The chaotic and blurred night finally passed, and it made people dream and die several times.
The next day, the sky brightened and the warm sun hit the bed through the window, Yan Zhuo woke up misty.
He moved his body slightly, and he could still slightly feel the absurdity of last night. In just a few hours, he has developed an improper relationship with someone...
It was even scarier than being chased and bitten by a neighbor's dog to get a rabies vaccine when he was a child.
Thinking of last night... He looked at the ceiling, still a little overwhelmed.
The person next to him didn't seem to be awake yet, lying on his side with his eyes closed and rushing towards him.
Yan Zhuo secretly glanced at Song Yan for a while, thinking: How can someone look so foul.
He couldn't help but brought his face closer.
When he was about to touch Song Yan's mouth, Yan Zhuo moved and kissed Song Yan's chin.
never mind.
He should be more restrained.
In case Song Yan is woken up, the loss outweighs the gain.
Yan Zhuo was struggling there, but he didn't know that Song Yan had already woken up.
When Yan Zhuo was still asleep, he woke up.
So Song Yan knew everything Yan Zhuo did after he woke up.
how to say.
When he was doing it, he was only driven by desire, without thinking so much, he suddenly ignited the fire of desire. After dawn, when the fire of desire was burned out and only embers were left, he suddenly realized that he was... a little flustered.
After being quiet for a while, Yan Zhuo almost fell asleep again, before Song Yan opened his eyes.
Grass.
The moment Song Yan opened his eyes, the visual impact was too great, Yan Zhuo blinked, and then suppressed the waves in his heart. He bit his lower lip shyly, and said in a muffled voice, "Good morning."
"morning… "
Yan Zhuo pretended to be calm and asked: "Did you sleep well last night?"
Song Yan: "Yes."
Yan Zhuo and Song Yan were covered with a quilt, and they were lying on the same bed without a strand of quilt, and even a little movement could touch each other's hot skin.
Song Yan moved back uncomfortably.
When the distance between the two was safe, he said slowly, "You—"
"Um?"
"... Are you uncomfortable down here?"
under? cough. Yan Zhuo almost choked on his own saliva. He pinched his palm hard and said, "I, I'm fine."
"Oh." Song Yan realized that he had committed a stupidity. After saying this word, the room became strangely silent, and the two of them did not mention it further in a tacit understanding.
After a while, Song Yancai added another sentence: "You are too thin, in the future... eat more meat."
"Oh," Yan Zhuo's heart tingled, he said, "OK..."
Song Yan was afraid that he would say more stupid things if he continued talking, so he lifted the quilt and said, "Get up.
Just after getting dressed, Yan Zhuo's stomach groaned, which was particularly abrupt in the quiet room. He explained embarrassingly: "I...I ate a lot last night, and I don't know why I'm so hungry."
"..."
Yan Zhuo asked: "Are you hungry?"
Song Yan nodded expressionlessly.
"I think so," Yan Zhuo muttered, "You exercise so much..."
Song Yan was fastening his belt, when he heard this, he snapped his fingers, and glanced at the end of his eyes expressionlessly, which shocked Yan Zhuo.
Yan Zhuo bowed his head obediently, he always seems to make a good atmosphere awkward.
The cafeteria was on holiday, and the restaurants near the nursing home were closed, so what to eat for breakfast became a problem.
Yan Zhuo asked Song Yan: "I stocked up a few bags of instant noodles, do you want to eat?"
Song Yan got dressed and said, "Eat by yourself, I'll be busy soon."
"Are you leaving?"
Song Yan hummed.
Yan Zhuo suddenly felt disappointed. It was the New Year's Eve, and he thought he would finally not have to eat alone this time.
"Then... when will you come back?"
Song Yan said truthfully, "I don't know."
Yan Zhuo lowered his head: "That's it."
Maybe it was because Yan Zhuo's tone of voice was too aggrieved, and Song Yan felt a little guilty.
They... just had that kind of relationship, wouldn't it be good to just walk away like this.
He paused for two seconds and said, "If you have nothing to do, come with me."
Yan Zhuo was like a small sapling being watered, straightened up and thrived with a "swish": "I'm fine, I'm fine!"
During the Chinese New Year, City H was an empty city, with no one on the road. The cold wind whizzed into the neckline, making Yan Zhuo shudder.
"Hiss—" Yan Zhuo's lips turned purple from the cold, he complained, "I really can't stand the weather in this city."
Song Yan has lived here since he was a child, and he is used to it. He asked casually, "Aren't you a local?"
"That's not it," Yan Zhuo sniffed, and said, "My home is in the far south city."
A howling wind blew past, and the last two words were blown into the air. Song Yan didn't hear the city clearly. He gathered his scarf and continued walking forward without much concern.
Song Yan promised Song Qiao that he would go home on the first day of the first day, so he took Yan Zhuo directly to the place where he lived since he was a child.
"Xinqiao Orphanage." Yan Zhuo stood at the door of an old house and read out these words.
So this is the place, he thought, where Song Yan was adopted.
Pushing open the gate and entering the yard, Yan Zhuo realized that the place is very big, and there is a big bare tree in the middle of the yard.
Song Qiao was cooking in the kitchen. He was in a small room on the left side of the yard. When he heard the commotion, he hurried out to look. When he saw Yan Zhuo, he was stunned for a moment, and asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"
Yan Zhuo's expression was blank for a moment, what should he say
He silently squinted at Song Yan. He and Song Yan might not even be considered friends in the eyes of others. He came to the other party's house to celebrate the New Year on the first day of the new year. Was it a bit disturbing
Song Yan was keenly aware of Yan Zhuo's embarrassment, and said: "He won't go home this year to be on duty in the nursing home, so I let him come with him."
Song Qiao smiled: "That's it, come, come, come, welcome." While speaking, he warmly greeted Yan Zhuo.
After entering the main room, Yan Zhuo was sitting on the sofa. Song Qiao poured him a glass of water and said, "Sit down first, and the meal will be ready soon. Song Ya and Xiaoying insisted on staying up late last night to watch the Spring Festival Gala. This meeting is not yet finished." get up."
People who eat and drink dare not ask for anything, Yan Zhuo smiled and said: "You are busy."
After Song Qiao left, Yan Zhuo picked up the cup and began to look around.
The furniture in the house is old, in the style of the 1980s.
There is a framed photo on the mahogany square table in the main room, and in the frame is a young woman with a gentle face and a slight smile.
Yan Zhuo was a little curious, and asked another person who lay dead without saying a word since entering the room: "Who is the beautiful sister in the photo?"
Hearing his question, Song Yan raised his eyelids and said expressionlessly, "The hostess of this house."
Song Qiao's wife.
"Oh..." Yan Zhuo hurriedly changed his address: "Auntie is so pretty."
After saying this, Song Yan fell into silence again. Yan Zhuo shut his mouth without any surprise, and played with his phone quietly.
After playing for a while, he suddenly remembered something, hesitated and said, "The day I repaired your mp4, I accidentally turned on an audio, that voice...is it Auntie?"
When he was talking, Song Yan frowned, and after he finished speaking, he glanced in his direction: "Yeah."
Yan Zhuo rubbed his fingers against the phone screen and asked, "Then have you ever heard of mp4 again?"
Song Yan: "No, what's the matter?"
"It's okay." Yan Zhuo said.
It turned out that he hadn't listened to it yet. After he repaired the mp4 that day, he recorded a few words on a whim. After returning it to Song Yan, he began to regret it.
it's good now. Song Yan hasn't heard it yet, so he should still have a chance to delete it secretly.
Yan Zhuo laughed happily, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach. no...
The so-called people have three urgencies, and everyone is impatient. Yan Zhuo sighed, and asked, "Song, Song Yan, where is your bathroom?"
Song Yan said: "Go out and turn right to the third house."
Yan Zhuo asked again: "Is there... any paper inside?"
"..."
Waiting to sit on the toilet, Yan Zhuo kept lamenting: "It's too shameful to be ashamed."
But after he finished using the toilet, he realized that it was too early to lament.
When he first woke up in the morning, he didn't feel so uncomfortable in his lower body. Only when he went to the toilet did he know what "torture" is.
…
He cracked.
Yan Zhuo walked back to the main room almost in small steps. He didn't dare to sit in the main room, so he patted Song Yan and said in a low voice, "Is there a pharmacy near here? I want to go and buy something."
Song Yan: "No, what are you doing?"
If he had to say it, Yan Zhuo gritted his teeth and said aggrievedly: "#*#&￥... bleeding..."
"?" Song Yan was confused.
"I'm bleeding there." Yan Zhuo said it again.
Song Yan understood this time, and he knew where it was after a little thought. He was stunned for a while and asked, "Can you still hold on?"
Yan Zhuo said: "It should be possible."
He is such a strong person, he has endured the process, but he can't bear the result of the process...
The atmosphere was a little dull for a while, and both sides thought of some indescribable plots, so they lowered their heads in unison.
Fortunately, it was Song Qiao who appeared in time to break the suffocating atmosphere. He greeted the two of them: "The meal is ready, let's eat. I'll call Yaya and Xiaoying."
When Yan Zhuo was eating standing up, Song Qiao didn't understand. He stared and asked, "My stool is hard?"
Yan Zhuo laughed dryly, and said nonchalantly, "No, mine... I have been taking care of my health recently, and the book says that eating while standing up is good for digestion."
"..."
Song Yan was speechless, thank goodness he could figure it out.
When Song Xiaoying saw Yan Zhuo, he thought that he hadn't woken up, and rubbed his eyes vigorously, only then was he sure that the person in front of him was not a ghost. Now he heard this and couldn't help complaining: "Full of nonsense."
"..."
He said angrily, "Are you treating us as fools? Only fools believe it."
Song Qiao, who was just about to stand up and help digestion together, silently put down his raised butt, he... he should continue to suffer from indigestion.
Yan Zhuo was too lazy to be as knowledgeable as a kid, so he silently rolled his eyes and smiled mischievously at the always quiet Song Yaya.
I don't know if it was his illusion, but he felt that Song Yaya's mental state was very bad, and there was no blood on his face and lips.
Like a bubble that breaks when you poke it.
Seeing him staring at her, Song Yaya froze for a moment and smiled at him, showing two small canine teeth, and her mouth gradually turned red.
Yan Zhuo thought to himself: It seems that I think too much.
After dinner, Yan Zhuo was going to help Song Qiao wash the dishes, but Song Qiao kicked him out.
He said: "There is no reason for our family to let guests wash the dishes. You can just stay and play."
Yan Zhuo was embarrassed, he went to the yard to find Song Yan. I don't know if Song Yan has stepped into the old life in advance, standing under the eaves, holding a cup of soaked wolfberry water, and savoring it carefully.
He moved over quietly, stood next to Song Yan and quietly watched Song Xiaoying and Song Yaya play.
After watching for a while, he asked curiously, "Why are there only these two children in your yard?"
Song Yan blew on the rim of the glass and said, "There were not many children in the first place, but they have been adopted away in the past few years."
While speaking, Song Xiaoying mischievously pulled Song Yaya's hair, which made Song Yaya's face unhappy.
Yan Zhuo joked: "Hey, Song Xiaoying, if no one is there, is it because he is disobedient? Seriously, his temper should be dealt with properly before he can..."
Song Yan put the cup heavily on the window sill, interrupted him coldly, and said: "He is not an object, and there is no such thing as whether someone wants it. It is not because he is disobedient that he is not adopted. What is the reason? You have eyes." Can't you see it?"