Special Relationship

Chapter 13: Let's go out and play

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In the next few days, under Yan Zhuo's careful care, Song Yan's foot recovered soon.

Yan Zhuo thought about it these days, he sweeps the floor, throws out the rubbish, delivers the food, pours the water, all he has to do is pass the cup to Song Yan's mouth.

He touched his afflicted arm slightly sadly. Said to Gao Hongming: "I want to apply to the organization to take a rest tomorrow morning and sleep late."

Gao Hongming waved his hand: "Approved, by the way, I will give you some advice on this month's living allowance."

Volunteers have no salary, only living allowances. Although every month is pitifully small.

But a little bit is better than nothing.

Yan Zhuo nodded: "Then thank you."

The next day, Yan Zhuo really slept until the sun basked in his buttocks before he dawdled to get up. He yawned and finished washing, looking at the hard-won good weather outside, he suddenly wanted to go out to play.

When delivering meals to Song Yan at noon, Song Yan also rarely stood by the window basking in the sun, and the sun cast a layer of light on him.

Yan Zhuo looked at him for a long time before putting the boxed lunch on the table and saying, "Come and eat, today the chef in the cafeteria cooked pig's trotters, and I specially took two for you."

As soon as Song Yan sat on the stool, he smelled a greasy smell. He frowned.

Yan Zhuo handed him the trotter and said, "Eat it."

Song Yan held the pig's trotter with a blank expression on his face. He refused, "I won't eat it."

Yan Zhuo was taken aback: "Don't like it?"

Song Yan let out a "hmm" and put the pig's trotters back.

Yan Zhuo looked at the disliked pig's trotter and was speechless: "Why are you so hard to serve?"

He pushed the broccoli towards Song Yan: "Then you can eat the vegetables."

The two sat on the stool and shared the food. Yan Zhuo took a bite of the pig's trotter, which was fat but not greasy: "Hey...it's a pity if you don't eat it, this pig's trotter is so delicious."

Song Yan was chewing broccoli, and suddenly regretted hearing him say that, but he couldn't keep his face down, so he said in a muffled voice, "Eating can't keep your mouth shut."

Yan Zhuo raised his eyebrows: "This is the first time you have dinner with me? Don't you know what I eat?"

The tone was quite proud, Song Yan snorted coldly.

Seeing him like this, Yan Zhuo became angry, picked up another unmoving pig's trotter and put it under his nose, and said temptingly, "You really don't want to eat it? You don't want to eat it because of the smell?"

Song Yan turned his head, and the saliva he swallowed revealed his true thoughts.

Yan Zhuo smiled "haha" and said in his heart: I knew it! Pretend, tell you to pretend! Unexpectedly, the high-cold persona would collapse under the lure of pig's trotters.

He put the pig's trotters in Song Yan's bowl, passed the steps and said, "Eat it, eat it, and satisfy its wish to be fed by your handsome Song."

After a meal, Yan Zhuo slumped on the stool contentedly, and suddenly said: "The sky is so good, I really want to go out for a walk, I've been suffocating in the nursing home, I'm going to suffocate to death." He looked at Song Yan, Asked: "What about you?"

Song Yan said, "I'm fine."

It’s okay, what’s okay, Yan Zhuo said, “Aren’t you bored?”

"So what if you're bored?"

"Go out and play."

Song Yan laughed, but didn't speak.

The sun shone in his eyes, casting a layer of clarity on his pale amber eyes, giving people the illusion that he could see.

Yan Zhuo suddenly felt sad. With a single mouth, he said, "Let's go out and play."

Song Yan: "No."

Knowing that he would say that, Yan Zhuo even thought of the reason. He said: "If you don't go, Gao Hongming will definitely not approve my leave, but if you go, it will be equivalent to me going out to work. So you should show kindness and go with me."

Yan Zhuo thought: He said so much, Song Yan must be shaken.

But who knows that Song Yan himself is made of iron, no matter how others beat him, he still won't get in: "I won't go."

Yan Zhuo was anxious, and said: "Hey, you... I have taken care of you these days, why don't you know how to repay your kindness!"

Fortunately, he served Song Yan as if he was serving his ancestors. In the end, this person was lucky. After he was able to walk and jump, he turned around and forgot about him as a devotee.

If it weren't for Song Yan being a piece of ice, Little Sun wouldn't be warm either. Song Yan almost froze this little sun of his own.

Hearing what he said, Song Yan might also feel that he was going too far, so he asked, "Where do you want to go?"

Yan Zhuo said, "Park?"

"Are you going to the park on a cold day?"

"...Is it cold?" Yan Zhuo asked back, "The sun is so warm today."

Song Yan really loses his temper, January is the coldest time in City H, and this idiot in front of him actually wants to go to the park, which is really "amazing".

He sighed, "Have you lost your mind?"

"I… "

Song Yan said mercilessly: "Shake your head more when you have nothing to do."

"..."

Song Yan's mouth was really too poisonous, he forcefully forced Yan Zhuo's rebellion, he said rascally: "Anyway, I don't care, you have to be a person who knows how to repay you."

Song Yan, who knew how to repay him, had nothing to do with him, and said with a blank expression: "It's up to you."

Song Yan's compromise itself is a happy thing, Yan Zhuo said: "Then I'll go back and change my clothes, and you should dress better too."

Song Yan was speechless, he really wouldn't go like this.

Fortunately, Yan Zhuo said again: "Forget it, forget it, you don't need to be too good-looking, your looks are enough."

"..."

It's probably been a long time since he went out to let the wind go, and he is happy when he thinks of going out to play. Until he went out, he still didn't forget to tell Song Yan in the house: "Hurry up and clean up, we will leave in a while."

Xu Yue happened to pass by, and when she heard his shout, she asked curiously, "Where are you going?"

Yan Zhuo said, "Go out and play."

Xu Yue asked in surprise: "Going out to play?... Mr. Song going too?"

Yan Zhuo nodded: "Is there any problem?"

"Ah... no, no problem." Xu Yue said.

Yan Zhuo smiled and walked around her.

Xu Yue glanced at the closed door of Room 108 and raised her eyebrows with a strange expression.

Yan Zhuo moved very quickly, and he cleaned up after a while.

After leaving the gate of the nursing home, Song Yan asked, "How do we get there?"

Yan Zhuo said, "Take a taxi. This is a suburban area, and it takes at least half an hour to get to the city—"

As he said that, a taxi passed by, Yan Zhuo waved to the driver, grabbed Song Yan and said, "Let's go, the car is here."

Song Yan was suddenly held by someone's warm hand, and was stunned for a moment. Even forgot to let go.

After getting in the car, Yan Zhuo let him go, frowning, he asked Song Yan: "Why are your hands so cold? Cold?"

Song Yan: "Not cold."

Yan Zhuo asked again: "You...are you not wearing long johns?"

Speaking of this, Song Yan really didn't bother to talk to him.

Yan Zhuo pouted: "If you don't tell me, I will touch it!"

After he finished speaking, he reached out and touched Song Yan's thigh. Song Yan said angrily: "What are you doing?"

They were so loud that the driver also looked in the rearview mirror.

Yan Zhuo was embarrassed, and he said in a low voice: "They are all big men. If you touch it, what's wrong, and you won't die. You made me look like a hooligan when you yelled. Are you some kind of shy girl?"

Song Yan: "..."

He seemed to be overreacting. So he didn't fight for the quickness of the tongue, just closed his eyes and leaned on the seat to take a nap.

Yan Zhuo was bored, he still thought that he could chat with Song Yan along the way, but now it seems that he can only enjoy the scenery outside the window alone.

At first Song Yan was just taking a nap, but then he might have become sleepy, and he leaned on Yan Zhuo's shoulder with his head tilted.

Yan Zhuo looked down at Song Yan.

The fine sunlight shone on the ends of his hair, his eyes were tightly closed, his eyelashes were dense but not curled up, and from Yan Zhuo's angle, he could still see the corners of his mouth drooping slightly, wanton and gentle.

Yan Zhuo was stunned, it was the first time he saw Song Yan's defenseless appearance.

Half an hour later, the taxi stopped at a famous park in the city.

Yan Zhuo dragged Song Yan out of the car, looked at the kite in the sky and said, "Who says no one will come out to play in the cold weather? Let me tell you, this park is full of people."

Yeah

Song Yan raised his eyebrows and said insincerely, "Then congratulations."

"Congratulate me for what?"

"You're not the only one getting water in your head."

"..."

Yan Zhuo smiled, thank you.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the sun hangs in the west, and the sun shines on the world through the clouds.

The two walked side by side by the lake, Yan Zhuo asked, "Can you skate?"

"Won't."

Yan Zhuo was proud: "I will, I can skate well."

"Then you are amazing."

"It's okay, so-so, I know more than this one. I can do decathlon."

"Which ten items?"

Yan Zhuo reported one by one: "In addition to painting and skating, I can also drive a tractor and plant rice seedlings. I can also eat and sleep, beat peas, burp and grind my teeth and gnaw pig's trotters."

Song Yan paused, rubbed the center of his brows, must he be crazy, to really believe that Yan Zhuo can do decathlon, and asked seriously.

Seeing Song Yankuai being dizzy by his anger, Yan Zhuo couldn't hold back his "hahahaha" laugh, and wiped away his tears while laughing until he bent over.

Song Yan wrote "Go away, don't touch me" on his face, pushed him away, and said, "Boring."

Yan Zhuo stopped laughing and yelled at him: "You still talk to me when you're bored."

"..."

"Hey, I was wrong, don't go so fast, have you considered the feeling of the blind stick?"

"..."

"Hey, I was so wrong."

After walking for a while, the two found a deck chair in the park and sat down. The bare willow branches by the lake swayed with the breeze.

Yan Zhuo looked at it for a while and said, "Our Academy of Fine Arts is nearby."

Song Yan said: "Then you must have done well in the entrance exam."

Yan Zhuo lowered his eyes: "Uh... it's okay..."

Song Yan said again: "Your Academy of Fine Arts is very famous in the local area."

Praising his school is tantamount to praising him, Yan Zhuo, if someone criticizes him, he will insist on denying it. If others praised him, he would instead be reserved and humble: "Hey... what's so strange about it, isn't the school you went to better?"

Song Yan nodded: "That's true." There was no modesty at all.

Mensao.

Yan Zhuo commented in his heart.

He usually looks like he doesn't care about anything, and his face is as expressionless as a mourning examination. In fact, he is arrogant and arrogant.