no way

"You can scold me whatever you want." Zhang Cong said hopelessly, licking a pair of dimples.

Yan Jianghe has never seen anyone who is so happy to be scolded, it is really cheap.Zhang Cong's slut made him shudder, and his stomach twitched after he had just been fed.

Yan Jianghe was in pain and annoyed, and finally sighed bitterly, and said vaguely: "You are really screwed."

After Zhang Cong heard this, he quickly lowered his eyes to cover his fluctuating expression.

He took Yan Jianghe into the gate of Yangmei.After entering the school and walking a long way, Zhang Cong said lightly, "I am willing."

At first, Yan Jianghe didn't understand what he was "willing" for.Turning to look at it, my heart trembled, and I understood immediately.

Yan Jiang He Haoxuan stepped over without hesitation, grabbed Zhang Cong's collar and asked, "Would you like it? I'm full and feed you like a baby, just to hear you say this in the end? In the end, I want you to suffer. This crime?"

But Yan Jiang didn't dare to grab Zhang Cong's collar.He didn't dare. ——How "willing" does Zhang Cong have to be to make such heavy and hard words so insignificant?

Zhang Cong brought Yan Jianghe to CAFA, and would open his mouth to tell Yan Jianghe what building was used for, and which building had its historical origin.But no matter the introduction or the narration, there is nothing about Zhang Cong's life in the words.

Zhang Cong didn't say anything.He didn't say how he spent the past six months, didn't say whether his college life was good, didn't say whether his studies were complicated, and didn't say whether he was tired of taking jobs to make money.

He is like a conscientious tour guide, just taking Yan Jianghe to visit the "Central Academy of Fine Arts", a large art school in Nuo University.

Yan Jianghe was uncomfortable the whole time.Zhang Cong's voice, every word, made him uncomfortable.

The furthest distance in the world is the distance between them side by side.

Yan Jianghe was led around the Central Academy of Art and completely lost his mood.His heart was heavy, his temper couldn't be lifted, and his heartache couldn't rise.All the five flavors were compressed together, and the chest became a small container, which was about to crack.

Zhang Cong took Yan Jianghe to a hotel with good conditions.It's still useless, why did Yan Jiang worry about spending money, Zhang Cong had already made an appointment at some point.

Yan Jianghe looked at the young man's back in a daze, panicked in a trance.

After entering the house, Zhang Cong first boiled a pot of hot water, but he did not intend to directly drink it for Yan Jianghe. Instead, he used it to boil the kettle and cups. When it was suitable, he handed it to Yan Jianghe.

Yan Jianghe took the cup silently and took a sip.

Zhang Cong stood opposite and watched Yan Jianghe drink the water, looking dazed.He thought morbidly: "It would be great if there was such a spell. You can manipulate a person and be willing to listen to yourself."

If so, he would be able to make Yan Jianghe obedient.

Yan Jianghe took a few sips of warm water, looked up and saw the dark circles under Zhang Cong's eyes, and felt that this bastard was too insane.

Yan Jianghe pondered for a while, and finally opened the gate with difficulty: "I heard that Mr. Xu said that you have taken on a lot of work in painting. You..."

Yan Jianghe: "If I give you the money, you can take it. Also, you don't have to pay me. You are only a freshman, so don't worry about squeezing yourself. If you have time..."

"In the past two years, you have spent a lot of money on me." Zhang Cong interrupted him suddenly.

Yan Jianghe put the cup on the table and began to regret bringing up the topic.In fact, he already understood why Zhang Cong was, and it was precisely because of this understanding that he stalled until now and couldn't talk about it.

Hearing it with my own ears at this moment, the degree of sadness must be much heavier than imagined.

Zhang Cong said lightly: "Let's not talk about whether the old man left enough money. You never used the old man's money at all, did you?"

Zhang Cong looked directly at Yan Jianghe, his eyes were dead silent: "I guess, you may have donated for grandpa."

Yan Jiang and He Chui clenched his hands subconsciously by his side.

Zhang Cong took a slow breath, and said what Yan Jianghe didn't like to hear the most: "I should return it to you."

"You..." Yan Jianghe's fist trembled, and he became very angry for a moment. It was all due to the pressure of reason, so he didn't punch Zhang Cong in the face.

Zhang Cong didn't stop, and then poured out his heart: "I want to stay by your side, but obviously it's impossible anymore. In addition to food, clothing, housing, transportation, tuition fees. Learning to paint also requires a lot of money, I remember it all."

Zhang Cong: "But the tablet is a birthday present from you, and I'm not going to pay it back."

Yan Jianghe said with a cold face: "Shut up."

Zhang Cong just ignored it: "Don't worry, I won't bother you anymore. You have your life, and you will live well without me. I will pay back the money bit by bit. You think I'm an eyesore, so we don't need to have anything else." Any contact. I stay away from you. I will work abroad after graduation."

Yan Jianghe: "Zhang Cong, shut up."

Zhang Cong was very emotional, and his tone was suddenly urgent: "Can I go? I will never pester you again. I am far away from you. Can I think of you from afar?"

Yan Jianghe took a step back and leaned his legs against the edge of the table, unable to bear the two questions. ——Zhang Cong doesn't want anything anymore, and he is trying to make a relationship with him, and he must be taken to heart.

Young feelings are clean, pure and passionate, and do not need any lingering entanglement.It is so noble, even if it is fragmented, it will burn tenaciously.

Zhang Cong tremblingly took a breath, choked the tendons in his neck, and crushed his sincerity: "You have lived for 30 years, and the two years you have known me don't account for much of it. You just feed the dog with good intentions, doesn't it exist? .”

"Bastard!" Yan Jianghe slapped him violently and knocked the chair beside him to the ground. He yelled, "If you say it doesn't exist, it doesn't exist? Why are you so capable? You..."

In his rage, Yan Jianghe actually scolded him badly.He always gouges out people with a bright tongue and flowers, but this time, what grows is a bush of thorns.One more sentence, one less sentence, has already pierced the flesh and blood.

"Then what do you want from me? What do you want from me?" Zhang Cong frowned slightly, his eyes full of grievances, and he complained, "Do you really want to torture me?"

Yan Jianghe opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Zhang Cong's legs moved a few times, and he walked to the edge of the bed and sat down.The air was quiet for a long time before Zhang Cong regained his composure.

Zhang Cong lowered his head, propped his hands on the bed, and bent his tall back: "Yan Jianghe, I don't know how you understand."

Zhang Cong's words were neither light nor heavy, and it seemed to be straightforward, but it was like a hard carving knife, engraved in every second: "I never really take anyone to heart. I have seen many bad things, and even more Knowing that I’m not a good person. Opening up to other people, and pouring out my heart and soul, I can’t do that. But you’re different.”

Zhang Cong: "My treatment of you is not as simple as you think."

The tip of Yan Jianghe's heart collapsed, collapsed, and flattened.It was not the first time he had heard other people's confession, but no one had shocked him like Zhang Cong.Obviously Zhang Cong is just a 20-year-old boy.

Zhang Cong continued to tear apart his unbearable affection: "You are almost all my affection."

"All. How to treat those who care about me, how to treat those who owe me, how to treat those who are going to leave me and pass away. How can I have friends, how can I have 'relatives', how can I have talent and the ability to live .All because of you, I only know."

"Life, dreams, love. You gave it to me." Zhang Cong's eyes looked at Yan Jianghe, as if he wanted to suck him in deeply and keep him forever, "You are my pillar."

Zhang Cong: "You don't need me. But you can't collapse it. I still want to live normally like a normal person."

Yan Jiang couldn't help being alarmed, he must be talking nonsense.In this world, how could there be one person who regards the other as the core and only revolves around the other?This is impossible.This kind of feeling is too exaggerated and artificial.Especially Zhang Cong originally had bright red roses.

As for Zhang Cong, Yan Jianghe really had no self-knowledge.The truth is clearly like this.Think about it carefully, what did he say wrong?

Zhang Cong was born with rotten roots.Yan Jianghe is the only source that he can absorb and use to survive in the world.

Poor his life, no matter where he extends, to the ends of the earth.His core is here, his support is here - only Yan Jianghe.Yan Jianghe is the source of everything about him.

Zhang Cong was born for Yan Jianghe.

Naturally, Yan Jianghe couldn't catch up even if he was killed, so he just stared at Zhang Cong.Zhang Cong has never had such a lengthy monologue, let alone the content is all heart-wrenching.

After Zhang Cong finished speaking, he smiled lightly as if he was relieved.The smile was shallow, and there was no pear dimple.

Zhang Cong stood up, walked to Yan Jianghe and stopped, bent down and helped Yan Jianghe slapped the chair up, and took out something from his pocket: "Actually, as long as you are good, anything is fine."

Zhang Cong wrapped his hands around Yan Jianghe's neck, and hung a black leather rope around Yan Jianghe's neck.

Yan Jianghe looked down and saw a wooden halo ring hanging on the leather rope, the color was dark purple.

"I bought the small-leaf red sandalwood wood, ground it myself, and polished it with wax oil myself." Zhang Cong took the ring with two fingers and rubbed it twice, "I'm just dreaming. I think I can see you in case , I will give it to you, and if I don’t see it, I will leave a thought for myself. Didn’t I say, you came to find me, I am really happy, I am so happy that I am going crazy.”

Zhang Cong let go, pretending to be relaxed and said, "If you don't want something, just throw it away. I can't see it anyway."

Yan Jianghe gritted his teeth and had nothing to say.He suddenly became transparent. ——It was true that Zhang Cong had a handful of red roses, but Zhang Cong gave him all the roses, every single one of them.

"You rest. Go back tomorrow and be careful." Zhang Cong paused, "I won't see you off tomorrow."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

No cigarettes, no lollipops, and no Yan Jianghe.

Yan Jianghe found out that Zhang Cong was always very straightforward when he left, even when he left home to go to school, even if you poked a hole in the back of his head, he would not turn his head.

Wait for Zhang Cong to close the door and leave.Yan Jianghe sat down on the chair Zhang Cong helped up.He looked up at the ceiling, the back of his neck was stiff and he looked down at the wooden ring on his chest.

Yan Jianghe stretched out his hand to grab the little thing and weighed it, it was so light.But it is very comfortable to touch.Sure enough, Zhang Cong's dexterity is dexterity, and he looks decent in everything he does.

Yan Jianghe didn't take the ring off his neck and let it hang there casually.

"Zhang Cong, Zhang Cong." Yan Jianghe sighed.After sighing, he realized that his voice was a little hoarse, and his nasal cavity and trachea were all sore.

The sour taste is so sour that it is not enough to be embarrassing.

Zhang Cong deserved to die sooner or later.He didn't encourage you to reach the speed limit, he didn't tease your heartbeat, he was worse than those bells and whistles.

Like a quiet raging fire, he silently dived into the depths, expanding/expanding and raging, rampantly destroying.

He is burning souls.