no way

As far as Zhang Cong could see, Yan Jianghe had just finished toasting Director Fang of the Department of Gastroenterology.

Let's just say life is really amazing.When Zhang Cong had a stomachache, Yan Jianghe scolded Director Fang in the toilet and took medicine for him.Thinking about it, Yan Jianghe couldn't help but sigh with emotion, the bastard at that time has now become his precious lump, and asked him to set up a table to treat guests to show off.

Yan Jianghe thought about it for a while, and the smile on his face completely widened.Zhang Cong stared at him, watching his smile, watching his every move, watching the man put down the wine glass and talking to the people around him.Every gesture is full of charm, or more like a magic barrier, seducing Zhang Cong out of his mind.

Yan Jianghe drank two more cups, then got up and went out, probably to go to the bathroom.Only now did Zhang Cong's eyes blink.He blinked, the sockets of his eyes were hot as if they had just been burned, and his eyelids were burning.

Zhong Ning sat near the door, with a good view, he pretended to be confused, and had a panoramic view of everything.

Zhong Ning always felt that Zhang Cong was looking for a crime, and this kid was so unlucky that he couldn't think about it.

Because Zhong Ning himself was different, he couldn't help muttering a few words in a low voice: "It's a pity, why didn't he suffocate to death..."

"What are you holding back?" Xu Huai, who was beside Zhong Ning, was confused and turned his head to ask.

"No." Zhong Ning sighed and patted his stomach, "I mean, I'm bloated from drinking beer, and my stomach is full of suffocation."

"If you can't drink it, don't drink it. Boss Zhong is so delicate, don't drink too much." Xu Huai laughed immediately.

Zhong Ning scolded with a smile: "Get out. Come, have another drink."

……

There is joy and harmony on the table, and everything is beautiful.Including Zhang Cong's life, from the bright side, almost anyone would think that he has finally come to the end of his hardships, his life is finally on the right track, and he is about to spread his wings to embrace the future.

But Zhang Cong knew it was not.not like this.How far is he from Yan Jiang?For him, this is equivalent to falling back into a deeper darkness, where there is no bounds, and there are ferocious nightmares buried deep there, and there are fears that far exceed his load.

"Hey, Zhang Cong, are you going to the toilet?" Tang Fuxing asked Zhang Cong suddenly.

Zhang Cong wanted to say no, but he turned his head to look at Tang Fuxing's fleshy face, which was as red as a scalded pigskin that had just been scalded by boiling water, and his eyeballs were also dazed.

Zhang Cong frowned and asked, "Didn't you drink too much?"

He looked next to Tang Fuxing's plate, and there was an empty Harbin beer bottle.This unlucky grandson is doomed, and it's itchy after a bottle of wine.

"Not much, not much." Tang Fuxing squinted his eyes happily, Xiong De Zhang Cong almost rolled his eyes, "Slightly drunk, slightly drunk."

Zhang Cong: "..."

Zhang Cong still left the banquet with Tang Fuxing and went to the bathroom, lest this idiot be confused about what to do, up, down, left, and right, and then fall headlong.So Zhang Cong followed behind, watching Tang Fuxing's pig's trotters twisted and splayed.

Thanks to Zhang Cong following, Tang Fuxing didn't even look at the sign at the door of the toilet, and almost went to the women's toilet.Zhang Cong went to squeeze people with a cold face, picked up the collar and carried the top, thinking that he would never ask Tang Fuxing to drink again, this cowardly behavior would not dare to be more embarrassing.

After throwing Tang Fuxing into the men's toilet, Zhang Congren went out and stood outside the door to wait.If Tang Fuxing fell into it, there was no need to fish it, just let him stay and block the sewer.

However, Zhang Cong didn't wait too long when he saw Yan Jianghe come out.The washbasin in the bathroom is accessible, one side is the men's toilet, the other side is the women's toilet, shared by men and women.

Zhang Cong turned around, his eyes were picking and picking, and he couldn't see anyone except Yan Jianghe.It's hard for him to go deep into his life, and a vulgar place like the toilet can also make an idiot to Yan Jianghe.

Yan Jianghe rubbed his hands with hand sanitizer, and the white foam was soft, clinging to the back of his hands and palms, occasionally falling into the pool with a "click".

Yan Jianghe turned on the faucet to rinse after rubbing. Because of drinking some wine, his face was rosier than usual.

Just when Yan Jianghe turned off the faucet and was about to turn around to see Zhang Cong, the woman next to him who had just finished applying lipstick in the mirror whispered "Ouch".

She didn't hold it steady, and the lipstick in her hand fell headfirst.If it were planted on the ground, it would basically be useless.Yan Jianghe had quick eyesight and quick hands, so he reached out to help him out of habit.The lipstick bumped in his palm, making a red mark, and he lay down obediently.

Yan Jianghe moved his palm to the woman's eyes, and said with a smile, "I picked it up for you. Sorry, the dirty part should be wiped off."

"Thank you." The woman nodded, smiled at him, took the lipstick and walked out.

When she walked past Zhang Cong, Zhang Cong saw her blushing cheeks, her uncontrollable smile, and could smell the faint scent of perfume on her body.What kind of floral fragrance should it be, rich and fragrant.

Zhang Cong saw the "crisis" very clearly.It seemed that a ferocious beast was squatting face-to-face in front of him, opening its mouth wide and showing off its fangs.

Yan Jianghe is thirty this year.He is personable and successful.Despite the urging to leave home, he should have found someone to accompany him.But with Yan Jianghe's conditions, as long as he is willing, it's not too difficult.Women of the right age and good looks can meet by chance even in the bathroom of a hotel.

To tell the truth in exaggeration, even if Yan Jianghe casually walks around the street, he might pick up fate.

Zhang Cong felt sad in his heart, Yan Jianghe had already washed his hands again and wiped off the lipstick marks on his hands.He wiped off the water, turned around and walked towards Zhang Cong.

Yan Jianghe saw Zhang Cong as soon as he turned his head, and his smile burst open.

It was only when he approached Zhang Cong that there was still a trace of redness flying out of the corners of Yan Jianghe's eyes, like the paint smeared by the tip of his little finger, and also like the tip of the tail of a little swallow in the afterglow.

"I think Tang Fuxing just went in. He seems a little dizzy from drinking." Yan Jianghe was happy, and his voice seemed to be half a point higher. He moved to Zhang Cong's side, "What are you doing here? Standing guard? There is no queue for the men's toilet."

Zhang Congbing stared deeply at Yan Jianghe with a blank face, but without saying a word, he brushed Yan Jianghe's shoulder and walked into the men's room.

Yan Jianghe: "..."

Yan Jianghe froze, not understanding what Zhang Cong was looking for.But he was in a good mood today, he was too lazy to be as knowledgeable as an adolescent turtle, and he was rarely magnanimous. It was all because Zhang Cong had seen too much personally today, and he was poor and shy, so he just returned to the dinner table with a happy voice.

Zhang Cong walked into the toilet. The men's toilet was empty, and Tang Fuxing was alone beside the urinal.

Zhang Cong: "..."

Fortunately he came in. ——No wonder Tang Fuxing took so long to urinate, and was able to bully Zhang Cong into the toilet to eat sour vinegar.The truth is that Tang Fuxing's legs were weak after urinating, and he sat down on the ground.

Zhang Cong walked up to Tang Fuxing angrily, grabbed the skirt of his clothes, and said angrily, "Get up."

"...Ah?" Tang Fuxing was confused, stood up unsteadily, and said to Zhang Cong, "Are you peeing too?"

"Piss." Zhang Cong scolded viciously, ready to pull the shit out.

"Farting is for farting, not peeing." Tang Fuxing said seriously.

Zhang Cong: "..."

Relying on the tonnage, Tang Fuxing refused to move, and uttered the truth after drinking beside the urinal: "Brother is so happy for you, Beijing! Central Academy of Fine Arts! It's really not easy, Zhang Cong, you really... "

"I really want to beat you up." Zhang Cong sighed, not willing to drop the price and drink too much common sense, and thought about carrying him out directly.

Zhang Cong was about to make a move when a comrade who had drunk too much suddenly vomited with a "wow" in the cubicle behind them.At this moment, Zhang Cong's stomach churned, and he felt sick after a long absence.

Zhang Cong seemed to be able to smell the stench of alcohol in the vomit—just like the alcohol smell on Zhang Hanma who lived with him in the past.

Zhang Cong quickly let go of Tang Fuxing, and blocked his lips with the back of his hand. His eyes were reddened, and a layer of physiological moisture was quickly covered.

Tang Fuxing was thrown by Zhang Cong, and his head hit the wall, and he grinned in pain.But Zhang Cong squatted down slowly, curling up his back.He didn't vomit, just trying to suppress his nausea.

"What... what's wrong?" Tang Fuxing stared at Zhang Cong with a big tongue, "What's wrong with you... What is this? Are you uncomfortable? I'll call Brother Yan..."

"Don't call him." Zhang Cong jumped up as if stabbed by a knife, and grabbed Tang Fuxing.

Tang Fuxing woke up for two seconds after being frightened by him, and said briskly, "Don't bark, don't bark, what's wrong?"

The person in the cubicle should have almost vomited, and couldn't hear much movement, only a little babbling.

Zhang Cong regained his composure and took Tang Fuxing out.

Zhang Cong didn't go back immediately, he turned into the emergency exit and stayed for a while, Tang Fuxing followed him.

Zhang Cong leaned on the handrail of the stairs, and could hear the bustling noises in the restaurant, and occasionally the voice of the waiter passing the dishes.

The nausea gradually calmed down, Zhang Cong moved his Adam's apple a few times, his internal organs were piled up like dead ashes, and the bitterness was unbearable.He wondered why he couldn't drink beer. ——The malty taste of beer is also the taste of Zhang Hanma.

A person's past is eternal.No matter how deep the covering may be buried in his future, it is still eternal.It is a fixed part of life.Especially the period of birth and growth, the formative period of personality, is like the foundation of tall buildings and the roots of vegetation and trees, which must be destroyed by death.

——No matter how dog Zhang Cong looks like in the future, he can't change the root of his chaos, his inferior numerology.

How could he own Yan Jianghe like this?

"Are you really alright?" Tang Fuxing bumped his head and rubbed his head while sobering up, "...what's the matter with you and Big Brother Yan?"

"Huh?" Zhang Cong looked at Tang Fuxing, "What's wrong?"

"I just said I was Brother Yan, your reaction... I thought you were going to eat me." Tang Fuxing smacked his lips.

"It's okay. Let's go back." Zhang Cong said absently.

Zhang Cong's abnormal behavior is like a ghost painting a ghost, which makes Tang Fuxing talk about it.But what really stunned him was yet to come.

When they returned to the box, Yan Jianghe was talking on the phone at the door: "Jiang Rui, please be more careful...well, don't worry..."

When Yan Jianghe saw them coming back, he raised his chin while making a phone call, as if to say hello.Tang Fuxing was also drunk and silly.But Zhang Cong was an asshole, trying his best to pretend that Yan Jiang was nothing but air.

——When he heard the word "Jiang Rui", his heart felt like a big hole was punched out by a bang.

Tang Fuxing saw that Zhang Cong's face was pale, and he turned pale with a "shua", and hurriedly asked him, "Hey, you..."

Zhang Cong grabbed Tang Fuxing's arm violently, pinching him so much that his flesh was so painful.How could Tang Fuxing dare to ouch, Zhang Cong gave him a dumb look, and just dragged him in like this.

Yan Jianghe felt that Zhang Cong's problem was serious again, and Bao Buqi needed a real beating to quench his thirst: "..."

Zhang Cong and Tang Fuxing returned to their seats and sat down.Tang Fuxing bumped his head and was pinched again, and a bottle of Harbin beer woke him up halfway.He observed Zhang Cong: "What's the matter with you? Are you not feeling well? Your attitude towards Brother Yan just now..."

——How can this be the attitude of knowing how to repay your kindness?

Zhang Cong looked at him sideways and refused to speak.Zhang Cong looked at Tang Fuxing for a few seconds, and when Yan Jianghe pushed the door in, he turned his eyes to Yan Jianghe again.

Tang Fuxing had looked at Zhang Cong before, so he didn't lose any of the changes in Zhang Cong's eyes, and he was inexplicably terrified - why did he stare at a person with such gloomy and bottomless eyes?It's like a wolf staring at its prey, like a kind of morbid and crazy possession. It comes from nature and is attributed to the desire to "destroy".

Tang Fuxing rubbed his arms quickly, so as not to get goosebumps.He averted his eyes and didn't dare to look again, firmly believing that he was drunk and delirious.

After the excitement at the two tables was over, half the afternoon passed, and the school entrance banquet finally ended successfully.

Zhang Cong didn't drink, so he drove.While driving, he scanned Yan Jianghe beside him. Yan Jianghe was answering messages on his mobile phone all the way.

Yan Jianghe was careless and didn't care when he replied to WeChat.Zhang Cong's dog eyes were so sharp that he caught a glimpse of Yan Jianghe's chat partner—Jiang Rui.

Everything becomes nasty.The faint smell of alcohol on Yan Jianghe's body, his eyes, the corners of his mouth... all made Zhang Cong hate it to the bone, and it could even arouse a fierce anger, burning and raging.

The two of them didn't speak a word along the way, Yan Jiang knew that Zhang Cong was ill.Teenagers' minds are difficult to guess, and problematic teenagers are more likely to tie knots.When other people have happy events, they just get used to it.On the other hand, Ninghanghang, a ghost, squatted down holding Yan Jianghe before leaving at the entrance of the restaurant, and whispered in his ear: "Uncle, I think little uncle is angry."

This directly led to Yan Jianghe pondering for half an hour in hot water when he went home to take a bath.Why is Zhang Cong unhappy?

He thought of a big meal to no avail, threw the changed clothes that smelled of alcohol into the washing machine, put on a clean T-shirt and wide trousers, and went out while wiping his hair with a towel.

Zhang Cong was in the kitchen at this time, Yan Jianghe sneaked a look, Zhang Cong was washing fruit.

Yan Jianghe: "..."

He smacked his lips, unable to figure out his bastard murmuring from east to west, north and south, so he closed his eyes.Finally, he threw the towel in his hand off the back of the sofa, went into the room and took out his newly bought laptop, then went into Zhang Cong's room and put it on the table.

Yan Jianghe stretched his neck and shouted towards the kitchen, trying to claim credit for it: "Zhang Congcong, I bought you a new computer, and you take it with you when you go to college. Tell me what you need."

The computer Mr. Feng bought for Zhang Cong has only been used for a year and a half, so there is no need to replace it.But he couldn't hold back Yan Jiang He Qing's son, so he had to buy a new well-configured notebook for Zhang Cong to be comfortable.

The sound of rushing water came from the kitchen, but Zhang Cong didn't respond.Yan Jianghe didn't care, thinking that Zhang Cong could see it when he entered the room without hearing clearly.He only cares about talking nonsense, thinking that he has fed the sweet dates, so he caresses the cat, hugs Yan Meitong and sits down on the sofa, facing up to bask in the sun.

Zhang Cong's dog ears actually heard it.After hearing this, he didn't say a word, turned on the faucet suddenly, and took advantage of the sound of running water, thinking unreasonably, "I'm leaving, why are you so happy?"

......

Yan Jianghe definitely didn't know.

On the coffee table, Yan Jianghe's cell phone rang, and he opened it to check, it was still Jiang Rui's message.Probably because the words are relatively long, the voice sent back this time.

I didn't understand the receiver mode of the mobile phone, Yan Jianghe started to play a little voice, Yan Jianghe didn't care, just heard Jiang Rui say: "Dr. Yan, thank you very much. I was taken care of by you before, this time I'm here to trouble you again No matter what you say this time, I will treat you to a meal. Don’t refuse again. You are really a very, very good person. If you are so good, just give me a face? You refuse again I'm really bored."

While listening, Yan Jianghe watched Zhang Cong walking from the kitchen with a plate of fruit.The volume of his mobile phone is not low, Zhang Cong must be able to hear Jiang Rui's words.

After the voice was played, Yan Jianghe turned his eyes back to the phone, smiled softly, and muttered with the corner of his mouth hooked: "This little girl's flattering spirit is the best of both worlds."

He was about to reply, when Zhang Cong suddenly took two steps around, blocked the light in front of him, and asked coldly, "There are still mangoes in the refrigerator, do you want to eat them?"

"Ah?" Yan Jianghe's sunshine was blocked by Zhang Cong, and he fell into a shadow.

Jiang Rui had business with him today.She has a distant relative in the countryside who has had chest pains and difficulty breathing in recent days.After Yan Jianghe carefully understood the situation, he initially suspected that it was a mediastinal tumor. He just decided to ask Jiang Rui to bring someone over to have a look on Monday.

This is what he should do as a doctor, and he is not going to let Jiang Rui treat him.So now he is typing with his fingers, thinking about how to reply without hurting people's face.Because he was distracted, he responded to Zhang Cong and moved slowly, quite absent-minded: "Ah, put it away, I'll eat it later."

Yan Jiang raised his head and didn't expect that his words would break Zhang Cong's back.

Zhang Cong basically slammed the fruit plate on the coffee table with a bang, and couldn't help but said grimly, "I'm talking to you."

—to force him.are forcing him.

Yan Jianghe called Zhang Cong's fingers trembling with fright, and then the phone shook out of his palm, and unfortunately it was shot on Yan Meitong's head.

Yan Meitong lay well on Yan Jianghe's lap, and when a heavy object fell from the sky, she let out a hysterical "Aw".The mobile phone was also picked off by it, and after two and a half falls, it lay dead.

Yan Jianghe: "..."

Why didn't Yan Jiang catch Yan Meitong back to massage his head, let alone take care of the phone.He stood up, squinted his eyes and looked at Zhang Cong, already furious.

Yan Jianghe sprayed gunpowder out of his mouth: "Who are you talking to? Zhang Cong, why did I feel sorry for you today? Do you need to show me face like this?"

Yan Jianghe really felt wronged.He also spent the money on the desk and bought a new computer.You have to get used to being distressed, he thought he had nothing to do with Zhang Cong, but in the end his heart was bitten by this dog.He was so angry now that he wished to fight Zhang Cong with his fists.

Zhang Cong was more intense than Yan Jianghe.The dying struggle is too tiring, when will it end?He looked at Yan Jianghe, and suddenly he didn't want to live.

So Zhang Cong raised his hand and suddenly pushed Yan Jianghe onto the sofa.

The next second, Zhang Cong pressed Yan Jianghe and kissed him.