As soon as he entered the hall, Yan Zhuo yelled and jumped down from behind Song Yan. He stood on one leg and said to Song Yan: "Wait for me here, I'll go to the front desk."
Yan Zhuo didn't say what's the matter, Song Yan didn't ask, he nodded and sat on the sofa quietly waiting for him.
After Yan Zhuo arrived at the front desk, he whispered to a staff member: Hello, when I was walking just now, I saw a drunk man lying on the wasteland in front of him. It's too cold, and I'm afraid he'll freeze to death outside. I lost my mobile phone, can you call the police for me? "
The staff member was a young lady, her face changed when she heard this, and she immediately greeted a few security guards to carry her.
Yan Zhuo glanced and reminded: "Three people may not be able to lift..."
The young lady called three more.
Yan Zhuo nodded: "This is enough."
After dealing with the drunkard's affairs, Yan Zhuo felt relieved. After entering the elevator, he held the handle of the elevator and made a golden rooster stand alone. The walls of the elevator were shiny and clear, and it seemed to him that he was a bit funny now.
He didn't realize it just now, but when he was illuminated by the cold white light, he realized that his body was covered with mud and water stains, and he was dizzy circle after circle on the white down jacket.
Yan Zhuo muttered: "This is my favorite piece of clothing, why is it so dirty?"
Song Yan heard it, and asked casually: "How did you do it?"
"Oh..." Yan Zhuo glanced at him, and said evasively, "That's it... I accidentally fell, not only my feet were sprained, but also my clothes were dirty." He kept silent about being bullied The first thing is embarrassing, and the second is... he doesn't know what it is, so he feels that Song Yan can't let him know.
Song Yan was a little helpless, and said, "I really convinced you."
Song Yan supported Yan Zhuo all the way back to the room. He asked Yan Zhuo to sit up on the bed before asking: "Your phone is out of battery? The phone has been turned off all the time."
Yan Zhuo said awkwardly: "I was picked up in the auditorium..."
"Pick?"
"It was stolen."
"..." Song Yan was silent for two seconds: "It's really possible."
"Who will do it? A thief?"
"You," Song Yan said, "you are really unlucky." After he finished speaking, he actually laughed.
Seeing him taking pleasure in other's misfortune, Yan Zhuo felt courageous for some reason, stretched out his hands to strangle his neck, and threatened: "Say it again!"
"Don't make trouble." Song Yan tilted his head and warned him: "Put your hands down."
"Oh." Yan Zhuo put his hands on his lap obediently.
Song Yan asked: "Is your foot okay?"
"Not good..." Yan Zhuo looked at his swollen ankle, and laughed at himself: "You once, me once, we are destined."
"What?"
"A sprained foot."
Song Yan was speechless, with black lines all over his head.
Maybe it was because his expression changed too quickly, Yan Zhuo smirked for a while, and when he finished laughing, he said seriously: "I'm sorry."
The apology came so suddenly, Song Yan didn't react for a moment. After he reacted, Yan Zhuo continued to say half-jokingly: "Since I met you, I seem to have been saying sorry. At first I thought it would be okay to hear you say it, but now it doesn't matter. Anyway... I am thick-skinned , the big deal is to stalk you after you make a mistake, I don’t believe you can still push me away.”
He is too easy to make mistakes in front of Song Yan, and he will always offend Song Yan unintentionally. But on the other hand, there is no way for him to change at present, unless he is far away from Song Yan.
What he said was a bit foolish, and Song Yan listened to it bluntly.
Although he couldn't see Yan Zhuo's face, and he didn't even know what the person in front of him looked like, but at this moment, he was able to outline a stubborn, unreasonable and rascal expression in his mind and faintly glimpsed the outline.
What a miraculous thing.
After a while, Qin Xiao came from the next door with medicine and spray in his hand.
Yan Zhuo was slightly surprised when he saw her, and asked, "How do you know I sprained my ankle?"
Qin Xiao said: "Mr. Song called me and said."
Yan Zhuo let out an "oh", probably Song Yan called him when he was looking for someone at the front desk. He couldn't help but look at Song Yan who was sitting on the sofa, a little pleased.
Song Yan is a contradictory body, sometimes indifferent, sometimes very heartwarming, it makes people love and hate.
Qin Xiao put down his things, looked at his feet, and said, "It's nothing serious. It's similar to Mr. Song's situation at that time. You can take care of yourself in the same way you took care of Mr. Song at that time."
Yan Zhuo nodded: "I'm sorry to trouble you."
Qin Xiao snorted: "Heal your wounds well, you can kowtow even when you come out to play, look at your down jacket is dirty, it looks like you had a fight with someone else."
"..."
It was really said by her.
Yan Zhuo laughed dryly, and passed away.
Before going to bed at night, Yan Zhuo purposely put a pillow under his feet, for fear that he would accidentally touch his ankle in the middle of the night and cause the pig to scream.
The next morning, when it was just dawn, Yan Zhuo was awakened by urinating, and was a little anxious to go to the toilet. As soon as his right foot landed, he fell back on the bed with an "ah".
He forgot his sprained ankle.
Song Yan has been awake for a long time, lying on the bed thinking about something, he heard the movement and asked: "What's wrong?"
"I want to go to the toilet," Yan Zhuo said, "Can you help me, I'm anxious."
"..."
Song Yan lifted the quilt, groped to get up, and when he helped Yan Zhuo, he couldn't help but sneered: "You are really not polite at all."
Yan Zhuo was already very embarrassed, and when he heard his words, he simply "cut" and said, "You forgot how I took care of you when you sprained your ankle last time, and you must remember to be grateful."
OK, thank you. Song Yan kept helping Yan Zhuo to the toilet and said, "I'll wait for you at the door."
Seeing his impatience, Yan Zhuo thought to himself that it was really embarrassing, and he didn't want Song Yan to help him after the quick solution, at worst he would work harder and skip around.
But Song Yan was waiting at the door, and as soon as Yan Zhuo opened the door, he took the initiative to help Yan Zhuo.
"You're... quite proactive." Yan Zhuo said.
Song Yan narrowed his eyes and said in displeasure, "Why, you're only happy when I'm a white-eyed wolf?"
"No, no, no..." Yan Zhuo shook his head like a rattle, he enjoyed Song Yan like this.
Maybe Song Yan felt a little guilty towards him too. Yan Zhuo thought.
At eight o'clock sharp, the return bus stopped at the entrance of the hotel on time.
When passing by the hall, the little girl at the front desk yesterday suddenly ran over to him and said, "The drunk man woke up yesterday and just went to the bathroom. He asked about you and said he wanted to apologize to you."
Song Yan was taken aback: "Drunk? Apologize?"
"Thank you! It's thanks!" Yan Zhuo glanced at Song Yan, and hurriedly said to the front desk: "Girl, you heard me wrong, what can he do to apologize to me..." The more he said, the more guilty he became, and the last few words sounded like Mosquitoes.
The little girl at the front desk frowned, and whispered, "No." The fat man was obviously apologizing, but he also said that drinking too much would make a big mistake and he was almost beaten to death.
"You must have heard it wrong." Yan Zhuo continued to brainwash her, saying: "I'll leave first if I have something to do, and I don't need to thank you. You tell that fat man to drink less alcohol in the future, or you will die if you drink too much."
When he finally said that word, Yan Zhuo's expression suddenly became very serious, the little girl was frightened, and nodded in a daze.
It was hard for Song Yan to help Yan Zhuo because he couldn't see, they were the last to get on the bus. As soon as Yan Zhuo got into the car, he couldn't wait to ask: "How is it, what place did you get in the race?"
Xu Yue said, "The third prize."
Upon hearing this, Yan Zhuo bumped Song Yan with his elbow, and repeated with a smile: "Third prize~"
"heard it."
After driving for a while, Yan Zhuo started to feel drowsy. The seat was the same as when he came, and he also sat with Song Yan on the return trip, so he knocked his head on Song Yan's shoulder as soon as he lowered his head.
"Why do you feel sleepy as soon as you get in the car?" Xu Yue sat in the front row and just turned her head to see this scene, and asked, "Did you not sleep well last night?"
"Uh..." Yan Zhuo said, "I slept pretty well."
In addition to being woken up by urine in the morning.
"Really? I thought that under certain circumstances, you would not be able to sleep." Xu Yue said. I don't know if it was Yan Zhuo's illusion, but I always felt that she glanced at Song Yan when she said the word "specific".
"What's wrong with that?" Yan Zhuo frowned, and joked, "Why, did you lie on the window sill last night to watch me sleep?"
"..." Xu Yue stammered, not knowing what to refute for a while.
Yan Zhuo continued to flirt: "If you like brother, just tell me straight up, don't do anything sneaky."
"..."
Qin Xiao couldn't stand it any longer, and said, "That's all right, Yan Zhuo, I'm not as shameless as you."
"Hahahaha..." Yan Zhuo laughed a few times, "How fun it is to make a joke."
Song Yan glanced over his head, and suddenly asked in a deep voice, "Is it fun?"
His expression was serious, Yan Zhuo was inexplicably frightened, and immediately denied: "It's not fun, it's not fun."
"Sleep." Song Yan said almost as if ordering.
"oh… "
Yan Zhuo touched the tip of his nose, and obediently closed his eyes. After a while, his head fell on Song Yan's shoulder, and at the last moment of falling into a deep sleep, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: This trip is quite worth it.