no way

It's all because of thinking about Zhang Cong over and over last night, Yan Jianghe didn't get much sleep all night, now that Zhang Cong was taken away, Yan Jianghe could finally calm down for a while.

Yan Jianghe boarded the plane, closed his eyes and fell asleep when his mobile phone was cut to fly.He slept in a dark sleep, didn't eat the plane meal, and didn't even know when the flight attendant put a blanket on him.

When the plane landed, Yan Jianghe was awakened by the turbulence.

The plane let go of its wheels and ran wildly on the runway, its ears blocked and rumbling.Yan Jianghe opened his mouth to yawn, rubbed his ears, and rubbed his face again to wake himself up.

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and when the plane stopped, the radio music started to play, and at the same time he dialed Zhang Cong's number.

"Hello." Yan Jianghe yawned again, "I landed. I called you as soon as I landed, and I haven't gotten out of the plane yet."

"I heard, there is a radio over there." Zhang Cong said, "Did you sleep on the plane?"

"Yes." Yan Jianghe lifted the blanket on his body, stood up, turned his neck, and walked out with the flow of people.

"Go out later and get something hot to drink, and be careful of catching a cold." Zhang Cong sighed, "You didn't sleep well last night, did you?"

"Don't catch a cold." Yan Jianghe walked out, and when he got off the plane, a flight attendant greeted him with a smile.

Yan Jianghe also smiled and nodded to him. He squinted his eyes and deliberately told Zhang Cong the truth: "After I fell asleep, the stewardess covered me with a blanket, which was very warm."

Zhang Cong paused for a moment, his tone obviously darkened, and he replied indifferently: "Oh."

Yan Jianghe immediately laughed: "Hey, vinegar essence, you are making trouble for no reason, and you can't change your habit of eating vinegar with your eyes closed?"

"......what?"

Yan Jianghe was even happier: "As for me, I was thinking about you last night and tossed and turned. Then I discovered a very interesting place."

Zhang Cong asked softly, "Where?"

Yan Jianghe said: "I found out that every time you lost your temper with me before, it was when there was a woman by my side. No matter what I was doing or why, you would throw your face at me."

Zhang Cong: "..."

Zhang Cong was stuck for a while, and said, "Do you remember?"

"Of course I remember." Yan Jianghe teased Zhang Cong in a playful way, "But it doesn't matter if you are jealous, you are so coaxing."

Yan Jiang Heqiong said nonchalantly, "Besides, you know my taste."

Yan Jianghe's voice was lazy: "I like sweet and sour food."

His movements are enough to tease.After torturing Zhang Cong on the other end, Zhang Cong stumbled from the bed in the dormitory and fell to the ground with his head blooming.

Zhang Cong's internal organs seemed to be rubbed by a full-fledged long-haired cat in an instant, and it was extremely itchy.

Zhang Cong had no choice but to lean his back against the wall to stabilize: "Why...don't make fun of me all the time."

Yan Jianghe laughed loudly: "Are you shy again? You are so thin-skinned, you can't stand it after just a few words, what can you do in the future?"

Zhang Cong pursed his lips, suppressing the smile on the corner of his mouth and remained silent.

Yan Jianghe didn't let him go.He heard Yan Jianghe raise his tone again: "Huh?"

"..." Zhang Cong closed his eyes, and a pair of small dimples popped out.

If he fell into Yan Jianghe's hands, he would be finished, but Zhang Cong had no intention of struggling.

Yan Jianghe is endless, and the addiction to bullying young people is too great: "Why don't you talk? What will you do in the future? If you don't talk, I will die."

Zhang Cong could only have a full mouthful of sweetness, and said in a low and obedient voice, "Don't hang up, you can do whatever you want."

"Yeah." The old hooligan was satisfied, but he didn't want to be a primate if he was satisfied.Yan Jianghe turned Zhang Cong, "You are quite good at talking, aren't you?"

Zhang Cong: "..."

Zhang Cong let out a breath, his mouth was a little dry, and hurriedly interrupted: "Are you going home first? Have you had lunch yet?"

"Eat the meal right away." Yan Jianghe finally said something human, "I'll go home first and go to the hospital in the evening."

"Then hurry up and eat and go back to rest. I'll call you when you come home from the hospital in the evening?" Zhang Cong asked.

Yan Jianghe really felt that Zhang Cong was terribly sticky, but he curled his lips and smiled again, saying, "I'll call you when I get home at night."

"Okay." Zhang Cong held the phone and waited for Yan Jianghe to hang up before putting it down.

Zhang Cong threw the phone aside and looked down at the white coat hanging on the back of the chair.The back was indeed dirty, and he was going to take it out later and pay for dry cleaning.This dress needs a good wash.

Sitting on the bed, Zhang Cong became insanely ill, and he was able to smile openly even with a pestle, showing his teeth happily.

He was suffering from illness, when suddenly someone knocked on the door twice: "Is Zhang Cong there?"

The school was still on winter vacation, and there were very few students. No one in Zhang Cong's dormitory came back. It was Zhang Cong's senior who knocked on the door.

This senior is a native of Beijing. His family is considered an art family. He has been tinkering with painting since his grandfather's generation.My father opened a studio in Beijing, and he would occasionally pull Zhang Cong over to help.

"Yes, come in." Zhang Cong had no time to hide his smile, and neither could he.

"Zhang Cong." The senior pushed the door open and came in, "Are you free? If you have time, I will go to the studio with me. A teacher asked for leave suddenly, and no one took the students..."

The senior was stunned for a moment, then laughed and asked, "Why are you laughing like this, what good thing happened to you?"

"Huh?" Zhang Cong didn't answer, but agreed to come forward, "Okay, I'll change clothes later and go to the studio with you."

"..." The senior didn't ask any more questions, "Okay, then I'll go to the supermarket to buy something, and I'll see you at the school gate in half an hour."

Zhang Cong: "Okay."

It is interesting to say that Zhang Cong's current state of mind is very interesting.It stands to reason that his whole mind has long been distorted into deformities. For him, there is no "good thing" in the whole world except Yan Jiang.

Other people are happy to beat gongs and drums when encountering a big happy event, and when they get excited, they can't wait to twist the ribbons and show it all over the world.

Zhang Cong is not.Zhang Cong belongs to the most biased type.He seems to have never seen a desert refugee in Oasis, who was on the verge of death and scooped his mouth/living head. He wanted to hide the treasure, cut open the skin and hide it in the bone, and was unwilling to let anyone get a little light.

He is a small family with a narrow heart and a notched tweezers.

That's all for Zhang Cong, the mud can't support the wall.On the other hand, Yan Jianghe, although he has a lot of advantages in his mouth, and looks good when he breathes in and out, but he is actually not so light-hearted in his heart.

Yan Jianghe came out of the hospital at night, locked himself in the car and turned on the air conditioner.

The air conditioner blew for a while, and the clothes were warm inside and out, so Yan Jianghe took out the phone from his pocket.

He checked the time, it was a little past nine o'clock.Yan Jianghe opened the address book and called Zhou Pingnan first.

Yan Jianghe counted, and the phone rang four times before it was connected: "Mom."

"You're off work. Have you made any arrangements for tomorrow?" Zhou Pingnan said on the phone.

Yan Jiang He Ying said: "I will be in the hospital tomorrow morning and rest in the afternoon. I will go to the countryside with the medical team the day after tomorrow."

Yan Jianghe stared ahead, the hospital parking lot was quite quiet at the moment.It was pitch black, with two clusters of lights at the corners, separated by crowded vehicles, light to light, light to light.

Yan Jianghe: "Mom, I'll go back to eat at noon tomorrow."

"Okay. It happens to be Saturday tomorrow, and your father and I will be at home." Zhou Pingnan agreed and hung up the phone.

After Yan Jianghe made the phone call, he let out a deep sigh.

He had to tell Zhou Pingnan and Yan Tao about his relationship with Zhang Cong.This kind of thing can't hold fire with paper, and sooner or later it will be exposed.When it leaks when the time comes, it may burn up much more earth-shatteringly. Instead of suddenly getting upset, it's better to pour a basin of water on yourself before the fire starts, and explain it honestly.

This is objectively.Subjectively, Yan Jianghe wanted to say it, and should say it.

It's hard, but he has to do it.

Yan Jianghe always felt that when it came to dating, it was shameful to be serious and sneaky.Hiding day by day is even more irresponsible.

In particular, Yan Jianghe has long passed the age of having an underground relationship without telling his parents.Not to mention that when he was at that age, he took Yun Lei's hand and brought him home openly.

Why is Zhang Cong not working anymore?

Zhang Cong needs more attention from him.Zhang Cong was the person Yan Jianghe found in his thirties.

Falling in love is a matter between two people, but love as an individual is ultimately independent.No matter what Zhang Cong thought, how did Yan Jiang understand himself—he didn't run for wind, snow, moon, water and peach blossoms, he ran for firewood, rice, oil, salt, and the rest of his life, so he turned his head and grabbed Zhang Cong.

There are many things that Yan Jianghe needs to take on and give to Zhang Cong.What's more, Zhang Cong, from childhood to adulthood, rarely cared for his parents with warmth.How could Yan Jianghe be willing?

Having such a person is not so soul-stirring, and it doesn't necessarily mean that the sea is dry and rocks are dead, and you can't feel the climax after another, and you can't cry out.

But why does Yan Jiang think that other people are nothing more than that, if he can't justly drag him to the front of his closest relatives, he will be too worthless.

In the same way, if you are favored by your parents, but do everything possible to hide your sincerity from them, you should kill a thousand swords.

He wants to speak out.

——This is why Yan Jianghe made up the reason why he didn't want Zhang Cong to come back in a short time.

Yan Jianghe drove home, went to the bathroom and took a hot shower, wearing loose fluffy pajamas, steaming all over his body.

Yan Jianghe threw the towel for wiping his head to hang on the back of the sofa, took the phone on the coffee table, and even sent a video request directly to Zhang Cong.

Yan Jianghe turned up the volume of his mobile phone, touched a cup to rely on, put the mobile phone on the coffee table and stood it up, then picked up Yan Meitong with his toes, and began to feed it hair cream.

The phone video was connected, and Yan Jianghe was feeding the cat while listening to Zhang Cong saying, "Why did you send me the video?"

"What?" Yan Jianghe stretched out his arms, pushing Yan Meitong aside to eat his mouth.He turned his head, "Not happy?"

"No." Zhang Cong said quickly, his eyes were fixed instantly.

Yan Jianghe turned his head, twisted his neck, and twisted his collar.The flax-colored V-neck pajamas hung limply on his shoulders and neck, exposing most of his collarbone.

"What's your expression?" Yan Jianghe was a little helpless, so he had to owe Yan Meitong's cat's mouth first, put the hair cream on the table, and turned to face the video, "I'm going to the countryside, I heard that the signal in the village is not good. Alright, before I leave, I'll make a video with you first."

"Ah."

It can be seen that Zhang Cong is sitting on the edge of the table.Yan Jianghe looked at Zhang Cong's eyes, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong. He frowned and glanced down at himself.

Yan Jianghe paused, stretched out his hand to pull his collar, Zhang Cong's unlucky eyelids trembled immediately, and he pursed his lower lip slightly.

Yan Jianghe was scratched by Zhang Cong's reaction.He grabbed Yan Meitong who was persistently pulling his thigh, hugged the cat and asked Zhang Congcong, "Zhang Congcong, can you do it? Where are you looking?"

Zhang Cong tried his best to stay calm: "Wherever you look, it's up to you."