no way

Yan Jianghe grabbed Teacher Xu and asked some more questions.Finally let him know, Zhang Cong has been taking jobs in a game company in Beijing through the introduction of Mr. Xu.

After thinking about it this way, the money was not random.

"It's just that this kid doesn't listen to persuasion. Central America's courses are not easy. He takes on one job after another without stopping." Teacher Xu said with some concern, "It must be very tiring. But it's also because he has been drawing non-stop. , and painters have also advanced by leaps and bounds."

Teacher Xu said, and randomly pulled two pictures from Zhang Cong's Weibo to show Yan Jianghe: "Look. For block painting, he can do Japanese, Korean, European and American styles. Not to mention other things, especially the realistic style, which is very Delicate, more skilled than before."

Yan Jianghe stared at Zhang Cong's paintings. There were electronic pictures drawn on boards, 3D model drawings, photos taken on drawing boards, sketches, watercolors, oil paintings...all very delicate and beautiful.

Teacher Xu: "But Mr. Yan, you still have to persuade him to pay more attention to rest when you are young. In our business, if you don't pay attention, it is easy to get 'occupational diseases'."

Teacher Xu laughed at himself: "Look at me, shoulders, neck and so on, now they are sore and sore after drawing for a long time."

Yan Jianghe paused, as if a short-haired hedgehog popped out of his heart, rolling upside down.

Yan Jianghe didn't care about his words, and unintentionally said in a low voice: "He doesn't listen to me, I don't know anything."

Yan Jianghe shut his mouth after he finished speaking. He was stunned when he saw Teacher Xu.It is estimated that people are also surprised and strange.Why does his so-called "brother" know nothing.I don't know Zhang Cong's Weibo account, nor do I know how Zhang Cong lived in Beijing.

But how can he know?Now, what reason does he need to know?

Teacher Xu didn't say anything superfluous, probably out of politeness, he just smiled: "He's grown up too, he's a young man."

"That's right." Yan Jianghe also smiled.It's a pity that I couldn't smile into my eyes.

Zhang Cong has grown up.It's a man.With such tough and strong bones, he refused to show weakness even when he was the most helpless, let alone now.

All the way home, Yan Jianghe couldn't help but feel a sense of loss.He seems to have lost something, his internal organs are full of hysteria, but what has he lost?

Everything is actually just developing in the most "normal" and most "should" direction.

Yan Jianghe is thirty this year, no matter how nonsense he is, he is not a brat.His family is stable and his career is on the right track, but fate has favored him and the dust has settled.Zhang Cong is 11 years younger than him, and Zhang Cong is still a "fledged" man.

There are thousands of "don'ts" in reality.

But Zhang Cong had a crooked mind, trying to plunge headlong into Yan Jiang He's hand and destroy it.

Those who are blind can see clearly that the ending between them is probably no more than "the road is open to the sky, each side goes to the other side." What's more, Zhang Cong has long been able to live independently.Isn't that bad?

But Yan Jianghe understood.He was indeed irritated by this "normal" and "should".

Yan Jianghe locked the car and went home, put on his phone and randomly poked a takeaway for dinner.When it was delivered, I realized that the order was noodle soup.

The shopkeeper is so stingy that he is not willing to give multiple food bags.The soup and noodles were mixed together, and the rider bumped a long distance, and Yan Jianghe was already wilting in his mouth after eating it.

Yan Jianghe would be picky at first, and even more picky if his temper came up.He didn't wait for a few mouthfuls before he clicked his tongue, flicked his chopsticks and refused to eat: "What the hell, all bad reviews."

He also compared unreasonably in his heart: "Zhang Cong wouldn't make such a face."

Yan Jianghe frowned and swiped at the phone, with a face of being owed 800 million by God, opened the evaluation, shook his fingers a few times, and selected all five-star praise.Then Yan Jianghe sighed, he didn't want 800 million anymore, so he clicked submit evaluation.

He really has no interest in this bowl of noodles under his poor eyes.Yan Jianghe was so lazy, he didn't pour out the food for a bowl when he brought it back, he just put it in a plastic bag and ate it in a big bowl, now it's easy to waste food, the plastic bag is lifted up and thrown away, and the bowl doesn't need to be washed.

But the bottom of the bowl is hot, and there is still residual heat from the noodle soup.

This is the case with many things. On the surface, they are not sticky at all, there is no soup or water, and they are clean.But you have to touch it with your hands to know-human skin can feel it.

What's wrong with Yan Jiang? It's not easy to say, and his stomach is empty, so he can only go into the kitchen and eat bread with aggrieved.Unfortunately, the bread was bought a few days ago, and he didn’t remember to seal it when he opened it. It’s dry in the north in winter, and it’s not so soft after being air-dried in the kitchen.

Yan Jianghe drank another glass of water, met Yan Meitong who was on the ground for a while, and walked into the room.

He wanted to take a look at a professional book, but he couldn't help but feel annoyed. He sat on the lazy sofa and didn't want to move. He tilted his head and caught a glimpse of a painting standing by the wall.

Drawn by Zhang Cong.On his birthday the year before last, Shameless cheated him from Zhang Cong.

In the painting, he is wearing Zhang Cong's clothes, walking in front of him with a gleam of light in a desolate remnant snow.

Yan Jianghe got up, took the painting over, and sat back on the beanbag sofa to look at it again.At that time, he said that he wanted to frame the painting and put it on display, but Zhang Cong was still shy.Zhang Cong, this dog, was surprisingly fun when he came up.

Yan Jianghe just raised his arms and concentrated on looking at the painting, and didn't notice Yan Meitong's voice at all.Yan Meitong is usually designed by a sissy cat, but at this moment, the fur is itchy, and the posture is as if she wants to grab the painting in Yan Jianghe's hand.

Yan Jianghe only heard Yan Meitong's "meow", its four hooves jumped into the air, attacked from the side, and came towards the painting in Yan Jianghe's hand.

"Hey!" Yan Jianghe was startled, his hand trembled, the painting was released, and he hit the ground with a "boom", Yan Meitong landed on Yan Jianghe's lap, and turned his head to look at the painting on the ground, his paws began to move wildly, as if I want to jump down and grab a picture.

"Stop it, you." Yan Jianghe quickly grabbed Yan Meitong, pulled it onto the bed, and pointed at the cat to teach him a lesson, "What's wrong? Lay on my stomach!"

Yan Meitong was shaken by the harsh scolding, and could only lie down aggrieved, but her pair of beautiful eyes still stared at the painting on the ground.

Yan Jianghe: "..."

"Look at the fart." Yan Jianghe gritted his teeth and went to pick up the painting. He looked over and found a crack in the glass of the picture frame.

"Look at what you've done." Yan Jianghe put the painting beside the bed, and scolded Yan Meitong, "You can't grow your brain all day long, why are you jumping around? I can't control the mad cat disease? Four legs are amazing ?”

Yan Meitong was so scared that she didn't dare to speak out, only a pair of tricks remained.It's also a demonic obstacle. Wherever the painting is placed, it looks at it, and even dares to move its body and stick its buttocks to look at it.

Yan Jianghe: "..."

Yan Jianghe fell back on the lazy sofa and stared at the painting.After reading it, he sighed, touched the phone from the side, and opened Weibo while chattering: "I still have to change the glass."

Yan Jianghe has a Weibo account. At the beginning, Zhong Ning played it, and many doctors and nurses in the hospital used it. Yan Jianghe also signed up for an account when he was free.Watch hot news when you are bored.

But he was lazy, and he just applied for a number.His account was so depleted that there was nothing, no avatar, blank information, even a bunch of garbled names, and not enough attention to double digits, only Zhong Ning, Xu Huai and a few doctors from the hospital.

This number is brought out to show the eyes, at best it is a free zombie number for free.

Yan Jianghe typed an English word in the search bar - river.

He searched carefully for users, poked into Zhang Cong's homepage, clicked Follow, and scrolled down from the beginning.

Zhang Cong's account has incomplete information and no signature.But there are really many fans.Yan Jianghe had just looked at the painting on Mr. Xu's mobile phone before, but didn't look at it carefully. This time, he was shocked when he saw it, and there were tens of thousands of followers.

"This bastard..." Yan Jianghe flipped through Zhang Cong's Weibo, looking down one by one.Zhang Cong doesn't post anything except paintings, and he doesn't like to interact with fans.

But he couldn't hold back the bragging below, exaggerated to the point of killing Saibi.Yan Jianghe turned to a comment and put it on the top: "Reliable news, the river belongs to our Yangmei University. It's a freshman this year. I'm really handsome!"

The fans were restless below, but Zhang Cong didn't reply.

Yan Jianghe: "..."

Yan Jianghe's eyelids twitched, and he continued to scroll down.Zhang Cong draws a lot of pictures, and the frequency of posting pictures is not small.After pondering, Yan Jianghe realized that the pictures he posted were basically for practice purposes, and commercial and outsourcing pictures were generally not sent out.

Yan Jianghe was watching, when a call came in from his mobile phone, he was stunned for a moment, and saw the name "Yun Lei" on the screen.

Yan Jianghe and Yun Lei have not had any serious contact for a long time.The last symbolic contact was on the first day of the Lunar New Year, when Yun Lei sent him a message to wish her New Year greetings, he replied politely.It's quite strange that Yun Lei called suddenly now.

Yan Jianghe was puzzled, and answered the phone: "Hello, Yun Lei?"

"Jiang He." Yun Lei smiled over there, "Still busy?"

"No." Yan Jianghe said, "I'm off work, what do you need from me?"

Yun Lei paused, and said in a low voice: "I'm going back abroad next week. I may not come back in the future."

Yan Jianghe paused for a moment and didn't ask anything.He responded without hesitation: "Oh."

Yun Lei was quiet for a while, then suddenly said: "Are you free recently? Let's have a meal and see me off."

Yan Jianghe thought for a while and asked, "Who are they? Are there many people? Why don't you call Zhong Ning and play together?"

Yun Lei seemed to be expecting it, so she let out a breath and smiled: "Forget it, I won't eat. It's tossing."

Yan Jianghe didn't speak.

"You, it's always been like this, and in the end you don't keep any affection." Yun Lei said softly.

Yan Jianghe subconsciously went to look at the painting again, pursed his lips, and then asked Yun Lei: "When will you leave?"

"Why do you ask this, you didn't come to see me off." Yun Lei said.

Yan Jianghe moved his eyes away from the painting to look at Yan Meitong, who was still looking at the painting: "Have a good trip."

"Jiang He." Yun Lei suddenly called Yan Jianghe, but didn't answer.

Yan Jianghe stood up, walked to the painting and squatted down, touched the crack on the glass of the photo frame with his hand: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Yun Lei must have thought through something, took a deep breath, and said, "I just feel a little sad."

After she was silent, she finally indulged herself and said nonsense: "It's all my fault for losing you."

Yun Lei: "In the future... we don't need to contact each other anymore."

Yan Jianghe narrowed his eyes, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that the cracks on the glass were too intrusive. He didn't say much, and said in a steady voice: "Okay. I wish you all the best."

"Yeah. You too. Goodbye." After Yun Lei finished speaking, she hung up the phone.

With an elegant and beautiful woman, she had waited too long to save someone.Yun Lei has never been a person who doesn't know what is good or bad, and it is her best effort to go back and stand still.

But Yan Jianghe will never come back.Yan Jianghe even felt that Yun Lei had uttered an unreasonable nonsense. ——In this troubled world, who can truly lose whom?

Nowadays, the traffic is so developed, as long as a "person" wants to.He can have many ways, waste different time, trek over thousands of kilometers, reach a certain place, and meet the person he wants to meet.

Yan Jianghe threw the phone on the bed, rummaged through the box, and returned with a screwdriver. He simply sat down on the ground and began to disassemble the photo frame.

——Cracks obstruct the eyes and detract from the beauty of the picture.

Yan Jianghe glanced at Yan Meitong, then lowered his head and continued to remove it.He said to Yan Meitong: "You have been looking at this painting, do you miss Zhang Cong?"

Yan Meitong didn't make a sound, and Rupu went to the bedside to watch Yan Jiang He disassemble the photo frame.

Yan Jianghe removed the photo frame, he was going to put the scroll up and put it away first, and then put it in after changing the glass of the photo frame.

In fact, before Yan Jianghe could take out the painting, his eyes rolled and he was suddenly stunned.

He put the painting in by himself at the beginning, and he specially ordered the photo frame. Why didn't he know that when he put it in, he also stuffed a note into it?

It could only be that Zhang Cong sneaked in it secretly after the fact.

Yan Jianghe took out the note.This piece of paper was not big, and it was not folded. It was tapped on the back of the painting and put into the photo frame together.

Yan Jianghe turned the note over, and saw black and white characters, which were in beautiful cursive English.

It read: "I was born for you."

- I was born for you.

Yan Jianghe crossed his legs, stared at it for a while, and put the note on his lap.It was so light and fluffy that it couldn't even be swayed by the slightest breeze, and it didn't weigh the slightest bit.

Yan Meitong suddenly turned her face away, narrowed her eyes and licked her paws twice, and then kept saying "meow".

It's like in the quietest lake, at the slowest speed, the smallest stone falls, and then hits the weakest water wave.

Yan Jianghe rubbed his face, so surprised that he didn't scold Zhang Cong at all.He just picked up the painting again and started scrolling.

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Yan Meitong: Meow meow meow meow meow!

(Do you have a translator who can speak cat language? It sounds like it is saying to Yan Jianghe: You want Zhang Cong!)

(PS: See you in the next chapter)

(Re-PS: There is a big picture of the gurgling handwriting on Weibo @拂那一口药)