Special Relationship

Chapter 1: He has a bad temper

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[I heard that a beautiful man with a bad temper lived in 108 next door.]

Just after a heavy snowfall in City H, another gust of wind blew up.

The wind hit the face like a knife, and the cold air penetrated into the pores along the skin texture, making people feel cold all over.

As a southerner, Yan Zhuo has lived in this small northern city for more than three years, but he still can't adapt to the climate here when winter comes.

Wrapping up his down jacket tightly, he walked into Ningkang Nursing Home.

This small nursing home is where he works, and he is a volunteer here.

From the winter vacation of my sophomore year until now.

The air conditioner was turned on in the hall, and the warmth spread from the soles of his feet to his limbs. Yan Zhuo, who was about to be frozen to death, regained his strength at this moment.

He walked to Room 107 and knocked on the door. After a while, the door opened, revealing a kindly old lady.

She was stooped, and her hair was grizzled.

"Bought it back?" she asked.

Yan Zhuo nodded, and handed her the things in his hand.

Seeing that his mouth was frozen white, the old lady said flatteringly, "Thank you."

With that said, he was pulled into the house.

The old lady had bad legs and feet, and she walked tremblingly. Yan Zhuo followed behind and glanced into the room—

Sure enough, she was not alone in the room, Aunt Xu from Room 201 upstairs and Mrs. Jin from Room 203 were also there.

"This is you?" Yan Zhuo asked.

He thought he could leave after delivering something.

"Playing mahjong," said the old lady, "three missing one."

This is temporarily pulling Yan Zhuo over to act as a mahjong player.

Yan Zhuo asked: "Where is Uncle Qi?"

Uncle Qi and them are fateful poker friends.

The old lady pursed her lips and said, "I told him not to come, saying that I have the back of my hands recently and always lose in mahjong."

Unexpectedly, the friendship of the elderly is so fragile, and the boat capsizes as soon as it says it will.

Yan Zhuo refused: "...Grandma Yang, you should find someone else, I—"

Grandma Yang interrupted him, and said with reason: "Since you call me grandma, then you are a grandson. Be filial to your grandson. What's wrong with playing mahjong with grandma?"

Yan Zhuo: "..." Calling grandma is just social politeness.

Reluctantly, Yan Zhuo was pushed to the mahjong table, and began to shuffle the cards.

After a few games, he lost terribly.

"Stop playing," Yan Zhuo pushed the mahjong and said, "If I lose again, my forehead will swell."

That's right, whoever loses will be brain-dead. Regardless of the combined age of the remaining three people at this table who are nearly 200 years old, their hand strength is not weak at all.

Yan Zhuo clapped his hands, and was about to stand up when he suddenly heard a "bang" sound from the next door, and the sound of many heavy objects falling to the ground.

"It's started again."

Aunt Xu, who was present, said that it seemed to be no surprise.

Yan Zhuo was curious and asked, "What started?"

Some time ago, because he was busy preparing the opening report, he didn't come for a while. So he doesn't know what happened recently, who moved next door.

People who have nothing to do like to gossip the most, and it happened that Yan Zhuo asked again, and then the three of them began to explain to Yan Zhuo one by one.

Their voices were noisy and their speech was incoherent, basically talking about what was on their mind. However, Yan Zhuo still snooped some useful information from it—

Two weeks ago, a man lived in the next door. According to Grandma Yang, he looks very handsome. But unfortunately, the man was blind, or acquired blind to be precise. So it may be blaming others, or it may be difficult to accept. He loses his temper every few days, doesn't make loud noises, just throws things around.

Yan Zhuo couldn't hold back and said, "The dean didn't make him lose money?"

"How can it be?" Aunt Xu said, "They smashed their own things."

Yan Zhuo: "Okay..." That can be considered rich and willful.

Aunt Xu said: "He is also a poor man, a good young man who suddenly loses his sight, whoever can bear it."

"That's right!" Mrs. Jin accepted the words and agreed, "He has been here for so many days, and no one in the family has come to see him. I don't know what's going on, so I can't be sure—"

She paused for a moment and continued: "Didn't it mean that the car accident caused it? Could it be that the whole family is in the car?"

Then they got together to make random guesses and chatter non-stop.

Hearing this, Yan Zhuo was a little annoyed, and he unconsciously frowned.

Grandma Yang saw it and began to warn him: "In the future, you should stay away from 108 when you work, and don't provoke them."

"..."

Yan Zhuo was speechless.

He asked, "Do I look like a troublemaker?"

"Boy, I'm kindly reminding you." Grandma Yang said. That kind of person who is rich and has a bad temper, whoever gets involved will be unlucky.

"Then I thank you."

Yan Zhuo stood up and walked outside.

"Where are you going? You haven't finished playing mahjong!" someone shouted behind him.

Yan Zhuo waved his hands and replied, "Go to work."

As soon as he left, mahjong was considered impossible to play, and everyone started chatting again.

Before Yan Zhuo went out, she could still hear Aunt Xu sighing, "I'm going to bother nurse Zhang again..."

you do not say.

When Yan Zhuo passed by 108, the gate was open, and the gate was in a mess, and nurse Zhang was cleaning up the trash.

She was surprised to see Yan Zhuo, and asked, "University is on vacation?"

Yan Zhuo hummed, and said meaningfully: "Thanks for your hard work."

Zhang nurse smiled, then tilted his head helplessly.

Yan Zhuo followed her movements and looked into the room.

The wind blew away the clouds, and the sun fell on the ground. A man was standing by the window against the light, smoking a cigarette.

It was a tall but slightly thin figure, against the backdrop of the smog, it gave off a sense of sadness and loneliness.

Yan Zhuo was fascinated for a moment.

After a while, a warning suddenly popped into my mind, it was the voice of Grandma Yang who had experienced many vicissitudes—

Stay away from him, don't provoke him.

Yan Zhuo frowned, thinking: Forget it, don't care, everyone in the world has their own misfortunes, it's none of my business.

Thinking so, before leaving, he still couldn't help but look back again.

I met the other party again at around four o'clock in the afternoon. Because of the geographical location of City H, it was getting dark at that time.

After Yan Zhuo finished his work, he passed the back garden when he was going back to the dormitory. At that time, the artificial lake had been frozen into an ice skating rink, and the bare trees were covered with rime. If someone splashed a handful of water on the ground, he would bet that it would freeze to ice in less than a minute.

So in this extremely cold weather, people who are still outside to enjoy the scenery are either having water in their brains or holes in their heads.

This was Yan Zhuo's first thought when he saw that person.

The man was wearing a camel windbreaker and jeans, sitting quietly on the recliner, looking through the eyes into the distant void.

He obviously couldn't see anything, but he seemed to be looking at the scenery.

Yan Zhuo sucked his frozen red nose, and couldn't help thinking: Isn't it cold to wear so little

About five minutes passed, maybe longer.

The man got up. He reached out and took the blind stick leaning on the edge of the recliner and walked forward step by step. The black stick became a snail's tentacles in his hand, slowly exploring in all directions.

Yan Zhuo suddenly realized that he had been in this back garden for a long time, just because he saw a strange man! He is spying on others!

This realization put him in a bad mood, he frowned and turned to leave.

But before he took two steps, he only heard a sound of "boom", and pulled back the steps he was about to leave.

Oops!

Due to the weather, the snow had already melted into ice. When the man passed the stone steps with his staff, his feet slipped and he knelt on the ground.

Yan Zhuo ran over at the fastest speed.

Perhaps because of embarrassment, he still kept his head down and remained motionless.

Yan Zhuo asked: "Are you okay?" As he spoke, he held the opponent's arm, trying to pull him up.

But who would have thought that the man didn't appreciate it, so he brushed his hand away and said, "Go away."

Yan Zhuo was taken aback for a moment, his head was in a daze, he was just being kind.

"Are... are you okay?" He asked again.

"It's all right," the man said. The voice was low and hoarse, with no pitch but surprisingly nice.

He began to fumble with his hand for the crutch that had gone somewhere because of the fall.

At this moment, Yan Zhuo saw his face clearly. He was indeed handsome and pleasing to the eye, but—that face, no matter how he looked at it, he was familiar with it.

Yan Zhuo asked uncertainly: "Song, Song Yan... Mr. Song?"

Song Yan turned his head in his direction, with a puzzled expression on his face.

Yan Zhuo smiled and said, "I know you, I—"

He paused, "I'm a student at the nearby Academy of Fine Arts. I have copied your paintings once, and there is a photo of your profile in the album."

Song Yan: "Oh."

Looked untouched.

"..."

Yan Zhuo gritted his teeth, feeling that the person in front of him was colder than this minus ten degrees Celsius day. It can freeze people into ice balls as soon as they open their mouths.

Anyway, the other party couldn't see him, so Yan Zhuo didn't maintain his smiling face at all, and just said nicely, "It's cold on the ground, let me help you up."

Song Yan: "No, you go, I can do it myself."

Being rejected twice for no reason, no matter how enthusiastic people are, they can't stand it. Yan Zhuo nodded, and realized that the person in front of him couldn't see. Then he said, "Okay, be careful, the ground is full of ice and slippery."

After speaking, he stepped aside.

Song Yan said that he could do it, so he really could. Although his movements were slow, he still stood up firmly.

Yan Zhuoping breathed a sigh of relief, as for why, he didn't know.

Song Yan walked in front, Yan Zhuo followed behind.

He unscrupulously looked at Song Yan's back.

The visual height is about 185, and the figure is tall, especially the legs, which are very long. Under the wrapping of jeans, people can faintly feel the outline of the thin legs.

Yan Zhuo thought: It seems that he is not wearing long johns.

The back garden is not far from the inpatient department, within a few minutes.

After seeing Song Yan enter the hall, he turned around and walked towards the staff dormitory.

After Yan Zhuo returned to the dormitory, he took down a stack of albums from the cabinet and slowly flipped through them.

He searched for a long time, and finally—

"Found it." He said excitedly.

Yan Zhuo opened the first page, the photo on the profile and the face of the man in the back garden gradually overlapped in his mind.

It's Song Yan, that's right.

Song Yan is quite famous in the art circle.

He is good at sketching, especially portraits, which are very vivid. When Yan Zhuo was in high school, he often copied his paintings. Their teacher once said that when you have reached 60% of your skills in copying masters' paintings, you will be almost ready for the exam.

Yan Zhuo suddenly thought of Song Yan's silent back in the smog, and couldn't help sighing. For a painter, this unexpected "accident" is the cruelest.

What a pity.

That night, Yan Zhuo had a horrible dream.

In a dream, he dragged his exhausted body to hide in a broken room in a violent snowstorm. The room was pitch black and there was not even a broken stool. Yan Zhuo sat down on the ground angrily, his buttocks were not warm yet... Suddenly there was a "tick tick tick" sound from a corner behind him, he turned his head and saw a snowman covered with gauze and with a nose and mouth of Song Yan was melting .

After a few seconds—

Song Xueren spoke, and he asked, "Did you see my eyeballs?"

Yan Zhuo swallowed, "No, no."

"Really?" Song Yan said, opening and closing his mouth, his cold voice made people feel like falling into an ice cellar, "I'm so sad, can you give me your eyeballs..."

This dream is terrible.

It was so scary that the first thing Yan Zhuo did when he woke up was to check if his eyeballs were still hanging in their sockets.

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