no way

After Yan Jianghe summoned his father, he immediately called Xu Huai again.He didn't want to disturb others, but Zhang Cong was taken away by the police just under his nose.

Why didn't Yan Jiang understand what crime Zhang Hanma committed, and he didn't want to know.It's just that he sat on the stool and figured it out a little bit - Zhang Cong must have known everything last night.

He knew all about it, that's why he squatted at the foot of the stairs, putting out that ghostly behavior in the cold wind.

Zhang Cong, Zhang Cong.

Yan Jianghe closed his eyes and wanted to beat Zhang Cong again.To Zhang Cong, he always hated iron but not steel.

Yan Tao came very quickly, arriving in less than an hour.When Yan Jianghe heard the knock on the door, he put on his coat and took out the car keys.He opened the door to let Yan Tao enter the room, and at the same time went out by himself: "The old man is in the room."

"Hey, why are you going?" Yan Tao was confused, holding a fruit basket in his hand, blocking Yan Jianghe with his shoulder, "Why are you in such a hurry, the hospital is busy?"

"No." Yan Jiang didn't have time to explain, "I'll tell you later."

He closed the door and only said, "I'll pick up Zhang Cong."

Yan Tao: "..."

He still couldn't figure it out, and clicked his tongue: "Young people nowadays are always in a hurry."

Yan Jianghe is really in a hurry. If possible, he would like to remove all four wheels of his Mazda and replace them with Hot Wheels.

He drove to the gate of the police station and stopped. Just as he was about to push the car door down, his cell phone rang.

Yan Jianghe took out his mobile phone, it was Xu Huai's call.He didn't want to get out of the car anymore, and quickly picked it up: "Hello, Old Xu."

"Jiang He, I have asked clearly." Xu Huai said from the other end, "Don't worry, there is nothing wrong with Zhang Cong."

Yan Jianghe sighed, thinking that Xu Huai had said something nonsense: "I know there is nothing wrong with Zhang Cong."

Of course what's the matter with Zhang Cong.What can happen to Zhang Cong?In fact, even if he didn't ask, and just sat and waited at home, Zhang Cong could come back intact.Yan Jianghe knew.But he just couldn't forget the way Zhang Cong looked up at him last night.

What was this little brat thinking all night?Did he sleep?Yan Jianghe felt that with Zhang Cong's meticulous thinking, it was [-]% impossible for him to fall asleep.But when he sent Zhang Cong a message in the middle of the night, he didn't reply.Zhang Cong checked the time - picked up the time to wake up.

Zhang Cong is like this, how can Yan Jianghe sit still?What he sat under was not a stool, but a pegboard.

Xu Huai continued on the phone: "It is a routine matter for the police to find Zhang Cong, to find out about his father's situation. It is good for Zhang Cong to tell the truth, there is no major problem. I asked my friend, and the news from over there said that the questioning has been finished. , let him go later."

Xu Huai paused for a moment: "It's just that his father is in trouble."

"His father doesn't care." Yan Jianghe said irritably.

"Then it's fine." Xu Huai breathed a sigh of relief, "I was thinking that if you want to help his father, you'll be suspended."

Hearing Xu Huai's words, Yan Jianghe was sure that the matter was serious, he frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

Xu Huai's voice sank: "It took a life."

"Human life?" Yan Jianghe was startled.

Xu Huai: "Before New Year's Day, a woman fell down the stairs and landed on the back of her head... This woman lives alone and has no friends. She often brings some messy people home in the middle of the night. The street stand... ....You know. It was a funeral for a distant relative. After the autopsy results came out, the police have been investigating. Before the investigation was clear, Zhang Cong's father suddenly surrendered, saying that the woman was murdered. He pushed it downstairs."

Yan Jianghe turned his head and stared at the gate of the police station without saying a word.

There is nothing more to say.

There are always such a bunch of people in the world, and life and death are the blame.This has little to do with Skynet recovery and justice.These people are as they should be.But what people call "retribution."

People who are despised can't stand up, these prisoner Shi Guzi are not qualified to beg for glory.

"Jiang He? Jiang He, can you hear me?" Xu Huai had already called Yan Jiang He many times.

"Huh? Yes." Yan Jianghe leaned his head on the back of the chair, making an excuse for his wandering spirit, "The signal was not good just now."

Xu Huai asked again: "Where are you? Did you go to the police station to pick him up?"

"Take it." Yan Jianghe rubbed his eyes with his hands.He was indeed quite sleepy. He didn't have much rest from the night shift last night, and he messed up again early in the morning. He was tired enough.

"That's fine, then you go and pick it up. You should let it go right away. This Chinese New Year...you can come to me if you have any questions. I will ask you for you." Xu Huai was helpless, and sighed, "You just picked it up. What a child."

Yan Jianghe smiled lightly: "I picked up a bastard."

Yan Jianghe: "Thank you, Lao Xu, I will definitely have a good meal when we come out to get together after the Chinese New Year."

Xu Huai: "You're welcome with me."

Yan Jianghe hung up the phone and turned his gaze to the gate of the police station.

Zhang Hanma didn't wait for the imminent moment, so he surrendered himself.Yan Jianghe felt that this was a good thing.Saved some trouble, fairness, and peace of mind.No, where did Zhang Hanma get his conscience?

Yan Jianghe's heart suddenly turned cold.Zhang Hanma's "initiative" is, to put it bluntly, finding a home for himself.What happened to the prison?Prison is also a place.

What about Zhang Cong?Where is Zhang Cong's home?

The home in the battered door?In Feng's old house, Zhang Cong didn't want to dust the narrow head of the bed?

neither.These are all empty, and will disappear with breath and temperature.It's all dust.Everything that should have given Zhang Cong shelter gave him panic, loss, and nothing.

The world is so big, he will always be helpless, and he is out of place to be a sharp blade.He was bayonet red, painful and bright.

Yan Jianghe saw Zhang Cong walking out of the police station.Zhang Cong is indeed tall, with broad shoulders and bones, he can already fully support the large clothes.

Zhang Cong walked out with his head down.The police didn't ask him anything, just asked him when Zhang Hanma disappeared and when he came back.Ask him if he knows.Zhang Cong's whole process basically consisted of three words - "I don't know".

It was the first time that the father and son had such a tacit understanding, and Zhang Hanma also told the police: "Zhang Cong doesn't know anything."

Zhang Cong fumbled in his pocket and found a bank card.It's really amazing that he has a bank card.This was given to him by the police just now, saying that Zhang Hanma wanted to hand it over.

Then Zhang Han Matou's mouth gave him a thunderbolt——Zhang Cong's mother, who had not been seen for eight years, would occasionally send money to this card.The password is Zhang Cong's birthday.Not much money.

After Zhang Cong was hacked, he didn't express any emotion, but all the cells in his body began to vomit.What kind of trick is this?No, this is not worthy of the word "deed" at all.

The wind from outside was blowing head-on, Zhang Cong squinted his eyes. He took out a lollipop from his pocket, and as soon as he put it in his mouth, he looked up and saw Yan Jianghe's car.

He has seen Yan Jianghe's car like this several times.It's always a surprise, but if you look up, you can catch a glimpse of it not far away.The car was parked, waiting for him to get in.

Zhang Congyu paused on the spot, and Yan Jianghe immediately honked the horn.

There was a "drop".A short sound, not too loud.It's called Zhang Cong.

Zhang Cong stirred the stick of sugar with the tip of his tongue, and in his taste, he could feel some sweetness emerging from the bitterness.

He walked over, opened the car door, and got into the car with a chill in his body.

Yan Jianghe fiddled with the air-conditioning outlet on the co-pilot's side, and the warm air swept from the tip of Zhang Cong's nose to his chin, and then to his chest.

"Are you okay?" Yan Jianghe asked.

"It's nothing." Zhang Cong said as usual.He turned his head slightly to look at Yan Jianghe's face, and he could see the slightly obvious dark circles under his eyes.

Zhang Cong sucked the gum hard, insisting on letting the sweetness fill his entire mouth.Then, he pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled at Yan Jianghe.

Yan Jianghe saw Zhang Cong's dimple again.Zhang Cong is not the type who loves to laugh. He has not seen this pair of pear dimples a few times so far.

Yan Jianghe wanted to catch some reluctance and pain from Zhang Cong's smile, but he failed.Zhang Cong smiled very naturally.

The mask is strong enough, maybe it can really grow into the flesh.

Yan Jianghe turned his head and didn't ask any more questions.Zhang Cong would not be happy for him to ask more questions.Because all of this has nothing to do with him, and it has nothing to do with Zhang Cong.

He drove the car out.

The wheels ran over a sewer manhole cover and clicked.Yan Jianghe's internal organs also thumped.He smacked and felt a kind of dullness in his internal organs.

Yan Jianghe didn't drive back directly, he drove the car towards the vegetable market, which should be the last wave of stalls in the market in the morning of [-]: "Let's buy some vegetables and go back, let's make something for lunch, it's Chinese New Year."

Zhang Cong still turned his head and looked at him: "Is your father there?"

Yan Jianghe squeezed the steering wheel with his hand, rubbed his palm half a circle, and turned around a detour: "Yes."

He quickly went on to say, "Are you going to cook? Both of us, father and son, are not very good with the kitchen."

The whole sky can't pull out anything more shameless and inhuman than Yan Jianghe.Zhang Cong had just gone through such a big event and lost his father.Fortunately, he picked up the man and asked the other party to cook him lunch as if nothing had happened.

But Zhang Cong is very suitable for nonchalant.He was silent for a while without speaking.Yan Jianghe smacked his lips in his heart, a little worried that Zhang Cong would say to him: "Eat yourselves, I'll go." In this case, he would probably have a fight with Zhang Cong, because the Chinese New Year is too festive and violence is compromised, so he might not be able to fight .

Zhang Cong did not.He didn't say much, just gave a soft "hmm".

"Hmm" will do.Yan Jianghe finally raised the corners of his mouth and smiled briefly.

Why did Yan Jiang have no time to divide his eyes? He is not energetic today. Fortunately, there are not many cars on the road during the Chinese New Year, but he can only concentrate on watching the road.This gave Zhang Cong a chance.Zhang Cong stared at Yan Jianghe intently, his eyes evolved into a high-power microscope, which could capture all the details.

He understood why Yan Jianghe was worried about him, understood why Yan Jianghe didn't want to refuse him just now, understood Yan Jianghe's smile, and the corners of his mouth that turned up.

Yan Jianghe's profile was still the same.The lines are dazzled by the sun, with a layer of fluffy warm edges.Zhang Cong rubbed his fingertips subconsciously.His fingertips were itching, and he really wanted to draw Yan Jianghe's profile again.