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"Brother Cong, let's eat barbecue on the left street, will you come?"

Remarks are Yang Ling.

This person was Jian Cong's junior high school classmate, front and rear desks. Later, Jian Cong was admitted to high school, and she dropped out of school to sing in bars. The two never contacted again.

Jian Cong guessed that they were having some kind of party again, so he glanced at the news and didn't plan to return.

After that, someone would knock on his door, and the aunt who was cooking asked him if he would go down for dinner. Jian Cong hated Xi Fang more than anyone else, so he dug out the message and replied, "What time, which one?"

When Jian Cong arrived at the barbecue restaurant, she saw only Yang Ling. Four bottles of beer and several stacks of barbecue were placed on the table. She was sitting in the corner with her face up and playing with her mobile phone.

"Alone?" Jian Cong walked over and knocked on the table.

Yang Ling didn't look up.

Jian Cong pulled away the stool and sat down.

"Is it over..." Yang Ling raised her head impatiently.

Jian Cong took the wine bottle and knocked it on the table, opened the bottle cap, and said lightly, "Why, are you in a bad mood?"

Yang Ling was stunned for a moment, then said "um", put away the phone, and said to him, "What are you eating, do you want anything else?"

Shaking his bandaged hand, Jian Cong said, "I drink."

He came here thinking it was a junior high school reunion or something, and left just to say hello, but he didn't expect Yang Ling to be alone.

"how are things?"

"I quit my job." Yang Ling took a sip of his wine and said with a smile, "It would be nice to listen to you and continue studying."

Jian Cong turned the wine bottle, but said nothing.

Yang Ling continued: "I'm planning to go out to work."

Jian Cong paused and asked her, "Have you ever thought about finding another school to study?"

"Just kidding, do you really mean it?" Yang Ling smiled and said, "It's not like a year ago, let alone a year later, my heart is already wild."

Jian Cong didn't want to continue this topic, and knew that Yang Ling asked him to come out, it was impossible to just reminisce about the old days, so he put down the bottle and asked Yang Ling, "Why are you looking for me?"

"Ah." Yang Ling was slightly surprised, "I thought you would wait for me to tell you."

Jian Cong looked at her.

Yang Ling lowered his head and said, "I just want to borrow some money from you."

"How many?"

"fifty thousand."

The corner of Jian Cong's mouth moved, and he was dumb for a long time before he could speak, "What do you want so much money for?"

Tens of thousands of dollars is neither big nor small to him. He is rich, but he is not stupid.

"I know you are rich, Brother Cong, I really have nowhere to go." Yang Ling's eyes turned red instantly, and she held back her tears so that the tears didn't fall down.

"My mother has stomach cancer. I have already borrowed all the relatives I can borrow. I... I really don't know what to do." She took a deep breath, "I found you just to save my face. Look at you, old man. Classmates, can you show me some face?"

She said these words as if going all out, and then looked at Jian Cong quietly.

Jian Cong's hand under the table trembled suddenly. He had seen Yang Ling's mother, she was a very rich middle-aged woman, always smiling. When the parents' meeting was held, Jian Cong's mother liked to sit with her , She always said that she was happy when she saw Yang Ling's mother.

At that time, he didn't realize at all why she liked looking for "happy" more and more.

Because she has lost this instinct.

Instinct to be happy.

The iced beer seemed to have reversed its taste, and Jian Cong felt ice-cold from the palm of his hand to his stomach.

"What's your card number?" Jian Cong asked again, "Is [-] enough?"

Yang Ling was taken aback, as if he didn't expect him to be so easy to persuade, nodded quickly and said: "Enough is enough, please write down my card number."

After writing down a set of numbers on the note, Jian Cong stood up and said, "Where is your home, I will take you back."

Yang Ling waved his hand, "No need, my house is quite far away, I'll go back by car."

Jian Cong sent her to the intersection.

There were a lot of people waiting for the bus at the intersection, Yang Ling was carrying a small satchel, and the handsome man and the beautiful woman quickly attracted the attention of many people.

"Spirit demon?"

There was a drunk man walking this way with his legs kicked.

"Is it you, spirit demon?"

Yang Ling froze, lowered her head and said, "I'm not, you've got the wrong person."

The man was stunned and furious, "I know you even when you turned into ashes." He grabbed Jian Cong and said, "Do you know her? Don't be fooled by her, she is a liar!"

"I tell you, she..."

"Ah—" Yang Ling covered her ears and screamed, "Are you going to drive me crazy? I said I won't sing! I won't sing!"

"You are raised by a cousin! Who..."

Jian Cong twisted the man's wrist, and punched the man's abdomen with one punch.

Lu Yanxue picked up Jian Cong on the side of the street.

He has the habit of running at night, and he saw a familiar figure sitting on a flower bed on the sidewalk from a distance. He ran over and saw that Jian Cong was sitting there with a note stuffed in his nose, with his head up and bleeding.

"You..." Thousands of words were stuck in Lu Yanxue's mind, and finally he gritted his teeth and only managed to say: "Why are you fighting again?"

When Jian Cong turned his head and saw him, he almost coughed out his lungs.

Lu Yanxue pressed Jian Cong's high head, and pressed his nose to stop the bleeding, "Nosebleeds come back, don't choke whoever you are."

Jian Cong moaned vaguely, "...cough cough?"

"If you go back and drink it, it won't replenish your blood."

Lu Yanxue took off the sweat towel from his neck and wiped Jian Cong's face.Jian Cong had new injuries on his face, and a big swollen cheekbone.

"How can you be so foolish?"

The nosebleed stopped quickly, Jian Cong grabbed the towel and rubbed his face, couldn't help but said, "I'm evil, why do I always run into you when I'm unlucky?"

Lu Yanxue supported his knees, squatted down to look at him, pointed to his face and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Blueberry Strawberry Aspergillus flavus." Jian Cong: "Why are you here?"

"My house is nearby." Lu Yanxue reached out and wiped the gray stains on his face, and asked him, "Would you like to go to my house to treat the injury?"

"It's not good to scare uncles and aunts in the middle of the night." Jian Cong took off the towel and threw it to Lu Yanxue: "Go home."

Lu Yanxue simply sat next to him, and said mockingly, "Aren't you afraid of scaring others here?"

Everyone passing by saw them both walking away from each other.

"I am a cancerous city, and you are a flower of the motherland. Why do you always join me when you have nothing to do?" Jian Cong sparred with him.

Lu Yanxue looked sideways at Jian Cong and asked, "Aren't you afraid?"

"Afraid? Afraid of what? Afraid of pain? Afraid of death? I'm not afraid of anything."

Many years later, when Jian Cong recalled this second sentence, he still felt that he was an idiot.

How can ordinary people not be afraid of death?It's just that I don't have a little concern in my heart, so I feel that I have nothing to fear.

Being able to grow is itself a process of constantly learning to take responsibility.