As Christmas approaches, colorful decorations are hung in almost every corner of the yard.
Yan Zhuo shook the bell in his hand, and said to Gao Hongming with a slumped face, "Can I refuse?"
Gao Hongming smiled slightly: "How do you feel?"
Yan Zhuo said, "I think it's okay."
"I feel wrong." Gao Hongming said, he patted Yan Zhuo's shoulder, "The organization trusts you, you will complete this task very well!"
Yan Zhuo looked at the sky speechlessly, he didn't need this kind of trust.
The nursing home holds some small events every Christmas. For example, last year, it held a mahjong gambling king contest, and the winner got a new mobile phone. But this year, the leader handed over this arduous task to Yan Zhuo and asked him to plan it. Yan Zhuo felt a headache because of his decision. There was a galaxy of generation gap between him and his grandparents in the nursing home, and he didn't know how to prepare.
Having no idea, Yan Zhuo sighed beside him. When he sighed for the fifth time, Xu Yue asked him: "Is it so difficult?"
Yan Zhuo nodded and explained: "It's difficult, because every year the group of people in the nursing home have high expectations for such activities. If the activities are not arranged well and do not meet their expectations, they will continue to talk about it for half a year..."
Xu Yue: "So exaggerated?"
Yan Zhuo shrugged, he was not exaggerating, he was telling the truth.
Xu Yue is usually used to being talked about by her grandma, an old lady can't handle it, a group of old people... that scene is so spectacular that it is terrifying.
Xu Yue encouraged: "Then you should work hard, and you will have a bright future if you do well."
"..."
Yan Zhuo smiled, thank you.
Seeing his smirk, Xu Yue was amused, and joked, "Then if you really don't want to do this project, why don't you leave it to me?"
Yan Zhuo asked: "Do you want to take it?"
Xu Yue smiled brightly: "I'm fine. I just came here and I have nothing to do and I was idle. Don't you just don't want to take this task? I'll take it, isn't it just right?"
Although Yan Zhuo had thousands of reluctance to this arrangement, he was not a person who evades responsibility, so he refused: "Thank you, but forget it."
Xu Yue said: "Are you afraid of troublesome me? Don't worry, it's not troublesome at all. I just happen to be bored."
Yan Zhuo shook his head: "I'm afraid you will be under pressure. If they are not satisfied then, have you ever thought about the consequences you will face?"
Xu Yue pursed her lips: "You don't believe in my ability?"
Her tone suddenly dropped, Yan Zhuo was afraid that she might misunderstand, so he hurriedly said: "No, I think—"
Xu Yue interrupted him: "Then you just believe me!"
She said so, what else could Yan Zhuo say, he could only say: "Believe it..."
Xu Yue immediately cheered up.
"Then leave it to me!"
Yan Zhuo hesitated, and nodded after a while: "Okay, then I'll leave it to you, and I'll treat you to dinner after I'm done."
"Okay." Xu Yue said.
When Yan Zhuo said that it was handed over to Xu Yue, it was really handed over to her. It was not until Christmas Eve that he remembered to ask Xu Yue what he had prepared.
Xu Yue was busy at the time, so she didn't have time to elaborate, so she casually said, "You will know in the evening."
Fine. It's kind of mysterious.
Yan Zhuo was too lazy to be curious. He casually put the notebook on the front desk and informed each room one by one.
When Song Yanshi was notified, he flatly refused, "No."
Yan Zhuo was already mentally prepared. He came to inform Song Yan just by chance. What if Song Yan had a convulsion
It is normal for Song Yan to refuse, but it is purely perverted to agree, and it is not in his consideration.
Yan Zhuo said very happily: "Okay, then I will leave first, and I have to inform other people."
The inpatient department has five floors, and there are double rooms from the third floor up, so he notified quickly.
In less than twenty minutes, he had all the notifications in place.
The activity started in the evening, and almost the whole courtyard went to join in the fun. The normally empty auditorium instantly became lively, and even the space became cramped.
Rows of square tables are neatly arranged, and there are self-serve meals in the distance.
Yan Zhuo praised Xu Yue: "Your plan is good."
Xu Yue smiled: "The better is yet to come."
Yan Zhuo was curious, he really wanted to know what was going on behind the scenes.
After a while, when the stage began to perform, Yan Zhuo saw the "best" in her mouth.
The mime actors on the stage moved very funny, which made the judges laugh out loud.
But Yan Zhuo couldn't laugh, he thought: Fortunately Song Yan didn't come. For some reason, he felt uncomfortable. If... Suppose, if Song Yan was here tonight, then this show would be too unfriendly to him!
Yan Zhuo glanced at Xu Yue, she was concentrating on watching the show. He thought for a while, but still patted Xu Yue's shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Come out with me."
There were a lot of people watching the show, they walked all the way out, and after passing by a lot, they found a place where they could talk a little bit.
Yan Zhuo leaned on the railing and asked her casually: "Why did you choose pantomime?"
Xu Yue blinked: "Because of the novelty." She complained, "I searched many places before I found these mime actors."
Yan Zhuo raised his eyebrows: "Since it's so hard to find, why do you still have to make this plan?"
Xu Yue: "Because it's novelty, I just said it."
Yan Zhuo stopped going around in circles: "But did you consider Song Yan when you planned this show? You let him enjoy pantomime as a blind man?"
Xu Yue: "Sorry, I forgot."
"..." Yan Zhuo frowned, and simply asked directly: "Did you do it on purpose?"
"No," Xu Yue said innocently, "I really forgot, and I can't give up this good show just because of him alone."
Her eyes were calm, like a puddle of water, without any sign of guilt.
Yan Zhuo didn't want to speculate on people's badness, and this task was originally his, but Xu Yue just took it by coincidence, he paused and said: "I just think that since this is a group activity, Even if Song Yan is alone in a special situation, it should be taken care of."
Xu Yue nodded and said, "I see, I didn't think carefully this time."
As soon as she said that, Yan Zhuo instantly felt embarrassed, and said, "I don't blame you, it's just—"
Before I finished speaking, darkness suddenly struck, and my eyes seemed to be covered with gauze, and I couldn't see anything for a moment.
"The power went out?" Xu Yue asked.
"Maybe it's tripped." Yan Zhuo said, "Go back, I'll check the main gate."
After that, he turned on the flashlight on his phone and ran out. When he ran out of the auditorium, he glanced at the inpatient department, the lights there were also dimmed, and it happened that the main gate was there.
Because of the power outage, the entire nursing home looked like a wasteland, and it looked weird when paired with the silent night.
Countless ghost stories popped up in Yan Zhuo's mind, and he couldn't help thinking, this could be some unjust dead ghost coming to his door.
As soon as Yan Zhuo entered the hall, he smelled a pungent burning smell, and then the lights turned on again.
Yan Zhuo covered his nose and found the main gate wall. What he didn't expect was that Song Yan was standing next to the main gate, leaning slightly against the wall, not knowing what he was doing.
Yan Zhuo was slightly surprised, and asked, "Why are you here?"
Song Yan heard his voice, turned his head in his direction, and asked, "Why are you here?"
Yan Zhuo said: "Just now the whole hospital had a power outage, I'll take a look at the main gate."
Song Yan: "Oh."
"..." Yan Zhuo asked him, "What about you?"
"Me?" Song Yan said, "I'm also here to pull the brakes."
"you?"
Yan Zhuo made a sound of surprise, he didn't have the nerve to say, how would you know there was a power outage if you couldn't see it, and how would you know where the main gate is.
Song Yan didn't know the twists and turns in his head, but said calmly: "I closed the gate."
Yan Zhuo was stunned, unbelievable: "You closed the gate? Why?"
Song Yan has never been a naive person, nor is he a person who would cause damage, so Yan Zhuo was very surprised by his behavior.
Song Yan didn't answer his question, but asked him: Didn't you smell any strange smell when you came in? "
Speaking of this, Yan Zhuo frowned: "Did something burn?"
Song Yan said, "Christmas tree."
"... Ah? How did you burn it?"
"I don't know." Song Yan said flatly, "The Christmas tree has been thrown out. If you want to know the reason, you can ask the person on duty."
…
Is he free? I have to make a special trip to ask.
Yan Zhuo glared at him, saw that he was still standing there, and said, "Isn't everything settled, why are you still standing here..."
Song Yan lowered his eyes: "It's nothing, you go first."
His tone was cool, and there seemed to be a trace of impatience.
Why did this person turn his face when he said that he would turn his back on him? He was fine just now. Yan Zhuo glanced at him displeasedly and said, "Understood, I'll leave now."
Song Yan didn't speak, but suddenly frowned.
At this time, Yan Zhuo discovered something strange. From just now, Song Yan has been leaning against the wall, with one leg slightly bent.
He walked into the other party and asked cautiously, "Are you lame?"
"..." Song Yan was speechless, opened and closed his mouth, and finally said angrily, "I sprained my ankle."
After saying this, he turned his head to face the wall, as if slightly embarrassed. But Yan Zhuo knew that it might be a signal that he didn't want to deal with people anymore.
Even though Song Yan was indifferent and venomous, Yan Zhuo decided to be kind, he said, "Then let me help you go back?"
He used a question mark because he was not sure if Song Yan wanted him to help him.
Song Yan seemed to think seriously for a few seconds before slowly replying, "That's trouble for you."
Yan Zhuo: "..."
Song Yan said it was troublesome, but he didn't look embarrassed at all.
Yan Zhuo helped Song Yan and put his arm around his neck. He glanced down at Song Yan's feet and asked, "Which one is sprained?"
Song Yan: "Can't you see it?"
"Oh..." Yan Zhuo glanced at his left foot, which had not moved all this time, and said, "Got it."
Yan Zhuo supported Song Yan and walked two steps, and asked, "How is it? Can I go?"
"Yes," Song Yan said, "just walk slowly."
So the two big men walked slowly at the speed of a tortoise. That speed is too slow, it is estimated that the old ladies in their seventies and eighties will despise it when they see it.
Yan Zhuo never felt that the corridors of the inpatient department were so long, he asked Song Yan: "I'm a little tired from walking, how about you?"
Song Yan was speechless, and said mockingly, "Are you weak in physical strength or insane?"
Listen, is this human speech
Yan Zhuo said angrily: "... I'm just unlucky."
Otherwise can I meet you? !
Song Yan gave a "hmm" and agreed with his words.
Yan Zhuo was even angrier.
A few seconds later, he asked again: "Then if I leave, how do you go back?"
Song Yan didn't want to say: "...why do you talk so much?"
Yan Zhuo: "... I'm just curious, you tell me."
For the sake of him helping himself, Song Yan paused, satisfying his curiosity and saying, "jumping."
"Pfft hahahahahahaha—" Yan Zhuo let out a deadly laugh. He really couldn't imagine Song Yan jumping on one foot, this kind of behavior simply didn't fit the opponent's personality. So he thought about it in his mind, and laughed out of control.
Hearing his unabashed ridicule, Song Yan paused: "Funny?"
Fearing that Song Yan would get angry, Yan Zhuo hurriedly said, "It's not funny, it's not funny..."
Song Yan mocked him: "It's not funny, you still laugh so heartily?"
Yan Zhuo replied without hesitation: "Then you know it's funny and you still have to ask."
"..."
After he uttered these words, Song Yan fell silent. He kept his face cold for a few seconds, but didn't say a word.
Yan Zhuo was secretly happy, but he never thought that one day he would be able to refute with his mouth so much that Song Yan was speechless.
He is successful as a villain: "A well-known scholar said that you can't hold back when you want to laugh, it's easy to damage your body."
Also a well-known scholar, Song Yan was rarely curious, and asked, "What is it called?"
"Yan, a well-known scholar, is handsome."
He is crazy to listen to the other party's nonsense.
Song Yan didn't bother to talk to him anymore, turned his head and silently expressed his disgust.
Yan Zhuo turned his head and glanced at the other party.
It is said that Song Yanchang is good-looking, now it seems...
What's the use of having a pretty face! He murmured in his heart: Doesn't he have facial paralysis without expression.