it." Teacher Xu continued, "The works you posted on the painting website are all excellent, and the Weibo account you applied for before has many fans now. right?"

"..." Zhang Cong was a little helpless, and after thinking about it, he responded directly, "Okay."

"That's great." Teacher Xu patted Zhang Cong's shoulder, obviously very happy.

Another happier person is Tang Fuxing.This spinning top guy is too stupid, no matter how hard he struggles, he is useless.His college entrance examination results could only be used for three copies of parallel imports. In the end, after being beaten at home, he spent a long time thinking about it with his mother, and decided not to give up.

Now he is sitting next to Zhang Cong, blowing his half-bottle of Harbin beer to everyone's ears, saying "yes" in one mouthful, and spitting at Zhang Congbiao: "As expected of you! I knew you must be promising, you are different , you are so different, you are talented, you..."

"Get out." Zhang Cong cursed with a smile, pushing Tang Fuxing's pig's head aside to cool off, "Drinking half a bottle of wine makes you sick? Shut up now."

Tang Fuxing was also very happy when he was scolded. He turned his face to look at Yan Jianghe at the next table, and then patted Zhang Cong on the shoulder: "Thank you, Brother Yan."

Zhang Cong: "..."

Zhang Cong also looked up at Yan Jianghe.Tang Fuxing is right.I would like to thank Yan Jianghe.Without Yan Jianghe, Zhang Cong still doesn't know where to bury his ashes in the dirt.

It's a pity that he can't be a person who knows how to repay his kindness after all.The country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change.Species that grow in silt can live long only in silt.

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