The next day, when the sky was bright, Yan Zhuo was woken up by the sound of dogs barking. He rubbed his eyes and stared at the plain white ceiling in a daze. But before he stared blankly for five seconds, he suddenly realized that this was not his room, and the bed under him was not the bed in his room.
There was a rustling sound not far away, Yan Zhuo swallowed, and turned his head slowly.
Perhaps it was because Yan Zhuo occupied his bed, Song Yan sat on the small sofa all night, and was really sleepy in the morning, so he squinted his eyes and dozed off for a while.
When Yan Zhuo woke up, he was still awake, leaning his head on the sofa, even after falling asleep, he looked very tired.
This is really stolen time, Yan Zhuo stared intently at Song Yan's sleeping face. Tightly pursed lips, furrowed brows.
What did you dream about? Yan Zhuo thought, he couldn't even sleep well.
After a while, Song Yan suddenly opened his eyes, Yan Zhuo had the feeling of staring at him in an instant, panicked, his body tensed up instantly, and he pulled the quilt over his head.
so close.
Yan Zhuo took a deep breath.
After patting his heart, he remembered that Song Yan couldn't see, so what if they looked at each other.
His body relaxed again instantly, he stretched out his hand to open a slit in the quilt, glanced at Song Yan through the light, and buried his head deeply in the pillow.
He is now lying on Song Yan's bed, covered with Song Yan's quilt, and pillowed on Song Yan's pillow, feeling the joy of "dove occupying magpie's nest" in his heart.
Anyway, Song Yan didn't kick him out when he was drunk, did he
Of course, Yan Zhuo would not be self-righteous and think that Song Yan had some thoughts about him, at most it was because of that little old friendship.
"Get up when you wake up." Song Yan said, his voice contained the hoarseness of getting up early.
Yan Zhuocong was exposed by himself, stroked his own hair, sat on the edge of the bed, and said embarrassedly: "I, I just woke up."
"Um."
Yan Zhuo asked again: "Why did I come to you?"
Listen to this ridiculous interrogative sentence.
Song Yan laughed angrily: "Are you asking me?"
Seeing that the situation was not good, Yan Zhuo quickly shook his head: "No, no, I'm talking to myself."
"Ah."
Song Yan snorted coldly, last night, he had used up half his life's patience. This will really not give the other party a good face, and I am very irritable.
Seeing him like this, Yan Zhuo didn't dare to say anything for a moment, and after holding back for a long time, he asked cautiously: "I, I, I... What did I do yesterday?"
Song Yan's expression was uneasy, and he held back the words he wanted to ridicule, and said lightly: "No."
He really didn't want to help Yan Zhuo recall it.
Impossible, Yan Zhuo thought, it’s not just a matter of a day or two that his wine quality is not good, he didn’t do anything after drinking too much yesterday and went to find Song Yan, it really doesn’t fit his terrible rubbish wine quality, let alone His wolfish ambition is obvious.
But I'm also glad that I didn't do anything, if I did him and Song Yan, it would be completely over. Although now almost no friends have to do.
Yan Zhuo smiled dryly and said, "No, it's fine if you don't have one." He looked out the window: "You haven't eaten breakfast yet. If you want to eat, I'll go to the cafeteria to buy it for you."
"No."
Ah... that's it. Yan Zhuo smacked his lips regretfully, stood up and said, "Then...then I'll go first."
"Um."
Yan Zhuo stopped in the middle of the walk: "I... can I use the bathroom, I just go out like this... it doesn't look good."
"..."
After tidying up, Yan Zhuo was refreshed and got 108. When I walked to the inpatient hall, I saw Xu Yue. She was sitting on the sofa, holding Malatang in her arms.
Yan Zhuo walked over, stroked Malatang's hair, and said, "I said, why did I hear the dog barking early in the morning, so it was you, Malatang."
Xu Yue kept bowing her head and following the dog's hair, she didn't notice which direction Yan Zhuo came from, she thought he just came to work. So he wondered, "How did you hear that the dormitory is so far away from the inpatient hall?"
Yan Zhuo was stunned for a moment, then teased himself and said, "I'm going with the wind."
Of course Xu Yue wouldn't believe his nonsense, she wished she had "just blow it up" written all over her face.
Yan Zhuo was amused, and continued talking nonsense: "It's true."
Xu Yue glared at Yan Zhuo, and asked, "New Year's Eve will be in three days, when will you go home?"
Yan Zhuo didn't bother to explain to her that he never went home during Chinese New Year, so he said vaguely, "It depends on the situation."
Xu Yue was keenly aware of his emotions, so she stopped asking. She patted Malatang on the back and said, "My sister will miss you when she gets home."
Yan Zhuo asked her:? "When are you coming back?"
"Tomorrow afternoon." Xu Yue said, "My grandma will come back in the morning the day after tomorrow, and there will be no one here on New Year's Eve."
Yan Zhuo nodded: "All the way..." The phone in his pocket rang suddenly, and he took it out and glanced at it.
Liu Yan.
"Bon voyage." Yan Zhuo finished, "I'll take a call."
Yan Zhuo walked to a secluded place with his mobile phone, and then answered slowly: "Mom—"
"Xiao Zhuo, why did it take so long to answer the phone?"
Yan Zhuo was talking nonsense: "I'm at work, I'm very busy, what's the matter?"
"Oh... That's it..." Liu Yan paused and said, "It's nothing else, I just... want to ask if you will come back this year?"
Yan Zhuo simply said: "I won't go back."
Liu Yan sighed: "It's been a few years, and you're not coming back? Don't you miss home?"
That's your home, not mine. Yan Zhuo held back the words in his heart and almost blurted out, but luckily he held back in time.
"You just have to celebrate the new year well, I have friends here with me."
"That's also a friend, isn't it, and there is no blood relationship. Well, since your father left, when Mom thinks that you are so young—"
Yan Zhuo hated her talking about the past very much, and the talk was endless, so he interrupted directly: "Enough, don't talk about it."
There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone.
Perhaps realizing that his voice was too loud, Yan Zhuo felt a little guilty, so he couldn't help but soften his tone: "Don't talk about these old things...it's not interesting. You and your family can celebrate the New Year well. Help me give Uncle Yang a voice." , Tell Yang Muyou that sometimes my brother will go back to see her."
"good… "
After Yan Zhuo hung up the phone, he felt deeply tired. He pinched the bridge of his nose and stared at something empty.
Family fun.
These four words are sometimes quite ironic.
His family broke up many years ago, how can they pretend to be happy. Do you want someone else's family to be laughing and laughing, and he will follow silly music by the side? He asked himself that he didn't have such a strong heart, so he couldn't be heartless.
As early as the day his father died, he had no home.
On New Year's Eve, all the people in the nursing home left, and the courtyard was completely silent.
Perhaps it was because Yan Zhuo hadn't come home for several years, Gao Hongming felt sorry for him, and specially wrapped a big red envelope for him when he left, calling it "lucky money".
Yan Zhuo laughed and said, "I'm already twenty-four years old, what kind of age do I have to be?"
"No?" Gao Hongming stretched out his hand to grab it, "Give it back to me."
Yan Zhuo quickly put the red envelope into his pocket and winked: "My birth year! Next year is my birth year!"
Gao Hongming was amused by him: "You boy, you boy can do it." He patted Yan Zhuo's shoulder, and said earnestly: "Have a good New Year, eat something good, don't wrong yourself."
These last five words are not without reason. Gao Hongming still remembers that Yan Zhuo's life was very difficult when he first came here. Apart from being a volunteer in a nursing home, he also worked part-time in other places. He didn't tell his embarrassment until he couldn't bear it and fainted on the job.
The annual tuition and materials for art students are very expensive, and Yan Zhuo has no money to pay for the next year's tuition.
In fact, Gao Hongming didn't understand why he, a child who had just grown up and was still studying, didn't go to his family to ask for money. It wasn't until the Chinese New Year that year, when Yan Zhuo insisted on staying in the nursing home, that he suddenly understood.
Not everyone has a happy family.
Gao Hongming was indulging in compassion, when Yan Zhuo, the man who was sympathized, asked with a playful smile: "Oh, that's right—last time in your office, what did you and Mr. Song say'how do you think Yan Zhuo? He stays in bed every New Year's Eve. What does 'not going home here' mean?"
Gao Hongming thought for two seconds: "Oh...it's nothing, just Mr. Song doesn't seem to spend New Year's Eve with his family this year. He said he was going to a certain place. Didn't he have trouble with his eyes, so he asked me to ask Ask if there is anyone in the courtyard who is not going home, he needs that person to take him there, and then give him money when he's done."
Yan Zhuo lowered his eyes: "That's it."
Where is Song Yan going, he is a little curious.
After Gao Hongming left, Yan Zhuo went to the inpatient department. He wanted to see if there was anyone in 108. As he expected, Song Yan was not there, and the room was empty.
Yan Zhuo walked out of the room in a daze, the little hope in his heart was shattered to nothing.
He subconsciously took out his phone, but he didn't call it. So what if you fight in the past, even if Song Yan really needs help, I'm afraid he won't ask for it.
In fact, Yan Zhuo felt right. Before Gao Hongming left, he reminded Song Yan that if necessary, he could find Yan Zhuo, but Song Yan refused.
He booked a car with the voice function of his mobile phone and took him to Qimingshan Cemetery.
He never forgot what day it is today.
Qiming Mountain is not close to the nursing home, and it was almost evening when Song Yan arrived.
Meng Cheng's tombstone is on the mountainside. After registering, he couldn't see it because he couldn't see it. Finally, the on-duty administrator sent him up.
In recent days, it has been snowing constantly and the mountain roads are slippery, making it extremely difficult to walk. It took them a long time to get there.
Meng Cheng's tombstone is placed at the exit leading down the mountain, which is very easy to find. Song Yan knelt down to touch the cold tombstone, but accidentally touched a bunch of flowers, the petals were very fresh and slightly damp.
Song Yan asked: "Someone came here just now?"
The administrator said "ah" and said, "...yes, a young lady."
Song Yan nodded, no need to ask, he already knew who it was.
City H is already cold, let alone on the mountain, it is almost freezing to death.
The administrator stomped his feet and said, "Then if you're okay, I'll go down first, and I'll come up to pick you up later."
Song Yan said: "It's troublesome." He took out the wallet from his pocket, took out three, and handed them to the administrator.
The administrator was embarrassed to take it, and refused: "No... no need, I didn't do anything..."
"It should."
Seeing his serious expression, the administrator seemed to say ""You must take what I give".
This is probably the bad taste of rich people, the administrator no longer refuses, and silently accepts his kindness.
After the administrator left, Song Yan sat alone on the steps of the tombstone, and after a long silence, he said, "I'm sorry, I'm late."
Surrounded by silence, he spoke lightly, and there was an indescribable sense of sadness at this moment.
Song Yan has always been unable to accept Meng Cheng's death more than his own blindness, especially when he learned that a large part of the reason for Meng Cheng's death was to save him.
Song Yan stroked the photo on the tombstone, he had actually known it all along, and he knew it a long time ago.
Meng Cheng likes him.
Not like between friends.
It's just that he kept pretending not to know, and Meng Cheng also pretended not to know...his pretending. Then sandwiched between him and Jiao Jingwei to be the most competent friend, delicate and balanced.
Finally, after Meng Cheng left, the balance lost weight.
He can no longer be indifferent.
But now, when he also regards Yan Zhuo as a friend, the fact that Yan Zhuo likes him is another helpless fate for him.
No solution.
"Why do you like me?" Song Yan lowered his head and lowered his eyes, and he didn't know who he was asking, "What good can you do if you like me?"
The wind whistled in his ears, and no one would respond to him.
After a long time, there were a few footsteps, and then someone said, "So that's how it is."