no way

Zhang Cong went to the supermarket before looking for Tang Fuxing. He bought some food, drinks, snacks and fruits.Anyway, Mr. Feng is not in the hospital now, and he doesn't need money that much.

Zhang Cong felt sick to his stomach with a bag full of rare treasures in his pocket, especially the painstaking efforts to get the money.It seemed that he hadn't eaten for many days, and he suddenly choked his neck and stuffed it into a cavity, and he couldn't vomit or swallow it.

Chong Tianxia is not open for business today.Pulling down the anti-theft iron door, Zhang Cong couldn't get in, so he walked around to the back.

Tang Fuxing's unlucky bicycle was leaning against the wall next to the door.Both front and rear tires of the car were deformed. No wonder Tang Fuxing wanted to carry the car downhill.

Zhang Cong squatted down and took a closer look. The wheels were quite distorted, as if they had been hit violently, or twisted by something like a wrench.

Zhang Cong's heart suddenly darkened—who did Tang Fuxing mess with?

Zhang Cong stared at the car for a while with dark eyes, then he stood up, stepped forward and knocked on the back door.

Aunt Yu was indeed there. She opened the door for Zhang Cong, a little surprised: "Zhang Cong? Why are you here? Oh, by the way, I forgot. You have a fever and asked for leave. How are you doing? You haven't gone to school today?"

"..." It seems that everyone knows that Zhang Cong has a fever.

Seeing Aunt Yu's smiling face, Zhang Cong knew that Tang Fuxing was fine, and subconsciously heaved a sigh of relief: "I'm fine."

Zhang Cong: "I heard from my classmates that Tang Fuxing's leg fell."

Aunt Yu waved her hand: "It's okay, just take a piece of skin and wrap it up for two days. It's a piece of shit, and you can fall off a slope while riding a bike. The car can roll better than him. Let's see if his car gets hit. "

Zhang Cong: "..."

Zhang Cong understood that Tang Fuxing was probably afraid of his mother's worry, so he directly said that he fell from a bicycle.

Aunt Yu sighed, and glanced at her watch: "He's up there, just in time for you to come, I have something to go out, you go up first, there is food in the kitchen, take whatever you want."

"Oh, that's right." Aunt Yu bent down and picked up a courier bag from the door and handed it to Zhang Cong: "It was delivered at noon. Tang Fuxing courier, you can take it along."

"Okay." Zhang Cong took the express delivery.He reached out and pinched it, feeling like a small piece of clothing inside, very soft and light.

Eyelids started popping again.Zhang Cong frowned in annoyance at this poor and unlucky skin, and he never raised his head to meet his aunt's gaze.Aunt Yu was in a hurry and went out in a hurry, but she didn't care.

Zhang Cong casually glanced at the courier slip again, and the delivery address was Tongcheng.

Zhang Cong went upstairs with his things, but he didn't bother to knock on the door, he just kicked it open and entered.Tang Fuxing was leaning on the bed, playing games with his mobile phone in his hand.

Zhang Cong: "..."

Zhang Cong walked over and threw all the things in his hand into Tang Fuxing's belly: "Your mother let you play with your mobile phone?"

Tang Fuxing's mobile phone is in his mother's hands for 31 days a month.

Tang Fuxing smiled: "Isn't this an injury, let's play for this day."

Tang Fuxing looked at the pile of delicious food on his stomach: "I heard your voice just now, and you brought me something to eat? There are so many."

"You got rich?" Tang Fuxing turned to look at Zhang Cong.

Zhang Cong sat down by the bed, too lazy to talk nonsense: "The old man is out of the hospital, so he doesn't need that much money."

As he said, he took out five hundred from his pocket and gave it to Tang Fuxing: "Return yours."

Tang Fuxing paused, put down the phone, and slowly stuffed the money under the pillow. He looked at Zhang Cong's expression and tried to ask, "Why did you let him out of the hospital?"

Zhang Cong noticed that Tang Fuxing's mobile phone interface was Xiaoxiaole, and he said without thinking: "It can't be cured."

He froze for a while when the words came out.It turns out that no matter how ugly the words are, it is just a sentence that can slip out of the mouth when the teeth are opened. In the final analysis, it is just a few words that are meaningless, and the pronunciation is coherent.

Some things didn't seem to be more embarrassing. If they had been blasted into red ground for thousands of miles, there would be nowhere to cut the wormwood with a blunt knife.

The air was quiet for a few seconds, and Tang Fuxing said in a low voice: "Didn't you go all out to tie someone up? You lost your temper at the old man, and you smashed a stool. Take a bite."

Tang Fuxing couldn't control it and continued, as if if he said too much, what was flooding in his heart could be weathered: "In order to send him to the hospital, you went to the billiard hall to watch night games for almost a month, and you wore a big white Rabbit clothes stand on the street..."

"Shut up." Zhang Cong pointed at him suddenly, and touched Tang Fuxing's nose with his fingertips, "Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

"...All right." Tang Fuxing sighed.If things are rotten and damp, they should be moldy and have a sour smell.

He closed his eyes, and finally cursed: "Fuck."

"You're a cripple, can you move?" Zhang Cong showed no expression, looking down at his legs under the quilt, "What's going on?"

Tang Fuxing glanced at Zhang Cong silently: "It's okay, it's an inch. The tire is scrapped, I find it hard, so I carry it..."

"I know the process of your lameness." Zhang Cong stared at him, and asked directly, "Who have you messed with recently? Or is someone bothering you?"

"...I don't know." Tang Fuxing really didn't know.

He picked up his trousers to show Zhang Cong. The calf was wrapped in a wide circle with gauze, and the wound could not be seen.

Tang Fuxing: "I was hit by a car on my leg and rolled three times. There are still a few bruises on my body. But it's nothing, I can't be lame for two days, and it just happened to be on New Year's Day holiday. It was a blessing in disguise, and I earned a continuous rest."

"Promise." Zhang Cong frowned.

Tang Fuxing touched the courier bag that Zhang Cong had left aside before: "What is this?"

"You express it, your mother asked me to bring it up."

"What express delivery can I have?" Tang Fuxing was at a loss, and didn't shy away from Zhang Cong, so he opened it with a raised hand.When Tang Fuxing reached in to take out, Zhang Cong obviously saw his face change.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Cong stared at Tang Fuxing's fleshy face, and found that the fat was twisted gracefully, as if it had been put into a meat grinder.

"What?" Zhang Cong felt a bad feeling inexplicably.

Tang Fuxing's wrist trembled, and he slowly took out something - a non-slip glove.

It was the one that Tang Fuxing had lost.

At this moment, the surroundings froze, and the air couldn't move.Tang Fuxing looked up at Zhang Cong, his scalp ached from the coldness on Zhang Cong's face.

Zhang Cong suddenly said in a calm voice: "The day you threw your gloves, the day I frightened Liu Enming, you came here to disrupt the situation."

Tang Fuxing's heart skipped a beat, feeling that Zhang Cong had put a bucket of ice balls on his head.He grinned and grabbed Zhang Cong's sleeve subconsciously, not daring to respond.

Zhang Cong said again: "Is there a phone number on the courier slip? Check it out."

Tang Fuxing gasped, his stomach felt cold, and he looked down: "No, it's hidden in the middle."

Zhang Cong: "Sender's name."

Zhang Cong was too serious at the moment, he just sat there moving his lips, and Tang Fuxing felt that his small room was going to be paralyzed.

Tang Fuxing didn't dare to provoke him, for fear that Zhang Cong would raise his hand and lift the ceiling: "Call 'return your gloves'..."

That definitely wouldn't be using his real name.How dare you use your real name?

Tang Fuxing pinched Zhang Cong's sleeves tighter, and began to bald: "Zhang Cong, I broke my leg, do you understand me?"

Zhang Cong tilted his head, glanced at Tang Fuxing, and then smiled.He laughed Tang Fuxing so frightened: "I understand. If the tires are good, you won't fall."

Tang Fuxing: "..."

The next second, Zhang Cong stood up abruptly from the bed and turned to leave.

"Damn it!" Tang Fuxing immediately jumped up, trying to grab Zhang Cong's sleeve, and even took off half of Zhang Cong's clothes and schoolbag, "Where are you going, Zhang Cong? You fucking stand for me !"

Zhang Cong glanced at the watch on the opposite wall. It was almost the end of school, so he said, "Xiangyunhuajing, Liu Enming's home."

He didn't look back: "Let go of your hands."

"You have no evidence. How can you prove that Liu Enming made my car? If you have the ability, get in the car now and go to check Liu Enming's fingerprints." Zhang Cong's waist.

Zhang Cong's brain was icy cold, and his brain was almost frozen hard, and it would fall off when he was knocked.

He pushed away Tang Fuxing's arm, lifted Tang Fuxing's wrist, and lifted the fat man away from him, breathing out cold air: "There are no fingerprints, no evidence is needed."

Tang Fuxing's eyes widened, and he shouted with enough energy: "Zhang Cong! Can you stop going crazy? You are sick!"

Zhang Cong froze, and the dark fire that had been squeezed under his skin finally exploded. He pushed Tang Fuxing hard, and threw the meat spinning top on the bed: "You are the one who is sick!"

Tang Fuxing opened his mouth, and it took him a long time to say, "Don't do this, it's too scary."

Zhang Cong's chest rose and fell violently, and he sucked in air desperately, maybe it was too hard, it made him a little dizzy.

"Sit down first." Tang Fuxing said.

Zhang Cong was really dizzy, he was still sick, and he was so angry that his eyes were spinning, so he could only close his eyes to relax.Tang Fuxing's fleshy hand could grasp it, and he pulled it down immediately.

Zhang Cong almost hit his butt on the bed, and the wound on Tang Fuxing's leg was numb due to his bumps.

Tang Fuxing twitched his face: "What are you going to do?"

Zhang Cong opened his eyes, not quite dizzy.He looked at Tang Fuxing's legs.

Tang Fuxing: "..."

He gets it.It's impossible for Zhang Cong to just make a cut and finish the job.Zhang Cong is a rambunctious mad dog.Liu Enming shouldn't be wrapped in gauze, he should be in plaster.

Tang Fuxing hurriedly said: "Liu Enming just wanted to destroy my car. He didn't have the guts. It was an accident. You went to his house and broke his leg. You treat him as a parent. It's just a show? You dog eat dog, there is no end, right? Don't scare me." Me, I'm cowardly."

When Tang Fuxing said "broken leg", Zhang Cong did not even move a single eyelid.

Tang Fuxing: "If the two of you continue to be so ambiguous, I think I will suffer. Wouldn't it be okay to stop? Do you think you went to a hot-blooded college?"

Tang Fuxing is actually right.Liu Enming didn't dare to look for Zhang Cong, because he couldn't come, so he tripped him up, and he stumbled a little bit.He didn't swallow his anger, he did it because of Zhang Cong.

It is Zhang Cong's habit to find faults and cause trouble. Even if the teacher tries to save him by relying on his grades and IQ, the mistakes he has recorded will not be offset.Being valuable doesn't mean you can be domineering and shameless.

Let me say something else, even if they prove that Liu Enming is bad, what about Zhang Cong?Zhang Cong once took a knife and cut Liu Enming's face with a thin layer of woven bag.

Zhang Cong didn't need to think calmly, he understood why Tang Fuxing suffered from being dumb.But he couldn't stand this.

Zhang Cong, he has lived to such an age, the most noble thought is to fester himself, and then be trampled under his feet, groped into the soil, disintegrated and disappeared.

No matter whether it is common or rare, as long as it is splashed with "warmth", if it comes to him head-on, it will make him at a loss what to do.Such as Feng Lao, such as Yan Meitong, such as Yan Jianghe, such as the current Tang Fuxing.

Seeing that Zhang Cong hadn't moved, Tang Fuxing asked nervously, "Brother Yan came to me the day before yesterday to inquire about Mr. Wang's phone number. He said you were sick. I haven't asked you yet. You..."

He couldn't continue, but was forced to shut up by Zhang Cong's pale face.Zhang Cong's face is so pale, of course he is not cured.It's not a good time to talk nonsense.

Zhang Cong stood up slowly, staring straight at Tang Fuxing: "You know you will suffer, so stay away from me."

"Zhang Cong, speak human language." Tang Fuxing's expression was ugly.

"Is it because I don't speak human language, or do you not understand human language?" Zhang Cong looked at the floor-to-ceiling mirror opposite, and his face was reflected on it.

Zhang Cong stared at himself in the mirror, and said calmly, "I tell you to get out."

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand suddenly, smashing the mirror to pieces with a "bang"!

Zhang Cong in the mirror shattered into an unknown number of pieces.

Tang Fuxing's ears twitched, seeing that Zhang Cong was bleeding from his hand, he wanted to pull Zhang Cong over and fight him, but he was so timid that he didn't dare, he didn't even dare to look in the drawer for a Band-Aid.

Tang Fuxing thought for a long time, and finally said: "You have to pay me for the mirror."

Zhang Cong quickly took out a handful of money from his pocket, and the next second, the RMB was flying and he threw him onto the bed.

Tang Fuxing paused, and packed up the money one by one: "I have papers for your homework on the day you asked for leave. I'll take it for you, and it's in my schoolbag."

Zhang Cong stared at him, "Huh?"

Tang Fuxing stroked a hand of money and stuffed it under his pillow. He sighed: "Paper."

After sighing, he patted the pillow again: "It's really troublesome to change the tire."

Tang Fuxing picked up the bag Zhang Cong bought to eat and drink, picked a bag of tomato-flavored potato chips from it, tore it open and bit it into his mouth.

Zhang Cong: "..."

It is really difficult in the world. Sometimes you just want to go to hell, but God is not willing to open even half a centimeter of slit under your feet.