no way

Beijing, nine twenty in the evening.

Zhang Cong was sitting in an exquisite and beautiful European-style cafe.Elegant violin rhythms are agile, surrounded by a pleasant light fragrance.

The cup of Americano coffee in Zhang Cong's hand was no longer steaming, and the mouth of the white porcelain cup was clean, so he didn't take a sip.

Zhang Cong lowered his head and stared at the mobile phone next to the cup.

Yan Jianghe has been in the car for more than three hours. It stands to reason that even if it gets dark and walks slowly, he should be there by then.

Just now, while Zhang Cong was going to the bathroom, he called Yan Jianghe twice.No one picked up the first time, and when he called the second time, he was not in the service area.

Yan Jianghe said that the signal in the village is not good.But Zhang Cong still felt troubled.Maybe it was a psychological problem, but he actually felt a little uneasy, which was probably unfounded.

"That's exactly how it is." Zhang Cong sat across from his senior, "I have discussed with some of my classmates a long time ago and decided to open a game design company in Beijing. Although you are only a freshman, I know you are good at games. Already had a lot of experience.”

"Zhang Cong, you are a good hand." The senior smiled and spoke sincerely, "So, when the company is officially launched this summer, we want you to come and help."

Senior: "Of course. You are still focusing on your studies at present. If you delay things by doing original paintings, you can help us outsource them when you have time. After you graduate, you can stay in the company directly, and you can even count your technology as a share. We really Looking forward to your joining."

Zhang Cong was silent for a moment, raised his eyes from the phone, and looked at the opposite side: "Senior, it's okay to help you pick up your bags or make original paintings."

Zhang Cong said, "But I won't stay after graduation."

The senior was stunned, but he wasn't too surprised. He asked, "You already have a better way out? You are really... talented and sought after, and you just keep taking olive branches as a freshman."

"Is it the one you usually take the package from? I remember you mentioned that the boss is your teacher's friend." The senior still didn't give up, "You can think about it again. Although we are a new company, the treatment will not be bad Yes. They are young people again, and everyone starts a business together..."

"That's not the problem." Zhang Cong finally took a sip of the coffee in hand.

After the American style is cold, the entrance seems to be extra bitter: "I don't plan to stay in Beijing after graduation."

"Didn't plan to stay in Beijing?" The senior was surprised this time, "Why? You have the ability and the opportunity. Besides, no matter what industry you are in, you are basically the leader in the imperial capital."

The senior paused and seemed to understand, he tentatively asked Zhang Cong: "Do you want to go back to your hometown after graduation?"

"Yeah." Zhang Cong didn't shy away, and said directly, "I want to go back, my home is there."

The senior didn't expect it at all, and he sighed with emotion: "I really can't see that you are a family lover."

Zhang Cong lowered his eyelashes, stared at the black screen of the phone again, and said nothing.

He is not a family lover.Where does Zhang Cong have a home, and how can he fall in love with it?The "home" in his heart, that destination, is just Yan Jianghe alone.

The senior shook his head, thinking it was a pity: "Zhang Cong, do you want to think about it again? Although with your ability, as long as you persist, you can develop very well in the future, but there are always more opportunities in Beijing, and the industry should be better. Boom."

Senior: "And your house is not far from Beijing. It's only two hours by plane."

"It's different." Zhang Cong said firmly, "I think clearly, I must go back."

For Zhang Cong, the four years in college were already the limit.No matter how long it takes, he will definitely not be able to bear it.

He was a person who had been wallowing in mud and mud since he was a child. He was born with no prospects and no ambitions.

Zhang Cong has already determined morbidly and paranoidly that his life, dreams, love, including talent, ability, and even his life, were all given by Yan Jianghe, and all belonged to Yan Jianghe.

His future and blueprint are also built by Yan Jianghe.All his worldviews are centered on Yan Jianghe.

So Zhang Cong wants to go back.He wanted to stay by Yan Jianghe's side, accompany Yan Jianghe, and take care of Yan Jianghe.He couldn't let Yan Jianghe take off his white coat exhaustedly, go home covered in exhaustion, and collapse on the bed or sofa alone.

This was tantamount to killing Zhang Cong.

Seeing that Zhang Cong didn't retreat half a step, the senior didn't have much to say.He sighed: "Okay, I respect your choice. But if you change your mind, my door here will always be open for you."

"Thank you." Zhang Cong said.

As soon as he finished speaking, the screen of the mobile phone lit up and the ringtone rang at the same time.Zhang Cong's heart skipped a beat, and then fell again. ——It's not Yan Jianghe, it's Zhong Ning.

But the next second Zhang Cong frowned, Zhong Ning called him at this time, what's wrong?There has been nothing to negotiate between them for a long time.

"Take a call." Zhang Cong picked up the phone and greeted the senior.

The senior nodded.

"Hi, Zhang Cong." Zhong Ning's voice didn't sound very good.

Zhang Cong was inexplicably uncomfortable, like a big drop in his heart, and panicked in a trance: "Brother Zhong, what's wrong?"

If Zhong Ning's mouth were to tell horror stories, it would definitely hit the nail on the head. You don't need to close the small dark room and light candles, just under the blue sky and white sun, you can scare a basket of people to death.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Zhang Cong lost his mind in an instant: "An accident happened to Yan Jianghe, the bus he was riding in overturned."

"Hey Zhang Cong! What's wrong with you?" The senior stared and was taken aback.

He saw Zhang Cong stand up suddenly, flipped over the stool with one foot, tripped over the leg of the stool, got up quickly, rolled and scrambled, and ran out of the cafe recklessly.

The senior was dumbfounded: "This kid is usually quite calm, what's wrong..."

The senior turned his head and took a look, but Zhang Cong didn't take the bag next to his seat.

Zhang Cong staggered all the way, holding his mobile phone tightly, a headless fly doing a good job.He couldn’t hear the senior calling him, he couldn’t hear the waiter calling him, he couldn’t hear the horn of the car on the road, and he couldn’t feel the cold wind blowing on his face.

It wasn't until Zhong Ning said something that Zhang Cong realized: "Although the injury is not clear, it is said that there is no death at present. Please calm down first."

Zhang Cong stopped immediately like a brake, and stood on the curb: "What?"

Zhong Ning paused for two seconds: "Don't panic. Yan Jianghe is definitely fine."

Zhang Cong quickly asked him back: "What are you sure about?"

Zhong Ning was dumb.

Zhang Cong closed his eyes, his chest was terribly cold, as if frozen.Together with the surging of his blood and the beating of his heart, they also froze together.

The panic all over his body was suddenly frozen to death, it felt too cold and too quiet.

It was dead silence.

It's like this life is suddenly gone.

"Zhang Cong, don't do this. I told you not to make you crazy. I know you're anxious, but it's useless even if you tear it apart now, do you understand? Calm down." Zhong Ning finally spoke again, " I know that Jiang He is with you, so I feel that I must tell you the truth, and you have the right to know as soon as something happens."

Zhong Ning: "Listen to me. We heard from insiders that there was a bad signal on the side where the accident happened, and the communication was not smooth, but the situation seems to be better than we imagined. And the rescue team has already gone, but because of the heavy snow here, the mountain road It's not easy to go, and you may not be able to arrive in a short time. But you really don't have to think about the bad. So far, all we have received is good news. Xu Huai is at the police station..."

"You think this is good news?" Zhang Cong's voice was cold, and he stabbed at Zhong Ning like hard ice balls.

Zhong Ning didn't regret telling Zhang Cong after he didn't know, he just sighed: "If there is any news, I will contact you."

Zhang Cong didn't speak, he hung up the phone, and reached out to hail a taxi: "Capital International Airport."

The human brain is truly amazing.After the extreme panic, he was able to be calm and clear to an unprecedented degree.Zhang Cong has never been so sober in his life.Sober enough to count the tormented minutes of each breath.

Zhang Cong sat in the taxi and looked down at his phone.There is no suitable air ticket.There is no flight back "home" for him tonight.

Zhang Cong went to watch the train again, and found the only one that departed at 03:30. Fortunately, it started with Z and arrived at about [-]:[-] in the morning, which lasted more than five hours.

"Master, go to the train station." Zhang Cong changed his words and said to the driver, "Hurry up, please, I'm in a hurry."

He operated quickly with his hands, and his fingertips were so flexible that it didn't seem like his own.There was no sleeper, so Zhang Cong bought a hard seat.

Fortunately, there was no traffic jam at this time, so Zhang Cong hurried into the station.He was sweating profusely and was out of breath, but he finally caught up with him dragging his tail to death.

Zhang Cong's seat was by the window, and he sat down on his buttocks, feeling weak in his limbs for a moment, so limp that he couldn't move.

Zhang Cong tilted his head and gasped, as if his neck had been cut off.His forehead was pressed against the car window, and the hot sweat stained the cold glass.

Zhang Cong saw a middle-aged man lying on the row opposite him, wrapped in a thick green military overcoat, he couldn't tell whether he was sleeping or resting his eyes with his eyes closed, his legs curled up, his dark feet were bare, and he rushed to the aisle .

Next to Zhang Cong sat down a middle-aged woman, holding a half-grown child on her lap, screaming and screaming, and the woman even coaxed and cursed.

There was a very unpleasant smell in the compartment, mixed with the smell of convenience food.It's stuffy, drier than moldy and rotten, making Zhang Cong suffocate.

There was the sound of video playing in the carriage, and the program and lines could not be distinguished clearly, and it was mixed with the whispers of the people, disturbing the different dialects of different places, and it was a mess.

Someone in the carriage was cracking melon seeds, and the melon seeds were thrown into a small iron plate covered with a white plastic bag under the skin of the mouth.

Someone in the car is closing his eyes and plugging his earphones.

Someone in the carriage was staring, throwing cards on the table.

There is a Zhang Cong in the carriage.

Perhaps Zhang Cong was a malevolent embryo plucked out of 18 billion hells, but was forcefully stuffed into Tao Jingyi's belly by the king of hell, Lao Tzu, before he came to the world to cause trouble and become a living creature.

sometimes.

When Zhang Cong didn't meet Yan Jianghe, when Zhang Cong was away from Yan Jianghe, when Zhang Cong might lose Yan Jianghe...

These times, many of these times.He will feel that he has no popularity at all.That feeling is absurd to say, he seems to be a wandering, abandoned outsider species, watching each other coldly with the world.None of the fragrance or stench of the human world touches his body.

All he had was a desolate barrenness.

He also has a dark, bottomless, bankless river.The river water is choking, and it can make him tear his liver and gallbladder.One mouthful is sour and one mouthful is bitter, one mouthful is pungent and one mouthful is salty, but only one flavor is missing.Dirty weeds grew wildly in the river, entangled Zhang Cong's feet.Stretch him, drag him deep, drown, suffer, die in the dark.

The train had already started, and the darkness and light spots were constantly and rapidly changing outside the window.

The senior must have been worried, so he called Zhang Cong again, but Zhang Cong didn't answer.

Zhang Cong didn't dare to call Zhong Ning to clarify the matter.He didn't even dare to call Yan Jianghe.

Zhang Cong was actually afraid of the palm-sized mobile phone—he was afraid of bearing everything that the palm-sized mobile phone brought.

Zhang Cong sat motionless in his position.During the long five hours of Ling Chi, he was like a zombie, except his mind was spinning. ——He couldn't help recalling the memories that he had missed over and over again.

Every bit of him and Yan Jianghe.Every word Yan Jianghe said, every smile, every time he lost his temper with him, hit him, scolded him, coaxed him.

……