In the afternoon, Yan Zhuo took the MP3 to a nearby electronic city for repair.
The boss looked at it and said, "How old is this thing? Looks like it's been around ten years."
Yan Zhuo didn't know very well, so he could only nod his head "hmm", and asked, "Can it still be fixed?"
"It can be repaired," said the boss, "but it's not cost-effective. If you have this money, you can buy a new one."
Yan Zhuo said: "I know. But the things inside are very important, so... I hope you can help to fix it."
The boss didn't know how precious such a gadget could be, but he still nodded when he saw Yan Zhuo's serious face: "That's it."
After waiting for about half an hour, the boss handed him the repaired mp3: "Open it and listen."
Yan Zhuo opened the mp3, randomly found a file with garbled characters, and clicked in. At the beginning, it was noisy and the sound was very chaotic.
Yan Zhuo frowned, thinking that the boss hadn't fixed it. Just as he was about to take off the earphones, the earphones suddenly fell silent, and then a soft female voice sounded through the past years: "Yanyan, happy birthday."
Yan Zhuo was taken aback for a moment, pressed the pause button, and stopped listening. He always thought that Song Yan was listening to music, but he didn't expect that there was something hidden in the mp3.
The relationship between the voice owner and Song Yan is still unknown, Yan Zhuo looked at the recording time - thirteen years ago, when Song Yan was only fifteen or sixteen years old. To keep him for so many years, the owner of the sound must be someone very important to him.
Yan Zhuo suddenly understood.
I understand why Song Yan is so angry. If someone breaks something so precious, anyone would be extremely indignant.
The boss called him and asked him, "How is it? Okay."
Yan Zhuo nodded and said, "Okay, thank you."
After leaving the electronic city, it was already dark. This area is not easy to take a taxi, and there is no direct bus. Fortunately, it is not far, and you can go back on foot.
Yan Zhuo stomped his feet on the spot and let out a breath of mist. There are several food stalls set up on the street, adding some warmth to this cold night.
He walked unhurriedly on the road, and his shadow was stretched long under the street lamp.
Holding the mp3 in his left hand, he wondered what a fifteen or sixteen-year-old Song Yan would be like. Song Qiao said that he had a stubborn temper since he was a child, and he would not do anything he didn't want to do.
Yan Zhuo immediately pictured a rebellious young man in his mind.
Maybe he is indifferent and aloof, but he has a soft heart, otherwise he wouldn't keep a recording file for more than ten years.
Yan Zhuo suddenly felt something, cleared his throat, and pressed the recording button.
Due to family reasons since he was a child, he was withdrawn and didn't like to talk, and he didn't have many friends. After going to university, I became more cheerful, and in addition to being busy with this and that, I was so busy that I seemed to be able to call everyone a brother, but I didn't have any close friends.
But he really regarded Song Yan as a friend. This feeling was very strange, he couldn't explain why, just like the moment he snatched the mp3 from Song Yan, he thought, he must deal with this matter well.
Not only does the mp3 have to be repaired, Song Yan also has to be coaxed.
When Yan Yan arrived at 108 o'clock, the door of Yan Yan's room was wide open, and nurse Zhang was cleaning the room. Apart from her, no one else was seen.
Yan Zhuo asked, "Where is Mr. Song?"
Worker Zhang shook his head and said, "I don't know, I didn't see you just now, why don't you go look for it."
forget it. Yan Zhuogang was still so excited that he disappeared without a trace in an instant. The so-called one bang, two and three exhausted. When he mustered up his courage, no one was there, and the language he had just organized was shattered to pieces in an instant.
He waved his hand, saying goodbye to nurse Zhang unhappy.
Maybe it was a trick of fate, Yan Zhuo originally wanted to come to Song Yan tomorrow, and think about the wording of his apology at night, but he just walked into the hall when he met Song Yan.
Song Yan trimmed his hair and cut the front curtain and sideburns short. He was already good-looking, but now he showed clear eyebrows and eyes, which made him more energetic and better-looking.
The two nurses at the front desk were also dumbfounded, staring at Song Yan without blinking, and then the two started talking together in a low voice.
Seeing that Song Yan was getting closer and about to pass him, Yan Zhuo called out in time: "Mr. Song."
Song Yan paused, turned his head slightly in his direction, and then walked forward without expression.
Yan Zhuo was stunned, why should he be so indifferent.
He hung his head dejectedly.
"Not yet." Song Yan's cold voice suddenly rang in his ears. Yan Zhuocheng panicked and immediately followed him.
When they got to the house, they didn't speak because of the presence of nurse Zhang. As soon as nurse Zhang left, Song extended his hand: "My things."
Yan Zhuo hurriedly handed him the mp3 and said, "I fixed it for you, listen to it."
Song Yan took it and put the mp3 directly on the bedside table: "No need."
"..."
Song Yan's attitude made it clear that he didn't want to talk to him, Yan Zhuo felt frustrated, he thought they would get back together after repairing the mp3. Now it seems that he thought too simply.
Why did he think Song Yan would forgive him.
When I was young, the elders would talk about my mistakes at most. When you grow up, no one will get used to making mistakes.
Looking at the hard lines of Song Yan's side face, Yan Zhuo felt apprehensive. He scratched his head and thought: It's over, it's over, it's really over now, Song Yan won't talk to him anymore.
But who is Yan Zhuo? As the old saying goes, if the mountain does not come to me, I will go to the mountain.
Yan Zhuo moved to his side step by step, touched his arm and said, "Song Yan."
Song Yan didn't say anything. Yan Zhuo still persevered: "Mr. Song?"
Mr. Song was silent.
"... Song Dameinan?"
Song Damei was silent.
Yan Zhuo made a long voice: "Song Song Song Song—"
Song Yan finally got annoyed: "What?"
"Can you forgive me?" Yan Zhuo felt aggrieved, wanting to cry to express his remorse.
Song Yan was speechless: "Is my performance not obvious enough?"
Obviously, you don't want to talk to me.
Yan Zhuo sniffled, pretending to be pitiful, and said: "You also know how far it is from here to the city, I've come back so late, you can't give me a chance to reform for the sake of making up for my mistakes!"
Song Yan: "..."
What does it feel like to be shameless
For Yan Zhuo, it is probably the feeling of being put in a frying pan.
He was burning with embarrassment now, and he felt that if Song Yan still didn't forgive him in the next second, he would definitely perform on the spot and die on the spot.
But fortunately, Song Yan still had some humanity. After a while, he asked, "Have you had dinner yet?"
Of course I didn't eat dinner, and there was no food in the cafeteria.
Yan Zhuo: "It's okay, I'm not hungry."
The unspoken meaning of this sentence is that I didn't eat the three words.
Song Yan really convinced him, and said: "There is bread and yoghurt in the cabinet. They were taken when Song Yaya and the others came over last time. You can eat them."
What did Song Yan feed him? This can be regarded as a successful peace.
Yan Zhuo raised his head and looked at Song Yan in surprise.
Song Yan could sense his gaze, and looked away uncomfortably.
Yan Zhuo knew that although Song Yan looked like a hedgehog, he was covered with thorns, and if he didn't pay attention, he would stab others all over his body.
But in fact, if you coax him well and turn over to see, what he has been hiding all this time is softness.
The bread is made of shredded coconut, and the soft taste is particularly good. Yan Zhuo leaned leisurely on the stool, and finished eating in two or three bites. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand carelessly, and said, "It's delicious. Is there any more?"
You're really welcome, Song Yan said angrily, "It's gone."
If it’s gone, it’s gone, what’s so fierce. Yan Zhuo twisted the cap and drank the yogurt bottle upside down. With a twist of his wrist, he threw the empty bottle into the trash.
The aim is just right. Yan Zhuo was happy, he glanced at Song Yan and said, "I threw the bottle into the trash can so far away."
Song Yan snorted coldly: "Congratulations..." He was sitting by the bed right now, waiting for Yan Zhuo to politely send him out after eating.
"Come and give me a high five." Yan Zhuo said, and he walked towards Song Yan excitedly.
When Yan Zhuo was excited, he would get flustered, he walked erratically, his left foot tripped over his right foot, and when he didn't pay attention, he stiffened and threw himself forward.
In the direction of Song Yan.
…
The weight of an adult man is unimaginable, and Song Yan was unprepared, he just leaned back in a hurry, and then both of them fell on the bed.
Yan Zhuo pounced forward, coincidentally, he just kissed Song Yan's mouth.
Embarrassed, at a loss.
When he got nervous, he stuck out his tongue.
boom-
The night was as dark as ink, but a heart fire was "suddenly" ignited in the quiet hut, one became unconscious, and the other became dull and flustered.
Song Yan at close range is super clear, and Yan Zhuo can even see the blue stubble and textured lips around his mouth. There are still sporadic water stains on it.
Yan Zhuo only realized it at this moment, his eyes widened belatedly. He suddenly covered his mouth, his face turned into stewed prawns.
Song Yan's face turned from pale to green, he gritted his teeth and said, "Get up!"
Yan Zhuo jumped up from the bed and stood up straight. It is true that drama comes from life and is higher than life. He stared at Song Yan, who was invisible to his eyes, for a full two seconds before faltering: "This time..."
This time he really didn't mean it.
But Song Yan didn't give him a chance to explain at all, he just sat up in a daze and said coldly: "You are really my nemesis."
Yan Zhuo was already half dead, but now he was stabbed by his words and directly lay flat in the coffin. Still don't forget to insist: "No, isn't it just a kiss?"
something. It's not that he hasn't talked to a girlfriend before, and he still pretends to be an innocent boy. Besides, the one who really suffers is him, okay? He has never held a girl's hand, let alone kissed, except for the pas de deux in elementary school.
That's what he said, but he still coughed lightly, and lowered his head unnaturally.
Yan Zhuo never thought that his first kiss would be a man, or a man who detested him so much.
He thought tearfully in his heart: meeting Song Yan was really a disaster for eight lifetimes.
The world on Yan Zhuo's side "shattered", and Song Yan's side couldn't be idle either.
Although he is still expressionless, he looks calm from the outside, but if you observe carefully, you can know his state of mind at the moment from the slightly twitching of his forehead and the corners of his tightly closed lips.
How should I describe it, it is probably like a boat capsized in a gutter, with the boat and people on it, with all four feet in the air.