Yan Zhuo walked towards Xu Yue slowly, and asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"
Xu Yue stood at the gate of the school with a backpack in her hand, smiled and said, "Come to play with you."
In fact, she asked for leave from school to go back to the nursing home to visit her grandma. After getting off the train station, she suddenly realized that it was not far from Yan Zhuo's school, so she stopped by to see Yan Zhuo.
Yan Zhuo smiled, took her bag naturally, and said as he walked towards the campus, "Why didn't you tell me in advance?"
Xu Yue rolled her eyes, pouted and said, "Look at your phone."
Yan Zhuo turned on his phone and glanced, Xu Yue sent him a message an hour ago.
"Sorry," Yan Zhuo scratched his head and explained, "I just fell asleep on the bus, so I didn't see it."
"I can tell," Xu Yue said, "You are very tired."
Although Yan Zhuo was thin years ago, there was still a little flesh on his cheeks. Now his cheeks are slightly sunken, his eyes are dull, and he can feel his fatigue without looking closely.
It is two o'clock in the afternoon, and there is no one on campus. Yan Zhuo thought that Xu Yue might not have had lunch, so he took her to a private restaurant in the school.
Yan Zhuo handed her the menu: "You can order whatever you want. I'll treat you to this meal. I'm a little sleepy. I'll wake me up later." Dozed off on the table.
Are you so sleepy? ?
Xu Yue sighed, eating by herself is so boring.
After a while, Yan Zhuo suddenly raised his head when the dishes he ordered were brought to the table. He'd had a bad dream for a brief moment of trance, and was sweating profusely now.
Xu Yue poured a glass of water and put it in front of him, and complained to him: "Did you go to be a thief in the middle of the night, why are you so tired?"
In fact, Yan Zhuo slept well last night, but for some reason he continued to feel sleepy during this time. Especially after leaving Song Yan and returning to school.
In front of Song Yan, he could still hold on to his spirit, acting as if nothing had happened.
Yan Zhuo withdrew his scattered thoughts, and said lightly: "Maybe it's because of the graduation season, I'm worried."
Xu Yue: "So scary? I'm going too."
Yan Zhuo smiled, but didn't speak.
"Have you been to a nursing home lately?" she asked again.
Yan Zhuo shook his head.
"Oh," Xu Yue said, "from what my grandma said, Mr. Song seems to be absent recently."
"Well," Yan Zhuo said, "Song Yaya is hospitalized, and Song Yan is in bed."
Song Yaya and Xu Yue have seen it before, and when she heard Yan Zhuo's words, she couldn't help asking worriedly: "Are you all right? Is it serious?"
Yan Zhuo sighed: "It's hard to say." This sense of powerlessness at resignation to fate made people extremely fragile, and his tone dropped instantly.
Song Yaya's body was good and sometimes bad, let alone when it was good, when it was bad, it was as uncomfortable as thousands of ants. Although Yan Zhuo is an outsider, his mood will be affected by the short and depressing atmosphere. Especially when Song Yan was silent, Yan Zhuo didn't know how to comfort him several times.
Language is pale, only companionship and strength remain.
But Yan Zhuo doesn't know how long he can hold on to this kind of company.
He will graduate soon, and it is not known whether he can stay in this city after graduation. And his relationship with Song Yan...
so tired. Just thinking about it makes me tired.
Xu Yue was very good at observing words and expressions, and sensitively realized that it was time to change the topic. She picked a piece of beef brisket and said casually: "Do you think that Mr. Song is sometimes very sick and delicate, and when he keeps a cold face and doesn't speak, it's kind of scary..."
Yan Zhuo gave a "hmm" and agreed: "It's a bit, sick and arrogant."
"..."
Xu Yue sighed in her heart, when Yan Zhuo said this, she was full of pampering, without any disgust.
She finally didn't want to pretend anymore: "You like him very much, don't you?"
Yan Zhuo was not surprised by her words at all, and said "Yes" without a pause, "I like it very much."
"Not curious when did I know?"
"Not curious."
Xu Yue smiled and asked him, "Why?"
Yan Zhuo looked far away: "Because I never planned to hide my liking."
Xu Yue shook her head and smiled, and said with special emotion: "Yan Zhuo, you actually recruit people, do you know that?"
Yan Zhuo was startled and shook his head.
"Really," Xu Yue said, "you are the kindest and cutest person I have ever met."
The two left after eating, Xu Yue didn't propose to visit the school, and Yan Zhuo didn't remind them.
He still has something to look for in the afternoon. He has been so busy recently that he really has no time to spend on other things.
Xu Yue stayed in City H for three days in total, and on the last afternoon she contacted Yan Zhuo and expressed that she wanted to visit Xia Ya Ya in the hospital before leaving.
Yan Zhuo agreed.
The three members of the Song family were all there in the ward, Song Xiaoying nestled on Yaya's bedside and was telling some jokes, Song Yaya gave a rare face-saving smile.
On the other hand, Song Yan and Song Qiao sat side by side with serious faces, each remaining silent, without saying a word.
When Xu Yue came over, she specially bought a doll for Song Yaya, and then she accompanied Song Yaya and told her a lot about school, encouraging her to take good care of her illness, take good care of herself, and not be afraid.
Song Qiao was very moved watching from the sidelines, and thanked her for her thoughtfulness before leaving.
Yan Zhuo glanced at Song Yan silently, wondering what kind of insanity he had committed again, and his face was black all the time.
Yan Zhuo gave a "tsk" in his heart, thinking to himself: The evaluation of being sick and arrogant really didn't wrong him.
Xu Yue glanced at Song Yan, ignored his displeasure, and said to Yan Zhuo naturally: "You send me down."
Yan Zhuo came back to his senses: "Ah... good."
Although Xu Yue is from this city, she has never been to the Third Hospital. At this moment, she said to Yan Zhuo with emotion: "It's really important to be healthy."
"Yes." Yan Zhuo said, "It would be great if Song Yaya could act like an ordinary child."
Xu Yue turned her head and asked, "What about you?"
Yan Zhuo looked up, a little puzzled: "Me?"
"Yeah." Xu Yue said, "You are so good at taking care of Song Yan and his family, why can't you take good care of yourself."
"I didn't take good care of myself..."
"You're not guilty of saying that..." Xu Yue said helplessly, "You really haven't looked in the mirror for a long time."
Yan Zhuo lowered his eyes, not knowing what to say for a while.
He was really speechless.
"The situation in their family, how far do you have to support it, aren't you tired?"
"..."
"It's not your responsibility, you don't have to."
After sending Xu Yue away, Yan Zhuo found a step downstairs and sat down for a while. He found a reason for himself: to relax.
When he was in a better mood, he patted the ashes on his buttocks and walked towards the inpatient department. There were a lot of people at the elevator entrance, Yan Zhuo waited for a while before squeezing into the elevator room.
Before reaching the door of the ward, he just passed the corner of the corridor and saw Song Yan standing outside.
Song Yan frowned with a cold face, cloudy or sunny, as if he was waiting for someone.
Yan Zhuo stared at him for a long time, then walked over slowly and asked, "What are you doing here?"
"Wait for you."
Yan Zhuo was puzzled, and just said "ah", he was dragged to the stairwell by Song Yan's wrists.
"What's wrong with you?" Yan Zhuo asked, "What made you..." Suddenly he became nervous, "It can't be Ya Ya... What happened to Ya Ya?"
Song Yan narrowed his eyes, and answered the wrong question: "Why have you been here for so long?"
"Oh..." Yan Zhuo didn't want to tell him that he was tired, so he found an excuse and said, "We chatted for a while."
Song Yan felt depressed: "Chat? You really have leisure time."
"What are you talking about..." Yan Zhuo was speechless. Song Yan was against the light so that people couldn't see his expression clearly, and there was a dull aura around him, which made people feel frightened for no reason.
"What's wrong with you?" Yan Zhuo asked.
Song Yan didn't answer his question, but asked in a daze, "Why did you bring her here?"
"Who is it? Xu Yue."
Yan Zhuo felt baffled, he came to visit your sister with good intentions, why do you still need to ask
Yan Zhuo said, "Come if you want."
Song Yan was obviously dissatisfied with the answer, and his hands became stronger, and he said in a strange tone that Yan Zhuo had never heard before: "Can't you see that she likes you?"
"What are you talking about?" Yan Zhuo threw off his shackles, twisted his sore wrist and said angrily, "Don't guess if you don't know anything, we are just good friends."
"Oh," Song Yan said with a mocking smile, "You have so many good friends, the one who drank last time is also your good friend."
Yan Zhuo laughed angrily, wondering if Song Yan had been caught in an evil wind, and had nothing to do, so he picked a fight to quarrel, and he couldn't help but speak with anger: "Don't always pick on me, what about you, you and you Did your girlfriend think about me when you hugged me? What am I?"
At this moment, Song Yan's mind was full of thoughts about why Yan Zhuo brought Xu Yue here, he couldn't listen to Yan Zhuo's words at all, and waited stubbornly and paranoidly for Yan Zhuo to explain to him.
Yan Zhuo was upset, and the anxiety in his body was getting stronger and stronger. He pushed Song Yan and said impatiently, "I'm too lazy to talk to you."
Song Yan was irritated by his disapproving attitude, like a rabies attack, pinched his chin with all his strength and kissed him.
At first, he kissed heavily, and he could feel his anger when he swallowed and breathed. Slowly, after a few seconds, he became gentler.
Song Yan hooked Yan Zhuo's upper jaw with the tip of his tongue, and gently sucked his lower lip with his lips, like a comfort similar to that between lovers.
"You know what?" Song Yan bit his lip and mumbled, "I'm very angry."
You're with her and it makes me mad.
Yan Zhuo let go of his strength and slowly softened into his arms.
This was the first kiss between them, and it came hurriedly and abruptly. His heart was sinking gradually.
Why is it so hard
He can't feel any sweetness.