no way

A thousand or eight hundred kilometers away, in the troubled and prosperous imperial capital, Zhang Cong was shrouded in cold air, pushing open the door of an inconspicuous youth hostel.

It is a pair of glass doors with a wooden sign hanging on the door, and a row of crisp golden bells hanging below.The bell is a bit old, mottled with fine rust, and there is a sound when the door is pushed.

Zhang Cong's cold hand left the cold doorknob, put it in the pocket of his cold coat, and walked straight to his small room.

Today is New Year's Eve.He ordered a box of dumplings for takeaway, and now it has been safely delivered to his door.

Zhang Cong bent down and picked it up, took out his room card, opened the door, and entered the room.

Beijing is bigger than the land where he was born.Several rings are hugged together, squeezed together.

Zhang Cong felt that the subway and bus lines in Beijing were very long.He often stands, occasionally sits down, his eyes see the darkness of the earth and the light of the earth.There is whining wind whistling in my ears, but I can't smell anything at the tip of my nose.

He would lean on his back, on the back of the chair or on the railing, and suddenly think of Yan Jianghe.When thinking, it can be coherent from the beginning to the end, or it can be enlarged or reduced piecemeal to a fine fragment.He sometimes stops by and arrives at some place of ignorance.

He stopped today.After passing the station, I finally came back.He entered the room, put the dumplings in his hand on the table, took off his clothes and hung them up, washed his hands and sat down at the table.

Zhang Cong turned on his phone and watched it while eating dumplings.He is no different from normal people, he will choose a movie when eating, and even a piece of news no matter how old-fashioned he is.You can listen to the sound and see the image from the left and right, and then eat.

Zhang Cong was so ill that he stared dryly at a missed call—it was from Yan Jianghe.

Zhang Cong stared at the missed call and ate half a box of dumplings, then stared at the message again.It was Yan Jianghe who stared at the message from more than half a month ago - "Are you back on New Year's Day?"

He just ate a box of dumplings. When the last dumpling was stuffed into his mouth, Zhang Cong blinked and almost choked.

He didn't chew much, and basically swallowed the last dumpling whole.Following the two vibrations of the phone, a new message popped up in Zhang Cong's current dialog box - "Happy birthday."

It was from Yan Jianghe.

Zhang Cong bent his back and put his chin on the edge of the table.He closed his eyes for a while, and brought up a smile at the corner of his mouth. At the same time, he took a deep breath, and only dared to breathe out slowly when he was short of oxygen.

——I still need to endure, and now is not the time.

He is like some kind of fierce beast who has stolen a small bargain, hiding his bloodthirsty desire for a moment, and lying here honestly, pretending to be well-behaved, licking an insignificant but extremely precious sweetness.

Then Zhang Cong stood up, threw away the takeaway box, put on his coat again, and went out again with his mobile phone.

This time he searched for a certain distance, but he didn't know whether the distance was long or short, and his hands and feet were freezing cold.He found a supermarket that was open, went in and bought a single light Dove chocolate.Smooth milk taste.

Zhang Cong walked back while picking up chocolate.It's cold, and the sugar is frozen hard, making it crunchy to the bite.

Zhang Cong made a comparison based on his own thoughts, thinking that the one that Yan Jianghe dumped to him two years ago to make amends for Ninghanghang was sweeter and softer-the one was in Yan Jianghe's pocket, and had touched Yan Jianghe's body temperature.

After eating half of the chocolate, the phone in his pocket rang.Zhang Cong took it out to see that it was Tang Fuxing's call.

Zhang Cong connected: "Hello."

"Happy birthday." Tang Fuxing laughed over there.His family is probably watching the Spring Festival Gala, and the background is very cheerful, noisy, full of fireworks in the world.

Zhang Cong smiled slightly: "Thank you."

Calculating the time, his transfer must have arrived early.Yan Jianghe should have returned from Zhou Pingnan's house after eating dumplings by now, and he didn't know if he arrived home.Zhang Cong listened to Zhou Pingnan rambling that Yan Jianghe had classes today.It must be very tiring from morning till night.

This person becomes lazy when he is tired, and when he comes home at this time, he will definitely lie on the sofa for a long time without moving.If Yan Meitong didn't have the eyesight to see the crooked approach, Yan Jianghe would probably kick her lightly, and then Yan Meitong would not know what to do, and would hug Yan Jianghe's foot with her claws and suck and rub.

The stupid fat man next to the ear chattered endlessly: "My family has been busy all day, and I just went out to set off a whip."

"En." Zhang Cong responded lightly.

Tang Fuxing: "Birthday presents, as well as delicious food and drinks, are all prepared for you. When will you come back?"

Zhang Cong paused and remained silent.

There was a moment of silence on the phone.Tang Fuxing must have gone out of the house, maybe rolling to some corner of the toilet, Zhang Cong heard the noise from his side quiet down.

Tang Fuxing's voice was even lower: "I want to ask you something."

After Zhang Cong finished eating a bar of chocolate, he licked his teeth with the tip of his tongue: "Say."

"Brother Yan sent Yan Laicai over to take a bath years ago, and I mentioned you. Brother Yan's expression at that time..." Tang Fuxing gritted his teeth, and said, "Is it because of Brother Yan that you didn't come back? You... ...."

Tang Fuxing grunted: "What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." Zhang Cong returned to the youth hostel, opened the door again, and the hot air hit his face.He tossed the chocolate wrappers into the trash can by the door.

Tang Fuxing only panted and did not speak, and Zhang Cong did not hang up the phone.Zhang Cong walked through the corridor of the hotel, opened the door to enter, closed the door, and sat on the bed.

Only then did Tang Fuxing start talking again: "Didn't I tell you before that I went to learn pet grooming and hairdressing and got a girlfriend in class?"

Tang Fuxing was a little hesitant: "My girlfriend, she said she is... seems like a rotten girl or something... I just like to read two guys... comics, novels ..."

"What do you want to say?" Zhang Cong didn't want to see his incomprehensible virtue, paused for a moment, and sighed, "Just say what you want to say."

Tang Fuxing was completely dumb after being choked by Zhang Cong.

Zhang Cong leaned lightly on the pillow, and simply admitted: "It's just what you think."

Tang Fuxing obviously took a breath of air, and said with a shudder: "That's..."

Zhang Cong: "It's me."

"..." Tang Fuxing dawdled for a long time, "At the school entrance banquet, I thought it was because I drank too much and my eyes were crippled."

Zhang Cong raised his head and stared at the ceiling.He couldn't stir the turmoil in his heart for a long time: "If you think..."

"I don't think so." Tang Fuxing said quickly, "I have nothing to feel."

"That's right..." Tang Fuxing asked tremblingly, "You won't just never come back, will you?"

"..." Zhang Cong was a little helpless, thinking that Tang Fuxing was indeed a fool.

He moved his body slowly and lay down flat on the bed, his voice was very sure: "No."

Zhang Cong's eyes narrowed slightly, unable to figure out what he was thinking."I'll go back," he said.

—he will go back, but not yet.

After hanging up Tang Fuxing's phone call, Zhang Cong reopened Yan Jianghe's message box again, and looked at the latest "Happy Birthday" again.

Zhang Cong didn't put the phone aside until his arm started to tingle from holding the phone.The arm drooped over the eyes.

Zhang Cong couldn't bear it, and finally muttered in a low voice: "Yan Jianghe, please think of me more."

Zhang Cong lay still, did not take off his clothes, and did not cover himself with the quilt, just fell asleep.

He woke up again at three o'clock in the morning, and it was still dark.Zhang Cong went to the bathroom to wash his face, came back, took off his coat, and turned on the computer.

He took out the tablet that Yan Jianghe bought for him last year from his bag and started drawing.

The money that Zhang Cong gave Yan Jianghe was naturally not upended by heaven.He really made his money by what he did—painting.

The game company Mr. Xu introduced to him has a lot of outsourced work.He said work placements were not all lies.Zhang Cong has been outsourcing game hand-painting since the end of September.He didn't dare to let himself be idle, for he was afraid that he would go crazy when he was free. Except for the school courses, he was drawing pictures day and night.

Holding the paintbrush that Yan Jianghe gave him in his hand, the dirty, ferocious and extreme thoughts in his heart can give up a little bit of restlessness.

Because Zhang Cong's skills are good and he can't stop drawing, he can make a bag very quickly, even handing it in in three or four days.Aside from rework and modification, Zhang Cong also went to some websites to request drawings and submit manuscripts.After half a year, he did make some money.

Now under his hands, on the pure black computer keyboard, the keycaps of the CTRL and Z keys have long been worn so that they cannot be seen, and are even so smooth that they can reflect light. ——These two keys are commonly used when drawing boards.

As Zhang Cong drew strokes, light slowly emerged from the sky, and the curtains of the hotel were branded with a thin layer of warm velvet. It was dawn.

The sun came out, and the first day of the new year was a bright and sunny day.

Years later, Yan Jianghe is still very busy.As a doctor, as long as the white coat is still there, you will never be able to be at ease.

Moreover, in response to the government's call, the big doctor formed a medical team called "Send Doctors to the Countryside". As the name suggests, it is to organize a medical team to go to the countryside to bring warmth and health to the rural people at the beginning of the new year.for a week.He reported to Yan Jiang how to go up.

In addition, Yan Jianghe had professional title exams in May and June, and when the time was squeezed, he became even more busy.

Even so, Yan Jianghe still pondered over where Zhang Cong's money came from.And within a few days, another transfer from Zhang Cong entered Yan Jianghe's mobile phone.

Yan Jianghe was forced to have a headache by Zhang Cong.How stupid Zhang Cong's money is, Yan Jianghe had already learned it in his early years, and now thinking about it, he still regrets beating Zhang Cong too lightly.

Yan Jiang He Dian thought about it, he was definitely worried.With Zhang Cong's bastard, Bao Buqi has grown up a bit and still can't change eating shit.

But Yan Jianghe never asked Zhang Cong where the money came from, why he didn't want the money, and why he doubled it back to him.

Nothing else.Because he couldn't ask.Zhang Cong didn't reply to any of his messages, including the phrase "Happy Birthday", let alone Yan Jianghe's missed call.

It's amazing.Their behavior has completely turned into a naked money relationship.What's even more ironic is that this money relationship is a two-way street.

Yan Jianghe was worried and angry, he couldn't handle the matter, and Zhang Congren was so far away from him, his hands weren't long enough to draw them.

The fifteenth day of the first lunar month was not over yet, and when Zhang Cong's third transfer came in, Yan Jianghe finally couldn't bear it anymore.He called three times in a row, and was shut down three times in a row. He was so angry that he asked the hospital for two days of emergency leave that day, and immediately booked a ticket to Beijing the next morning.

——He'd like to see for himself what kind of slapstick that bastard is now.

It's also a coincidence.Yan Jianghe was walking back from get off work in the evening, and unexpectedly ran into an acquaintance in the hospital lobby, who was Zhang Cong's art teacher.

"Teacher Xu?" Yan Jianghe was stunned, and walked over to say hello first, "Why are you here?"

Teacher Xu was not too surprised to see Yan Jianghe. He knew that Yan Jianghe worked in a big doctor before. He smiled: "Mr. Yan, my wife is pregnant, and I don't know what I ate, and I have diarrhea. Take her to see."

Yan Jianghe asked: "Is there nothing wrong?"

"It's okay. After reading it, it's not a big problem." Teacher Xu said, "I'll come down to get the medicine."

"That's good." Yan Jianghe nodded and laughed, "When did you have it? Congratulations."

Teacher Xu: "There were some years ago. I will treat you when the full moon is over. Mr. Yan, come to join us?"

Yan Jiang Heke responded politely.At this time, a little nurse brushed past Yan Jianghe and nodded towards Yan Jianghe.

Yan Jianghe hurriedly called her to stop: "Hey, Xiao Xia, wait a minute."

"What's the matter, Doctor Yan?"

Yan Jianghe turned his head and said to the nurse: "I will tell you again, the patient in bed No. [-] must pay more attention, especially on duty at night. If anything goes wrong, I will not be here for the next two days, so I must contact Dr. Zhou as soon as possible. Do you live?"

"Remember, you've said it all, Dr. Yan. You won't be handsome if you talk too much. Let's go and buy dinner." The little nurse said with a playful smile.

Yan Jianghe snorted and laughed: "Little girl, she's half-hearted in her work, and still thinks I'm long-winded."

Yan Jianghe turned around, ready to bid farewell to Teacher Xu.But before he could speak, Teacher Xu suddenly said pleasantly, "So it's you."

Yan Jianghe was stunned for a moment, and asked in a daze: "What am I?"

"The profile of the avatar."

Yan Jianghe was even more confused: "The profile of the head portrait?"

This time Teacher Xu was stunned: "You don't know?"

Teacher Xu took out his mobile phone from his pocket and rummaged: "Zhang Cong's Weibo profile picture. A white canvas with a profile outlined by black lines."

Teacher Xu: "Although it is very simple, but this side profile is very handsome, and it is a head portrait. Many fans of Zhang Cong guessed that it is him. I knew it was not at a glance. I am still curious about who it is, Zhang Cong himself Not to mention, it will become an unsolved mystery. I just thought of Zhang Cong, and when you turned your head, I felt that the hairstyle and outline were similar."

Teacher Xu found Zhang Cong's Weibo and enlarged his profile picture.Yan Jianghe looked down, and it really was a side face.There are no eyebrows, only fragments of hair, and the line from the forehead to the chin.The lines are smooth and the writing is heavy and heavy.

Teacher Xu looked at Yan Jianghe sideways twice, and after comparing, he smiled and said, "It really is you."

Teacher Xu is an insider, even though he has no eyebrows, if he looks face to face like this, he will be considered blind if he can't tell.

Yan Jianghe was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "This is Zhang Cong's Weibo?"

"Yeah." Mr. Xu was surprised when he saw Yan Jianghe like this, knowing nothing, "You really don't know? Didn't he tell you? The account he applied for when he was in the third year of high school now has many fans. So do I. His fan, he is really the best student I have ever had."

He said and handed the phone to Yan Jianghe to see.

Yan Jianghe had nothing to say and could only stare blankly at Zhang Cong's Weibo account.In addition to his own profile, the most eye-catching thing is Zhang Cong's Weibo name.

——river.

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Yan Jianghe: Unexpectedly, it turned out to be me chasing my husband thousands of miles away.Life is so hard.