After chatting with Xu Yue for a long time, Yan Zhuo finally retired when the other party's mood improved a lot.
Before leaving, Xu Yue hugged him again and said, "Yan Zhuo, you are so kind, you will be happy, what fate owes you, it will be repaid in another way."
After getting off the rooftop, Yan Zhuo went back to the dormitory, and he didn't go to 108 until evening.
At that time, Song Yan had just finished taking a shower and was wiping her hair with moisture all over her body. He paused when he heard the sound of the door opening directly, and knew who it was without even guessing.
"Why are you here so late?" Song Yan asked.
Yan Zhuo rolled his eyes and said childishly, "I'll sleep with you."
"..."
"Oh," Song Yan sneered, as if teasing or casually said: "You are so kind, so you have been persuading others until now?"
"Ah, no," Yan Zhuo blinked and said, "I came here after returning to the dormitory for a while."
"Oh." Song Yan put a towel around his neck and said, "I don't need your company, you can go back."
"Why don't you need it?"
Yan Zhuo complained: Can you sleep without me? Afraid that Song Yan would delay the meeting, he hurriedly explained: "It's not the 'sleep', it's because I'm afraid that you won't be able to sleep, and the 'sleep' who can't sleep, I'll leave when you fall asleep."
Song Yan snorted, making it clear that he didn't believe him.
"Really," Yan Zhuo said, "I promise, I swear, I will leave after you fall asleep."
…
It was difficult for Song Yan to fall asleep, and it was not long before he heard his gentle breathing.
Yan Zhuo watched Song Yan's sleeping face quietly, with a little secret joy. After a few seconds, he lightly touched Song Yan's eyelashes, but there was no response, and he seemed to be fast asleep.
very nice.
He slowed down, got out of bed gently, put on his shoes and closed the door gently.
It was almost midnight at this time.
But Yan Zhuo was very energetic and didn't feel tired, as long as Song Yan could sleep soundly, what's the point of his hard work.
Song Yan may have tasted the sweetness of not having insomnia. When Yan Zhuo asked to sleep with him again, he didn't object, so Yan Zhuo started his career of sleeping with him from this day until the beginning of school.
And after school starts, he can no longer work here.
He is already in his senior year, and he is about to face an important turning point in his life. He has to complete the connection between his studies and work, and he is busy with his graduation defense and thesis. Maybe I won't see Song Yan for a long time.
Thinking of this, he felt a little bit sad.
On the day of returning to school, Yan Zhuo packed his luggage and went to 108 to find Song Yan. He took the southern red agate he bought on Valentine's Day, and was going to give it away again.
The so-called life and death are determined, wealth and honor are in the sky, love is something that you still have to fight for yourself.
Gently pushed open the door, Song Yan was listening to a book. He sat quietly on the stool with his eyes closed, and tapped the table with his fingers. He looked very comfortable... like a retired old man.
Yan Zhuo coughed, trying to attract his attention and shouted: "Song Yan."
Song Yanxun turned his head and turned to him quietly.
Yan Zhuo said, "I'll come and see you."
Song Yan nodded and said nothing, waiting for his next words.
"I..." Yan Zhuo hesitated, "I'm going to start school, I'll leave in a while, and I won't be able to sleep with you from tonight on."
"Um."
Yan Zhuo's eyes fell on Song Yan, a little dark and heavy.
"Oh, that's right," he took out a string of beads from his pocket, "You can accept this agate bracelet, I spent a lot of money on it, don't thank you for it."
"Bracelet?" Song Yan was puzzled, obviously he had forgotten about this matter.
"Just... that day," Yan Zhuo vaguely brought up the word "confession", and continued to remind him: "You didn't take it."
Now Song Yan remembered, he frowned, did not refuse again, his attitude was slightly hesitant, it seemed that he was going to accept it or not, as if there was some drama.
Yan Zhuo struck while the iron was hot, and said jokingly: "Hurry up and accept it, you will be mine if you accept it."
"Then you take it back." Song Yan raised his eyebrows.
How should I put it, now that we have skin-to-skin relatives, Song Yan's behavior at certain times really makes Yan Zhuo a little embarrassed. He felt uncomfortable, but he had to pretend to be indifferent, as if he could save some dignity for himself.
Yan Zhuo said: "Hey, why don't you have any sense of humor, I'm just joking with you," he said in a long voice, "Keaikai—Wu'anwan—Xiyiyouxiao, understand?"
Song Yan swept his eyes and said coldly: "I don't understand, it's not funny."
"..." Okay, Yan Zhuo said: "In short, as a good friend, it's not too much to give you a gift."
Song Yan sighed, as if feeling helpless at his stubbornness. Finally, he found a reasonable explanation: "I don't like to carry things on my wrist, you can give them to others."
How could it be given to someone else? Yan Zhuo thought: I specially chose this for you, only for you, no one but you.
Seeing that Song Yan was determined not to accept it, and Yan Zhuo was not going to take it back, he secretly put the southern red agate under Song Yan's pillow, in an inconspicuous little corner.
As for when he will be found out, and how Song Yan will deal with it is up to fate.
After finishing all this, he said goodbye: "Then I'm leaving, you take good care of yourself, if—"
If you can't sleep at night, just call me.
Of course, he didn't say that. He just turned around and said, "If you feel bored, you can call me."
I hope you have a good night's sleep, it's the same with me or without me.
After Yan Zhuo left, Song Yan rarely fell silent. Ever since they had a relationship that day, Yan Zhuo has been testing him all the time, and occasionally making a joke that is not painful but obviously testing his mind.
And he also vaguely felt an inexplicable feeling, as if... conniving.
He doesn't like men, he knows that.
But he can be hard on Yan Zhuo, he is also very clear.
This is difficult to explain.
Perhaps it was because he was too lonely during this time, alone and alone, that he was confused by the sudden warmth. Maybe it was because he was provoked by Jiao Jingwei's sarcasm that night that he took Yan Zhuo as the object of venting.
But whatever the reason...
This feeling of getting out of control is very bad, he thought, he should escape.
Yan Zhuo had been gone for more than half a month since he left, during which time he wanted to call Song Yan several times, but he was not ashamed.
He didn't know what to say, and he was afraid of being annoying.
Finally, on Saturday, he was free and immediately returned to the nursing home by car.
It was almost April, the grass was growing and the warblers were flying, the icy lake melted, and the water waves gently swayed on the lake, and the bright sun cast circles of light and shadow.
In this weather, Yan Zhuo was in a good mood, especially when he thought of seeing Song Yan soon, his mood became even better.
When Yan Zhuo arrived, Song Yan was basking in the sun by the window.
He was propping up the window sill with one arm and smoking with the other. His tall back gave people a sense of security.
Yan Zhuo's heart fluttered, and he quietly walked behind Song Yan, then leaned into his ear, and said in a low voice, "Guess who I am?"
Song Yan's hand holding the cigarette paused, and the corners of his lips curled up: "Yan Zhuo."
It should be the first time Song Yan responded to his playfulness, Yan Zhuo smiled brightly: "Ah, you found out."
"Miss me?" he asked.
Song Yan turned around, leaning lazily on the window sill with crossed legs: "It's okay."
Yan Zhuo raised his head slightly to look at him: "Oh, it's really cold, I miss you so much."
"Super?" Song Yan narrowed his eyes: "Super doesn't want me to call?"
Yan Zhuo was slightly startled, and looked at him in surprise. Quiet Mimi was secretly happy in her heart.
In fact, Song Yan regretted it after saying this sentence. He actually didn't think too much about it, and just blurted it out instinctively. After all, someone who had been buzzing around him was suddenly quiet for a while, which made him a little unaccustomed.
"Don't worry," Yan Zhuo quickly took the opportunity to make a promise, "I will definitely call you one day at a time in the future."
"..." Song Yan took a drag on his cigarette.
Yan Zhuo thought he didn't believe it, and said seriously: "It's true, I can really do it." As long as you don't think I'm annoying.
"..." Song Yan really didn't know what to say, what does it mean to shoot yourself in the foot, that's it.
He exhaled smoke and silently changed the subject: "Are you going to be busy soon?"
"No."
"That's just right," Song Yan said, "accompany me home and pick up something."
"What?" Yan Zhuo was curious.
Song Yan said: "Clothes according to the season."
He didn't say that Yan Zhuo hadn't noticed yet, but after a while, Song Yan wore a thin sweater over his top, which was fine for the past two days, but when the weather got hot after a while, he really couldn't wear it.
Yan Zhuo replied: "Okay."