Zheng Yi saw the two of them, waved his hands in a demonic way, and then walked towards them with a smile on his face.
When he got closer, Yan Zhuo looked at the big box he was pulling and couldn't help asking: "How many things did you bring
Zheng Yi patted the box and said with a smile: "Isn't it going to stay for a week, so I brought all the clothes I need to change for seven days, one piece a day."
The corner of Yan Zhuo's mouth twitched, and in view of the fact that the other party was a guest, he desperately held back the words he wanted to complain about. He may be used to being rough, and he doesn't quite understand Zheng Yi's delicate style.
It can be seen that he is not the only one who doesn't understand, and Zhao Hao said coldly, "You are really weirder than my girlfriend."
Zheng Yi said, "Thank you."
"..."
Yan Zhuo brought Zheng Yi to the staff dormitory. The room he lived in happened to be opposite to Yan Zhuo, sharing the same room as Zhao Hao.
Zheng Yi glanced around the accommodation environment and said, "It's okay."
He originally thought that the nursing home in the suburbs would be very old and dilapidated, but he didn't expect the environment to be elegant and the dormitory to be very new.
Looking at him like that, Yan Zhuo knew what he was thinking, and said angrily, "Zhao Hao came early and chose a big bed, so you should sleep in a small bed."
Zheng Yi waved his hand and said indifferently, "It's okay, anyway, he is fat and I am thin, so I will sacrifice myself for others."
After making the arrangement, Yan Zhuo didn't want to stay with him any longer, so he said, "Then you pack your luggage first, I'll go down and help."
When Yan Zhuo passed the back garden, he ran into Song Yan who was returning from the cafeteria to the inpatient building.
They were less than twenty meters away from the frozen lake. Song Yan walked in the direction of the Stone Path Bridge, and so did Yan Zhuo. As long as they reach the Stone Path Bridge, they can meet each other.
How about saying hello, he thought, now that there is no one around, nor Zhao Hao and Xia Xin, he can go chat with Song Yan.
Just say a few words, what does it matter.
However, time did not give him too many chances to think carefully. Zheng Yi suddenly appeared behind him, put his arm on his shoulder and said, "I thought about it, it's too lonely to pack the luggage by myself, so we should pack it together when everyone comes back at night." Bar."
Ah. You are not lonely, you are lazy.
Yan Zhuo took a deep breath, suppressing the anger at his untimely appearance.
"Take your arm off," he said.
Zheng Yi lowered his arms awkwardly, and scoffed, "Stingy."
He looked at Song Yan across the lake and suddenly asked, "Huh? Who is that? What were you looking at just now? Is it him?"
Yan Zhuo didn't know that Zheng Yi had stared at him for a long time just now, and he had seen all his hesitation. He lowered his eyelids to hide his emotions and said, "I didn't see anything."
After saying this, he went straight ahead. Zheng Yi quickly followed him.
Zheng Yi walked side by side with him, but his eyes jumped across the lake and kept looking at the opposite person. After watching for a while, Zheng Yi asked, "Is he blind?"
This is an obvious matter, and Zheng Yi obviously already knows the answer. Yan Zhuo didn't want to answer his question, so he ignored him.
Zheng Yi couldn't stand being ignored, so he thought for a few seconds and continued: "I like his looks very much."
As soon as he said these words, Yan Zhuo suddenly stopped and said, "Don't think about him."
His tone was bad, with a hint of warning.
Zheng Yi let out an "oh" and asked disapprovingly, "Why?"
"Because he is different from you." Yan Zhuo said, "He is straight."
I don't know who to say this to. Song Yan is a straight man, he had a girlfriend before, he doesn't like boys, so don't have any wrong thoughts about him.
It's not that Zheng Yi has never pursued straight men, so he scoffed at Yan Zhuo's warning. But now he is jumping on someone else's territory, so he can't be too arrogant, so he can only say aggrieved: "Okay, listen to you."
While they were talking, Song Yan had already crossed the Stone Path Bridge and was walking towards the inpatient department. Yan Zhuo glanced at his receding back, feeling a sense of loss.
It's okay, Yan Zhuo said to himself, you can still be friends after you adjust your mentality.
Zheng Yi stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly asked, "Are you straight too?"
Yan Zhuo withdrew his gaze, and glared at him with a look of "what the hell are you talking about?", and said, "Your eyesight is not good?"
Zheng Yi's heart was trembling at the sight of him, and it happened that a gust of cold wind hit his neck, so he scratched his head and didn't dare to answer.
Zheng Yi is a person who never counts his words. He is afraid that the world will not be chaotic. He is an extremely unstable person.
Sure enough, when it was time for dinner, Zheng Yi met Song Yan who was going to the cafeteria for dinner. At that time, they had almost finished their meal, and Song Yan had just arrived. After seeing Song Yan, Zheng Yi instantly forgot Yan Zhuo's warning, put down his chopsticks and walked straight to Song Yan.
He just wanted to say "Hello" when Yan Zhuo covered his mouth and dragged him away.
Yan Zhuo pressed him firmly on the seat, Zheng Yi couldn't speak, he didn't expect Yan Zhuo to look thin, but he was very strong, and he couldn't push Yan Zhuo to press him on him. hands on shoulders.
Before Zhao Hao and Xia Xin realized what happened between them, Yan Zhuo gritted his teeth and said, "Why are you so dishonest? Didn't I tell you not to provoke him?"
Zheng Yi couldn't speak and could only express his dissatisfaction with his eyes. He suddenly stuck out his tongue and licked Yan Zhuo's palm.
Yan Zhuo felt nauseous for a while, and let go of his hand within a second. Zheng Yi seized the opportunity to say: "Who are you to me? Who is to him? Why should I listen to what you say."
Yan Zhuo moved his mouth, realizing that he really didn't know what to say. Zheng Yi is right, he is not qualified to control Zheng Yi, and he... is not qualified to control Song Yan.
I'm bored to death, I'm about to be bored to death. Yan Zhuo returned to his seat and lowered his head in frustration. He looked at the meal in front of him dully, but he had no appetite to eat any more.
Zhao Hao and Xia Xin couldn't hear it, and they were not on the same channel. Zhao Hao had no choice but to laugh in the middle and said, "Speak up if you have something to say, don't quarrel between you two."
Zheng Yi said, "No noise."
He looked at Yan Zhuo and asked, "Are you angry?"
Yan Zhuo felt powerless and frustrated, he whispered: "No, why should I be angry?"
"Isn't there?" Zheng Yi, a flirtatious boy, carried a mirror with him. Now he held the mirror in front of Yan Zhuo and said, "Look at your expression."
Yan Zhuo stared at himself in the mirror for a while, and said, "What's wrong with the handsome guy?"
Zheng Yi sneered: "Your face is green like lettuce, can't you tell?"
Yan Zhuo: "..."
He continued to watch for a while.
Heart said: Fart.
To hell with seeing it.
The hellish Zheng Yi continued: "If you put in some sour vinegar, you can eat it directly."
Yan Zhuo had experienced his yin and yang aura when he was in the dormitory with him, so he would be even more annoyed by his words. He buckled the mirror on the table and made a loud noise.
Zheng Yi was shocked: "You, what are you doing?"
Yan Zhuo ignored him, and asked the other two at the table: "Have you finished your meal?"
The scene was a bit awkward for a while, Zhao Hao and Xia Xin wanted to leave quickly, but they both nodded their heads as soon as Yan Zhuo finished asking.
Yan Zhuo nodded: "Then let's go."
The three stood up and looked at Zheng Yi, who was still sitting on his back.
Zheng Yi enjoyed the feeling of being watched, he pushed the rice bowl and said:
"Don't eat, don't eat. I was so scared by someone just now that I was full."
"..."
Everyone glanced at the clean plate in front of him and said nothing.
Maybe it was because of the unhappiness with Zheng Yi in the evening, Yan Zhuo ignored him until the end of the night.
After returning to the house, Yan Zhuo lay alone on the bed, suddenly feeling lonely.
This feeling is very strange.
Obviously, it used to be alone, eating alone, going back to the house alone, turning off the lights and going to bed alone, but today... it seems like something is missing.
It's just a day. If he didn't talk to Song Yan for a day, he already... couldn't help it.
Yan Zhuo turned on the phone, found a mentally handicapped game and clicked on it, hoping to divert his attention through the game.
But he obviously overestimated himself, he didn't distract the slightest miss of Song Yan because of the game.
Yan Zhuo was stunned for a moment, thinking: Why should I torture myself, even if it is a sudden break-up between good friends, there must be a transition period.
He sat up from the bed suddenly, like a fish that had dried up to the point of danger, he thought, he was going to find his small river.