Yan Zhuo got up early in the morning and bought breakfast, and Song Yan could smell the aroma of the food just as he left the bathroom after washing.
He hesitated for a while and asked, "You haven't left yet?"
Yan Zhuo set the table and chopsticks and said, "Leave in a while, you eat first."
Song Yan frowned, walked to the dinner table and sat down, and said after a while: "You don't have to take care of me so much, this is not a nursing home, you have no such obligation."
Yan Zhuo sighed in his heart, of course he knew that he did not have this obligation, but he was willing.
It's not natural to want to take care of the people you like.
Yan Zhuo didn't want to discuss this "obligation" issue with Song Yan anymore, so he changed the subject and said, "Are you going back to the nursing home today? I might go back to school in a while, and I can't send you off."
The tofu brain melted in the mouth, and Song Yan took a sip before saying, "I can just call a car myself."
"Oh." Yan Zhuo nodded, not talking too much, they finished the breakfast almost in silence.
Before going out, Yan Zhuo put Song Yan's backpack on the entrance cabinet, and said to him: "I put the bag on the shoe cabinet for you, you can just carry it on your back when you go out."
Yan Zhuo is so careful, it would be a lie to say that he is not grateful. Song Yangang wanted to thank the phone for a call: "Dr. Pei is calling, Dr. Pei is calling."
Dr. Pei is the doctor in charge of treating Song Yan's eyes. Ever since Song Yan entered the eye bank and was determined to wait for a donor, they seldom contacted each other.
I don't know if there is any new news for this call.
Song Yan answered the phone almost immediately.
"Hello, Dr. Pei—"
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Before Song Yan could respond, Yan Zhuo was a little disappointed, he glanced into the living room, Song Yan was sitting on the sofa and whispering on the phone, his face was facing the balcony, his back was facing Yan Zhuo.
Yan Zhuo couldn't see his expression, couldn't hear his voice, and couldn't say the farewell he planned to say.
His heart was empty, but he twitched the corner of his mouth. It's fine if he doesn't say goodbye. If he doesn't say goodbye, it means that there is still a chance to see you again.
When Yan Zhuo returned to the dormitory, Zheng Yi had been waiting for him in his dormitory for a long time. As soon as he entered the door, Zheng Yi whistled, with a rogue expression on his face, and he said narrowly: "A moment in spring night is worth a thousand gold, I heard that you didn't come home last night."
Yan Zhuo: "Who did you hear that from?"
Zheng Yi pointed to the upper bunk.
A boy wearing glasses shrank his head: "He asked me and I said it."
Yan Zhuo nodded, it doesn't matter. He pushed Zheng Yi and drove him away from his bunk: "Go back to your own dormitory."
Zheng Yi curled his lips: "No conscience."
Yan Zhuo let out a "heh", disapproving.
The little four eyes on the upper bunk suddenly said: "Well... Yan Zhuo, can you lend me your computer, my computer is stuck and I can't log in to the campus network."
Recently, everyone is busy with their thesis defense and stays in the dormitory all day long. Only Yan Zhuo has already finished his preparations, so he has time to go back to the nursing home to see Song Yan.
Yan Zhuo handed the computer to the upper bunk.
"Thank you." Four Eyes said.
Yan Zhuo waved his hand to express that you're welcome, and said to Zheng Yi, "Are you going?"
"Let's go, let's go," Zheng Yi got up, stretched his waist and complained: "You are good to everyone, but you are not good to me."
Yan Zhuo said unceremoniously: "You are cheap."
Zheng Yi's outstretched arms froze, and he smiled at him. The smile was arrogant, and he said pointedly: "We all have a cheap side."
He had read every detail of how Yan Zhuo and Song Yan got along at the wine table yesterday. Yan Zhuo was clearly manipulated by Song Yan, and Song Yan... a hopelessly straight man.
Yan Zhuo glared at him, but did not refute.
Before Zheng Yi left, he reminded: "Control yourself, be reserved, otherwise you won't know how to cry in the future."
In the next few days, Yan Zhuo still didn't make a phone call to Song Yan. He vaguely realized that he seemed to have listened to Zheng Yi's words, or maybe... he was tired from taking the initiative.
On another Saturday, Yan Zhuo was on his way to the cafeteria when he received a call from Song Qiao.
It was sudden, the first time.
As soon as he picked it up, Song Qiao's anxious voice came from the receiver: "Yan Zhuo, are you in the nursing home? Is Song Yan in? Why didn't he answer my call?"
Yan Zhuo said, "I'm in school now, so I don't know much about it."
"Then can you go to the nursing home to find him? Song Yaya has left, and Xiaoying and I have been searching for a long time but couldn't find her." Song Qiao's voice was extremely anxious, with a hint of obvious tremor.
Yan Zhuo frowned and asked, "Did you call the police?"
"It's reported," Song Qiao said, "the surveillance video is being adjusted. I just wanted to call Song Yan, but he couldn't get through on his cell phone no matter what. Sigh! Tell me how these two children compare Don't worry about one."
Yan Zhuo said: "Don't worry, I'll go to the nursing home to look for him, maybe he fell asleep and didn't hear."
After hanging up the phone, Yan Zhuo strode towards the school gate. After noon, the campus was full of people running around, chattering non-stop, and the sound made him flustered.
Why didn't Song Yan answer the phone? His mobile phone has an incoming call wake-up function. When someone calls, the voice will be automatically broadcast.
But if the phone is out of battery, then Song Qiao should manually prompt that the phone is turned off when calling.
So... how do you think about this matter
In the spring, the elders and aunts in the nursing home rolled out deck chairs and rushed to bask in the afternoon sun, so that as soon as Yan Zhuo arrived at the inpatient department, he was surrounded by a group of enthusiastic elderly people.
"Xiaoyan is back, long time no see."
"Why have you lost weight? You look haggard. Is it because you are tired from school and homework?"
"Aren't you about to graduate? Have you found a job? Will you still come to the nursing home in the future?"
Everyone talked one after another, almost burying Yan Zhuo in the crowd.
He took a breath, locked onto Grandma Yang precisely and asked, "Have you seen Mr. Song today? I have something to ask him."
The elderly have a bad memory, so Grandma Yang thought for a while and said, "Xiao Song? I haven't seen him for several days, and he... seems not to be here this week."
Yan Zhuo let out an "ah", and felt anxious in his heart, wishing he could cut through the crowd and go to 108 to find out. But before he could take any action, Nurse Qin Xiao suddenly ran over, grabbed him and said, "Come and go, come with me to the infirmary. A little girl fell down on the roof just now. It seems to belong to Mr. Song's family."
When Yan Zhuo arrived, Song Yaya had already woken up, her face was pale, her lips were dry, and she was lying on the sofa with blank eyes. Yan Zhuo couldn't help but worry, he asked Qin Xiao: "What's wrong with her?"
Qin Xiao said: "Hypoglycemia, I asked her just now, and she said she didn't have breakfast, but don't worry, I've made her drink glucose."
Yan Zhuo was still worried, he touched Song Yaya's forehead, but fortunately his body temperature was normal.
Song Yaya glanced at him, dazed for two or three seconds before moaning: "Brother."
Yan Zhuo didn't know why, but suddenly got angry, and raised his voice to teach her: "You are so young, how can you run away from home, and you are not afraid of meeting bad people. Why do you make adults worry so much?"
Song Yaya also realized her mistake, her eyes turned red and she muttered softly, "I... I didn't run away from home, I just wanted to find my brother, but he wasn't here."
Her pitiful appearance is unbearable to anyone who sees her, let alone Yan Zhuo who is easy to soften her heart.
Yan Zhuo patted her on the head, and asked softly, "So you went to the rooftop?"
Song Yaya nodded: "I'm not in a good mood."
"Are you still in a bad mood as a child?" Yan Zhuo joked, "Big brother is often in a bad mood. Troubles are reserved for adults."
Song Yaya turned her head, disapproving of his words: "That's not it."
Children also have children's troubles.
Yan Zhuo also realized that she might really be in a bad mood, that's why she sneaked out, so he stopped teasing her and said after a pause, "I've already called your father, and he will come to pick you up in a while."
Song Yaya lowered her head and obediently said "Mmm".
After a while, Song Qiao came with Song Xiaoying, and the anxiety that had not dissipated on his face disappeared when he saw Song Yaya.
Song Qian yelled at her: "How could you run out of the hospital? You scared me to death, you know? What if you..." He didn't finish speaking, and closed his eyes for a while, afraid.
Upon hearing this, Yan Zhuo asked: "Hospital? Is Ya Ya sick?"
Song Qiao sighed and said wearily, "No, it's nothing serious."
Yan Zhuo opened his mouth and wanted to ask a few more questions, but was interrupted by Song Qiao.
"Where is Song Yan?" He asked, "Where is he?"
Your son hasn't been back for several days. Yan Zhuo wanted to tell him this fact very much, but seeing that he was already in great distress because of Song Yaya's matter, he gave up the idea and said nonsense: "Oh... mine, I just got through to him, and he said nothing happened After receiving the call, he is outside now and will arrive in a while."
Song Qiao wondered: "What can he do?"
"Then I don't know." Yan Zhuo said with an innocent expression.
Fine. Because of Song Yaya's matter, Song Qiao didn't bother to think about anything else for the time being, he gently hugged Song Yaya, and said to Yan Zhuo: "Then I'll take her back first, let him give it to me when Song Yan is free. Call back."
"Okay." Yan Zhuo nodded, and smiled at Song Yaya again, "Brother will visit you another day, so don't run around anymore."
After finding Song Yaya, he still needs to find another missing Song family member, which makes Yan Zhuo very worried.
He called Song Yan several times, but no one answered.
Yan Zhuo tried his best to control his trembling hands and panicked mind, forcing himself to calm down.
The last time I saw Song Yan was at his house, thinking about this, Yan Zhuo took a taxi and rushed to Song Yan's house.
If no one can be found this time, he will probably call the police directly.
Arriving at Song Yan's house, Yan Zhuo knocked on the door.
The first time, no one should.
second time...
third time...
Fortunately, when Yan Zhuo knocked on the door for the fourth time, the door opened. At the same time, a pungent and unpleasant smell of smoke also followed.
This is the first time Yan Zhuo saw such a slovenly Song Yan, he exudes the meaning of "whoever he is, hurry up and die", like a beggar who has lost his soul, like a walking corpse.
He is infinitely decadent, and he is infinitely leisurely.