After returning to the nursing home, Yan Zhuo started the recuperation mode. I can't do any work, so I can only hold back in the dormitory every day.
The only good news is that he only had mild soft tissue contusion, and he was able to get out of bed and walk after obediently staying in bed for three or four days.
The first thing Yan Zhuo did after he was able to leave was to buy a mobile phone and replenish a card. After finishing all this, he stopped by the cafeteria, where Malatang was kept in a utility room by him and Xu Yue.
He has not seen Malatang for a long time, and he misses it a little.
Of course, he didn't just miss Malatang, after coming out of the cafeteria, he "dropped in" to the inpatient department.
There were very few people in the inpatient department, and the corridor was very quiet. Even if he stepped on the thick carpet step by step, he could still hear friction.
Yan Zhuo walked to the door of 108, and just about to knock on the door, he heard a roar from inside: "How long are you going to do this?!"
This is Song Qiao's voice.
Yan Zhuo was stunned, and put down his hand again.
Song Qiao's impression has always been peaceful and calm, so when he yelled this sentence, with such a loud voice, it must be serious.
Yan Zhuo moved his feet, not knowing whether to leave or not.
It's a pity that he didn't give him too much time to think, so he heard Song Qiao continue: "Are you going to feel guilty until you die?"
Yan Zhuo was nailed to the spot.
"you misunderstood."
"I misunderstood?" Song Qiao laughed angrily, "Look at your box of coffee bags. How dare you say that I misunderstood you? Are you suffering from insomnia all night long, sleepy day after day, and then using coffee to numb yourself? You are sick, why can't you go to the doctor!"
Yan Zhuo frowned, he didn't expect that there was such a secret behind Song Yan's enthusiasm for coffee, and... Song Yan hadn't quit a long time ago
Full of doubts, Yan Zhuo decided to continue eavesdropping.
But after Song Qiao finished speaking, Song Yan fell silent for a long time.
After a while, Song Qiao came out from the house. Yan Zhuo didn't have time to escape, and was suddenly exposed to the sun.
He smiled awkwardly, and made a "shh" gesture to Song Qiao.
Song blushed and had a thick neck, as if his temper hadn't calmed down yet. He nodded towards the outside of the corridor, signaling to go out and talk.
The two went to the trash can where they smoked together last time, and Song Qiao skillfully took out the cigarette case: "One?"
Yan Zhuo took the cigarette and lit it.
After taking several puffs, Song Qiao asked, "How much have you heard?"
Yan Zhuo said truthfully: "Four sentences."
In just four sentences, the amount of information is huge.
Yan Zhuo said: "I used to see him drinking coffee, and then I reminded him a few words, I thought he listened..." Thinking about it now, how could it be so easy.
Song Qiao was also quite helpless, smoking heavily.
"That..." Yan Zhuo's Adam's apple twitched, swallowed and asked, "Mr. Song, why does he suffer from insomnia? Is it because of his eyes?"
"It's fine if it's just because of the eyes, he." Song Qiao was almost dying of worry, and didn't hide it, "he's bored."
"It's because..." Yan Zhuo guessed, "The friend who got into a car accident with him?"
Song Qiao looked at him in astonishment.
Yan Zhuo lowered his eyes and sniffed, it seems that he guessed right.
Song Qiao sighed, and said slowly: "They were in the same dormitory at university, and they had a very good relationship. After graduation, they co-founded a studio, opened a studio, struggled together, and passed through many... many difficult times. That day... Sigh …”
Perhaps that accident was an indelible pain for many people. Speaking of this, Song Qiao didn't know how to continue.
Is it the tone of the story, or regret.
Yan Zhuo waited quietly. After a long time, Song Qiao continued: "The day of the accident was Chinese New Year's Eve. There was a sudden accident in the studio, so they drove there. As a result, the accident happened just as they got on the outer ring road. Three cars collided in succession. They were the one in the middle."
Yan Zhuo seemed to be able to imagine the tragic scene at that time, Song Yan's face was covered with blood, and his mind was suddenly confused. He took a deep breath of the cigarette, and when his mind cleared up, he asked again: "You just said that Song Yan was guilty, what... is he guilty of?"
The air outside was cold and windy, and the smoke was burning faster than usual.
Song Qiao glanced at the soot on the floor and said, "When the car behind was hit, Meng Cheng was in the driver's seat. He turned the steering wheel and used the driver's seat to block the collision with the car in front."
"The co-pilot is Song Yan."
Yan Zhuo opened his mouth and looked at Song Qiao in surprise. He didn't expect this answer.
It is unimaginable for anyone to be concerned about the safety of another person when his life is hanging by a moment. No wonder Song Yan felt so guilty and sad. If it was him, he might never be able to get out.
Song Qiao knew what he was thinking from his expression.
Song Qiao said: "Unexpected, right? I also didn't expect it. It stands to reason that people subconsciously protect themselves first in critical situations... But there are some things that cannot be said logically."
"In short, this incident hit Song Yan very hard. He couldn't come out and couldn't sleep. I remember that before he came to the nursing home at the beginning, he was in a very bad state of mind. He stayed at home day and night, Apart from drinking, drinking is drinking, and I can't see anything alive in him."
"It's strange to say that when Song Yan was disobedient and went to bed late when he was young, I would scare him, saying that if he didn't sleep at all, he would suffer from insomnia when he grew up. At that time, he naively asked me what insomnia meant. Who knew later..."
"Later..." Yan Zhuo muttered these two words, and then fell silent.
Later... he really didn't sleep well.
Every time after chatting with Song Qiao, Yan Zhuo would feel uncomfortable, and this time was no exception.
He quietly walked to the door of 108, hesitating between knocking and not knocking.
Yan Zhuo is good at using gags to face Song Yan. If the other party is unhappy, he will make some jokes to make the other party happy, but now he doesn't know what to do.
What happened to Song Yan was too heavy, so heavy that it was difficult for others to breathe.
He suddenly thought of Frida's painting "The Broken Spine".
No one can face suffering calmly.
Here is a silent dark corridor, no light can shine in. The fourteen doors are arranged on both sides and are tightly closed.
No one goes out and no one goes in.
No one would see a young man standing quietly at the door of one of the doors with his head bowed, panicked and tangled.
I don't know how long I stood there, but my legs felt numb.
Yan Zhuo made a decision.
But love can get you through adversity.
He pushed open the door.
Sunlight poured through the window from a height of 10,000 meters. Song Yanduan sat in front of the window, quietly like a sculpture.
Nice but cold.
"Song Yan." Yan Zhuo walked to his side and called softly.
"Is there something wrong?" Song Yan said, his voice was low, as if he was suppressing his strong emotions.
"Yes," Yan Zhuo said, "It's almost Valentine's Day, I'll discuss it with you."
Song Yan finally got a hint of expression, pursed his lips and said, "What do you want to discuss?"
"How to chase someone."
"..." Song Yan asked, "Do you have someone you like?"
"Yeah!" Yan Zhuo nodded, and said firmly, "I really like it!"
Song Yan was aroused by his words, and rarely had a trace of curiosity. He asked, "In a nursing home?"
"yes."
Song Yan recalled Yan Zhuo's teasing of Xu Yue's words on the return bus, and suddenly understood.
"Can you teach me some skills in chasing people?" Yan Zhuo asked him.
"Me?" Song Yan said, "I can't teach, I haven't chased girls before."
Yan Zhuo didn't believe it: "Then how did your ex-girlfriend get here?"
Song Yan raised his eyebrows.
"..."
Yan Zhuo reacted instantly.
Although he has never chased others, others can chase him in turn.
After being speechless for a long time, he silently added another label to Song Yan in his heart - Tsundere.
Yan Zhuo asked him: "What do you think of me? Do you think he will agree to me if I confess to him?"
"Oh," Song Yan said with a smile, "You shouldn't ask me this, men see men and women see men from different angles."
But I just want to ask you.
Yan Zhuo stared at his face, not letting go of a trace of expression, and asked persistently: "Then how do you see me from your point of view? How am I?"
He clenched his fists tightly, feeling nervous in his heart.
Song Yan thought for two seconds before saying calmly, "Very good."
"Ah?" Yan Zhuo was dumbfounded, he never thought that Song Yan would say two words.
"I said you are very good, you are very good."
Yan Zhuo looked up at Song Yan and closed his eyes. He almost blurted out "So you like it?"
He couldn't tell what it was like right now, he only knew that his heart was beating so fast that it was about to break through the restraints of his body.
Yan Zhuo really wanted to reach out and touch Song Yan's face, but he held back.
So, who is cheating on whom
At this moment, he couldn't tell the difference.