Song Yan didn't say yes or no, he poured two cups of boiling water and said to Yan Zhuo, "Come here and get some water."
Yan Zhuo let out an "oh" and walked to his side. Song Yancai said, "You can stay, but only the study and the sofa."
"Ah?" Yan Zhuo was surprised, Song Yan's family obviously belonged to the third room.
Song Yan also realized this and said, "You can't live in that guest room."
Yan Zhuo joked: "What? Are there diamonds on the floor?"
Song Yan took a sip of water, too lazy to explain so much, his voice was cold and cool: "Be a bit conscious of being a guest, don't ask so many questions."
"..."
In the evening, Yan Zhuo went to a nearby supermarket to buy a la carte and made a barely edible dinner for Song Yan.
As soon as Song Yan took a bite of the white radish, he complained unceremoniously, "Did you add salt according to the amount of the spoon? It's so salty."
"Ah..." Yan Zhuo took another bite, "No... I feel just right."
Song Yan said: "Your tongue is thick?" The sarcasm on his face can be seen at a glance.
Yan Zhuo felt a little guilty, people in his hometown were addicted to spicy food, and they liked to eat food with a strong taste. He added seasoning according to his own amount, Song Yan might not be used to it.
He stood up: "Wait a minute, I'll cook something for you again."
"Forget it, don't bother." Song Yan put down the chopsticks, got up and left the seat, "Eat slowly by yourself."
Yan Zhuo finished the meal in a chewy manner, regretting secretly every time he took a bite of the white radish.
Why is he so stupid, he has taken care of Song Yan for so long, doesn't he know Song Yan's taste? What should Song Yan do if he is hungry
Wash the dishes and tidy up the kitchen. According to Song Yan's taste, Yan Zhuo carefully cooked a bowl of light noodles for him.
"Tuk-tuk-"
Yan Zhuo knocked on the door: "Song Yan, come out to eat, I'll make you a bowl of noodles."
After a while, Song Yan opened the door, went straight to the dining table and sat down. Yan Zhuo followed behind him and sighed, sometimes he would feel very tired, offering Song Yan like offering to his ancestors, but what can he do, he likes Song Yan, his whole body and mind are controlled by the other party, and he can't control himself at all , can only enjoy it.
Song Yan ate very slowly, Yan Zhuo sat with his head propped up and watched him eat. His lips stained by the soup were very red and moist, making people want to eat.
Yan Zhuo swallowed helplessly.
After all, it is easy for people to think wildly when the angel is around.
After eating the noodles, Song Yan washed the dishes by himself, without asking Yan Zhuo to do it for him. After washing the dishes, he took out a brand new quilt from the bedroom and put it on the sofa.
Yan Zhuo was helpless, leaning against the back of the sofa in a daze.
Why does he have the feeling of being rejected by the master because he relies on other people's family not to leave
Song Yan didn't know the twists and turns in his mind, and said: "Toiletries are available in the bathroom. If you feel uncomfortable sleeping on the sofa, you can go to the study room. There is a small bed in the study room."
"It's okay." Yan Zhuo thought, even if he didn't sleep well, he wouldn't say it.
After dealing with Yan Zhuo and Song Yan, he went back to his room. Yan Zhuo sat alone in the living room, feeling empty in his heart.
The wall clock rang at this moment. Yan Zhuo glanced, at this moment, twenty-four hours ago, he was still lying on the same bed with Song Yan.
Now... Now they are separated by a wall, but they seem to be separated by thousands of miles. Song Yan doesn't give him the slightest chance to enter his heart.
Even if they already have that or something, they are really cold-blooded and ruthless.
Yan Zhuo was lying on the sofa, thinking so wildly that he fell asleep unconsciously.
In the middle of the night, Yan Zhuo woke up suffocated by urination, went to the toilet in a daze and came back, only to find that there was a crack in Song Yan's room, and moonlight was pouring out.
He half-closed his eyes and glanced through the crack of the door, his eyes gradually becoming clearer. Song Yan hadn't slept yet, the bright moonlight shone on his face, his sideways face was as cold as ice, and he didn't know what he was thinking, silently leaning against the head of the bed, like an exquisite figure, his eyes didn't even blink.
He peeked outside for a while, couldn't help but knocked on the door and walked in and asked, "Why haven't you slept yet?"
Song Yan wasn't curious why he came in, so he frowned and said, "I can't sleep."
Yan Zhuo asked: "Are you insomnia again?"
Song Yan did not deny it.
Yan Zhuo sighed lightly. It was fine yesterday, why can't I sleep again today.
Is insomnia also divided into stages
He walked over to sit on the edge of the bed and asked, "Why don't you go to the doctor?"
Song Yan's expression stiffened suddenly. He went to see him, and the psychiatrist said that his sleep disorder was caused by the inability to distinguish between night and day when he was just blind, and he needed systematic treatment. But he repelled it, because he knew that it was not only because of this reason, but also at a deeper level. Every time he was in the middle of the night when there was no one else, he would recall a certain moment of the car accident over and over again, and before he even had time to react, he lost Best friends and eyes.
Every night, these would appear frequently, in every corner of his mind, and then... before dawn, they would disperse.
At that time, he could barely fall asleep.
Except occasionally, the occasional few times when he can fall asleep at night, Yan Zhuo is always by his side.
The two days of hot springs were, yesterday was.
Yan Zhuo couldn't understand the turbulent waves under Song Yan's plain expression, so he approached the other party and said, "Do you want me to chat with you for a while?"
"Need not."
Yan Zhuo nodded, and suddenly climbed onto the bed and lay next to Song Yan. He gently put his arms around Song Yan and said, "Then you want me to sing you a lullaby?"
Song Yan turned his head, and the two were very close, so close that they could not breathe: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Yan Zhuo chuckled, looking straight at his nose and lips, desire intertwined between the two, like a mess of yarn.
"Do you know what to do when you can't sleep?" Yan Zhuo asked.
"What?"
Yan Zhuo looked into his eyes and said affectionately: "Listen to my singing, you will fall asleep soon."
"..."
Thinking of his horrible singing voice, Song Yan seemed to be strangled by the throat.
"Pull it down," he said, "I just want to sleep, not sleep forever."
"Pfft hahahahahahahaha—"
After making a joke, the atmosphere was not as ambiguous as before. Yan Zhuo pulled him to lie down, and the two lay down with their necks intertwined. Yan Zhuo said seriously: "Sleep, I'm next to you, I swear, I won't disturb you. You, I'll leave when you fall asleep."
Song Yan let him hug him, and patted himself on the back, like coaxing a child. The numbness in the darkness made him feel the softness of the moonlight on his body for the first time, and he knew it was Yan Zhuo's hand.
It was strange, obviously he had touched it, and there were calluses on the palm of his hand, but at this moment, it was very soft.
Just before the sleepiness came, he murmured, "Did you sleep next to me on purpose?"
Yan Zhuo, who had been punctured, didn't panic at all, and coaxed softly: "Don't think about it, go to sleep, good night."
Because of Song Yan's insomnia, Yan Zhuo found an excuse to stay at his house for another week.
As Song Yan's sleeping pill.
On the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, the nursing home opened.
Yan Zhuo and Song Yan went back together. When they reached the entrance of the inpatient department, he paused and suddenly asked in a low voice, "Do you still want the underwear I'm wearing?"
The past few days have been staying at Song Yan's house, and he temporarily borrowed a pair of underwear on the way.
Song Yan said: "You can handle it yourself."
"Oh..." Yan Zhuo nodded, and was about to say something, when he caught a glimpse of Xu Yue walking over from the corner of his eye.
Her complexion is not very good, and her expression is not right.
When Xu Yue saw him, her eyes turned red suddenly, she took a step forward and hugged him.
Yan Zhuo was taken aback for a moment, but before he could react, he heard the sobbing from the person in his arms. He patted Xu Yue and comforted him, "What's wrong? Did something happen?"
Song Yan is now next to them. Although he can't see it, he can still know what happened. He squinted his eyes, feeling uncomfortable instinctively.
It's as if one's own property has been used by someone.
The idea is a bit ludicrous.
With a cold face, Song Yan entered the inpatient building without waiting for Yan Zhuo.
Yan Zhuo looked at his back feeling flustered, Xu Yue was still sobbing on his shoulder, he couldn't push him away, he could only comfort him softly.
"Would you like to go to the rooftop to chat with me, no matter what happens, there will always be a solution, right?"
Xu Yue raised her head and hummed.
The view from the rooftop is very good, and the scenery in the distance can be seen at a glance, which brings a little relief to Xu Yue's dull mood at the moment.
Yan Zhuo felt her emotions: "The wind can blow away troubles, and it's good to be blown away when you're sad."
Xu Yue turned her head, stared at him quietly, and said after a while, "I went to my mother's house yesterday."
It was strange to hear this sentence at first, but Yan Zhuo didn't understand it, so he asked suspiciously: "Isn't your mother's home your home?"
"No, no," Xu Yue shook her head, "My parents divorced a long time ago, I was brought up by my grandmother, and they all have their own families," she laughed at herself, "I'm just a superfluous person."
It stands to reason that Yan Zhuo should say something comforting at this time, but he fell silent as soon as the words were on his lips.
why
Because this is so similar to his family's situation, even Xu Yue is like another self.
He was also brought up by his grandma since he was a child, but his grandma had a hard life, and he left after he survived high school.
In comparison, Xu Yue was happier than him. At least, when she is sad, someone can still hurt her.
Xu Yue thought that she was too sad, and the low air pressure infected Yan Zhuo and made him silent, so she said embarrassingly, "I'm sorry, am I too—"
"No," Yan Zhuo interrupted her, "I can understand."
I can understand all your sadness and sadness, because I used to be the same as you.
The language is too pale, and no amount of comforting words will be barren.
"It's the same in our family. My parents divorced when I was very young, and my mother remarried not long after. I followed my father since I was a child. My father never remarried because of me," Yan Zhuo smiled when he said this, " Because he heard from my grandma that if the stepmother left, he would have a stepdad, and he was afraid that if he was really seduced by some woman, no one would love me."
"What about your father?" Xu Yue asked. She once heard Gao Hongming say that Yan Zhuo's life was very difficult when he first came here as a volunteer. It stands to reason that his father was so kind to him, so Yan Zhuo would never be short of money. .
"Dead." Yan Zhuo slapped the railing, and said calmly, "One night, he drank too much and no one cared about him. The vomit blocked his trachea, and he suffocated to death. He walked peacefully."
It was the first time for Xu Yue to hear Yan Zhuo talk about herself, she was stunned and didn't know how to react.
Yan Zhuo saw that she was in a state of distress and was about to die, but now she stared and panicked, it was funny: "Let me first say that I don't need comforting, we didn't have a good relationship when he was alive, and I'm not very sad when he died."
Seeing him pretending to be relaxed and nonchalant, Xu Yue felt a little distressed, how could she not feel sad.
Yan Zhuo paused and said, "But sometimes I miss him a lot..."
The haze is somewhat blinding, gradually blurring the high and wide clouds and sky.
"When he is here, at least he can give me a hot meal when he is in a good mood. Once he leaves, I will have no home at all."