no way

When Zhang Cong received Yan Jianghe's voice call, he hadn't finished knocking down the [-] steps.

He probably only knocked halfway through.

Zhang Cong is afraid of "mobile phones" at this moment.But the "mobile phone" is his only hope.

This kind of feeling is impossible to express, let alone describe. The hard work involved, singled out one ten thousandth, is comparable to five punishments.

Zhang Cong knelt on the steps and took out his mobile phone with his hands covered in wet mud. The moment he saw Yan Jianghe's voice call, he wished to cut out his only bad heart and throw it into the sky as a sacrifice.

It's not Zhong Ning's call, it's not anyone's call.It was Yan Jianghe's voice call.

Zhang Cong's head lightly knocked on the upper two steps.He curled up, like a poor cat or dog who was injured and cold, and nobody wanted him.

Zhang Cong called out "Yan Jianghe", and when he heard that person's familiar voice rang in his ears, he immediately felt sincerely: "It's worth it even if I die right now."

"Zhang Cong?" If Yan Jianghe wanted to coax people, he always had a special way, "You talk, let brother listen."

Yan Jianghe softened his voice: "You don't even know how much I miss you."

Yan Jiang deserves to be a wicked doctor. His psychological quality is fresh and refined, and he can still talk nonsense: "Others keep crying for their father and mother when they are in danger, but I miss you very much."

Zhang Cong's forehead was pressed against the snow, which was cold.He didn't have the heart to accompany Yan Jiang, so why not be serious, and asked frantically, "Are you all right? Are you not injured? Really not?"

"No." Yan Jianghe lowered his voice, as if making a promise, he told the truth very seriously, "I'm really fine. I may have scratched a few skins on my body, touched a few bruises, and if it's gone, it's really gone."

Yan Jianghe asked cautiously: "Are you scared?"

Yan Jianghe didn't dare to think, Zhang Cong was so far away, thinking about his life and death in vain, how could he get through the night.

Zhang Cong rubbed his forehead lightly on the steps, his mouth was frozen to death: "You scared me to death."

Zhang Cong repeated: "You scared me to death."

The loss of soul in his words broke Yan Jianghe's heart, and Yan Jianghe hurriedly said: "I'm sorry, don't be afraid, I'm really fine."

The more Yan Jianghe thought about it, the more he felt that he should be hacked to death. He wanted to talk to Zhang Cong a little more, but he borrowed the police's mobile phone, and in this situation, he could report his safety as a comfort.The most important thing is that Yan Jianghe discovered that he was holding the phone at the moment, and he couldn't say anything else to Zhang Cong.

Saying nothing is enough.No words can express the violent emotion rolling in his chest.

The snow had completely stopped, Yan Jianghe looked at the sky, and simply ignored everything, he said: "You have scheduled a flight back tomorrow, let's go home and talk about it."

Zhang Cong didn't say much at the other end, Yan Jianghe said a few more words of comfort, but due to the circumstances, he had to hang up.

After Yan Jianghe hung up the call, Zhang Cong lay on the ground and still didn't move.He huddled there, on a vast undulating white snow, under a vast and boundless blackness.

Zhang Cong was caught in the middle, ugly and fragile.

Yan Jianghe said "go home".Zhang Cong closed his eyes for a while, then opened them, and put the phone in his pocket.

——He has "home" again.

Zhang Cong's wish has come true.Anshan Temple is really very spiritual, why didn't Yan Jiang lie to him.But Zhang Cong didn't stand up and walk down, he went home and waited for Yan Jianghe.

Instead, he continued to kneel and kowtow upward.

It's a joke.Zhang Cong has suffered many times, and the grace of the world is nothing but scum in his eyes.

Even if he turned into ashes, he couldn't find the devotion to pray to God and worship Buddha.Compared with praying, Zhang Cong is better at scolding the heavens and the earth, turning all the gods and gods on the road hundreds of times, trying to make a fortune for himself, and being struck by lightning and wiped out in ashes.

So far, his behavior is hypocritical, not only is he a shameless and shameless person in appearance, but his heart is even more filthy.Even if the Buddha saves all sentient beings and is merciful, it is absolutely unbelievable.

But Zhang Cong really wanted something.

Is there anything I can ask for a sick skin that doesn't know how to believe sincerely?If possible, Zhang Cong has a loyal begging all his life—he begged Yan Jianghe to live a safe and smooth life, happy and worry-free.

Zhang Cong just climbed up step by step.When he climbed to the front of the temple, it was still dark.

Zhang Cong's knees were already so stiff that he couldn't feel anything.He stood up against the rough wall, accidentally rubbing a piece of skin off his palm.He was cold and tired, his face was covered with mud and soup, and he couldn't see clearly, but he didn't want to leave.

He was waiting at the gate of the temple.He waited until the white belly appeared on the horizon, waited until the dim light was presented to Bai Xue, and waited until the six pure monks in the temple rang the first bell.

His mortal nature is hard to change, he is a lonely ghost who should eliminate paranoia.

When the temple opened, a monk wearing a woolen hat bumped into Zhang Cong, kicked his legs and jumped back: "Young man, you are...you..."

At the gate of the temple, there are many people begging for food in spring, summer and autumn.The beggars are very meticulous, and they come to occupy the nest early before dawn, begging for money for the rice bowl early in the morning.

When the monk opens the door, he will usually give some gifts with compassion, just to pass the meal away.It's just that in this winter, beggars are not willing to squat at the door, and the monk has never seen such a neat and embarrassed young man standing at the door.

Zhang Cong didn't have any expression on his face, but when he spoke, his throat hurt as if it was dry and cracked: "I want to go in and burn incense."

Monk: "..."

The sudden snow turns clear, and the sky is bright.

After the disaster, nothing ever seemed normal.It's a fine sunny day.

The world is full of twists and turns, cloudy for a while, and sunny for a while, many lives gather into the world of mortals, which is huge and chaotic.The individual is weaker than a drop of grain, soft and vigorous, tenacious and tenacious, the blood is hot and flowing, and it grows diligently.

Zhong Ning drove Zhou Pingnan and Yan Tao to wait early in the morning.Yan Jianghe returned as soon as the sky dawned. Calculating the time, he should arrive in the middle of the morning.

The two elderly people in the family couldn't sit still at all, not to mention their parents, Zhong Ning, a close brother, couldn't sit still.Naturally, besides them, there are some people who also came to pick up their relatives home.

Or because he didn't sleep all night, plus he was frightened, Zhong Ning was sitting in the car blowing hot air, almost suffocating himself to death.

Both Zhou Pingnan and Yan Tao were in the back seat, they finally closed their eyes and became dazed for a while, Zhong Ning could only lightly get out of the car, and stood aside to blow some air to get some air.

This breath was amazing. When he turned his head, he saw a taxi driving not far away. The taxi stopped by the side of the road, and a very familiar figure got out of the car.

Zhong Ning was stunned for a moment, then blinked suddenly, disgusted that he was too ignorant, so he rubbed his eyes vigorously twice.

The person who came down was actually Zhang Cong!

Shouldn't Zhang Cong be in Beijing?Zhong Ning thought for a moment, and his temples twitched.It's no wonder that Zhang Cong's perfect virtue makes it strange to be able to stay in a daze.

Zhang Cong also saw Zhong Ning, got out of the car and ran towards Zhong Ning.

"You came back last night?" Zhong Ning saw Zhang Cong getting closer, and asked with a frown, "Why didn't you contact me when you came back? When did you..."

Zhong Ning couldn't continue asking, he stared at Zhang Cong in surprise, and felt that the face opposite him was too embarrassing, as if it was not Yan Jianghe who overturned into the ditch, but Zhang Cong.

Zhang Cong seemed to have just gotten out of the overturned bus, no, he crawled out from under the bus.

Except for his hands and face, everything was dirty, and Zhang Cong's cotton-padded clothes were also wet and black, smeared with mud.Even on his handsome face, a wound can be seen on his forehead.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhong Ning didn't howl, "What's wrong with your head? Did you fall somewhere?"

Zhong Ning looked down again and saw Zhang Cong's jeans.A pair of trousers were made to look scrapped, especially the knees and calves, which were dirty and wet, like a pair of long strips of torn rags, and the fabric could hardly hang on the legs.

Zhong Ning almost reached out to cover his chest.Sooner or later, his little heart, which was beating wildly, will be forced to stop suddenly by Yan Jianghe and his wife.

"Talk, are you dumb? Where did you go to make yourself so virtuous?" Zhong Ning wanted to reach out and grab Zhang Cong, but Zhang Cong dodged it.

Zhang Cong finally said something lightly, and he asked hoarsely, "Is Yan Jianghe coming back soon?"

Zhong Ning's eyelids twitched, met Zhang Cong's dark eyes, and suddenly stuck to his neck, making a sudden slap.

"Madman..." Zhong Ning couldn't help cursing.

Zhong Ning hurried back, took out two bottles of mineral water from the trunk of the car, and took out some clean toilet paper. He came back and handed the things to Zhang Cong: "Wash your painted face first, your hair... ..."

Zhong Ning took a closer look, and found that Zhang Cong's forehead was smashed by some hard object. Fortunately, the wound was not deep, and there was not much bleeding.

Zhang Cong took the mineral water silently, unscrewed it and wanted to wash his hands, but it was a pity that it took a lot of effort to fiddle with it.

Zhong Ning couldn't see it, so he grabbed it and poured it down with the bottle. Zhang Cong soaked in the water, washed his hands clean, and splashed his face again.

Zhang Cong wiped his face with a tissue, Zhong Ning sighed: "You didn't crawl back from Beijing, did you?"

Zhang Cong didn't speak.He didn't want to talk, and it was even more uncomfortable to talk.He has a sore throat, and it hurts to swallow his saliva when he speaks now.

Zhong Ning didn't bother to talk to Zhang Cong any more, anyway, he couldn't take care of this bastard anyway, and waited for Yan Jianghe to come back to collect the monster himself.

It's just that he made a fuss on his side, which alarmed Yan Tao and Zhou Pingnan in the car.

The two elders got out of the car and walked over together. When Zhou Pingnan saw Zhang Cong, his swollen eyes turned red again.She muttered: "Zhang Cong, why did you come back suddenly? Is it because of Yan Jianghe's incident? How did you come back? Is it a plane? Come here and see, auntie, what happened to you to make this happen?"

Yan Tao stared at the bruise on Zhang Cong's head: "Zhang Cong, did you fall? You need to go to the hospital for treatment of this injury, don't get infected."

But Zhang Cong's unlucky one still didn't recognize his relatives, no matter who asked about his health, asked the bottom line, he stayed in place and refused to say anything.

Zhong Ning hastily retreated several steps away from the circle of trouble.He just can't handle it.Zhong Ning secretly sympathizes with Yan Jianghe Tai is not easy, sometimes the "sweet burden" is really enough to kill.

Fortunately, the rescue vehicle arrived soon, and Zhong Ning was not embarrassed for too long, and everyone's attention was immediately diverted.

Zhou Pingnan trotted all the way to meet her, Yan Tao followed her: "Wait a minute."

Several family members of the passengers squeezed past, Yan Tao's gentle temper was not the number one, but Zhou Pingnan did his part and took the lead.

Yan Jianghe got out of the car, his eyes were squinted by the sunlight, and he stepped on the ground with both feet, feeling a kind of solidity that he had never felt before.

People around hugged each other and wept with joy.Yan Jianghe raised his eyes and happened to see Zhou Pingnan and Yan Tao. Before he could move his hand and run over, he felt his wrist was grabbed suddenly, and then he was pinched to the side desperately.

The force was so strong that it was probably aimed at dislocating his wrist.Yan Jianghe grinned in pain, staggered, and immediately fell into an embrace.

This embrace is not gentle at all, even hard and cold.

The opponent's arms seemed to be an indestructible restraint, binding Yan Jianghe tightly, tightening it tighter and tighter.

Yan Jianghe subconsciously wanted to catch his breath, but he seemed to have offended the other party, and was tightened even more.

Yan Jianghe had some flesh wounds on his body, especially the back of his arms. He didn't know what kind of fancy bump he had made from the bumps. He was so strangled that he almost passed out in pain.

"Hiss...it hurts..." Yan Jianghe couldn't help but hum.While being surprised, he realized that it was Zhang Cong who was holding him.

— could hold him with strangling strength, except for his goddam murmuring, except for his madness.Who else?

Yan Jianghe suddenly saw the expressions of Zhou Pingnan and Yan Tao.My parents and mother stood behind, apart from joy and surprise, there were also some unspeakable things on the two faces, which looked awkward and uncomfortable.

But Yan Jiang couldn't care so much, his life was almost lost by Zhang Cong's two arms.

Yan Jianghe struggled and stretched out his hand to rub Zhang Cong's back, as if he was soothing a wounded and panicked beast.

Yan Jianghe grinned: "Ancestor, take it easy, I'm strangling your brother."