Early the next morning, Zhao Hao and the others left. After completing the mission of the Angel Wall, Yan Zhuo was completely idle.
So he turned into Malatang again, like a loyal dog, circling around Song Yan every day.
The elderly choir of the nursing home has been organizing rehearsals in the front yard for the past two days, from morning till night. Twenty or thirty people froze and sang the magnificence of hundreds of people.
Yan Zhuo pinched his ears, and couldn't help complaining: "I don't know if there is an 'Extra Loud' award in the awards, if not, they will definitely leave empty-handed."
Probably Song Yan was also irritated by the quarrel, he rarely spoke up and asked, "When is the game?"
"There will be a game in two days. We will start tomorrow afternoon."
Speaking of this, Yan Zhuo rolled his eyes and asked, "Are you going when the time comes?"
Song Yan thought for a few seconds, his mouth moved slightly, and he was about to speak. Yan Zhuo was the first to say again: "I heard that the hot spring there is very good, I haven't been there yet. But if I'm the only young man, it's too boring."
He made his thoughts so obvious, Song Yan should be able to get it.
"You want me to go."
Song Yan's eyes are slender, and when Ta squinted his eyes and said this sentence, he looked like a king looking down on all living beings.
Yan Zhuo lowered his eyes, pretending to be relaxed and said: "Let's go together."
Nei Ze roared in his heart: let's go together! go!
"You are so old, it's time to soak in hot springs to keep healthy. I heard that people have to go out more to keep young and energetic." He said.
I'm so old? How old am I.
Yan Zhuo's few words successfully angered Song Tianxian, he sneered and said, "Then you are not afraid of infection after staying in my room for so long? Get out."
"..."
Hey, I didn't mean that! Hey!
Yan Zhuo was kicked out by Song Wuqing just like that, he sighed speechlessly, and comforted himself: "This is half the success." After all, Song Yan didn't directly refuse.
At three o'clock in the afternoon the next day, Yan Zhuo stood in front of the bus dragging a small suitcase, besides him, Qin Xiao and Xu Yue were among the staff.
The two girls held hands and chatted about skin care products, leaving only Yan Zhuo alone to count the number of people.
When Yan Zhuo counted halfway, he couldn't control himself, and glanced at Song Yan who was standing at the back.
He tried his best to control the corners of his raised mouth, pursed his lips and said as unemotionally as possible: "Well... everyone is here, let's get in the car."
When they got in the car, Yan Zhuo naturally sat next to Song Yan.
He opened the car window, and the air-conditioning instantly filled the cramped seat between the seats.
Song Yan tilted his head in his direction.
Yan Zhuo explained: "I get motion sickness, especially the bus."
Song Yan nodded, leaned against the seat and closed his eyes. This signal is obvious, and it means that you don't want to chat with people along the way.
But fortunately, Yan Zhuo didn't talk much when he was motion sick.
He shrank his head, hid his chin in his collar, and raised his eyes to secretly look at Song Yan.
After watching for an unknown amount of time, Song Yan suddenly stretched out his hand, caressed his face, and turned his face to the other side.
"Don't look at it." Song Yan said.
He can always accurately sense Yan Zhuo's line of sight in the boundless darkness, and he doesn't know if this is a kind of superpower.
Fortunately, the two of them sat in the last row with no one next to them. If someone sees it, Yan Zhuo's thoughts will suddenly be exposed in broad daylight, and it's hard not to be imagined.
He sighed and then gave himself some mental training, calm down, why think so much, it would be more practical to take a nap.
He imitated Song Yan and sat upright, leaning back against the seat, and slowly closed his eyes.
Yan Zhuo woke up from being frozen alive.
It was refreshing to open the window for a while, and he didn't feel a strong chill until the surroundings darkened.
He pressed the phone screen, it was six nine minutes past nine.
The lights in the car were not turned on, and the chattering before going to sleep also stopped, everything was so silent.
Song Yan next to him had woken up early and was motionless, wondering what he was thinking.
Because the light was too dim, Yan Zhuo couldn't see his expression clearly. He could only see the light reflected into his eyes from the outside, which was clear and bright.
After a while, I got off the highway. The people in the car woke up one by one, and then the driver turned on the lights, and the inside of the car immediately became clear and bright.
And less than 30 minutes away from the hot spring, everyone started to make noise again, a group of elderly people were as excited as children.
Qin Xiao said, "Hey, what's the name of our choir? It can't be called Ningkang Choir. It doesn't have any sparkle."
Yan Zhuo thought for two seconds and asked, "How is the Sunset Red Orchestra?"
Grandma Yang said, "No, we have already decided on names."
The "we" in her mouth refers to those who have a good relationship, Grandma Jin and Aunt Xu.
Qin Xiao asked curiously: "What?"
"Ningkang waits for death."
"..."
A few seconds of blankness appeared on Yan Zhuo's face, and he repeated uncertainly: "Wait... wait for the dead team?"
"yes.
Yan Zhuo was speechless: "This name is not very... auspicious." In his short life of more than 20 years, he has never encountered such a straightforward team name.
Grandma Yang saw it openly, and didn't think the name was unlucky. She said: "Birth, old age, sickness and death follow nature, why should it be considered taboo. The average age of our group of participants is 68, and half of their bodies are buried in the ground. Twenty years old is different from eighty years old, like At our age, we are not afraid of anything."
Yan Zhuo was silent.
Grandma Yang said: "The word death is not synonymous with inauspiciousness, nor is waiting for death. We always have to step into this moment, but the daily happiness is very real, and that is enough."
Yan Zhuo nodded, he admitted that he was persuaded. Death is taboo because of the fear of its inevitability.
If death were no longer frightening, no one would be taboo about it.
Too many people booked in the hot spring hotel, fortunately they booked early to grab a few rooms. Everyone held the allocated room cards, as expected, Yan Zhuo and Song Yan were in the same room.
He took the room card and walked towards Song Yan who was on the sofa.
Along the way, he tried his best to suppress the ripples in his heart and force himself to calm down. He jokingly said to Song Yan: "Don't grind your teeth or snore at night, I'm a very light sleeper, and I'll wake up with a start if there's any movement."
Song Yan sat on the sofa and said without expression: "Ask the front desk if you can add an extra room, and I will pay for the room fee."
"..."
This is different from what I imagined.
Yan Zhuo hurriedly said: "There are a lot of people here, they are all booked in advance, so there are no vacancies." He said: "You can just sleep with me, don't worry if I don't grind my teeth or snore. "
How humble. he thinks. I left all of my prospects on Song Yan.
The room is on the third floor, it is a standard room, and the two beds are very close to each other.
Yan Zhuo threw the suitcase away and rolled comfortably on the bed.
"I'll buy what do you want to eat?" He patted his stomach and said, "I'm hungry."
When he came, he found that there was an alley in front of the hotel, and there were vendors setting up stalls on both sides of the alley.
Song Yan was also hungry, and he was not in the mood to choose. He sat on the stool and said, "Whatever, anything is fine."
Yan Zhuo got up: "Then I'll just buy it casually, don't say that I don't like it or eat it."
Song Yan was silent for two seconds: "Forget it, I'll go with you."
Yan Zhuo was speechless, look, he knew how people with mouths could be so casual.
They took the elevator down, and Wu Yangyang, a large group of people in the lobby, became quiet when they got outside the hotel.
There has just been a snowfall here, and the mountains are covered with white snow. Looking into the distance, there is a vast expanse.
Yan Zhuo said: "I've heard that the hot spring here is very hot, but I didn't expect it to be so hot."
Song Yan said: "It's not bad."
This will say...
Yan Zhuo asked: "Have you been here before?"
"A long time ago." Song Yan said lightly.
At that time, his studio had just started for a year, and he and Meng Cheng brought all the staff here to play for two days after making a small profit.
When he comes again now, the people around him have changed. What remains the same is that he can still feel the familiar wind and smell. It is not clear that he belongs to this place alone.
It seems that after so many years, the wind just turned around and returned to the original point.
The alley is bustling with people who come to buy snacks. When Yan Zhuo saw this, he also wanted to buy it, and he also wanted to buy that, and he didn't decide what to eat in the end.
He walked to a stall that bought chicken meatballs, sniffed the aroma, swallowed his saliva, and decided to eat it.
"Do you want to eat chicken balls?" He asked Song Yan.
Song Yan: "No need, you can eat."
Yan Zhuo rubbed his fists, stared at it for a few seconds, then pointed to the leftmost one on the upper floor and said to the stall owner: "I want the biggest one." He pointed to a few more: "And those two over there... the one below. .”
Yan Zhuo gave full play to his foodie nature, choosing only juicy and juicy ones.
The owner responded and put the chicken meatballs in a cardboard box and handed them to him along with a spoon.
Yan Zhuo took out the money and walked back, while walking, he said with emotion: "It smells so good." He asked Song Yan: "Have you smelled it?"
"Hey, this one is really big," Yan Zhuo said, "Fortunately, I picked it up."
"Yes." Yan Zhuo bit the meatball and couldn't help but cast a glance under Song Yan, which almost choked him.
He endured it, endured it, endured it, and finally couldn't hold back a word of coquettish, he said: "I think you are quite big."
You're big... big... big... big...
The lingering sound hadn't dissipated yet, it was still lingering in his ears, Yan Zhuo wished he could bite off his tongue.
Is he crazy, or has his head twitched. All nonsense is jumping out.
What a misstep.
Yan Zhuo tilted his head, in order to cover up his embarrassment, he scooped up a ball and blew on it, then brought it to Song Yan's mouth.
"It's delicious, try one."
Song Yan was taken aback, as if he hadn't expected his behavior. After a few seconds, he stuck out his tongue and rolled away the meatball.
The slightly spicy chicken and carrot juice melted in his mouth, afraid that it would flow out, so he licked the corner of his mouth.
Looking at the spoon he had licked, Yan Zhuo blushed unapologetically.
It can't be blamed for his imagination, it's really that this situation is too inconsistent with Song Yan's character. He just wanted to tease Song Yan, and he thought Song Yan would refuse.
Next, every time Yan Zhuo used the spoon, he would have the illusion of being kissed.
This delusion lasted until the moment he finished eating the ball and threw away the spoon.