People are really irrational when they are angry. After Yan Zhuo ran out of the hotel, he wandered outside for a long time, and he didn't know where he went. He took out his phone to check the time, but when he touched it, the phone disappeared.
There is nothing wrong with the saying that when people drink cold water, their teeth will get stuck between them when they are unlucky. He suddenly thought of the pumpkin man who bumped into him in the auditorium, and cursed: "Grass."
This is different from the hustle and bustle next to the hotel. This is a wasteland near the hotel. There is deep silence and darkness. There are only a few dilapidated low-rise buildings connected in rows. There are some abstract skulls painted on the outer walls. Very cautious.
But at the moment Yan Zhuo wasn't in the mood to care about these things, he found a random step and sat down with his head down, feeling empty in his heart.
He shouldn't have said that Song Yan was mean. It's not like he just met Song Yan for a day. He actually knows Song Yan's character very well.
And even if...
Yan Zhuo imagined a picture of an old lover meeting with thunder and fire,
Then laugh at yourself.
Even if the old relationship rekindles, it's none of your business. Song Yan is a straight man, maybe you really think he can fall in love with you.
The principle is understood, but it is too difficult to implement. When he gets close to Song Yan, he can't help but get closer, a little closer.
Yan Zhuo buried his head between his legs and hugged himself with his arms, which was a very insecure behavior.
He is very insecure and flustered right now.
After an unknown amount of time, Yan Zhuo slowly raised his head. At this time, the sky was completely dark, only the buildings in the distance were emitting faint lights. Afraid of freezing to death outside, he was about to get up and go back to the hotel, when suddenly there was a sound of walking from far to near.
His hairs stood on end instantly, is there anyone else in this wretched place?
Without daring to think about it, Yan Zhuo walked quickly, afraid of meeting someone he shouldn't see. Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the hotel, when he passed a bare grove full of snow, he was blocked by someone.
The person blocking him was a man who had just finished peeing in the woods and was still walking unsteadily.
That man had a hulking back, and he was wearing a thick down jacket. It could be seen that he stretched his belly, at least two hundred catties, and his body smelled of alcohol, which stinks to the heavens.
Yan Zhuo let go of half of his heart gently, fortunately he was just a drunk, not a ghost. The other half's heart hangs high again, this drunkard came with no kindness.
The drunk squinted his eyes and stood still. He looked at Yan Zhuo and said, "Hey! What a cute girl."
"..."
"How about playing with me?"
"..."
Yan Zhuo gritted his back molars, playing with your mother, you big-headed ghost.
Drunkenness really makes people ugly, disgusting people are even more disgusting, and the other side of things that they usually dare not do and dare not show will be released while drinking.
He hated such a person the most in his life.
Yan Zhuo frowned in disgust, and wanted to go around the other party. At this moment, the other party made a stronger movement, he stretched out his arms and hugged Yan Zhuo violently.
A fat man of two hundred catties, with super strong hands. Yan Zhuo was almost strangled by him, and after coughing twice, he gritted his teeth and kicked the opponent's thigh vigorously: "Why don't you let go, I'm not a little girl."
I don't know if it's because of the tight wraps in winter, or because of the man who was beating Nai Bian, but he didn't respond at all, and still hugged Yan Zhuo tightly.
Bursts of foul-smelling wine smelled into his nose, and the man was still panting thickly in his ears, like a boar in heat, Yan Zhuo's stomach began to turn sour, and because he was caught by the other's arms Feeling humiliated by being chained to death.
It's so embarrassing.
"Go away." Yan Zhuo roared angrily, pushed him away with all his strength, and punched the man in the face with his right hand.
"Ahhhh—" the beaten man covered his left face and howled.
The drunk jumped up from behind him, and Yan Zhuo was thrown to the ground, and he had his arms to support him so that he wouldn't hit his head.
"What the hell do you want to do?"
Yan Zhuo almost uttered these words from between his teeth. The weight on his body was too heavy for him to breathe.
The drunkard said woo wa woo wa, I don't know what he said, Yan Zhuo couldn't understand, he only thought that if he didn't get up again, he would die here.
He clenched his hands into fists, took a breath, and turned over to lift the weight of the opponent on his body.
"Hoo..."
After finishing all this, Yan Zhuo wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Look, how ridiculous, it's minus ten degrees below zero.
He glanced at the dead pig lying aside and fell asleep in an instant, feeling ridiculous.
This day, it was really bad. It was so bad that he even felt that no one would believe him when he said it.
Suddenly footsteps came from afar, and someone shouted, "Yan Zhuo?"
Yan Zhuo was taken aback, and suddenly sat up from the ground, he struggled to get up, just as he took a step, someone pulled his trousers.
The dead pig didn't know when it woke up again, and came to mess with him again in a daze. Yan Zhuo twitched his left foot, the movement was too big, his right foot stepped on a bump on the ground, and tripped him.
pain.
It hurts.
But he didn't want Song Yan to know what happened just now.
Yan Zhuo endured the pain, and hopped forward with his left foot.
"Here I am," he called.
I don't know how Song Yan found it here, and how long he searched for it.
In short, the moment Yan Zhuo saw him, he suddenly felt wronged to the point of death, and then the overwhelming sadness and anger swept over him. He could no longer bear the dense pain from his feet, sat down on the ground, sobbed, and cried silently come out.
Damn, she's really a fucking little girl. Yan Zhuo thought.
He didn't want to be hypocritical, let alone cry, but he just couldn't help it. When he saw Song Yan, his tear glands seemed to be opened, and the tears flowed down.
Song Yan probably didn't expect that it would be like this as soon as he found Yan Zhuo, let alone... that the other party would cry, and he cried... so forbearably. Sighing, a look of helplessness flashed across Song Yan's face, and he said, "I didn't bring any paper."
Yan Zhuo choked up, raised his neck and said, "I don't need it."
The wind was strong, and the tears were dried as soon as they fell, sticking to his face in a splash, Yan Zhuo suddenly thanked Song Yan for not being able to see.
He must be super ugly like this.
Simply Yan Zhuo was not made of water, and he couldn't cry after crying for a minute. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, looking at the hotel in the distance in a daze.
Yan Zhuo asked, "Have you brought your mobile phone?"
Come out to find someone, how could you not bring it with you.
Song Yan asked: "What's wrong?"
"I twisted my foot."
During the fight just now, he was pinned to the foot by a stone.
"Can you stand up?" Song Yan asked.
Yan Zhuo tried to stand up, took a breath suddenly, and his voice changed: "It hurts~"
Song Yan lowered his eyes and sighed, a dense row of eyelashes fell down, casting shadows under his eyes.
Looking for Yan Zhuo has exhausted him, and now he is faced with the problem of how to go back, really...
He suddenly squatted down with his back to Yan Zhuo.
Yan Zhuo was stunned, and a few seconds later his eyes were red again.
Song Yan didn't feel his emotions, he still squatted on the ground with his hands behind his back, and said, "Come up."
Yan Zhuo still hesitated, and asked: "You carry me on your back... how do you get there?"
Song Yan said, "You lead the way."
Song Yan's back is wide and warm, Yan Zhuo is very comfortable lying on it. But he didn't dare to be presumptuous, he could only tilt his head slightly, and barely kept a safe distance from Song Yan.
Yan Zhuo is thin and not heavy. Song Yan didn't have any trouble carrying it on his back, and he walked very steadily with every step.
Yan Zhuo took his blind stick and showed him the way.
This road is very long, so Yan Zhuo has enough time to experience more things.
"How did you find me?" Yan Zhuo asked curiously. Song Yan couldn't see that it was inconvenient to travel, so how could he know that he was here.
Song Yan said, "Guess."
"??"
Song Yan may have thought of it, so it is rare to say a few words: "I used to have a friend like you, who would run away when he was angry. Last time..." He paused, and continued: "When we came here to play, As soon as he got angry, he ran to this wasteland."
Such a coincidence
Yan Zhuo: "Yes—?" He didn't name the person yet, but Song Yan had already guessed it, and directly denied it, saying: "No."
It wasn't Jiao Jingwei. Yan Zhuo asked: "Who is that?"
"you do not know."
Curiosity killed the cat, Yan Zhuo suddenly didn't want to ask. Whoever he is, Song Yan's past has nothing to do with him.
Yan Zhuo rested his head on Song Yan's back and arched slightly.
Song Yan paused, but ignored it.
Yan Zhuo arched again.
Song Yan told him patiently, and warned him, "Don't move around."
Yan Zhuo said, "I didn't move."
Song Yan got angry as soon as he heard his sophistry, and asked in a threatening tone: "Are you sure?" There was a feeling that as long as Yan Zhuo denied it, he would be thrown down.
"..." Yan Zhuo was wronged: "I really didn't move, I just rubbed."
Song Yan: "..."
He was speechless.
"Song Tianxian." Yan Zhuo shouted again.
"Um?"
Song Yan lifted his thigh up.
Yan Zhuo wrapped his arms around his neck tightly, thinking: I forgive you.
Although sometimes you are very cruel to me, but sometimes you are very kind to me.
So, let me be generous.
Who hasn't had a bad temper yet.
but…
He still remembers that on the day when the MP3 was broken, Song Yan told him angrily that a major rule of interpersonal communication is to be informed and to be interesting.
Yan Zhuo thought, he has never done these four words before, and it is impossible to do them in the future.
When Song Yan was beside him, he was never able to control himself.