Yan Zhuo roughly estimated that it would take a week to complete the Angel Wall project. Zhao Hao and Xia Xin both lived in the urban area, and it took a long time to go back and forth every day. It was too inconvenient, so Yan Zhuo simply applied for a dormitory for them.
After the three met, they first found some wall drawings on the Internet, added some designs of their own, and started construction.
After starting work, Yan Zhuo remembered that there was another person, and asked: "Isn't there another person? Why didn't you come today?"
Zhao Hao said: "Zheng Yi, he has something to do at home today and come back tomorrow."
"Who?" Yan Zhuo's face was paralyzed, "The second class next door... Zheng Yi?"
Zhao Hao nodded: "That's him, that cute little gay guy."
Yan Zhuo: "..."
Yan Zhuo knew Zheng Yi, not only did he know each other, but the two had a close relationship. They used to be roommates and lived under the same roof for two years.
During those two years, the dormitory was a mess, full of contradictions.
Zheng Yi has disputes with different people at every turn, and complains that others discriminate against his sexual orientation at every turn. There were only four people in the dormitory, and all three of them were offended by him, including Yan Zhuo.
The first time Yan Zhuo was bullied by Zheng Yi, he didn't understand how he provoked him, and somehow he was touched. After being touched a lot, I got used to it.
Zheng Yi is a person who is in a hurry, and he is a fly, so he feels that the world is also a big dung vat. It seems that all the wrong things I did were forced by the environment.
So when Zhao Hao said Zheng Yi's name, Yan Zhuo was a little surprised.
He asked: "How did you find Zheng Yi?"
He didn't blame him, he was just curious.
Zhao Hao said: "Doesn't our college have social practice points? Zheng Yi didn't complete his studies. I told him about it that day, and he agreed. When the task is over, you can help him ask the nursing home for a stamp." letter of proof."
This is not a problem, Yan Zhuo agreed. However, he still has sympathy for Zheng Yi's coming, who knows if something will happen.
After all, judging from his experience of sharing the same room with Zheng Yi for two years, wherever Zheng Yi is, there are always troubles.
When it was time for lunch, Yan Zhuo took them to the cafeteria for dinner. The aunt in the cafeteria saw that Xia Xin was cute, so she gave them three extra cups of sour plum soup that she made herself.
Yan Zhuo thanked them, and the three of them found a table and sat down casually.
Xia Xin said with emotion: "The people here are all good."
Yan Zhuo smiled.
Xia Xin was too embarrassed to refuse the aunt's enthusiasm, so she accepted the sour plum soup. In fact, she didn't like it at all.
She handed her own cup to Zhao Hao, coquettishly: "Husband~"
Yan Zhuo who was eating silently at the side shivered.
In fact, Zhao Hao doesn't like sour plum soup, especially the Chinese medicine flavor in it. But Xia Xin had already given him the cup, and he didn't dare to refuse, otherwise he would die. He had no choice but to pack the two cups and put them at Yan Zhuo's hand.
Yan Zhuo looked up.
Zhao Hao gave him a pitiful look and called out, "Brother."
"..."
Two and a half cups of the last three cups of sour plum soup went into Yan Zhuo's stomach, and he couldn't drink the remaining half cup.
Zhao Hao looked at him with a hard face: "Thank you for your hard work."
Yan Zhuo: "Don't talk..."
After starting work in the afternoon, before he could draw a few strokes, he felt a tight cramping pain in his stomach.
Yan Zhuo bowed suddenly, his face wrinkled into a bun.
Xia Xin noticed his strangeness and asked, "What's wrong with you, your stomach hurts?"
Yan Zhuo nodded, his stomach hurt even more, and he was about to let out something.
He finally knew what the problem was.
Yan Zhuo said, "I'm going to the bathroom." Then he quickly ran to the nearest inpatient hall.
When he ran close to the hall, he felt that he was about to confess to being here, and felt faint for a while.
The nearest public toilet is on the second floor, so he might not be able to wait any longer. Yan Zhuo muttered: "Save someone's life and save a seven-level pagoda." Then he pushed open the door of 108, opened Erkang's hand and said, "Mr. Song—"
Call Mr. Song if you have something to do, and call Song Yan if you have nothing to do.
Yan Zhuo sat on the toilet, only to realize that he was usually too surly. Not knowing how long it would take, he simply hummed a little song happily.
…
After going to the toilet, the whole body is unobstructed. Yan Zhuo went to the mirror and took a look at his own face.
He came in too hastily just now and didn't think too much about it. This will be over, and he suddenly felt embarrassed.
As for why, he couldn't figure it out either. I felt vaguely ashamed.
He turned on the faucet and washed his hands under the running water. After washing, Yan Zhuo shook his hands and saw Song Yan's towel on the shelf beside him.
He hesitated for a second, then took out a tissue to dry his hands.
There was a knock on the door outside, and then he heard Song Yan say: "Please come in."
Yan Zhuo paused while holding the doorknob, thinking: There is someone, let's go out later.
In fact, he could have gone out generously. Anyway, he was borrowing the bathroom, and there was nothing wrong with it.
But he was inexplicably guilty, making him seem to have some adultery with Song Yan.
After Song Yan said please come in, two people entered the room, a man and a woman.
The woman spoke first, "Song Yan."
Her voice was soft, with imperceptible tremors.
Song Yan was slightly startled, and then asked coldly, "Why are you here?"
Jiao Jingwei said: "Don't worry, I didn't come to bother you. I brought Yulong here to discuss something important with you."
Cui Yulong smiled at the side, and said politely: "I haven't seen you for many years, don't worry about it, old classmate."
When Song Yan was in college, he disliked Cui Yulong very much. Now that he came over suddenly, he guessed that there was nothing good to do, so he didn't bother to exchange pleasantries, and asked straight to the point: "What's the matter with you?"
The implication is, get out of here quickly.
Cui Yulong clenched his fists, told himself not to be as knowledgeable as a blind man, and then said in a good voice: "I am here this time to discuss a business with you. You see that your current situation is not very good. I would like to ask , is your studio for sale?"
Song Yan frowned, just about to speak. Cui Yulong said again: "I am also doing this for your own good. I can let you sell it for a good price. After all, we are old classmates, and now you are..." He smacked his lips, "It is such a situation again, I absolutely It won't hurt you."
These few words seem to be understanding, but they are actually full of malice.
Song Yan sneered: "Are you blind too?"
Cui Yulong: "?"
Song Yan: "I can't see that I hate you."
"You..." Cui Yulong wanted to retort, but he couldn't make up his mind, so he turned his head and gave Jiao Jing a slight look.
After all, she was brought by herself, so Jiao Jingwei still had to protect her, she said softly, "Song Yan, why bother to make trouble, why can't we discuss it?"
"There is nothing to discuss. You should know that the studio is not mine alone."
There were some accusations and warnings in Song Yan's words, and she didn't save her face at all. Jiao Jing felt slightly embarrassed and said, "But isn't Meng Cheng already—"
"Not for sale," Song Yan interrupted her, "Go out."
The two did not move.
A few seconds later, Cui Yulong said: "You really think of yourself as a character, you are so hard-headed when you are mixed up like this. I saw it when I came here. This nursing home is full of old ladies and old men. What's the matter, you have to advance Enjoy your retirement life. To put it bluntly, your self-care ability is not as good as these old people—"
"Cui Yulong!"
Jiao Jing shouted angrily.
Cui Yulong saw that her complexion was not very good, so he didn't dare to say any more, and put a cross on his mouth.
Jiao Jing calmed down slightly, and then said to Song Yan indifferently: "You will pay."
Her tone was unusually certain, as if she had seen the end of Song Yan.
Most of the students at the beginning chose Song Yan's studio because of his living signboard, but now Song Yan can no longer teach, and another partner also passed away because of an accident.
The studio has been closed for many days, and if it is not resold, it will only end up losing everything.
It's a pity that Song Yan turned a deaf ear to her words, and even disdained to talk to them. He raised his chin towards the door without expression, signaling them to get out of here.
There is no need to continue the conversation here.
Cui Yulong was about to explode with anger from Song Yan's attitude, he said to Jiao Jing slightly: "I'll wait for you outside." Then he walked away.
Jiao Jing nodded slightly, she looked at Song Yan quietly.
Looking at her former lover.
Once upon a time, she was intimate with the man in front of her, but now she is indifferent and distant, not even an acquaintance.
Before leaving, Jiao Jingwei couldn't hold back the sarcasm: "Song Yan, you've come to this point, you're still so idealistic, I want to see how much your face is worth."
It's not too much to speculate.
Song Yan didn't bother to talk to her.
Jiao Jing became even angrier when she didn't hear a response. "Sooner or later you'll see the truth," she said.
Yan Zhuo never knew that the sound insulation in the bathroom was so poor that all conversations outside could be heard clearly in his ears.
He leaned against the door, his chest heaving slightly.
After a long time, he heard Song Yan's cold voice from outside: "I haven't come out after listening for so long, do you want me to invite you?"
Yan Zhuo opened the door, walked to Song Yan, lowered his head, bit his lips, and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to listen to you."
Song Yan turned his back to him, didn't speak, and didn't mean to blame him.
alone? lonely? sad? sorrow
neither.
Yan Zhuo didn't even know how to describe Song Yan's back. This was even more sad than the first time he met Song Yanshi.
Yan Zhuo suddenly clenched his fist angrily, and a small flame ignited in his heart, burning hotter and hotter.
He ran out of the house angrily.
Yan Zhuo happened to meet Xu Yue in the corridor, and she was happily drinking a cup of milk tea.
Yan Zhuo stopped her: "Lend me your milk tea, and I'll return you two cups later."
He didn't say why, and he didn't say what he was going to do. Xu Yue didn't ask, just said yes, and handed him the milk tea.
Yan Zhuo took the milk tea and chased him out.
Cui Yulong and Jiao Jingwei walked very slowly, Yan Zhuo saw their figures after a while.
He followed behind, the back of his hand holding the milk tea was still faintly bruised.
It wasn't until they walked to a secluded path fifty meters away from the gate that there was no one around that Yan Zhuo knew his chance had come.
He tore off the lid of the milk tea, messed up his hair, walked straight behind them, and then patted Cui Yulong on the shoulder: "Hey—"
Cui Yulong looked back in doubt.
Yan Zhuo smiled, raised his hand, and poured all the milk tea on his face.
In an instant, Cui Yulong became a drowned chicken for pearl milk tea.
Cui Yulong was furious: "Are you so sick?"
Yan Zhuo started his performance and stammered, "You...why do you have such a smelly mouth and such an ugly mouth, woo woo woo, it's terrible."
"..."
Cui Yulong became even angrier, and roared, "Don't force me to slap you."
Jiao Jingwei stopped him, pointed at Yan Zhuo and said, "Don't be impulsive, you didn't realize that he is not a normal person."
After all, this is a nursing home, and it is not surprising that there are some abnormal people.
Seeing this, Yan Zhuo cried even louder.
"Psycho?" Cui Yulong secretly cursed "grass", and then said: "It's really his/mother's bad luck."
When Yan Zhuo heard this, he put on airs and wanted to hit him again.
Cui Yulong backed away in fright, almost staggering. He stabilized his footsteps and shouted around: "Is there anyone? A mental patient has escaped from your yard."
There was no one around, Yan Zhuo picked out the boundaries before coming to deal with him.
After shouting for a long time, Cui Yulong glared at Yan Zhuo angrily, but there was no staff member.
Jiao Jingwei also frowned and stared at him, her delicate face was full of disdain and disgust. She pulled Cui Yulong's arm and said: "Forget it, let's go, there is no need to be as knowledgeable as a sick person."
Yan Zhuo thought: You are the only one who is sick.
As soon as they left, Yan Zhuo stopped fake crying, stroked his hair, and recovered his normal identity.