no way

As soon as the first lunar month comes into being, the "year" flies by.There is nothing to highlight.

Zhang Cong never heard from Zhang Hanma again.Maybe he will never see Zhang Hanma again in his life, maybe because he answered his last words: "Don't let me see you again."

Zhang Cong was not sure whether Yan Jianghe had intervened in this matter, what the follow-up would look like, and whether it was still relevant.Yan Jianghe wouldn't tell him, just as he ruthlessly didn't want to know, didn't want to get involved, and wouldn't ask.

Feng Lao will not live long, Zhang Cong and Yan Jianghe are very clear.It's just that there are things that are clear and clear.

Maybe people will feel it in advance when facing the deadline of life and death.This day, Yan Jianghe wiped Old Feng's body with alcohol in the house.The old man has had a severe fever recently.

While he was wiping it, Mr. Feng suddenly smiled at him: "Your teacher's wife has cooked Yuanxiao. It's my favorite black sesame stuffing. I saw it."

Yan Jianghe shook his hand, and the cotton in his hand fell to the ground.He stepped on the white cotton to vent his anger: "What did you see? Don't talk nonsense in broad daylight? Why didn't I see it?"

Old Feng still kept laughing, but couldn't make a sound.The movement of his speech became smaller and smaller, and even the cry of pain in the middle of the night was much weaker.So much so that Zhang Cong felt that every night he was woken up by a dead mosquito that had strangled his neck.

There will be signs of some things, and it is not so unprepared.

The day Mr. Feng left, the weather was particularly good.The days before were all cloudy, dark clouds covered the gray, the air was full of lively New Year flavor, and the dry depression of winter, conflicting with each other.

But that day the sun came out, and the sun has been pouring down on the ground since the early morning.The branches of the old tree outside the window were still swaying with the wind, and the tips of the branches were shining with light.

Yan Jianghe still carried food early in the morning to make breakfast.Before he went out, he had a cholera nerve, and sat beside Feng Lao's bed, inexplicably annoyed.

He stared at the gray face of the old man, and said, "I'm off to work, come over tonight after get off work."

Old Feng's eyeballs rolled slightly, and the turbidity inside was like a thick gray mud, which couldn't be disturbed no matter what: "Go."

Yan Jianghe stood up, and Feng Lao suddenly reached out and grabbed his palm.The old man's body temperature was boiling hot.Yan Jianghe then looked down again.

Elder Feng patted his hand: "Jiang He."

"Huh?" Yan Jianghe smiled lightly.

"Go." Elder Feng also smiled.

Yan Jianghe exhaled slowly, took another deep look, and then stuffed Feng Lao's hand into the quilt.

That was the last time Yan Jianghe saw Mr. Feng who was out of breath.

He left in the evening, before Yan Jianghe got off work.

Zhang Cong was in front of him at that time.The old man has been unable to open his eyes since the afternoon, and he doesn't make much noise when asked.Zhang Cong never dared to move out of his bed.Even the last time I went to the toilet, I ran.

When the sky gradually darkened, Zhang Cong stared at his wrinkled old face, leaned over and whispered, "Grandpa."

Old Feng squeezed out a low response from his throat.

Zhang Cong didn't blink: "Aren't you waiting for Yan Jianghe to come back?"

Old Feng didn't know if he heard it or not.As soon as Zhang Cong finished speaking, he suddenly tilted his head and raised his arms from under the quilt.

This arm is really thin, the old skin has no elasticity, hanging on the bone and drooping.

Zhang Cong grabbed Old Feng's wrist and felt for his pulse.Zhang Cong could feel the thin beating slowly returning to calm.When it was almost completely gone, Zhang Cong was shocked in place, and saw Feng Lao with a smile on his lips.

The old man smiled widely, and even moved the corners of his closed eyes, making the wrinkles deeper.Zhang Cong never forgot this smile in his whole life.

It is said that when a person dies, it is easy to be unsightly.Some were out of breath, some had bruised faces, and some had pain in their mouths.

But Feng Laoquan didn't.He walked away quietly and with a smile on his face.

Just look at his rough life, including his sonorous and unyielding virtue when he was sick.I thought he could make such a noise by walking around.Who would have thought that he didn't make a fuss.It stopped abruptly, stopped in a smile.

What goes through your mind when you die?Have a thought?He was so ill that he couldn't open his eyes and couldn't even look at Zhang Cong.But still laughing.

It wasn't until the cold smile on Feng Lao's lips disappeared that Zhang Cong let go of his wrist.

Zhang Cong sat on the side without moving for a long time, just leaning against the wall, staring at Old Feng's face.

It's not the same as imagined.There was no ups and downs in Zhang Cong's heart, his heart, liver and lungs were all flat.Perhaps the dramatic gains and losses in the world are not all so deafening.A life can be lost so peacefully.

Zhang Cong seemed to be able to see with the naked eye that Feng Lao's body temperature was slowly draining from that face.At the same time, Zhang Cong's hands became cold.The heating in the room has become a waste, it can't give a little warmth, it's not as hot as shit.

Zhang Cong stood up, moved his unconscious legs, went out and took out a black blindfold from his schoolbag, and put it on for Mr. Feng.His hand obviously touched Feng Lao's ear, but he didn't feel it.It's normal, both sides are cold, can you feel anything.

Zhang Cong closed the door, the lock fell softly, and his shoulders suddenly trembled uncontrollably.

He is really cold.So Zhang Cong picked up the cotton coat Yan Jianghe bought and put it on for himself.

Zhang Cong did not call or send messages to Yan Jianghe.He checked the time, Yan Jianghe was coming back soon.

Zhang Cong sat at the table for about an hour before Yan Jianghe opened the door.He was wrapped in icy cold air, and the clear smell pierced his nose.Zhang Cong's nasal cavity was a little pantothenic.

He stood up and looked up at Yan Jianghe.

Yan Jianghe stayed where he was and didn't move. Being stared at by Zhang Cong, his brain "crashed", as if a batch of broken copper and iron were falling down.

He tried his best to come up with some bad thoughts before walking up to Zhang Cong.He looked at Zhang Cong's face, there was no expression on it, and he couldn't see much clues.

Zhang Cong's Adam's apple moved, and he felt that his trachea was cut.He suppressed his voice and said, "Yan Jianghe."

Yan Jianghe's heart skipped a beat.Zhang Cong's movement was too unpleasant.

Zhang Cong found that he really wanted to hug the man across from him.In the next second, he stretched out his hand and tried his best to control it, but he just grabbed Yan Jianghe's arm tightly.

How could Yan Jiang know.When the oil ran out and the lamp dried up, the fire really went out.

He had never seen Zhang Cong's eyes so steady, without panic or pain, but a glance made him terrified.Like a full glass of cold water.The water level fits perfectly with the mouth of the cup.The more so, the more afraid of tilting.

Yan Jianghe paused, then reached out to pat the back of Zhang Cong's hand.He was frightened by this slap, did this little bastard take his hand out of the freezer?

Zhang Cong let go of the strength in his hand and let go of Yan Jianghe.

Yan Jianghe looked at the closed door and didn't go in first. He went to the kitchen and picked out a ceramic cup, poured a cup of hot water and handed it to Zhang Cong: "Hold it first, and warm your hands."

Zhang Cong was very obedient, took the water glass from him, and held it with both hands.

Yan Jianghe didn't care about Zhang Cong anymore, he walked into the back room.

Yan Jianghe stayed inside for about 3 minutes.Zhang Cong didn't know why he had to count outside.

When Yan Jianghe came out, Zhang Cong looked at him: "I asked him to wait for you to come back, but he didn't wait."

Yan Jianghe lowered his eyes, feeling tight in his chest, he let out a breath: "We have already said goodbye."

"Oh." Zhang Cong didn't say anything more, his fingers were warmed up and began to tingle.

Zhang Cong tapped his lips to the mouth of the cup, gulping down the hot water.

Yan Jianghe's eyebrows twitched fiercely, and he walked to Zhang Cong's side and sighed: "Isn't it hot for you to drink like this? Be careful to burn your esophagus."

"Huh?" Zhang Cong licked his gums with the tip of his tongue.It's really hot.The tip of the tongue is hot and numb, and the roots of the teeth are also crispy.

"It's very hot." Zhang Cong put down the water glass and leaned gently against the table.He took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth and lit it.

"Why didn't you call me earlier?" Yan Jianghe said, "People are hard/hard. I can't even put on the shroud for the funeral. But wearing a blindfold will do."

Won't you call early?Zhang Cong didn't dare to call when it was too early.Once it is not, what if it is called true?

Zhang Cong took a deep breath of the cigarette, and suddenly choked on stubble.He turned his head and coughed fiercely, and the cigarette butt fell to the ground.Zhang Cong started smoking at the age of thirteen or fourteen.This is the first time in many years that he has been choked.This blow choked him so badly that he didn't choke his lungs.His eye sockets were red, dry and astringent.

Yan Jianghe frowned, smashed out the cigarette butt with the tip of his toes, passed his arms around Zhang Cong, and rubbed Zhang Cong's back up and down with his palm through the thick clothes.

Yan Jianghe put down his hands after rubbing, and the two stood facing each other, neither of them spoke.

Wait for Zhang Cong's breathing to gradually calm down.Yan Jianghe suddenly turned his head and sniffed vigorously: "What's the smell? Why is there a burning smell?"

"..."

Zhang Cong pushed Yan Jianghe away, walked around the room, and finally stopped at the door, staring at the switch on the wall: "The wire is burned."

"Ah?" Yan Jianghe hurried over and saw a little spark at the gate, "What's going on?"

Zhang Cong was not as fussed as he was: "The circuit is aging. From the looks of it, it should be that the live wire and the neutral wire are glued together."

Yan Jiang He clicked his tongue: "Just say that this broken place is not good."

He took out his mobile phone: "Turn off the light and pull out the plug first, I'll find someone... hey!"

Yan Jianghe almost jumped up from Zhang Cong's fright.Zhang Cong didn't wait for him to finish, he reached out and quickly pulled the main switch.The lights on the ceiling went out, and the surroundings were completely dark.

Yan Jianghe reflexively threw the phone and grabbed Zhang Cong's wrist and choked, shouting, "What are you doing?"

Zhang Cong reacted very quickly, and he was able to turn around and grab Yan Jianghe's cell phone with his other hand, but unfortunately he didn't get it, and the phone hit the ground with a "bang".

Zhang Cong was stunned for a moment before saying, "I'll turn off the main gate. The electricity cannot be used now. Turn off the main gate and you'll be fine, otherwise I'm afraid it will burn."

"Why are you shutting it down? Are you an electrician?" Yan Jianghe said angrily, shaking off Zhang Cong's hand.

The old man is gone.

This fact haunted his mind again.As a result, the stagnant water in Yan Jianghe's chest turned over, and his temper immediately rose: "What if there is an electric shock? Who do you want to scare to death? Can you..."

He couldn't continue the training, because Zhang Cong squatted down in front of him, reached out to touch the ground, and picked up his mobile phone.

There is nothing wrong with the phone, but the tempered film is broken.There are several ugly cracks twisted across the screen.

Zhang Cong stuffed the mobile phone to Yan Jianghe, and subconsciously squeezed the wrist that Yan Jianghe had just pinched with the other hand. It hurt a little: "This building is an old building, and the circuit has been around for many years. My family has encountered this situation before."

But Yan Jianghe didn't answer, he turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and glared at Zhang Cong: "That's not okay, you are not allowed to have such dangerous behavior in the future."

He furrowed his brows, and suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion roll over him.

The old man is really gone.

Yan Jianghe felt very tired, even standing up.What was buried in my heart was suddenly dug deep and hollowed out.He didn't bother to turn the corner and took a stool, so he went straight to Zhang Cong's bed and sat down: "...it scared me to death."

Zhang Cong was silent for a while, and then gave a soft "hmm".

Yan Jianghe put the phone on the bed.Zhang Cong also took out his mobile phone from his pocket, turned on the flashlight and put it on the table.This completely lights up the room.It's just that the small place is packed with white lights, and the atmosphere is somewhat haunted.

In particular, there is really a ghost lying in the back room.

Zhang Cong took out another cigarette and lit it.He walked up to Yan Jianghe, hesitated for a moment, and handed Yan Jianghe another one.

Yan Jianghe waved his hand: "I don't smoke."

"You really don't smoke?"

"Yeah." Yan Jianghe rubbed his face, feeling tired from sitting.Just under the buttocks is the bed.He kicked off his shoes and lay down on the bed, "I used to smoke, but then I quit. A doctor tells patients not to smoke all day long, but he smokes himself. It's not right."

Yan Jianghe turned over and turned his back to Zhang Cong: "Let someone fix the circuit tomorrow. I won't be leaving tonight. I'm too tired. Let me borrow your bed."

Yan Jianghe jumped in, and stretched out his hand to pat the empty space beside him: "Zhang Cong. You've got all the excrement and urine, and you're being filial, so he can have fun."

Feng Lao really walked away with a smile.

Yan Jianghe laughed softly: "There is probably someone picking him up at the other end. His wife and children kiss their parents and so on. Maybe they can be reunited."

Zhang Cong stared at Yan Jianghe's back for a long time before sitting down on the edge of the bed and lowering his head: "Yes, I know."

"Good boy." Yan Jianghe turned over again, this time facing Zhang Cong.He stretched out his arms, trying to rub Zhang Cong's head indiscriminately.

A bastard line came out of Yan Jianghe's mouth, either to comfort Zhang Cong, or to persuade himself, but it was actually useless: "If you know it, don't feel so uncomfortable."

Zhang Cong didn't respond.His body was slightly tilted, and he leaned out at an angle without showing any signs of expression, his head just resting firmly in Yan Jianghe's palm.