no way

Although Yan Jianghe already knew where Zhang Cong's money came from, he went to the airport early the next morning, picked up a ticket to Beijing, and boarded the plane.

Why did Yan Jiang have to see Zhang Cong, immediately.He has something to figure out in person.

When the plane landed, Yan Jianghe made a fuss, got out of the airport, took a taxi and went directly to the Central Academy of Fine Arts.

In the taxi, Yan Jianghe called Zhang Cong again, but as expected, he still didn't answer.

"You bastard." Yan Jianghe scolded Zhang Cong through gritted teeth. After getting off the car, he stood at the gate of Yangmei to blow the air.

School has not started yet, and there are no students in the school.Yan Jianghe was expressionless, his fingertips were cold, he tapped and poked on the tough tempered glass of his mobile phone, and sent a message to Zhang Congdeng: "I'm at the main entrance of the Central Academy of Fine Arts, come here. Now, immediately, immediately."

After sending a message, Yan Jianghe snorted coldly and stared at Yangmei's gate.

The big characters of the school name are very impressive.

During the time when Yan Jianghe had no way of knowing, Zhang Cong went in and out of this door.

It is also a coincidence that Yan Jianghe came, Zhang Cong happened to be at the school.Yan Jianghe didn't wait too long.In about ten minutes, Zhang Cong ran out of the gate.

He was wearing the pure white long work jacket handpicked by Yan Jianghe last year.Yan Jianghe has always felt that this dress suits Zhang Cong particularly well.Youthful and domineering, but not frivolous at all.

Desolate, but at the same time extremely bright and eye-catching. ——This is the bastard of his family.

Zhang Cong didn't stop on his feet and ran very fast.After a few steps, he ran to Yan Jianghe and stopped.His chest was restrained from rising and falling, he took a deep breath of cold air, and warm white mist sprayed out from his pale lips.

Zhang Cong's eyes rested on Yan Jianghe's face and did not move. Yan Jianghe looked at him, and his scalp felt numb all of a sudden. He always felt that Zhang Cong could pounce on him and bite his neck off if he didn't pay attention.

Zhang Cong lost weight.The chin is sharper.The eye sockets also seem to be darker.His brow bone was already high, and his pupils were particularly dark. He stared at it intently, it was pitch black and hopeless, and the things hidden inside were too deep and could obliterate the bright sunlight at noon.

The moment he saw Zhang Cong's face clearly, Yan Jianghe's heart skipped a beat. He understood very clearly at this moment—he really missed Zhang Cong.really want.

The longing that has been buried in solitude and busyness, actually grows and stacks very high, and a large wet cloud is hoarded at the top, crumbling.It finally collapsed with a crash, and the wind and rain were rushing and pouring.

Yan Jianghe's mouth was dry for a while. Just as he was about to open his mouth, Zhang Cong beat him to speak for a second.

There was a smile on the corner of Zhang Cong's eyes: "Brother, I miss you."

"..." It seemed that there was a small string that had just been twisted, gently hanging Yan Jianghe's liver and gallbladder.

Yan Jianghe frowned slightly, and couldn't help saying, "I lost weight."

Zhang Cong's eyes dimmed, and his breathing gradually calmed down. He lowered his voice and asked Yan Jianghe, "Why did you come here suddenly?"

Mentioning this Yan Jianghe gives me a headache.After a trip full of dust and dust, he put it aside for a long time, as stupid as a living popsicle.

And Zhang Cong started acting like a demon again.With that expression, Yan Jianghe's eyeballs were about to pop.Zhang Cong's unlucky face looked like he had won a one billion lottery.

Zhang Cong seemed to be dazzled by the big pie in the sky, he tentatively asked, his tone was a little surprised, as small as a few golden stars, scattered into the vast black sky: "Are you here to find me?"

"Nonsense, otherwise who would I look for?" Yan Jianghe looked down on his appearance and said angrily, "You still have the face to ask me?"

Yan Jianghe: "I want to ask you, if you don't go home during the Chinese New Year, is it addictive to stay in Beijing?"

Zhang Cong didn't speak for a long time.He just stood and looked at Yan Jianghe, seeing that he was wearing a pure black down jacket.This dress is quite thick.

Yan Jianghe also wore a dark gray woolen scarf. After tossing for a long time, the wind blew, and the flow underneath was a bit messy.Zhang Cong took a step forward, lowered his head, stretched out his hands, and tidied up the scarf around Yan Jianghe's neck.

"..." Yan Jianghe's question suddenly faltered, and his tone slowed down, "Speak."

Zhang Cong glanced at Yan Jianghe again, and took another step back.He said softly, "I don't have a home."

These words were like a machete, facing Yan Jianghe's Tianling Gai fiercely, and slashed down fiercely.Yan Jianghe believed that Zhang Cong was forcing him to do it at the main entrance of Yangmei.

Yan Jianghe raised his arm, facing Zhang Cong, but couldn't pull it down. He pointed at Zhang Cong: "Don't you stay here..."

Yan Jiang and He Qiang were half-dumb.Zhang Cong suddenly shook Yan Jianghe's hand.

It should be the reason why Zhang Cong ran all the way here, his palms were warm.Zhang Cong frowned, and quickly pinched Yan Jianghe's fingertips before letting go: "Is it cold? Let's go to another place."

"..." Yan Jianghe's molars hurt all over.

He really has accumulated a lot of grievances, and now he has finally met his head.Zhang Cong has really improved a lot in the past six months.In addition to allowing Yan Jianghe to come all the way by plane, this bastard thing can also block Yan Jianghe's body so badly that he can't open his mouth.

Zhang Cong said again, "Have you eaten yet?"

"No." Yan Jianghe said tiredly, so annoyed that he wished to ascend to heaven, and he didn't care to look at Zhang Cong again.

Zhang Cong thought for a while: "Then go eat something first. Let's go."

So Yan Jianghe could only follow Zhang Cong to forage.In fact, he has nothing to eat and drink right now.Yan Jianghe has never been so weird, it seems that the mouth is not his own, the brain is not his own, and the heart, liver and lungs are not his own.The parts of the whole body were randomly searched and assembled from some Roush.

He felt like he had never lived like this in his life, and it was real—not knowing what to do.

"Brother, wait for me." Zhang Cong stopped suddenly, turned his head and said.

Yan Jianghe didn't wait for a response, and Zhang Cong walked towards a milk tea shop at the intersection in two steps.

Within a few minutes, Zhang Cong came back with a cup of milk tea.He stuffed the milk tea in his hand to Yan Jianghe: "It's quite hot, hold it to warm your hands."

Yan Jianghe held the hot milk tea in both hands, and his spine seemed to be crawling up a row of small gnats with pointed teeth, gnawing at him while crawling.

The two of them didn't say anything more, Zhang Cong led Yan Jianghe into a hot pot restaurant.

When Yan Jianghe was about to sit down, Zhang Cong took the milk tea from his hand.The milk tea is not so hot anymore, the temperature has passed into Yan Jianghe's palm.

Yan Jianghe watched helplessly as the tall young man tilted his head slightly, and touched the paper cup containing milk tea with his lips in an understatement.Zhang Cong's black eyelashes drooped low, like a pair of thin wings that were listless and unwilling to take off.

In less than two seconds, Zhang Cong raised his head, quickly pursed his lower lip, put the milk tea cup on the table, took out a straw from his pocket, tore off the plastic wrap and inserted it.

Zhang Cong pushed the milk tea to Yan Jianghe's side: "It's not hot anymore, drink it, it's just right. The mandarin duck milk tea here is delicious."

Yan Jianghe didn't say a word, took off his coat, sat down slowly and took a straw.Indeed, the sweetness is moderate, and the entrance is silky.

Zhang Cong didn't care about Yan Jianghe anymore, and asked the waiter to order.Yan Jianghe inadvertently kept an ear, and found that everything Zhang Cong ordered was his favorite.

They haven't seen each other for half a year, but they didn't have a lively meal.Not to mention anything nutritious.But some tacit understandings are enduring over time, and isolation and breaking can be naturally inherited.

For example, when Yan Jianghe entered the door and sat down, he didn't move his butt. The dipping sauce was all arranged by Zhang Cong, and it was very suitable for his appetite.For another example, during the whole meal, Yan Jianghe only puts vegetables into his mouth, while Zhang Cong's shabu-shabu is very rhythmic, with meat and vegetables, and Yan Jianghe never uses his chopsticks for nothing.

But there is a difference.After a meal, Yan Jianghe was just about to take out his wallet, but Zhang Cong stood up, took the bill on the table, and went straight to the cashier to pay.

Yan Jianghe sighed in one breath, and disarmed all his crooked tempers.He figured it out more clearly - Zhang Cong didn't need to rely on him anymore.The relationship between them began to become absolutely independent and absolutely equal.

Yan Jianghe will never find that reason again.Not to mention being praised by the world, not even recognized by the world.He can't rely on other things to keep Zhang Cong.Along with Zhang Cong's feelings for him, all the reasons are high-sounding.

"Let's go." After paying the bill, Zhang Cong went back to the table and called Yan Jianghe.

They pushed open the door of the hot pot restaurant, and the winter wind blew on their faces again.

Yan Jianghe's chin was buried in the scarf, and Zhang Cong stood shoulder to shoulder with him: "There is a shopping mall ahead, let's go buy you a pair of gloves."

"Ah?" Yan Jianghe paused, "No need."

Zhang Cong smiled and did not argue with Yan Jianghe, but he kept walking in the direction of the mall: "Brother, do you want to go around? There are many interesting things in Beijing, you can go shopping more."

"I won't go around anymore, it's so far away, I'm too tired. Find a hotel and stay first." Yan Jianghe said, "I have to go back tomorrow, and I have to go back to the hospital tomorrow evening."

Zhang Cong let out a "hmm".

"How about." Yan Jianghe paused for a second, and then said, "Let's go to your school for a few laps."

Zhang Cong paused, then turned to look at Yan Jianghe.

Yan Jianghe hadn't seen Zhang Cong smile like this for a long time.Lu Li dimpled her smile.

Yan Jianghe recalled by the way, why Zhang Cong laughed so much before.He was in the cold wind right now, his head was cold, his nerves were muddled, and he couldn't figure out the details.But one thing is for sure, Zhang Cong only smiles like this every time he gets an advantage and takes advantage of it.

But that doesn't seem to be all.When Zhang Hanma had an accident, Yan Jianghe drove to the gate of the police station to pick up Zhang Cong, and he also smiled at himself.

Yan Jianghe ran away in a strange way, and when he realized it, Zhang Cong had already brought him into a leather goods store.

Zhang Cong swept around the counter and picked out a pair of neat sheepskin gloves wrapped in a layer of soft fleece.

Zhang Cong tried it on himself, and bought it without asking Yan Jianghe.

Then he walked up to Yan Jianghe and handed over the gloves: "Here."

Yan Jianghe didn't hesitate when he saw this, and simply accepted it.It doesn't make much sense for the two men to try to excuse themselves with their tongues.

Coming out of the shopping mall, Yan Jianghe put on the gloves by the way.It's really warm, warm in the palm of your hand.All the cold wind and air-conditioning are isolated from the outside, and the style is also good-looking, which makes Yan Jianghe's slender fingers look chic and powerful.

Zhang Cong stared at Yan Jianghe's gloved hands, and a pair of dimples were easily exposed again.

Yan Jianghe's eyes changed slightly, and he said, "Are you serious? Laughing like this."

"Huh?" Zhang Cong still smiled, and the dimples deepened, "As for. I'm very happy."

Zhang Cong said as if he had found a treasure: "You came to find me, I am so happy that I am going crazy."

"..." Yan Jianghe finally slapped Zhang Cong's shoulder with a gloved hand, and he cursed softly, "You bastard."