It is nine o'clock on a winter night, when everything is still.
The elderly in the nursing home go to bed early, and only a few lights in the inpatient department are still on, sparsely.
Of course, Song Yan was not included, because the lights in his house had never been turned on.
Yan Zhuo turned on the light almost as soon as he entered the room.
For Yan Zhuo's arrival, Song Yan was very surprised, he probably never thought that Yan Zhuo would come so late. He asked, "What's the matter?"
Well…
Yan Zhuo touched the tip of his nose and hesitated for a moment.
What should he say? What can he do? Could it be that I missed you and decided to take a look? No, no, this is too blunt and too embarrassing, Song Yan will think that Bao Qi is sick.
He thought for a while and said, "I haven't seen you for a day, so I'll stop by and have a look."
By the way, not specifically, not specifically. Yan Zhuo thinks this answer is very good.
Song Yan said: "There is nothing to see."
His tone was casual, thinking he was just asking casually.
Yan Zhuo thought to himself: You look good.
He coughed and said, "Song Tianxian has nothing to watch."
Ever since Yan Zhuo got acquainted with Song Yan, he became lawless. Occasionally, I will make a joke and take a nickname. For example, Song Leng Mo, Song Paralyzed, Song Poisonous Tongue, but usually he would complain in his heart, and this was the first time he said it so openly.
The reason is probably that the current Song Yan is especially good-looking under the cold light, maybe because he is sleepy at night, or for some other reason, there is a touch of red at the end of his eyes, which is very attractive.
Inexplicably, it met the word "heavenly fairy".
Song Yan was used to his nonsense at certain times, and he didn't have any special reaction to the word Song Tianxian. He asked, "What did you do to apologize to me?"
Yan Zhuo let out an "ah", feeling inexplicably guilty, and stammered: "No, no!."
"No?" Song Yan raised his eyebrows, "Then you came to my room in a hurry at night to flatter?"
Yan Zhuo: "..."
It really blinded his thoughts for nothing. Fortunately, when he came, he was worried for a long time, afraid that Song Yan would think too much, but now it seems that he was thinking too much! Song Yan not only didn't think about it, but also sneered at him.
However, this familiar Song's tone actually made him secretly happy. He burst out laughing.
Song Yan was taken aback when he heard his laughter, and asked, "What are you going to do?"
"What for?"
Song Yan reminded: "Didn't you drop by?"
"Oh... my..."
He searched for a reason, and finally found one that seemed reasonable. He said, "I met Grandma Yang in the morning, and she said she wanted to play mahjong at night. Who knew she was already asleep when I came."
Grandma Yang especially likes to play mahjong. Everyone in the nursing home knows about it, and Song Yan has also heard about it a little bit. Yan Zhuo once again lamented that he is really a genius who can lie.
When Yan Zhuo and Song Yan are together, they always forget the time unconsciously.
It wasn't until he realized that he had said a lot, and Song Yan occasionally responded, that he realized that it might really be too late.
He looked up at Song Yan.
Song Yan tilted his head slightly, under the light, everything was so clearly visible, and they were not far away, Yan Zhuo casually glanced down, and caught a glimpse of his short hair sticking to the collarbone socket.
Song Yan's hair is very black, falling on his cold white skin, it looks like a short tattoo.
There is a forbidden beauty.
At night, people's brains are prone to confusion, and people's personalities will also become bold.
Yan Zhuo pursed his lips and stretched out his hand.
Just when his fingertips were about to touch, Song Yan suddenly said—
"It's getting late," he said.
Yan Zhuo's hands froze in mid-air, he came back to his senses suddenly, his eyelashes trembled. For a few seconds, he felt as if he was standing naked in front of everyone.
I thought that I was wrapped up tightly, but it was just the emperor's new clothes.
Song Yan didn't hear the response, so he frowned and asked, "Is there anything else?"
"You... your hair fell out." Yan Zhuo said.
His voice was too low, Song Yan couldn't hear clearly.
Yan Zhuo repeated loudly: "Your hair fell out and stuck to your collarbone."
Song Yan nodded, and casually twisted his collarbone with his index finger.
never mind.
Yan Zhuo thought: He is really confused, if he is not confused, why would he run into Song Yan's house at night. If he wasn't confused, how could he... want to help Song Yan remove that hair himself.
After Yan Zhuo returned to the room, the first thing he did was to wash his face in the bathroom. After he finished washing, Zheng Yi happened to enter the door.
Yan Zhuo was very uncomfortable with this behavior of directly entering other people's houses without saying hello. After he hung up the towel, he asked Zheng Yi with an uneasy expression, "What's the matter?"
Zheng Yi leaned against the door frame and said, "Just now we came to you to fight the landlord, but you were not here."
Yan Zhuo said, "Now that I'm here, should I continue?"
Zheng Yi rolled his eyes: "The two of us have been playing pushing trains for a long time, and we can't do it anymore." He asked, "What are you doing?"
Yan Zhuo hated him asking questions, so he said bluntly, "It's none of your business."
As soon as he came back on his front foot, Zheng Yi came on his back foot, saying that Zheng Yi had no ghosts in his heart, and ghosts would not believe it.
All right. Zheng Yi shrugged, trying to ignore Yan Zhuo's hostility, he joked, "Are you looking for your sweetheart?"
His tone was affirmative, as if he had predicted Yan Zhuo's whereabouts early in the morning.
Yan Zhuo frowned.
Zheng Yi glanced at him, and then said sarcastic words: "Oh, in this world, it's really the best to strike first, and the last to suffer. If I knew it, I would..."
"Freeze said!"
Yan Zhuo unconsciously raised his voice, as if his loud voice could cover up his guilty conscience.
Zheng Yi was stunned by him and said, "Why are you so loud?"
Yan Zhuo said: "I was born with..."
Zheng Yi gave a "smack" sound: "It's not that I haven't roomed with you before, why didn't I find out before."
"Did we know each other well before?"
"Aren't we familiar?"
"You have no idea?"
Zheng Yi said: "Who told you not to play with me?"
His ability to turn right and wrong and talk nonsense is completely different from his previous ability to make trouble for no reason, which made Yan Zhuo laugh angrily.
He said: "Friend, do you still remember the way you quarreled with others in the dormitory?"
Zheng Yi said: "You only saw one side of me."
Yan Zhuo laughed dryly, and thought: But I'm not interested in your other side.
Zheng Yi turned his head to look at him, and suddenly said: "Prejudice is a bad thing."
"I have no prejudice against you."
"I'm biased against you."
Yan Zhuo asked, "What prejudice?"
"Prejudice is..." Zheng Yi blinked, then suddenly moved his head close to him, and whispered in his ear: "You are so good-looking, I always feel that you are here to grab a man from me."
What kind of bullshit is this
Yan Zhuo pushed Zheng Yi away speechlessly, "I don't want to talk to you, get away from me."
Zheng Yi asked: "Then why do you hate me?"
Yan Zhuo was silent, and after a while he denied it and said: "No."
Is there any two people who know that the face project is still to be done. Zheng Yi joked, "You won't discriminate against my sexual orientation, will you?"
"No." Yan Zhuo said.
Not from the beginning, not even now.
"It's fine if you don't have one," Zheng Yi said, "Discriminating against me is the same as discriminating against yourself."
Yan Zhuo didn't understand the meaning of this sentence at first, and then he frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"
Zheng Yi said: "What do you mean? It means..." He raised the corner of his mouth viciously: "We are the same."
After he finished speaking, the air froze for a few seconds.
Yan Zhuo's face turned pale, and it took a long time for his blood to return. The things that he had been unwilling to face and kept tightly covered were easily torn apart like this, which made him a little angry.
Yan Zhuo suddenly grabbed Zheng Yi's collar, circled him and pushed him against the wall. He was originally a little shorter than Zheng Yi, but because of his aura at the moment, he suddenly raised his height by two degrees. He said coldly: "Fart your fart."
Zheng Yi also didn't expect Yan Zhuo to have such a character that he would do it as soon as he said it. He hissed and said, "It hurts!"
He was strangled by the collar, and he patted Yan Zhuo's hand to comfort him: "Don't, don't... get excited, if you have something to say, let me go first."
Yan Zhuo ignored his current state, and only said: "Why didn't you think of something to say when you were talking nonsense in front of me."
Zheng Yi's face was blushing, and he grabbed Yan Zhuo's hand and said, "Am I kidding, you should be the most..."
Yan Zhuo tightened his grip.
"I was wrong, I was talking nonsense." Zheng Yi shouted, admitting it for a second. A good guy doesn't take advantage of the immediate disadvantages, he just chatted in front of Yan Zhuo because he wanted to die.
Yan Zhuo silently recited "The other party is a guest" three times in his heart before he could barely hold back the desire to punch him in the face. He glanced at his knuckles that were white from exertion, and let go of his hand.
It was not easy for Zheng Yi to be able to breathe freely all of a sudden, he patted his chest. After a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "You really have a dual personality. You usually look at people obediently, but you really don't feel soft-hearted when you move your hands."
Yan Zhuo rubbed his sore wrist, noncommittal.
Zheng Yi couldn't beat him but didn't dare to scold, he said aggrievedly: "I just want to be friends with you, why did you treat me like this."
Yan Zhuo ignored him.
He continued: "Could it be because..." He glanced at Yan Zhuo quietly.
The light in the bathroom was dim and yellow, Yan Zhuo stood with his backlight, his face was hidden in the darkness, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.
Zheng Yi suddenly felt a little apprehensive.
He said: "Okay, okay, I'm not kidding anymore." Then, he pretended to be sleepy and yawned, "I'm so sleepy, I'm going to sleep.
Zheng Yi turned around and went out of the bathroom. Within a few seconds, Yan Zhuo heard the sound of the door closing.
He closed his eyes and walked numbly to the window after a long while. He didn't open the window, just stared at the downstairs in a daze.
He remembered that a long time ago, it was also such a dark night and such a cold day.
Song Yan was sitting alone on the reclining chair downstairs, and the snow was falling. At that time, Yan Zhuo clearly saw overwhelming loneliness in him.
It was also from that day on that he couldn't help being nicer to Song Yan, and even better.
The world is still that world, and the recliner is still the same recliner.
Song Yan is still the same Song Yan, but Yan Zhuo is no longer that Yan Zhuo.
The moment he was tempted, he changed.
While talking away, he couldn't help approaching.
He patted his arm and said in his heart: You are such a hypocrite.
In fact, everything has already been answered, why did he feel lost first when Song Yan yelled at him, not embarrassment. And why when Song Yan stopped talking to him, he would search his guts to find a reason to hope to be forgiven instead of just not caring who you are.
He is not a lick dog.
Nor is it because he cherishes this friend.
He is like this person.
I like it very much.
No matter how much you evade, no matter how much you deny, it can't beat the liking to see Song Yan, even if you just have a word with him.