no way

Zhang Cong went to the Central Academy of Fine Arts to study in this way.Life at home still has to go on.

As soon as Zhang Cong left, Yan Jianghe admitted that he was not at ease.He knew that he was not used to it. If there were less people in the family who would be panting, even the circulation of carbon dioxide would be nearly doubled. It is normal not to be used to it.

It's just that he was clean and couldn't see Zhang Cong, his temper naturally subsided slowly, and he finally calmed down and thought about Zhang Cong's matter over and over again.

Yan Jiang He Huo is so old, this is the first time that a man thinks about him, not to mention that the other party is the baby he has taken so much trouble to raise at home.Even if Yan Jianghe was killed, he would never have imagined that such a wicked thing would happen to him.

Yan Jianghe went back to think about the days he and Zhang Cong spent together, feeling very uncomfortable.

After all, Yan Jianghe knows that homosexuality is not a problem, and he shouldn't be struck by lightning.

As for Zhang Cong, he is actually very affectionate.It's just that before him, nothing allowed him to be affectionate.Later, I suddenly met Yan Jianghe. He had accumulated a lot, so he rushed over.

Although not everyone will meet, but there are such people in the world.Not hindering the passage of time, even a few days or even a few hours are enough.This kind of person is like a sharp gun, when lurking, it will make the bones of the whole body tremble, and when it is ignited, it will explode other people's brains with a bang.This kind of person is born to kill.

Zhang Cong is such a person.He is rare, even the strands of hair are bastards, if you pick out some good ones, it seems to be stuffed into other people's souls, so profound and unforgettable.

So after thinking it through, Yan Jianghe was completely convinced.He really had no choice but to kill Zhang Cong with his usual means of dealing with "love", regardless of life or death.

Blame him, can't let Zhang Cong go away forever, as Zhong Ning said, with nothing to worry about. ——He couldn't bear to hurt Zhang Cong anymore.

Yan Jianghe Guangming has been upright for 30 years, and finally suffers from the lowly disease that most people in the world have, flooding like scum—when it is broken, it is chaotic.

And one thing that made Yan Jianghe even more chaotic was that although Zhang Cong didn't let him consume oxygen under his nose, he still popped out to obstruct his eyes.

Just like Yan Jianghe just came back from get off work in the hospital, the car stopped downstairs, and the phone rang.Yan Jianghe decided almost instantly that it must be his family's bastard, Mumu.

He took out his phone and checked it.After the phone rang, why didn't Yan Jiang answer it, but Zhang Cong brazenly changed it to a text message: "Are you working overtime today?"

Yan Jianghe rolled his eyes out of the sunroof of the car.I don't know why Zhang Cong, this unlucky thing, has been so idle. It has been more than a month since he left for Beijing, and at least two calls and three messages bombard Yan Jianghe's mobile phone every day.

Yan Jianghe was able to pick it up at first, but he didn't know what to say.Especially Zhang Cong can always turn the topic in an abnormal direction.

For example, when the next text message came in, Yan Jianghe stared at the screen, his eyes filled with hysteria: "Are you still angry? I miss you."

Yan Jianghe really didn't expect that Zhang Cong's bastard would one day spit out such goosebumps, and he really underestimated him in the past.

Yan Jiang and He Zheng snorted evil energy from his nasal cavity, and Zhang Cong immediately sent out a yin and yang tune: "I will wait."

"Wait a fart." Yan Jianghe flicked his mobile phone to the co-pilot and cursed, "Wait to die?"

He turned off the car, looked at it for a while, and finally picked up the phone again and put it away.It's a pity that he didn't take a few steps. After entering the elevator, he stared at the elevator door and said, "Endless, Zhang Nian Gao."

"Zhang Nian Cake" is indeed sticky, and Yan Jianghe can't get rid of it even if his hands are wet with flour.

But when the weather gets colder, the rice cakes will sometimes freeze and crack.

If the days are counted by week or month, it will feel thinner if you rub it between your fingers.In the blink of an eye, Zhang Cong had been gone for several months, and the calendar had to be replaced with a new one.

One day, Yan Jianghe unexpectedly didn't hear from Zhang Cong from morning to night.

He picked up "An Ning", and while thinking that this kid is finally willing to be a human being, he also became weird.

Yan Jianghe lay on the bed at night listening to the meowing of the cat, and after a long time pondered, "Isn't something wrong with Zhang Cong?"

This sentence almost frightened Yan Jianghe to the core - Zhang Cong haunted him all day long, and it was not a matter of course, not a daily necessity, why did he think so?

Yan Jianghe frowned, turned over wrapped in a quilt, closed his eyes and fell asleep.But the quality of sleep is a little bit worse.

Zhang Cong never called Yan Jianghe again.They completely cut off verbal contact.

Yan Jianghe has been busy all his life and has never stopped. One day when he came back from the night shift at the hospital, he suddenly fell ill, so he looked up the old messages and saw that the last message Zhang Cong sent was from half a month ago: "I really miss you."

Yan Jianghe let out a long sigh, and finally stretched his fingers out of compassion. After more than ten days, he took the initiative to ask Zhang Cong in the dialog box: "Are you back on New Year's Day?"

New Year's Day school must be a holiday.But Zhang Cong didn't come back.

Yan Jianghe went to Zhou Pingnan's place on New Year's Day, glanced at the dishes on the table without saying a word, lowered his head to knock on a certain plate, and ate three pieces of sweet and sour pork ribs.

When Zhou Pingnan makes sweet and sour pork ribs, he should think about Zhang Cong.Sure enough, Ms. Zhou immediately mentioned: "Isn't Zhang Cong just a freshman this year? Why is he so busy? He doesn't come back on November, and he doesn't come back to eat ribs on New Year's Day. It doesn't take long to fly back and forth? Is he short of money? Call I didn't say a few words, I don't know that this child is not familiar with the place..."

"Mom." Yan Jianghe put down his chopsticks, and a bone popped out of his mouth, "Did Zhang Cong call you?"

"I did." Zhou Pingnan nodded, "Today's New Year's Day, they called me early in the morning, wishing me a happy New Year and more and more beautiful."

Yan Tao put it aside and smiled: "I didn't hear him wishing you more and more beautiful."

Zhou Pingnan immediately gave Yan Tao a gouged look.

Yan Jianghe: "..."

Yan Jianghe sullenly took out his mobile phone in silence.He asked Zhang Cong two days ago "Are you coming back on New Year's Day?" Zhang Cong ignored him.

But Zhang Cong called Zhou Pingnan.

Zhang Cong didn't reply to his message.

Yan Jianghe didn't drop his phone into the sweet and sour pork ribs for a moment.

He has never been unreasonable, and he has ignored Zhang Cong's love countless times, and he can't remember how many calls Zhang Cong missed, and how many text messages Zhang Cong ignored.Now people ignore him once, and he seems to be very angry.

So, no matter how good his mother's cooking skills were, Yan Jianghe's meal was very uncomfortable.

If you don't feel comfortable eating, you will easily be empty. At night, Yan Jianghe felt a little uneasy in his stomach, so he wanted to squeeze an apple.But he searched all over the house, and finally stared at the refrigerator in a daze, but he couldn't even find a piece of apple peel.

——The fruit at home was finished three days ago. He is busy these days and doesn't remember to buy it at all.

Why didn't Yan Jiang think happily: "Zhang Cong used to buy it. When did the refrigerator become empty?"

Yan Jianghe: "..."

Yan Jianghe became enemies with the refrigerator, immediately slapped the door of the refrigerator, put on cotton clothes and went to Azure. ——Isn’t it just fruit?Zhong Ning has a fruit plate, a beautiful fruit plate.

Yan Jianghe ordered a large fruit plate, and sat at a corner in front of the bar to eat it.

He likes the position with his back to the podium, it's hidden, and no one wants to sit there.This is just right, you can hear the hustle and bustle without getting annoyed.A piece of cleanliness in the hustle and bustle is very rare, and few people will cherish it.This seat is usually where he and Zhong Ning love to sit.

Yan Jianghe ate about half of a plate of fruit, and Zhong Ning finally appeared, and sat down beside him on the bar chair: "Today is New Year's Day, why did you come here?"

"Come and eat fruit." Yan Jianghe said, "There is no fruit at home."

"..." Zhong Ning looked at Yan Jianghe's side face, watching him pick up a piece of mango, want to eat it but then put it down.

Yan Jianghe suddenly thought of what Zhang Cong said before he fell ill and bit someone: "There are still mangoes in the refrigerator, do you want to eat them?"

Yan Jianghe always thought of Zhang Cong somehow.When mopping the floor at home, when eating takeout, when feeding Yan's cosmetic contact lenses, when taking Yan Laicai to take a bath...

The essence has nothing to do with work.Yan Jianghe is an adult with able-bodied limbs, even if he is out of tune, he can handle daily life.Besides, in those years without Zhang Cong, he was never seen dead on the street.Whether good or bad, dirty or not, he can take over everything again, the worst thing is to hire a nanny.But when he did it, he would think of Zhang Cong whether he was tired or not.

Zhang Cong seemed to have secretly planted a landmine in his life, and it was about to explode once he tapped his toe.

what happened to him?

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, talk quickly. I'm not alone, and I want to go home early to spend the holidays with my family." Zhong Ning called Yan Jianghe back to his senses, not politely.

Yan Jianghe paused, then forked the mango again and ate it.He was silent for a while and said, "Zhang Cong hasn't pestered me recently."

"..." Zhong Ning smiled, "I don't think he would give up completely so soon because of his behavior, but you've been ignoring him for half a year, and he must also understand that it's useless to be thick-skinned and stalk him. Isn't that a good thing?"

Yan Jianghe frowned: "I really don't know what this white-eyed wolf is thinking. He really stalked him. Why didn't he come back on November? Now his wings are hard/hard. Today, on New Year's Day, he called my mother and didn't call me back. information."

"What's the problem? Are you still afraid that he will suffocate to death?" Zhong Ning took the wine list by the side, stretched his arm, pointed to the bartender, and ordered, "Get it in the back."

The bartender nodded, picked up two glasses and walked out.

Only then did Zhong Ning look at Yan Jianghe again: "Otherwise, what else do you want. You have never been a person who can't figure it out. You don't need me to tell you that the relationship between you can never go back to the way it was before. Only two The choice, either you're crazy to be with him, or..."

"Either I don't know anyone from now on." Yan Jianghe clicked his tongue, "I know."

Zhong Ning put his hand on his chin, thought of something, and lowered his tone: "That's what bullshit 'love' is all about. Once two people really plot something wrong, the relationship between two people will either be perfect or destroyed. The closer you were before, the uglier the ruin will be. Between the same sex, because there are more places that are not recognized by the world, it is a hundred times more difficult to 'success', but 'destruction' is easy."

Zhong Ning said to Yan Jianghe carefully word by word: "It's really too difficult to walk on this unusual road."

Zhong Ning paused for a moment, then asked again: "So he doesn't pester you now, isn't it a good thing?"

Yan Jianghe didn't speak immediately, when the bartender came back and put down two glasses of wine in front of them.

Color is not the same.One red and one yellow, Zhong Ning pushed the orange cup to Yan Jianghe's side.

Yan Jianghe tapped the wall of the cup with his finger: "Although it's normal to like men and women, it's always different when you say it well."

Yan Jianghe: "Zhong Ning, I have lived for 30 years, and I never really thought about spending the rest of my life with a man."

Zhong Ning couldn't catch his breath, he held it there and didn't dare to move.He quickly picked up the glass and took a big gulp of wine to suppress his shock.

Zhong Ning couldn't figure out how many layers of meaning Yan Jianghe said: "Jiang He, do you know what you are talking about?"

Zhong Ning was afraid of making a mistake, and even more afraid of being punctured, so he heard his trembling fingertips knocking on the window paper: "According to what you mean, Zhang Cong's gender is the only difference. If he was a woman, would you have given him a bed early?" went?"

Yan Jianghe rolled down his throat with two sips of wine, suddenly let out a laugh, and said rascally: "Don't tell me, if there is a woman like him, it will be really exciting."

Yan Jianghe's chest leaked half an inch, put down the cup firmly in his hand, looked at Zhong Ning and said, "Anyone who likes women will be fascinated to death, right?"

"Fart." Zhong Ning immediately slapped Yan Jianghe on the shoulder with his backhand, but couldn't help laughing, "What kind of stupid words are you talking about?"

"That's right." Yan Jianghe didn't care about being beaten, and sighed, "He's nobody, it's Zhang Cong."

He is Zhang Cong.It is precisely because it is Zhang Cong that he is like this.It's different for anyone.

Zhong Ning: "..."

The two didn't speak for a long time.The music in his ears changed, Yan Jianghe heard it very familiar, but he couldn't remember what it was.

After Yan Jianghe finished his glass of wine, Zhong Ning finally smiled and asked him, "Are you driving?"

"opened."

Zhong Ning: "Then it's time to drink and drive again."

Yan Jianghe also laughed: "That's right, we'll break off our relationship if we get caught."

"Success." Zhong Ning nodded, squinting at Yan Jianghe's glass, "Is this glass good?"

"It tastes good." Yan Jianghe praised.He was indeed not in the mood, but his tongue was still intact, and even though he was not distracted, he could still taste the taste.

"Don't you think it's familiar?" Zhong Ning tilted his head to look at Yan Jianghe, "The one that Zhang Cong made before is passion fruit wine. I put it on the wine list."

Yan Jianghe didn't say a word, staring at the empty cup silently, he could see the remnant at the bottom of the cup, he heard Zhong Ning continue to say: "Zhang Cong named it himself, this cup of wine is called 'wishful thinking'."

"...What a shameful reputation." Yan Jianghe twisted his expression, and cursed softly and hard in his mouth, "Fantasy, there is more than enough to die."

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I'm here to explain again.Boss Zhong serving Brother Yan with gurgling wine was not an assist, he made it very clear.Zhong Ning saw the clue, he hoped that Yan Jianghe would think it through clearly.And no matter how open-minded Brother Yan is, he needs to think more about it.Life is hard.

In addition, good children must not drink and drive, first beat Yan Ge, and then slap Zhong Ning, it's over.