no way

Zhang Cong did deserve to die.Yan Jianghe believed that not only did Zhang Cong deserve to die, but he should even flog the corpse and be dragged to the main road and split into pieces.

I don't know which main artery Zhang Cong twisted, he was bored with life, and even gave up on Chaodu.Not only did Zhang Cong not go home on the [-]th, he also didn't go home on New Year's Day.It's winter vacation now, and he still doesn't go home.I don't go home during the Spring Festival.

Yan Jianghe was so enraged that his whole body was covered with explosives. As soon as he came home from get off work and took off his white coat, he would start detonating.He catches Yan Meitong at home all day long to complain about hysteria, his nose is not his nose, his face is not his face, and he scares the cat so much that it dare not move its tail.

Yan Jianghe has learned to stare at the phone deliberately, but unfortunately the screen of the phone can't be pierced, and he can't receive any news from Zhang Cong.For more than a month, Zhang Cong had gone out of his sticky and unlucky state for him, as if he had suddenly evaporated from the world.

But only for him.For example, Zhou Pingnan would receive phone calls from Zhang Cong every half a month or so, which was very regular.Before the Spring Festival, Zhang Cong also told Zhou Pingnan: "I won't go back this year. There is an internship here during the winter vacation. Take it to my uncle by the way."

Yan Jianghe listened to this narration, so he didn't want to teach less, and blew his temper at his own mother - take care of his uncle?Why didn't that bastard come to kneel and kowtow to him?

Yan Jianghe even wondered if Zhang Cong would contact everyone, maybe even Tao Jingyi, but not him?

On the [-]th day of the twelfth lunar month, there was still no sign of Zhang Cong.Yan Jianghe had a shift today, so he got off work from the hospital at night, and rushed to Zhou Pingnan's dinner table to eat dumplings after leaving the hospital.

Thirty of the twelfth lunar month, New Year's Eve.It's also Zhang Cong's birthday.There are 360 ​​and five days in a year, and there is an extra day in leap year, but this day is his birthday.

Yan Jianghe crouched in the car before entering the house. Seeing the bright lights of the surrounding houses, he took out his mobile phone and called Zhang Cong.

It's been almost half a year, and this is the first time Yan Jianghe took the initiative to call Zhang Cong.Maybe it was because the phone call was too long, and when it was connected, Yan Jianghe subconsciously let out a deep breath.

Yan Jianghe heard the "beep" sound of the call, and couldn't help thinking about it again, what should he say in the first sentence?

Do you ask "Who gave you the courage not to go home?", "You little bastard, are you itchy?", or say "Happy birthday."

Yan Jianghe has never been able to make a phone call since he knew how to make a phone call.And despite his efforts, the call still didn't go through.

Because Zhang Cong didn't answer.

When Yan Jianghe heard the phone call cut off, he snorted dryly.With his mobile phone in his hand, he quickly opened the door and got out of the car. The heat was wrapped in his cotton-padded clothes, and the cold air got in, causing him to squeeze into trouble.

"Okay, it's really okay." Yan Jianghe rushed to his parents' house in a hurry, and continued to curse on the stairs, "I have a feeling to get out of here, don't let me see you again."

Just as Yan Jianghe finished cursing, the phone dinged and vibrated twice in his hand.

Yan Jianghe frowned and looked down, then stood at the stairs in a daze.

It is a transfer information.Yan Jianghe brightened up the screen, stared at it with wide eyes, and looked at it over and over again no less than ten times.

Yan Jianghe couldn't remember Zhang Cong's account, he couldn't even remember his own, but from very early on, he asked Zhang Cong to apply for a card, and he would put money into it at the beginning of every month, such as living expenses and tuition fees.Even if the relationship between them turned into bullshit, Yan Jianghe never cut Zhang Cong's money.

It's been a long time, Yan Jianghe doesn't care anymore, he also remembers what the last few characters of Zhang Cong's card number look like.In particular, he dug up his earlier transfer information for comparison.

Yan Jianghe had to be sure that it was Zhang Cong who was sending money to him.

That bastard ignored him and sent him money.Where did you sing it?

What made Yan Jianghe even more troublesome was that Yan Jianghe carefully stared at the amount on the message, and almost raised his hand to remove the tempered film, so as not to block his sight with the transparent thing.

Is he blind?

The money that Zhang Cong sent to him was twice as much as what he sent at the beginning of this month.

Although Yan Jianghe is used to Zhang Cong, he is not very rich and has no special needs. The money he gave Zhang Cong is considerable.

——So, where did Zhang Cong get the money from?

Beijing is an imperial capital, and prices are high, so the cost must be higher than here.Zhang Cong is a student, is he going to turn the world upside down?

Yan Jianghe's brains were so messed up that he could only hold an unpopular face on his neck, and just walked into his house.

It's a pity that the more annoying thing is yet to come. Yan Jianghe's shoes haven't finished taking off. In addition to hearing Yan Laicai's stupid barking, Zhou Pingnan also said with concern: "Then you must pay attention to where you live, where do you live?"

Yan Jianghe's eyebrows twitched, and a subtle feeling suddenly rolled in his heart.

"Jiang He is back." Yan Tao said.

Zhou Pingnan immediately raised his voice: "Hey, yes, Yan Jianghe is back, Zhang Cong, did you tell him?"

Yan Jianghe almost kicked the slipper in Yan Laicai's dog's face.

Zhou Pingnan: "Ah, I've said it. Okay, let's hang up first. By the way, Auntie forgot to mention it. Zhang Cong, happy birthday. I'd better find time to come back after work over there. Uncles and aunts miss you gone."

Yan Jianghe: "..."

Already said?Zhang Cong said a fart to him, what did he say?The spectrum is quite big, when did ICBC become the spokesperson of Zhang Cong?

Zhou Pingnan hung up the phone, and immediately turned his head to scold Yan Jianghe: "Why did you come back?"

Yan Tao clicked his tongue, and because he felt the same, he couldn't help avenging his son: "The hospital is busy, it's not like you don't know the nature of Jiang He's work."

Zhou Pingnan curled his lips and said nothing, but his legs were diligent, and he hurried into the kitchen to serve Yan Jianghe dumpling soup.

Yan Jianghe looked around in silence, his uncle and aunt had already left, and his cousin and husband were not there, so he probably sent them back.Ning Hanghang was lying on Zhou Qian's lap, squinting his eyes from sleepiness, and was laughing at him.

Yan Jianghe leaned over and rubbed the little girl's face first: "Good boy."

He looked at Zhou Qian again: "Brother-in-law sent uncle and aunt?"

"Well, Hang Hangfei said he wanted to wait for you, so he didn't go together. He will come back to pick up our mother and daughter later." Zhou Qian laughed, "You've been tired all day, please sit down and rest."

Yan Jianghe didn't say anything, just tugged Ning Hanghang's braid again, not in any other mood.It happened that Zhou Pingnan's dumpling soup was served, so he ate and drank absent-mindedly.

The cousin-in-law came back soon, and Zhou Qian put on her coat, ready to take Ning Hanghang home.Ninghanghang put it at the door, put on one shoe and took it off again. She leaned in front of Yan Jianghe, and mysteriously took out two boxes of Wangzai milk from her pocket: "Uncle, where is little uncle? Isn't it his birthday today? I kind of miss him."

Yan Jianghe: "..."

Yan Jianghe took Wangzai's milk and put it on the table: "Little uncle has something to do, so he won't come back today."

Ning Hanghang let out an "oh", pouted unhappily, yawned and became happy again, and ran into Zhou Qian's arms to hug her.

Yan Jianghe turned his face to look at the Wangzai milk on the table, feeling a little confused.

——The biggest advantage of a child is that if the innocence is cared about, it is like sweet milk, and she can forget it after yawning and sleeping.

Adults are different, no matter how much you yawn and sleep, you will feel distressed continuously.Mature care is even more different. Years will make the heart and lungs stronger. It is difficult to poke in with a stick, and difficult to pull out. Even if it is pulled out, there will still be holes and scars.No matter what, it is unforgettable.

Zhou Qian and Ning Hanghang went back, and there were only three members of Yan Jianghe's family left at home, and the skits of the Spring Festival Gala were being played on TV.

Zhou Pingnan urged: "Eat quickly, go back to sleep after eating, it's not too early."

"Yes, I know." Yan Jianghe bit the dumplings one bite at a time, and suddenly took a mouthful of sweetness, and he actually ate sugar from the dumpling filling.

In fact, his family doesn't do this kind of fancy, Yan Jianghe was stunned: "Mom, did you put sugar in the dumplings?"

"So it's in your mouth?" Zhou Pingnan laughed.

Yan Tao also laughed: "Your mother is stingy, so she wrapped a piece of candy. Hang Hang just searched for a long time and couldn't find it. You bit it after a few bites. If Hang Hang didn't leave, he would cry."

"Anyone can eat so many buns, so what's the point?" Zhou Pingnan looked at Yan Tao, "Just one is fun."

Zhou Pingnan glanced at his disappointing son again: "You can do it, it seems that this year will be sweet. Yes, you should also find someone..."

"Mom." Yan Jianghe interrupted hastily.He knew what Zhou Pingnan wanted to say.

He didn't think much about it before, he always went with the flow.Now that Zhang Cong jumped out recklessly, he couldn't even figure out what he was thinking about.

Yan Jianghe might be thinking about Zhang Cong in his head, and his mouth was bald: "Did Zhang Cong call you just now?"

Zhou Pingnan was insulted and waved his hand: "He said that he will pay New Year's greetings tomorrow. Today's New Year's Eve is his birthday. I called him."

Yan Jianghe: "..."

It seems that Zhang Cong is selectively blind and deaf, and the dog's paw is also selectively disabled.So Zhou Pingnan's call can be received, but his call cannot be received.

"I have to tell you if you don't mention it." Zhou Pingnan was downcast, "What's the matter with Zhang Cong? It's fine if he doesn't come back usually, so as not to make a fuss. Why don't you see anyone during the winter vacation? He always says he has a job , There is an internship. What kind of job is there for a Chinese New Year student? Besides, are all the college students these days trying to help others? What is the job? He is only a freshman."

Yan Tao also frowned: "Doesn't Zhang Cong want to come back? This kid is usually thoughtful. After all, he is not related to us, is he embarrassed..."

"Shut up." Zhou Pingnan yelled at Yan Tao, "If he doesn't treat himself as part of the family, I'll be the first to slap him."

Yan Tao was helpless: "Talk like you can really beat other people's children."

"..." Zhou Pingnan paused, "Then I have to go home. Hey, this child is alone..."

Yan Jianghe didn't dare to speak the whole time.He really didn't know what to say.If he didn't know well that Zhang Cong didn't go home because of him, he would have pulled Zhang Cong back by his ears and been beaten.

It's a pity that Zhou Pingnan didn't let him go, she asked Yan Jianghe: "Yan Jianghe, have you paid enough?"

Ms. Zhou's mouth has always been critical of the current situation, and it is almost impossible to lift any pot.Yan Jianghe subconsciously touched his pocket, and there was Zhang Cong's transfer information on the mobile phone in his pocket.

——It's going to kill me.

Yan Jianghe was expressionless, and said bluntly, "I have."

"Just give it. Don't lose him." Zhou Pingnan instructed again.

"How can Jiang He?" Yan Tao also said.

Zhou Pingnan: "Tell him again, don't push yourself so hard, don't alienate us. When we invest, he's only 20 years old..."

What Zhou Pingnan said again, Yan Jianghe only half understood.He didn't find anything, but felt empty in his heart, so he stuffed dumplings into his stomach, and drank the two boxes of Wangzai milk that Ninghanghang gave Zhang Cong because they were not pleasing to the eye.In the end, as expected, I supported it.

Yan Jianghe rubbed his belly.After getting out of the house and getting into the car, he didn't drive straight away, but turned on the car's air conditioner, blowing hot air, and turned on the stereo to listen to music.

Yan Jianghe cut two songs and chose a gentle English song.

The male voice is deep and affectionate, it is a love song: "Anywhereyouare, Iamnear.Anywhereyougo, Iwillbethere.Anytimeyouwhispermyname..."

Yan Jianghe has no musical instincts. He usually listens to songs to relieve boredom. He doesn't know the name of this song, but he thinks it is very familiar, not limited to the familiarity of car music.

Yan Jianghe sat thinking, feeling a little sleepy from the hot air from the air conditioner.

He rubbed his face, opened a gap in the window, and closed it only after being woken up by the cold wind.Yan Jianghe took out his mobile phone and texted Zhang Cong "Happy Birthday" before stepping on the accelerator and driving.

There were very few cars on the road, and it was empty.Occasionally, there will be some firecrackers, and there are naughty children from who knows who, and there are three or five gangs playing with firecrackers on the side of the curb.

After singing a song in the car, Yan Jianghe pressed replay again, and suddenly remembered.

Zhang Cong's cell phone ringtone has always been this song.And when he was generally lonely at the moment—the snowy night when he met Zhang Cong for the first time, Zhang Cong also played this song.

After a long time, Yan Jiang He Mingming never remembered it, but he was able to remember it miraculously as naturally as if he plucked a string.

How long has the young and soft heart that was only dedicated to Yan Jianghe curled up quietly?

Why don't Yan Jiang guess, it's boring.It must have been a little longer than he guessed.