The next day Yan Zhuo woke up early and went to the cafeteria to buy Song Yan his favorite steamed stuffed bun.
Yan Zhuo handed the chopsticks to Song Yan and said, "Eat it, as long as you like it."
The steamed stuffed bun was already cold when it was brought from the cafeteria to the inpatient building. Song Yan took a bite without waiting, and the taste was surprisingly good.
Yan Zhuo stared at him expectantly and asked, "Is it delicious?"
Song Yan nodded, a rare compliment: "Not bad."
Yan Zhuo's tail was almost up to the sky, he said happily: "That's right, I'm not telling you, I have tens of thousands more taste buds than ordinary people, so what I like to eat must be particularly delicious .”
For example, when he was in college, he could always find the best one in several windows.
Song Yan smiled lightly after hearing what he said.
"Hey - what are you laughing at?" Yan Zhuo asked. She also had a nice smile.
Song Yan asked: "Have you ever studied biology?"
They are all people who have received nine years of compulsory education. Yan Zhuo seemed to have been greatly humiliated. He said, "Who do you look down on?"
Song Yan said: "I'm not looking down on you, I just want to remind you to write a draft before bragging."
"..."
"If you have studied biology, you should know that there are at most 10,000 taste buds on each person's tongue."
"..."
Song Yan popularized biological knowledge to him in the calmest tone... Oh no, maybe it's just common sense.
Yan Zhuo was helpless, with Song Yan around, trying to adjust the atmosphere with humor was probably impossible.
He stuffed a bun into his mouth and gritted his teeth loudly.
Really mad at him!
Song Yan took the chopsticks and gave him a pause, reminding him: "Don't smack your mouth."
"..."
Really mad at him! He's mad at him! !
Until the end of the meal, Yan Zhuo still opened his mouth so angry that he didn't want to speak.
He diligently cleaned up the trash and suddenly said to Song Yan: "I found out that you rarely drink coffee recently?"
Especially today, the trash can is empty, which shows that he didn't drink a bag last night.
Song Yan kept silent and ignored him.
Yan Zhuo said again: "Tsk, it seems that Mr. Song is still very persuasive."
Song Yan said "hmm" and said, "After all, you are quite annoying."
Yan Zhuo: "..."
What annoyance! He reminded Song Yan so kindly that he would be annoyed! Yan Zhuo was furious, just as he was about to say something, someone knocked on the door, so he replied instinctively: "Please come in."
After returning, I found that something was wrong. This didn't seem to be his room. He glanced at the owner of the room in embarrassment, but fortunately there was no reaction on Song Yan's face.
Immediately afterwards, the door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man entered. Yan Zhuo recognized the other party at a glance, it was Song Qiao, followed by two oil bottles.
Song Qiao was very surprised when he saw Yan Zhuo, he said in surprise, "Huh? It's you, you're little—"
He just uttered a small word, but he didn't know the other person's last name.
Yan Zhuo took his words smoothly: "Yan Zhuo."
Song Qiao smiled: "So it's Xiaoyan."
He said to the two children, "Say hello to Brother Xiaoyan."
Song Yaya put on a wooden face as if she hadn't woken up: "Good morning."
Song Xiaoying also showed no expression: "Hello."
Yan Zhuo touched his nose: "Hello..."
Song Yan was not curious when he heard that Song Qiao and Yan Zhuo were chatting, but just stared blankly at one place.
Seeing that he seemed to be in a daze, Yan Zhuo lightly patted his shoulder and whispered, "Song Yan, your father is here."
Song Yan: "Huh? Who is the father?"
"Your father—" Yan Zhuo stopped his voice in time, he suddenly thought that Song Yan might be an orphan. For the children in the orphanage, it is not known what to call the dean.
Yan Zhuo changed the subject and said to Song Qiao, "President Song, sit down, how tired you are standing."
Song Qiao waved his hand: "No way, my waist is not very good recently, and it hurts when I sit."
Song Yan frowned upon hearing this: "What's going on?"
Song Qiao said: "It's not a big deal, I just played basketball with Xiaoying for an afternoon two days ago, and it's like this. I'm getting old, and my waist and legs are useless."
"Did you go to the hospital?"
"What's the matter with this little problem? It will be fine after a few days of treatment. How troublesome it is to go to the hospital."
Song Yan reminded: "Don't shy away from medical treatment."
After he finished speaking, Yan Zhuo couldn't help complaining in his heart: Isn't it the same for you? If you have sprained your ankle, you still refuse to let a nurse see it, so what right do you have to say that others hide their diseases and avoid medical treatment
He couldn't help giving Song Yan a blank look.
And this glance happened to be caught by Xiaoying, who shouted at Yan Zhuo loudly: "Why are you staring at my brother?"
"..."
Song Yan also casually said: "You stare at me?"
Although Song Yan couldn't see it, he had to say that he could always find the direction of everyone accurately. At this moment, he suddenly turned his head towards Yan Zhuo, and Yan Zhuo blurted out in a jerk: "I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."
His denial was too fast and cowardly.
A few seconds later, Song Yancai said calmly, "It's fine if there is none."
how? If so, what would you do? Yan Zhuo wanted to cry.
But Song Yan didn't give him a chance to cry, so he asked the two children again: "Why are you here?"
Xiaoying said, "I miss you."
Song Yan raised his eyebrows: "That's really strange." Then he asked again: "Song Yaya, do you miss me too?"
Song Yaya was called out suddenly and didn't react for a while. After a few seconds, she gave a weak "hmm".
Seeing this, Yan Zhuo thought: This Song Yan is usually indifferent to others, but he treats his younger siblings pretty well.
He jokingly said to Song Yaya: "Then do you miss me?"
Song Yaya didn't speak.
Song Xiaoying glared at him, with "stay away from my sister you scum" written all over her face.
"..."
Well, Yan Zhuo thought, his impression in the heart of Braised Dantou might not be better for a while. However, he found a strange point. Compared with Xiaoying's chattering after seeing Song Yan, Song Yaya seemed unusually silent, and he didn't even have a poisonous tongue when facing him.
He glanced at Song Qiao, who was looking at them with a smile on his face, his whole body exuding the radiance of fatherly love.
that look...
much like...
Yan Zhuo lowered his head and tied the garbage bag, and said, "Then I'll go first, you two can talk slowly."
After he walked out of the room, he leaned against the wall, feeling inexplicably sad. Song Qiao looked like his father just now.
And that look, he hadn't seen it for many years.
Yan Zhuo sniffed.
It was cold outside, Yan Zhuo threw away the trash and wanted to go back, but before he reached the entrance of the hall, he met Song Qiao who came out to smoke.
Song Qiao felt a little embarrassed when he saw him, and said, "I'm addicted to cigarettes."
Yan Zhuo nodded and asked, "Would you mind giving me one?"
"I don't mind, I don't mind." Song Qiao took out a cigarette and gave it to him.
After Yan Zhuo ignited the fire, the two stood in a row next to the trash can and smoked.
Song Qiao smoked heavily, and the first puff was so strong that he coughed uncontrollably.
Song Qiao asked, "No?"
Yan Zhuo waved his hands, and waited for his breath to stabilize before saying: "I've never pumped so hard, I'm not used to it."
Song Qiao raised his head with a smile, looked through the gray sky and suddenly recalled: "I remember Song Yan was in his sophomore year of high school. He started smoking this kind of cigarette at that time. He had never smoked before but got used to it." soon."
Yan Zhuo's smoking hand paused: "But now he smokes very lightly."
Last time he tasted one by chance, it was thin smoke.
"People are always changing." Song Qiao said, "After he got a girlfriend in college, he changed his taste. He said that if the smell of cigarettes is too strong, he will rush to other girls."
girlfriend? ! Yan Zhuo was surprised. He never thought that Song Yan, who seemed indifferent and ruthless, had a girlfriend. But why hasn't he seen it before? It stands to reason that all boyfriends are like this, even if they don't want to take care of them, as a girlfriend, they should always come and visit. unless…
A terrible thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
Yan Zhuo asked cautiously: "I heard that Song Yan lost his sight due to a car accident, so... Was his girlfriend also in the car at that time?"
Song Qiao shook his head violently: "No, not here."
Oh, all right. Yan Zhuo thought: If it was really such a tragic situation, it would be a big blow to Song Yan.
As soon as he was relieved, he heard Song Qiao say again: "The person who was in the car with him was another person."
Yan Zhuo's heart went up again.
"It's his best friend," Song Qiao took a puff on his cigarette and said, "He died on the spot."
There are many frustrations in life, and death is one of them. Among the death options, the most unacceptable thing is the unexpected event.
Because it is too late to say goodbye, we will be separated in two worlds forever.
He stubbed out the cigarette and asked, "Is it because of this accident that Song Yan has such a bad temper?"
He asked so bluntly that Song Qiao was stunned for a moment.
Song Qiao squinted at him and said, "This is the first time I've heard someone say that Song Yan has a bad temper."
Isn't that true? Yan Zhuo took a puff of his cigarette, but he didn't feel ashamed to speak ill of others behind his back.
Song Qiao said: "Actually, it's not a day or two since he's had a bad temper. He's been that bad-tempered since he was a child. He never does anything he doesn't like. He turns away when he sees people he hates, and gets angry on the spot when he has conflicts with people. Sometimes I can't stand his ass temper." He took a breath, and said earnestly: "So, he didn't lose his temper because of this accident, but his temper became worse because of this accident."
Yan Zhuo smiled, the answer was beyond his expectation, but it was reasonable.
It seemed that Song Yan was born like this.
Yan Zhuo said: "You gave me a business card some time ago, do you remember?"
"I remember." Song Qiao said, "I waited and waited but didn't get your call. I thought to myself that this young man is in good health, and it's okay to be hit like that."
Speaking of which, what kind of bump did he get into? What kind of delusion makes you think young people are so vulnerable these days...
Yan Zhuo continued: "I see that you are the director of the orphanage, so Song Yan—"
Song Qiao understood what he hadn't said, and there was nothing he couldn't say anyway, so he nodded, "You guessed right, Song Yan is an orphan."
It turned out to be true. Yan Zhuo threw the cigarette into the trash can, then put his hand in his pocket: "Then Yaya and Xiaoying?"
"Xiaoying is, Yaya is not," Song Qiao also threw a cigarette and said, "Yaya is my daughter."
He sighed: "Many children in the orphanage have been adopted, only Xiaoying... because of his arm defect, no one has ever wanted him."
Yan Zhuo was silent, not knowing how to comfort the middle-aged man in front of him.
Seeing his low-browed, pleasing look, Song Qiao laughed again and said, "No, it's not that cruel. Everyone has their own destiny. Think about it carefully, those adopters are all right, aren't they? The real mistake is throwing the child away. What's the point of having lost parents and not raising them after birth?"
"I have seen countless children thrown away by their parents like garbage. They are healthy and unhealthy, boys and girls. You can't even find a pattern among them, so it can only be attributed to fate. Good. After seeing it a lot, I will get used to it."
Yan Zhuo couldn't hear it, but he still wanted to hear it. He breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What about Song Yan? How did you find him?"
Picking up, he used the word picking up, he thought Song Yan was picked up by Song Qiao. But Song Qiao told him no. Song Qiao said: "He found the orphanage by himself. He was 2 or 3 years old at that time. At first I thought he was lost with his family, but after asking, I found out that was not the case. He was thrown out by his family."
Song Qiao narrowed his eyes gradually, and suddenly remembered that the first time he saw Song Yan was in such a cold winter. He didn't speak, just kept crying, slept for a while when he was tired from crying, and continued crying when he woke up...
At first, Song Qiao thought he was a child with low IQ, but later he realized that it was the first time he faced this cruel world and automatically derived a defense mechanism.
Unfamiliar environment, strange people, the bewildered little Song Yan finally came to his senses in the endless waiting, he cried and shouted, and finally said stumblingly that his mother had thrown him away.
Time passed, Song Qiao came back to his senses, and pulled away from the past, he muttered: "It's really a crime to raise such a big child and still be so determined to throw it away."
After Song Qiao left, Yan Zhuo was still dazed, the sky was gloomy, it was morning, but it was as dark as evening, he wondered if it was going to snow again. He was standing in the front yard, not far from 108, and he could look straight in through the window glass.
Song Qiao had already returned to the house, and Song Yan was talking to him. Yaya and Xiaoying sat quietly by the side.
No matter who you look at, they are a close family. Family members are not identified by blood, but by companionship and longing.