At night, Yan Zhuo rarely suffered from insomnia. He lay on the bed, thinking of that awkward kiss, the more he thought about it, the more awkward he felt.
He wrapped himself in the quilt into a silkworm chrysalis, twisted and twisted on the bed, and after twisting for a while, he suddenly poked his head out of the blanket, with a flushed face under the messy hair.
He twisted himself hard.
The next day, Yan Zhuo sat in Gao Hongming's office with a bloodless face.
Because I didn't sleep well the night before, I also looked listless.
Gao Hongming joked, "What did you do last night? You looked overly indulgent."
Yan Zhuo was stunned, and then said after a while: "Don't talk nonsense..."
He lowered his head, last night he dreamed of Song Yan. Although I didn't dream of any 18-ban restricted-level scenes, but under the premise of certain things that have happened, it still makes people feel a little flustered. So he... was so scared that he didn't fall asleep all night.
Gao Hongming stopped talking nonsense, and started to discuss serious matters: "The end of the year is approaching, should we make arrangements for the Angel Wall?"
The angel wall is a large white wall in the front yard. There are no pictures on the wall, only twelve words and two short sentences—the angel descends tonight, and the magic lamp shines on the earth.
Yan Zhuo asked: "How to arrange?"
"New year, new atmosphere," Gao Hongming said, "Next year is the year of the pig, you can search for pictures on the Internet to see if there are any cute little golden pigs, and then put little wings on them when drawing... "
Gao Hongming talked about his thoughts endlessly, chattering here and there, saying what came to mind. Originally, Yan Zhuo didn't sleep well, but now he was so sleepy after listening to it, he could fall asleep with a slight tilt of his head.
Gao Hongming patted the table in front of him and raised his voice, "Yan Zhuo? Are you listening?"
Yan Zhuo returned to his original position, embarrassed to say: "Listen..."
Listen to the fart, Gao Hongming didn't believe it: "Come on, repeat it."
"..."
Sometimes Gao Hongming can be childish, but Yan Zhuo is used to it. With drooping eyelids, he repeated exactly what Gao Hongming said just now without any hesitation.
Gao Hongming felt a little relieved and patted him on the shoulder: "You will never let me down with the tasks assigned to you by the organization, right?"
Ah.
Shit. Yan Zhuo thought, every time Gao Hongming sent him a mission, the old sow would wear a bra, one set after another. Whether it is organized or not, he has never seen a third person in the organization until now, and they have always been in single-line communication.
The Angel Wall is so big, it is almost unrealistic for Yan Zhuo to complete all the workload by himself.
He suddenly thought of a few classmates, as well as Zhao Hao and Xia Xin. The last time they met, they also said that they can come to them if there is anything, and they are happy to help.
But... will it be a little troublesome
Yan Zhuo thought about the area of the Angel Wall again, thought for five seconds, and then resolutely called Zhao Hao.
"Hi - Zhao Hao, I'm Yan Zhuo."
Zhao Hao said, "I know, rare visitor."
Although Yan Zhuo was embarrassed, he was not polite, and said directly: "We have a wall here to paint, can you and Xia Xin help?"
He was in a dilemma, but Zhao Hao was straightforward and agreed: "Okay, Xinxin and I have nothing to do anyway, we will go together when the time comes. What time?"
Yan Zhuo thought for a while and asked, "Can I start the day after tomorrow?"
"Okay." Zhao Hao didn't hesitate.
Yan Zhuo was touched: "Thank you."
Zhao Hao: "You're welcome. Instead of doing this, why don't I call more people, because there are more people and strength, and the work is not tiring."
Of course Yan Zhuo was happy and said, "Okay, I'll treat you to dinner then.
After hanging up the phone, Yan Zhuo felt relieved for a while, and finally settled a troublesome matter.
He walked towards the inpatient department with his hands in his pockets, his steps brisk.
But when he reached the entrance of the inpatient department, he began to struggle again.
What if I run into Song Yan
Yan Zhuo is a person who usually flirts with his mouth, but when it comes to real combat, he is the first to admit cowardice.
He recalled his pitifully little emotional experience of more than twenty years, and recalled a certain scene last night, and couldn't help shivering.
Forget it, he should calm down for two days, hide for two days, after these two days have passed, everyone will forget about it, and it will not be too late to have a cordial and friendly meeting.
Yan Zhuo ran away for the whole morning, until noon he had nothing to escape.
At noon, everyone rarely gathered in the small restaurant. I don't know what a good day it is today, the nursing home prepared a buffet for everyone.
You can eat whatever you want, including chicken, duck, fish, goose, seafood and fruit, desserts and drinks.
Yan Zhuo glanced around, and accurately locked on Song Yan's figure on a certain table.
Song Yan sat with four old ladies. The four were chattering, poking their heads and tails. Song Yan got tired of hearing it, and slumped on the seat with a black face.
Yan Zhuo held back his smile and admired it for a while, then he pretended to pass by and naturally interjected, "What a coincidence, Grandma Yang."
Then he greeted each of them in a circle, and finally fixed his eyes on Song Yan, raised his lips but did not speak.
I don't know if Song Yan is still affected by yesterday's incident, anyway, now his face is calm and sad. There was no reaction at all because of Yan Zhuo's arrival.
Yan Zhuo moved a chair and sat beside him naturally, and asked, "What do you want to eat, I'll get it."
After finishing speaking, he despised himself again in his heart, he was really addicted to serving Song Yan.
But Song Yan also needs someone to take care of him in this situation, so he can't talk about cooking if he can't see it.
Song Yan thought for a while, then said: "No seafood, anything else."
Yan Zhuo also took care of Song Yanwei's feet during the few days. It can be regarded as knowing his taste and what he likes to eat, so he didn't ask any more questions.
Arriving at the self-help area, Yan Zhuo suffered from the difficulty of choosing again. Picking left and right didn't know what he wanted to eat, and when he picked out food for two and returned to his seat, everyone had already eaten.
Yan Zhuo silently reflected on his speed, and put Song Yan's plate in front of him: "Eat it."
During the banquet, Aunt Xu smiled knowingly when she saw it, and joked: "Xiaoyan is so good at taking care of others, whoever marries him in the future will enjoy the blessings."
Yan Zhuo sat down and laughed dryly.
"By the way, does Xiaoyan have a girlfriend?"
Yan Zhuo didn't know why they were able to ask about their girlfriends from being able to take care of people, but they still answered politely: "No..."
Aunt Xu: "Have you talked about it?"
"..."
Yan Zhuo stuffed a big meatball into his mouth, pretending that he was speechless.
"Is there?" someone else asked.
Yan Zhuo was helpless: "No..."
"That's right. Shall we introduce one to you?"
"Yes, yes, find one for Xiaoyan."
Besieged by several old ladies, Yan Zhuo retreated in a row. He scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Don't make fun of me."
"I'm not joking with you. I'm telling the truth." Aunt Xu said, "I have a niece who is very good-looking and good at studying. Why don't you think about it."
Yan Zhuo never thought that someone would introduce a girlfriend to him, and he was not happy at all.
So he said truthfully: "No, I don't need it."
"Ah… "
A chuckle came.
Yan Zhuo looked at Song Yan subconsciously, not knowing what was so funny about his words, Song Yan was rarely pleased, so he smiled lowly twice.
Song Yan doesn't smile often, but his smile is very charming. Yan Zhuo stared blankly at the curvature of his mouth, and was instantly bewitched.
He didn't listen to what the person next to him said, but unconsciously let out a "huh".
"Then let's talk about it. She happens to come to see me in a few days. You can meet me."
Meet
What are you meeting
Yan Zhuo was scared back to his wits, and shouted: "I haven't even graduated from university, it's too early to talk about this, it's gone!"
Aunt Xu thought it was all right, but when she turned around, he changed her mind and said angrily, "Then what were you doing just now?"
Yan Zhuo muttered softly: "I am not because of you."
"What?" Aunt Xu didn't hear clearly.
"It's nothing." Yan Zhuo waved his hands and said forcefully, "I don't see you."
"It's alright, it's alright, little bastard," Grandma Yang tried to smooth things over, but couldn't help complaining, "Don't think you're a fairy, you can't look down on anyone."
Wrong, he didn't say that he was a fairy, but he instinctively rejected the introduction of a partner.
Yan Zhuo felt that he had become a Tang monk and was caught in Pansi Cave. A group of old ladies in Pansi Cave wanted to give him girlfriends. If he stayed any longer, he might be allergic to aunts and grandmas in their fifties and sixties.
After Yan Zhuomaliu finished his meal, he did not forget to take away another man on the field before leaving.
He said, "Mr. Song, have you eaten yet? Let's go together."
Song Yan nodded and left the table with him.
After they left far away, Yan Zhuo said with emotion: "It's really scary. What kind of introduction should I introduce? This handsome guy is still young."
Song Yan raised his eyebrows: "Isn't it right with you?"
What's the meaning
Yan Zhuo glared at him: "I look so horny?"
"No?" Song Yan pointed to his lips, implying yesterday's kiss.
It's really a pot that doesn't open.
The joyous atmosphere just now disappeared instantly, and was replaced by a subtle atmosphere.
Yan Zhuo was mad inside, and explained incoherently: "I, I, I... really didn't do it on purpose, it was an accident, a coincidence that couldn't be more coincidental."
If you want to blame it, blame him for his unsatisfactory two feet, insisting on fighting left and right, which made him unsteady and fell out of the current situation.
"Can you stop mentioning it?" Yan Zhuo said.
Song Yan didn't say yes or no, and said with a cold face: "It's really fresh in people's memory."
What just happened yesterday is still fresh in my memory... Yan Zhuo didn't dare to refute, pursed his lips, and asked: "Do you really mind, especially...dislike?"
After speaking, he lowered his head, not daring to look at Song Yan again. After waiting for a long time but still not getting an answer from Song Yan, Yan Zhuo was puzzled and looked up at Song Yan.
This glance hit Song Yan's eyes without warning.
Song Yan couldn't see him, but could feel his gaze.
Song Yan said: "No." He licked his lips: "It tastes good."
They walked to the door of 108, Song Yan pushed open the door, the light shone on his face through the crack of the door, and there was still a mocking smile on his lips.
Full of taunt points.
Yan Zhuo was going crazy again.
Crazy is not crazy.
In the end, Yan Zhuo's last sliver of reason dragged him back to the world of reason. He pretended he didn't hear anything, and said to Song Yan without changing his face: "I'm a little deaf recently, and I'll come to you when it recovers."
Song Yan sneered at his nonsense: "In the next life."
Then he pushed the door open and shut Yan Zhuo out.
next life? What happened in the next life.
Yan Zhuo touched the bridge of his nose that was almost knocking on the door, with a dazed expression on his face.