I don't know how long it took, the leather sofa was covered with scratches from Yan Zhuo, and the floor was also in a mess, full of scattered toilet paper.
In the end, Yan Zhuo fell asleep exhausted. He curled up like an insecure baby.
Song Yan was in a daze with a clear head, as long as he stretched out his hand, he could touch the smooth and cool back of the person around him.
If the first time was an accident, then this time, Song Yan couldn't deceive himself no matter what. Ah.
He has lust for Yan Zhuo. And this desire has never been reduced because of the other party's gender.
So he tried to push the opponent away again and again, but failed again and again. When the fig leaf between the two of you was torn apart again, he finally had to face his true self.
Song Yan murmured: "Duplicity."
It's really duplicity, it's very cool, but he said he didn't want it. Song Yan, can you be any more cheap
He got up and walked into the bedroom, took a thin blanket and covered Yan Zhuo's body, for the first time, a gentle expression appeared on his face. In the end, he lightly stroked Yan Zhuo's cheek, and for the first time felt that having Yan Zhuo was the luckiest thing among all his misfortunes.
Last week, the doctor who treated his eyes called him to say that a critically ill patient wanted to donate his cornea to prepare him for surgery. He was very happy. He went directly to the hospital without returning from the nursing home, but he didn't think about it. In the end, the patient was stopped by his family and gave up the opportunity to donate.
The scarier thing than no hope is hope lost again.
At that time, he really hated it.
He complained about his fate more than once. He had no father and no mother. He finally grew up and became a man. He gritted his teeth and worked so hard to make himself look good. Then he got better. He finally took off his school uniform and put on a suit. The social elite, but in the end he ended up being beaten like a chicken and an egg.
He seems to have everything, and it seems that he has nothing.
In the year since he lost his eyes, his soul has been floating outside his body, like a living dead.
And at this moment, when he was inserted into Yan Zhuo's body, he finally felt alive again.
In the evening, the twilight had already dyed the sky red, and Yan Zhuo woke up belatedly. He looked around, but he didn't see Song Yan.
His lower back was sore and painful, he rubbed it lightly a few times, and at the same time complained about himself fiercely in his heart, wishing to complain about himself a million times.
No no no no morals, my wife is ashamed! He should be the first person to rush to beg for 'day.
Song Yan wasn't in the living room, Yan Zhuo searched the whole house but couldn't find him, so he couldn't help feeling empty.
Song Yan couldn't just run away after finishing it...
That's not right, Yan Zhuo thought, this is Song Yan's house, where can he go
heart bridge
Thinking of this, Yan Zhuo suddenly remembered his purpose of coming, he was going to send a message to Song Qiao.
Yan Zhuo shook his head angrily, he is such a fool, how could he forget everything when he met Song Yan.
"Ding dong—"
The doorbell rang suddenly, Yan Zhuo thought it was Song Yan, tried his best to hold back the discomfort under his body and moved over to open the door.
He froze when he opened the door.
Standing impressively at the door was Song Yan's ex-girlfriend, Jiao Jingwei.
For her sudden desire to come to Song Yan, Jiao Jingwei felt that she was probably delusional.
She went to the nursing home first, but unfortunately she didn't see anyone, so she changed to Song Yan's house to try her luck.
Jiao Jingwei was stunned when she saw Yan Zhuo, and then saw the hickey on his neck, her expression changed instantly.
Yan Zhuo realized the look in her eyes, and covered the marks on his neck with his hands uncomfortably.
Yan Zhuo said: "Song Yan is not here, either...or you can come back another day."
He was going to say "Why don't you come in and wait a while", but he changed his mind in an instant when he thought of the pile of toilet paper on the living room floor.
As long as there is no problem with the brain, anyone who reads it will know what's going on.
Jiao Jingwei tried her best to suppress the suspicion in her heart, and kept telling herself not to think about it, not to think about it. how can that be possible? Song Yan has been with her for so many years, it would be ridiculous if...
"It's okay, I can go in and wait for him." Jiao Jingwei said and was about to go in.
"No." Yan Zhuo stood between the door frames with a firm will.
Inexplicably, Jiao Jing said slightly, "Are you sick?"
Yan Zhuo didn't know how to explain it, so he could only stammer, "How about... why don't you wait, the living room is a bit messy, I'll clean it up before you come in."
Jiao Jing smiled sarcastically, feeling more and more unhappy.
"Do you know how many years I've lived here? I've seen it even when it's in chaos." She didn't know why she glanced up and down at Yan Zhuo with that shy look, pretending to be profound. : "Sometimes love is so deep that you don't care about the location when doing certain things, do you understand?"
Yan Zhuo's throat tightened, and he wanted to say "I don't understand" but he couldn't open his mouth anyway. He was keenly aware that maybe Jiao Jingwei already knew everything, so he hinted this to him.
Jiao Jing looked slightly at him and said angrily, "Are you going to let me go or not?"
"Come in." Yan Zhuo moved out of the way and compromised with her.
The fishy smell in the living room has dissipated, but the pieces of paper lying on the floor hint at what happened.
Jiao Jingwei could no longer lie to herself, she clenched her fists hard to hold her body that was about to fall.
Yan Zhuo didn't dare to look at her expression, he lowered his head and felt like a mistress who was caught and raped by the courtier.
This is so embarrassing.
"Cough... just sit down for a while, I'll clean up the living room." Yan Zhuo said calmly while pinching his palms.
After picking up the waste paper balls, Yan Zhuo asked silently again: "What would you like to drink?"
Jiao Jingwei has recovered from the initial shock, and glanced at him lightly: "Plain water is fine, hot."
When Yan Zhuo was boiling water for her, Song Yan happened to enter the door with a lunch bag in his hand. The moment he heard the ring of the fingerprint lock, Yan Zhuo froze instantly.
what to do? How should he explain it? After Jiao Jingwei found out about this, would Song Yan get angry with him
"Song Yan." Jiao Jingwei said when Song Yan was changing shoes, "You're back."
Song Yan suddenly heard her voice, but didn't react: "You...?"
Jiao Jing smiled slightly: "I can't even hear my voice? I have something to ask you."
Song Yan put the bag on the coffee table and asked, "Where's Yan Zhuo?"
"Here, I'm here," Yan Zhuo raised his hand immediately, "I'm boiling water in the kitchen!"
Song Yan asked: "Why are you boiling water?"
Jiao Jing glanced slightly at the kitchen and said, "I made him burn it. You know, I never drink cold water."
Song Yan didn't say anything, but it could be seen from his expression that he was not in a pretty mood.
He originally went out to buy dinner for Yan Zhuo. He estimated that Yan Zhuo would also have difficulty walking, but he didn't expect that he would still have the time to serve others to drink hot water.
So unconsciously, I got a little angry.
Song Yan asked: "What did you say just now?"
Jiao Jing slightly brushed her side hair, which is her usual action before she gets nervous, and said vaguely: "There are outsiders here, so it's hard to say."
In just one sentence, Yan Zhuo's identity was established.
The water just boiled at this moment, Yan Zhuo lowered his eyelids, and said in the dense steam: "Then I'll go to the back room, you two talk."
Song Yan called him: "No need." He turned his head and rushed to Jiao Jingwei: "Let's go out and talk."
Since the breakup, Jiao Jingwei never came to this community again. Looking at the surrounding buildings now, there is a feeling that things are right and wrong.
She lowered her eyes: "there will be a class reunion the day after tomorrow. I'll let you know. I didn't expect to see someone else at your house."
Song Yan didn't speak.
Jiao Jingwei added: "I was quite surprised that he appeared at your house. After all, you are a person with a strong sense of self-territorialism."
Song Yan let out a "hmm" without denying it.
"You..." Jiao Jing hesitated slightly, "Maybe I was thinking too much, I saw..."
"Jingwei," Song Yan called her suddenly, as if he had called her so tenderly many years ago.
"What you see is the truth, and what you think is the truth," he said.
When she heard her name from her ex-boyfriend again, she didn't expect such a scene, such an answer, Jiao Jing asked with a wry smile, "Are you serious?"
"yes."
"But you are all men, how...how could it be, what will you do in the future." She couldn't believe it, but she was also extremely worried.
So what does it matter.
Song Yan was too lazy to popularize his relationship history, so he just said indifferently: "I'll talk about the future things later, just live the present moment first."
It's hard to get over it, it's really hard to get over it.
Jiao Jing sighed slightly, looked deeply at Song Yan and asked, "Then do you like him?"
"I don't know." Song Yan answered truthfully.
He frowned, as if he was facing a huge problem. After a while, he politely asked Jiao Jingwei: "Can you do me a favor?"
"What's busy?"
Song Yan said: "Just stay still and don't move." Then he hugged Jiao Jingwei.
After about three seconds or maybe longer, he let go.
Jiao Jing raised her eyebrows slightly: "What do you mean? Explain."
Song Yan lowered his head and smiled, that smile was particularly alluring.
"Nothing interesting, just confirmed one thing."
"Um?"
A thing that he has been neglecting for a long time, a thing that makes him unbelievable but has to face.
And the abnormal behaviors that happened to him finally had a reasonable explanation.
Jiao Jingwei couldn't understand the hidden meaning behind his expression, and realized that she was getting farther and farther away from him.
That's fine, she suddenly felt relieved.
Time is turning, no one will wait for someone in place. If the relationship no longer exists, perhaps this is the best ending.
"What about the class reunion? Are you still going?" she asked.
"I'm not going," Song Yan said lightly, "You guys have fun."
He has more important things to do.