What is the most important thing in a person's life is, of course, to have fun in time.
In this mental tug-of-war, Yan Zhuo finally pulled himself to Song Yan's side.
Since it cannot be changed for the time being, let nature take its course.
The next day, he got up early and went to the backyard to run around the frozen lake twice, sweating, which made him feel comfortable.
Yan Zhuo wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, took a few breaths, and then walked slowly towards the cafeteria.
He went too early, and some windows in the cafeteria were not open yet, so he just found a seat and waited.
After waiting for a while, the cafeteria windows were all open. He walked to a window and said, "Auntie, bring me six pan-fried buns and two cups of soy milk."
The pan-fried buns at this window are particularly delicious, and there are many people who come to pick them up, and they are usually sold out before 7:30. Yan Zhuo remembered that this was one of the few delicious things that Song Yan had ever praised.
Yan Zhuo knew Song Yan's work and rest time clearly, and he didn't knock on the door until after seven o'clock.
Song Yan just woke up, and he was still a little dazed. He was expressionless and sat on the bed in silence. Although he didn't have a serious waking mood, it could also make people feel that he was not in a good mood.
"Why did you come to see me so early?" Song Yan asked. Maybe it was just waking up, his voice was deep and hoarse, like a small stone rolled over Yan Zhuo's ear, it didn't hurt, just a little itchy.
Yan Zhuo shook his head, shook off the unnaturalness, and said, "Let's eat. There are pan-fried buns that you like very much."
He just said it was delicious, but he didn't particularly like it. Song Yan didn't bother with the other party's mistakes in words, and took the clothes on the stool with his slender fingers, and said coolly: "If you are looking at me now, please turn around or close your eyes, I have to change clothes .”
Yan Zhuo obediently turned his back.
If he had been able to make a couple of flirty remarks about this situation in the past—what are men afraid of? Don’t worry, I won’t take nude photos of you and so on. But now, his mentality is different. Not only can't he talk about it, he can even hear Song Yan's rustling sound of changing clothes, and he can feel his face warm up and his imagination run wild.
Yan Zhuo looked up at the sky... at the ceiling, he couldn't help sighing, how can a good person bend as he says.
He instantly felt that all the novels/porn/books he read in high school were for nothing.
I don't know if there is still a chance to be implemented in this life, and I don't know if he can come back straight again.
…
After Yan Zhuo finished his breakfast, he didn't stay long, and went directly to the angel wall in the front yard to start drawing.
The other three had already arrived, and Zheng Yi saw his eyes dodge for a moment.
Zhao Hao asked: "Where did you go early in the morning, and you were not there when you knocked on your door in the morning."
Yan Zhuo thought to himself: I have gone to wait on someone.
He said: "Someone needs help temporarily, and I will help."
It has not been a day or two since Yan Zhuo was willing to help others, Zhao Hao said with emotion: "You are so kind."
Zheng Yi rolled his eyes in his heart and rubbed his left shoulder. When he was pushed against the wall by Yan Zhuo last night, a layer of skin was scratched there.
That's kindness, I don't know if Zhao Hao is blind or Yan Zhuo is too good at acting. His lips moved, but he said nothing.
The weather was so cold that even wearing gloves was useless. After a while, everyone's hands became stiff and their knuckles were red from the cold.
Yan Zhuo heaved a sigh of relief at the palm of his hand, rubbed his hands again, and was barely able to start writing again.
Perhaps because of the unhappiness last night, Zheng Yi was very honest all morning. He still remembered Yan Zhuo's terrifying side last night, and he still has lingering fears in his heart. When he was in love, he wished he could be far away from Yan Zhuo.
Yan Zhuo was happy, he wished Zheng Yi would stay away from him and not bother him. But after a while, Zheng Yi saw that there was no displeasure on his face, and he had no intention of revenge, so the scar healed and he forgot the pain, and gradually let go.
After a while, Zheng Yi was completely released.
He was humming a song with the brush, twisted left and right, and accidentally threw the acrylic onto Yan Zhuo's face and hair. Zheng Yi hastily shrank his head...
"What are you doing?" Yan Zhuo asked with a frown. He was the one who got dumped, and Zheng Yi felt aggrieved.
Zheng Yi said awkwardly, "I didn't mean to..."
Yan Zhuo wiped his face with the back of his hand, not paying much attention. He put down the painting utensils and said to the other two, "I'm going to wash my face."
The acrylic is fine on the face, but it is not easy to wash the hair, Yan Zhuo has washed it for a long time. When he came out of the public toilet, he happened to meet Grandma Jin who lived in 203.
At that time, Grandma Jin was going downstairs to join Grandma Yang and the others, when she saw Yan Zhuo, she asked enthusiastically, "Is the angel wall almost finished?"
Yan Zhuo said, "Come on, half of the painting is done."
"That's good," Grandma Jin said. "In a few days, our nursing home will have a singing competition at the Qiaoling Hot Spring Club. You must go there then, and be a cheerleader for us and cheer for us."
Qiaoling is a small county town in the surrounding city, famous for its local snow hot springs. Every winter, it is bustling with guests.
Yan Zhuo hadn't heard about it yet, so he asked, "When?"
"February 7th," Grandma Jin said, "more than half of the nursing home will go."
More than half of them, Yan Zhuo's heart skipped a beat. He smiled and said, "Okay, I will definitely go."
The wall painting took exactly one week to finish, ahead of the chorus competition.
Before leaving, Yan Zhuo found a good restaurant nearby and treated them to a meal.
The restaurant is spacious, bright and bustling, with glasses and glasses intertwined, full of excitement.
Yan Zhuo raised his glass and said, "This glass of wine is my thanks. If you need my help in the future, just tell me."
Zhao Hao waved his hand: "You don't need to be so polite, we are all classmates, it should be."
Yan Zhuo smiled, they were not too close when they were in school, and they were willing to come to help with just one phone call, it can be said that Zhao Haoxia Xin is very loyal.
Oh... and someone else.
Although Zheng Yi talks a lot and is troublesome, I have to say that his painting skills are very good, and he is not lazy and willing to work. I am also very grateful to Yan Zhuo.
Yan Zhuo sat down slowly after toasting each of them, but in less than a second, he filled his glass again.
Zhao Hao was afraid that he would get drunk, so he reminded him, "Drink less."
Yan Zhuo shook his head and smiled, "Don't worry, I can drink very well."
After eating and paying the bill, everyone walked to the nursing home together.
They were all drunk, and their walk was not as stable as usual, and they occasionally twisted.
Especially Zhao Hao, he walks a certain way and twists a certain way, it is difficult for people to judge whether he did it on purpose.
Except for Yan Zhuo, although he drank the most, he walked the most steadily.
Zhao Hao said in admiration: "I believe you, Brother Yan, you really drink well."
Xia Xin led Zhao Hao ahead, while Zheng Yi and Yan Zhuo fell behind.
Zheng Yi glanced at Yan Zhuo.
After drinking the wine, Yan Zhuo's eyes were moist and bright, as if a layer of water had soaked in his eyes. Like a lazy cat.
Inexplicably people want to tease him.
But Zheng also didn't dare, because he knew that the cat had very fierce minions.
Zheng Yi suddenly felt that this was a very strange thing.
He still remembered the first time he met Yan Zhuo.
Yan Zhuo is cheerful and generous, no matter who he is facing, he always greets him with a smile, like a sun, as if he can glow and glow anytime, anywhere.
At that time, maybe he was short-sighted, maybe he had a double-minded attack, and he always felt that this kind of person was hypocritical.
But now, he inadvertently saw another side of Yan Zhuo, a side that he and Yan Zhuo hadn't been able to see for two years in the same dormitory.
Zheng Yi took off his coat, and suddenly wanted to use the strength of wine to say something. He pulled Yan Zhuo aside and said softly, "I'm leaving, can I ask you a question?"
Yan Zhuo has a good capacity for alcohol, and there is no trace of drunkenness at all. He hated being dragged like this, so he paused, stopped at the entrance of the inpatient department, looked at Zheng Yi and said, "Ask."
Zheng Yi grinned, just about to speak, but suddenly thought of something, he said: "Let me say it first, you are not allowed to do anything."
He already has a shadow of someone's violence.
Yan Zhuo nodded.
Zheng Yi put his palm to his mouth like a thief and said, "You like men, right?"
There was a moment of silence after he finished speaking.
It's not so much a question as a statement. In fact, Zheng Yi has already seen it, and hinted at it many times, but only now has he said it openly.
But this time, Yan Zhuo did not deny it. He nodded after a moment of silence.
Zheng Yi didn't know if he had done any psychological construction during these few seconds. After all, hiding in the heart and speaking out are two different concepts.
The former still has a chance to turn around, the latter...
After all, not everyone has the courage to come out.
But Yan Zhuo was very calm and didn't panic at all. Or to be precise, he has already messed up.
If he is a robot, then he has disassembled and reassembled his heart countless times in the past few days, but no matter how he arranges and reassembles, there is only one answer.
So now, he can be so calm.
Deep winter day, silent night.
Yan Zhuo suddenly felt sleepy. In the end, before he could say that he wanted to go back to sleep, Zheng Yi flicked the broken hair on his forehead, raised his chin behind him, and said, "Is that him?"
Yan Zhuo was taken aback for a moment, and turned his head almost immediately
Song Yan stood behind him alone.
I don't know if it's because he drank too much. It's okay to walk back before, but at this moment, he felt that he was going to be drunk.
Not knowing what Song Yan was going to do, he leaned on his blind cane and walked towards the back garden.
Yan Zhuo looked at his back, his heart seemed to be scratched by something, it was neither painful nor itchy, just a little astringent.
Seeing the joy that was about to overflow in his eyes, Zheng Yi felt that there was no need to ask any more.
There are so many organs in the body, not only the mouth can say like.
He patted Yan Zhuo's shoulder and sincerely advised, "It will be very hard."
Not just this path, but this person you like.
How could Yan Zhuo not understand, he shook his head and said, "It's okay."
He won't say it, he will make his position clear, and even if his relationship can't get back on track and keeps going, he will hide it well.
unless…
"Unless he likes you, you..." Zheng Yi didn't finish. But Yan Zhuo understood.
only…
The odds of this "unless" are extremely slim.