no way

Yan Jianghe spent a lot of tossing late at night yesterday, when he got home, took a shower and put himself on the bed, he felt that the curtains were reflecting white light.

He didn't know when he fell asleep. Anyway, he was so tired that he was unconscious. He basically passed out in a second after being hit by two meters three.

There are clear data studies that show that lack of sleep is really bad for people, which seriously affects the temper and anger.So when Yan Jianghe was disturbed by the roaring music upstairs, his face was as dark as if he had just been dug out of a cemetery.

He sat up and took a blank look at the cell phone next to the pillow, 09:30.

Yan Jianghe snorted coldly, stepped on slippers and put on a nightgown, his legs were still bare, and he wore big underpants.However, he didn't care about trivial matters, and he walked out of the house when he heard the call sign from upstairs, "The big girl has walked into the blue and white tent".

After going up a flight of stairs, a song just switched.Yan Jianghe found the door correctly, and when "We are different" rang loudly, he lifted his foot and kicked the bottom of a slipper.

With a "bang", the door was called by him, and the soles of his feet went numb.

The music in the room stopped, and after a few seconds, the door opened and a head emerged.

The other party was a middle-aged man. He smiled and said politely, "I'm sorry, is it too loud? I'll try the stereo."

He stretched out his hand not to hit the smiling man, this smile made most of Yan Jianghe's anger out of waking up, he was shivered by the draft in the corridor, he thought he was very tolerant and said: "Keep down, or call the police."

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After Yan Jianghe finished speaking, he ran downstairs like flying. When he entered the house again, his whole body was completely frozen.Now it's all right, the drowsiness is gone, and the feeling of returning to the cage is no longer there.

Sitting in the living room to warm up, he caught a glimpse of several bags of hot strips on the table—bought last night for five yuan.

Yan Jianghe went to the bathroom to wash up, and when he came out, he picked up a bag and tore it open to eat. At this time, the cell phone in the room rang, so he entered the room to answer the phone with a spicy stick in his mouth.

It's a fucking phone.

"Hi, Ms. Zhou." Yan Jianghe said while eating spicy strips.

"Yan Jianghe, are you up yet?" His mother asked across from him.

Yan Jianghe swallowed the spicy sticks: "You are asking this, you didn't realize that I was sleepwalking with you."

"Stop talking nonsense, just get up, you will definitely sleep like a pig on your day off today, what are you eating, Yan Jianghe?"

"Hmm... eat delicious food." Yan Jianghe said.

My mother clicked her tongue: "Don't eat blindly when you just get up, did you drink honey water when you were told? One cup every morning, are you ignoring it again?"

Ms. Zhou's nagging was the most unbearable thing in Yan Jianghe's 28 years of life, so he jumped out quickly, threw the spicy sticks on the table, tilted his neck to clamp the phone, unscrewed the honey on the table, and snatched it. Said: "Drink, drink, drink now."

Ms. Zhou obviously snorted coldly: "Don't talk nonsense with you, come back quickly. Your sister and Xiao Hanghang are here today, just in time for you to rest and come home for dinner."

Yan Jianghe poured honey water, and originally wanted to say that he would not go back after dozing off at home today, but after thinking about it, he forgot it, so he agreed: "Well, good."

Yan Jianghe's parents are both in this city, and his mother has a younger brother, who is Yan Jianghe's uncle.The daughter of the uncle's family is three years older than Yan Jianghe, and a little girl was born five or six years ago. Yan Jianghe especially kissed this cousin and niece, so he had to go to see her.

Yan Jianghe heard his mother say again: "It's snowing, don't drive. You can take the bus."

Yan Jianghe raised his eyes and looked out the window.It's true, last night it was fragmentary, but now it's all white.

The phone beeped twice, Yan Jianghe took a look and said, "Mom, I won't tell you anymore, see you later, I'm on the phone."

It belongs to Zhong Ning.

"Boss Zhong is sober?" Yan Jiang was overjoyed.

"Stop talking." Zhong Ning's voice was still weak, "I heard from Lao Xu that there was a gang of little bastards fighting last night?"

"Yeah." Yan Jianghe stared at the spicy sticks on the table, and remembered the lollipop on his co-pilot. He frowned, with a displeased expression on his face, "It's nothing serious, don't worry."

Yan Jianghe, who wears a white coat to do the dedicated work of saving lives and healing the wounded, is actually a penny-pinching bastard who "I'm not feeling well and no one can think about it".

So, the man laughed and began to sarcasm Zhong Ning: "Boss Zhong is a good drinker, did you drink a bottle of decanter?"

"..." Zhong Ning scolded with a smile on the other end, "Get out of here. Isn't this depressed? You think everyone is you, your heart is full of stinky stones, and your ex-girlfriend is as beautiful as a flower. It's been a few years since I've been talking to each other. When my mother sees the white moonlight, the cinnabar mole on my heart hurts, okay?"

"Hey." Yan Jianghe immediately echoed loudly, "I hear what you mean, you are planning to reunite after a broken mirror."

"Bah." Zhong Ning scolded again, "A good bird chooses a tree to live in. I don't want that 800-year-old broken wood."

As soon as Yan Jianghe heard his babble, he knew that this person was finished. He went into the house to look for clothes, and was about to pack up and go out to find his mother, while continuing to speak unforgivingly: "Zhong Ning, you have to know that no matter how good you are, you can't do it." It's a bird."

Bell "Bird": "..."

Zhang Cong waited for Liu Enming to leave for a long time before calling him. When he came out of Xiangyun Huajing, the old man finally learned how to be merciful, and the sun had already hung in the sky and began to shine.The snow on the ground shone with light, piercing the eyes.

The road is not so beautiful, it is completely unrecognizable by the rolling wheels, and it is muddy.

Zhang Cong's arms and legs were stiff from the cold. He swayed slowly and walked for about an hour to the gate of No. [-] Middle School.

It's all at this point, he never thought about joining the class, and there is no need to attend today's class.

He dodged the guard, made a half-circle, climbed in from the low wall behind, and squatted in the small woods behind the playground. A row of pines and cypresses covered his face. Yizhuan squeezed a ball.

"Zhang Cong? Are you there?"

Zhang Cong frowned, turned his head and threw the snowball in the direction of the sound.

"Hey!" Tang Fuxing pushed aside the branches of the tree and walked to Zhang Cong with a face full of snow.

He rubbed his face, the fat on his face was crumbling, and he stared at a pair of big eyelids: "What are you doing! You don't recognize your relatives!"

Zhang Cong glanced at him, and was too lazy to talk to him, so he just said, "Why did you get out?"

Tang Fuxing and Zhang Cong have been classmates since elementary school, and the buddies have been fighting for seven or eight years. They have experienced too many warm winters and cool summers, and they have long been beaten out of steel by ups and downs.

It's a pity that besides the youthful spirit, Tang Fuxing's face was beaten.When he was a child, he was still slightly handsome, but it was a pity that he had rusted since the third year of junior high school, and he became very unexpected.Not to mention the fat head and big ears, the belly looks like it is five months pregnant, and the whole body is so round that it looks like a spinning top that can spin in a circle.

"Isn't this looking for you?" Tang Fuxing said.

"Why do you want me?" Zhang Cong didn't understand. This bastard didn't study well, so he ran out to attend the funeral?

So Zhang Cong asked, "Come to collect my body?"

"Bah, bah, bah, Huang Liang's virtue, is he still qualified to touch a hair of yours?" Tang Fuxing looked him up and down, and sure enough, he didn't see any injuries, so he was relieved, "I'm just..."

He pursed his lips, not mentioning all kinds of people with his stammering virtue: "I just don't trust you, you..."

He stared at Zhang Cong for a while, then said, "Have you eaten yet?"

Zhang Cong didn't speak immediately, but stretched out his hand and slapped Tang Fuxing's shoulder, and then said, "I haven't eaten, I'm waiting for your treat."

"Hey." Tang Fuxing was happy, stood up, and said, "Then let's go."

Don't look at Tang Fuxing's gyro meat, but he is surprisingly flexible. I don't know if he was beaten and run away after hanging out with Zhang Cong for a long time. In addition, the wall is very short, so he is so flexible. It's more than enough to turn it over, even if it's not easy to catch.

Tang Fuxing jumped down from the wall, the flesh on his stomach trembling: "What do you eat? Noodles? It's so cold, you can still be warm and full."

"Okay." Zhang Cong said.

The two found a noodle shop near the school. Zhang Cong sat down and pretended to be dead as soon as he entered. Tang Fuxing was keen on ordering. He ordered a big bowl of beef noodles for each of them, and added two eggs.

After ordering, Tang Fuxing sat down opposite Zhang Cong: "Is the money enough?"

"What class did you skip?" Zhang Cong didn't answer, but suddenly asked something else.

"Ah. Geography." Tang Fuxing said.

They are sophomores.When dividing subjects, Zhang Cong went to science, while Tang Fuxing went to liberal arts.Tang Fuxing is a real scumbag. He basically never got [-] points in physics and chemistry, and even got zero points in physics.If you memorize it before the liberal arts exam, and then get crushed by your mother, you may run fifty or sixty.

The corner of Zhang Cong's mouth twitched, and he suddenly remembered the "geography is pretty good" that he was "boasted" in the car last night.Thinking of his single strawberry lollipop, I felt a little unhappy.

When the noodles came, Zhang Cong took a sip of the hot soup. He didn't know if he was in a hurry, and his stomach burned for a while.

He pressed his stomach and frowned: "Don't raise your eyebrows anymore, just your geography is so touching, and you still skipped class. Can't you pick up your mother's feather duster?"

Tang Fuxing waved his hand: "Hey, it's okay, if you can't save it, you will die. I still don't know which line of latitude and longitude is horizontal and which is vertical."

Zhang Cong didn't talk much, but it's a pity that he was too talkative. At this moment, he only felt that Tang Fuxing was really hopeless, so he showed mercy and said with a half-smile, "Brother will teach you."

"Huh?" Tang Fuxing was stunned, and looked up at him.

Zhang Cong: "Only when you stand vertically can you / shoot / come out of the warp, and it will fall down when you weft."

Tang Fuxing was stunned for a long time, then yelled, "Damn!" He sprayed Zhang Cong's face with soup.

Zhang Cong wiped his face expressionlessly: "Do you remember?"

"..." Tang Fuxing stared at him for a long time before saying again, "Zhang Cong, you are really nothing."

"You are." Zhang Cong smiled, "It's as if you can understand without dirty thoughts."

"...I'm fucking asking you about business, can you stop interrupting." Tang Fuxing muttered, grunting, "Have you enough money?"

Zhang Cong still looked at him blankly, without speaking.

"No." Seeing him like this, Tang Fuxing immediately became anxious. The fat man threw down his chopsticks and started yelling, "Did Liu Enming give you that stupid grandson?"

"Yes." Zhang Cong said, "Don't yell at me here."

Zhang Cong paused, and then said: "But Liu Enming wants to make Huang Liang again."

"Do it again?" Tang Fuxing was amused, "How to do it? Just Huang Liang's head with yellow feces, still do it? Is it disgusting?"

Tang Fuxing continued to scold: "Huang Liang, fart! He is a desolate place! Liu Enming is a bastard, what else is he thinking? What can he get?"

Zhang Cong kicked him under the table: "Shut up. Let no one eat."

He hesitated for a moment, and said, "He said he wanted to break Huang Liang's bone."

"I..." Tang Fuxing hiccupped, "Fuck."

Tang Fuxing: "Can you break it?"

"No." Tang Fuxing shook his head violently, "Are you going to break it? We're making enemies now. Huang Liang's grandson hangs around all day long. He doesn't know who he knows. If you get angry, find a group of people to block you." , put black on you, what do you do? What if you provoke his parents? If this becomes a big problem, the school..."

Zhang Cong looked up at him, and Tang Fuxing immediately shut up.

The two of them ate the noodles quietly. When they were about the same size, Tang Fuxing suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "How much worse are you? I'll get it for you! My mother...my mother has money in her bag!"

Zhang Cong didn't respond at all. He picked up the bowl, blew on it first, and then took another sip of the noodle soup. He said slowly, "Thank you. In return, I'll give you an island."

Zhang Cong: "It's called Nicola, a little bit, Kibo Island."

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Zhang Cong: Nicola Kipo Island.A magical and simple foreign island.