The canteen of Ningkang Sanatorium usually starts to serve breakfast at 6:30 in the morning and closes at 9:00. Around eight o'clock is the peak time for dining.
And Yan Zhuo rushed to the cafeteria early because he coveted the fennel buns steamed by the chef at the second window.
After Yan Zhuo finished shopping for breakfast, when he was about to find a corner to sit down, he happened to catch a glimpse of Song Yan who was eating in a certain seat.
This is really strange.
It stands to reason that Song Yan has limited mobility, and his breakfast should be delivered to the room by the nurse, and he should eat in the room. Instead of going through two buildings to the cafeteria and grabbing food with others after going through untold hardships.
Yan Zhuo murmured in his heart, and sat opposite Song Yan with two liang of steamed buns on the dinner plate.
Although Song Yan couldn't see, he could hear very well. What's more, Yan Zhuo's movement was not small, and he made a "clang" sound when he put the plate on. He turned his head to follow the sound, with a rare expression on his face—the displeasure of being disturbed.
Yan Zhuo was a little embarrassed, although he said that this was a public place and he was free to sit wherever he wanted, but he had an inexplicable sense of intrusion into other people's territory.
He thought for a while, and prepared to say hello to Song Yan.
But who would have thought that Song Yan frowned briefly, then turned around again, with the four characters "indifferent" on his cold face.
With his attitude, Yan Zhuo couldn't speak anymore. He began to eat silently, and he was afraid that the sound would disturb Song Yan, so he had a hard time eating.
It can be seen that eating at the same table is really a wrong decision.
Yan Zhuo thought to himself: I don't know who tortured whom.
Yan Zhuo didn't dare to make a sound, so naturally he ate very slowly. While eating with puffed cheeks, he secretly glanced at Song Yan eating.
Yan Zhuo has been eating comfortably since he was a child. But Song Yan is different, he eats in a gentle manner, takes his time, bites a fried egg, drinks a mouthful of porridge, and repeats the above steps, like obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Yan Zhuo watched so carefully that he forgot to swallow the steamed stuffed bun and stuffed it indiscriminately... So he choked sadly.
Yan Zhuo patted his chest, picked up the soy milk and drank several gulps.
Breathe easy.
He felt alive. But the world is not so beautiful, as soon as he came back, someone wanted him to die—
Song Yan suddenly made a sound, and he asked, "Is it good-looking?"
"Cough—" Yan Zhuo almost spit out, he coughed suddenly, his neck and ears were bloodshot, it was the embarrassment after being found peeping.
Yan Zhuo thought to himself: Isn't he invisible? ? How was this discovered! !
Song Yan seemed to have the ability to read minds, and could understand his inner doubts, so he said flatly: "Feeling."
He cherishes words like gold, and the short and concise words make Yan Zhuo feel a little speechless.
Yan Zhuo's attitude was very good: "I'm sorry, I don't mean anything else. I didn't mean to offend you."
After he finished apologizing, Song Yan didn't respond, but he didn't mean to blame him either. It's just that they don't continue to eat.
Song Yan got up and dumped the leftovers into the trash can next to him, and walked out with a cane.
Is this treating him as the God of Plague and keeping him far away? !
Yan Zhuo could tell that Song Yan walked very insecure, but he walked very fast.
Seeing that Song Yan was about to walk out of the cafeteria, Yan Zhuo began to fidget. He quickly cleared the dinner plate and ran to catch up with Song Yan.
He ran in a hurry, his chest heaved slightly due to the movement, and his breathing was particularly panting. The wind that hit his head and face lifted his hair, exuding a burst of sandalwood.
Yan Zhuo followed Song Yan, wanted to say something but was afraid that it would be annoying, so he hesitated for a long time and did not speak.
This is the first time he has lived for more than twenty years and found himself a coward.
Yan Zhuo sighed lightly.
Song Yan turned his head when he heard the sound, and asked in a concentrated voice, "Why are you following me?"
Being caught peeping and stalking again, Song Yan frowned and asked, "Are you a pervert?"
"?!"
Yan Zhuo pursed his lips into a straight line, and after a few seconds, he answered unreasonably and confidently: "I'm on my way!"
After finishing speaking, Yan Zhuo was about to pass Song Yan and move forward. As soon as he raised his leg, Song Yan asked again: "Are you—"
"No, I'm not!"
"—The student from the Academy of Fine Arts yesterday?"
They spoke at the same time, and the scene was awkward for a while.
Yan Zhuo retracted the foot he had just stretched out. He said, "Yes... I am."
Song Yan: "..."
Yan Zhuo asked: "How do you know?"
Song Yan said, "Listen to the voice."
"Oh..." Yan Zhuo said, he asked Song Yan: "What's the matter?"
Song Yanning raised her eyebrows, as if she was thinking about something, before she said after a while, "Can you help me buy something?"
Although he said what the client said, he seemed insincere because of his cold voice.
Yan Zhuo was helpless and asked, "What do you want to buy?"
He didn't have much work this morning, so he should have time to go out for a run.
Song Yan said: "Drawing board, sketch paper and pencils."
There are many kinds of pencils, Yan Zhuo asked: "How many B do you want?"
"all."
Yan Zhuo raised his eyebrows, and said in his heart: "Song Yan doesn't want to paint, does he?"
He immediately felt admiration.
Of course, it didn't take long for this sense of admiration to be blown away by the wind.
At that time, after getting off the taxi, Yan Zhuo was walking numbly against the wind, his nose was already red from the cold.
If he had known that he would suffer so much, he would never agree to a request from someone he didn't know well. There is still some sunshine before going out, and the wind is not too strong. Who would have thought that the weather would change after shopping.
Yan Zhuo continued walking towards the nursing home with a pile of painting tools, and was alone with the bald, crooked young trees in the yard along the way.
When he was about to reach the inpatient department, he suddenly heard a howl, and someone shouted: "Little bastard, don't run away—"
Before Yan Zhuo could turn his head in the future, he caught a glimpse of a black shadow flying towards him from the corner of his eye.
"Boom—"
Others fell to the ground with their painting utensils.
Yan Zhuo's mind went blank, and he couldn't help cursing secretly.
He was convinced that he could be bumped while walking on such a spacious road.
"Are you okay—" someone helped him up and apologized, "My child doesn't have long eyes. I'm really sorry for bumping into you. Check to see if you feel unwell."
Yan Zhuo patted the ashes on his knees, and said casually, "It's okay."
Then squat down and start picking up painting tools. Although he was fine, he just didn't know if those pencils were fine. Such a fall would break a few at least. When he was studying art before, Yan Zhuo hated the sudden lead breaking when sharpening the pen, which made people feel uncomfortable.
A pair of white hands suddenly reached out, handed him a box of pencils, and said, "Your 2B."
Yan Zhuo: "Thank you..."
After picking up the things, he straightened up and looked at the culprits, a man, a woman, two children and a middle-aged man.
The girl was wearing a red thread hat that was very thick, like a bear, her face was almost sickly white, she stared at him without blinking, expressionless.
The boy is even more strange, because his right sleeve is empty, only his left arm. With a small crew cut, it looks like a long-haired marinated egg. Yan Zhuo recalled the tactile sensation when he was hit, probably because the braised egg in front of him didn't run away.
The only ones who look normal are middle-aged people. Because only he smiled at Yan Zhuo amiably, and he still seemed to have a trace of guilt on his face.
"I'm sorry." The middle-aged man said again. Immediately afterwards, he lowered the boy's head and bowed to Yan Zhuo.
Yan Zhuo felt embarrassed, he said, "It's okay."
The middle-aged man said, "See if you feel any discomfort in your body."
Yan Zhuo is not a porcelain vase, so it won't break if touched, he smiled and said, "It's really fine,"
The middle-aged man is an honest person, and silently handed Yan Zhuo a business card.
"If you feel unwell, please be sure to contact me."
…
Although the other party made a big fuss, it was out of good intentions after all. Yan Zhuo took the business card and said after a pause, "Okay."
After the middle-aged man bid farewell to his two children, Yan Zhuo glanced at the business card—
Xinqiao Orphanage, headed by Song Qiao.
Yan Zhuo had a sudden epiphany, no wonder he felt that the two children were a bit strange, now it seems that they should both be newly born abandoned babies who were adopted due to physical defects.
When Yan Zhuo knocked on the door, Song Yan was in a daze.
He was in a bad mood because of the quarrel with some people just now.
Yan Zhuo put the things on the table and said, "I bought them back."
This was the first time he entered Song Yan's room, he glanced at it casually, it was very big and clean, and there was a faint scent of tea in the air.
Yan Zhuo glanced at the table, there were two cups of tea, one was empty and the other was steaming.
Looks like someone has just been here.
Hearing his voice, Song Yan took the wallet from the bedside table and asked, "How much?"
Yan Zhuo said, "Not much money."
Song Yan gave a short laugh, took out five hundred yuan and handed it to him.
Yan Zhuo was taken aback, and subconsciously said, "Not so much."
Song Yan didn't care much about the price, and said casually, "The rest is considered travel expenses."
"..."
Yan Zhuo was about to laugh angrily, no matter whether the other party intended or not, these words were a bit insulting.
But Yan Zhuo didn't bother to explain that I didn't buy things for you because of the money, it wasn't necessary.
He took three cards from Song Yan's hand and said, "It's just a little effort, these are enough."
Song Yan nodded and put away the rest of the money.
The room was clean and bright, but Yan Zhuo felt suffocated.
He was too lazy to say goodbye and was about to leave, but when he reached the door, he felt overwhelmed. Between suffocating himself and letting go, he chose the latter.
Before leaving, Yan Zhuo choked on Song Yan: "Thank you may not be less sincere than money."