Maybe it's really unlucky to drink water between the teeth, and the bus that usually runs every five minutes will be gone in ten minutes.
Yan Zhuo rubbed his sore cheek, and frowned impatiently.
He was a little poor recently, so he could only wrong himself and continue to wait.
Two minutes later, a car finally stopped in front of him, but it was not a bus.
Jiao Jing rolled down the car window slightly, and greeted him: "Hi, are you waiting for the car?"
It's really where we don't meet each other in life. Yan Zhuo didn't expect to meet her, so he nodded in a daze.
"Get in the car, I'll see you off," she said.
Sometimes life is really strange.
For example, Chen Zhao, who never thought that he would betray him after four years of sleeping together. For example, Jiao Jingwei, it was obvious that something was wrong all the time, but when she saw the wound on the corner of his mouth, she asked in surprise: "Did you fight? Were you injured? Doesn't it hurt?"
Yan Zhuo twitched the corner of his mouth: "Fortunately, a little bit."
Jiao Jing gave a slight "tsk", and pretended to be old-fashioned while starting the car: "Young people nowadays are really worry-free, they do it when they say it."
"..."
"If Song Yan could see it, you should be taught a lesson by him."
"Ah," Yan Zhuo said from her mouth that Song Yan instinctively wanted to pretend to be stupid, "It's none of his business..."
"What do you think, it's none of his business~" Jiao Jing smiled and said playfully, "I already know about the relationship between you two."
She was so straightforward, but Yan Zhuo felt embarrassed. He looked at the center console blankly, and then his eyes fell dully on a photo. It was small in size, a photo sticker, and he didn't even see it when he got in the car.
A photo of Jiao Jingwei and Song Yan.
He closed his eyes.
relation? What kind of relationship should he have with Song Yan? The couple is purely for sex.
They don't have any small thoughts that couples should have.
They didn't even have a photo of a couple that should have been taken together.
"Aren't you curious about how I know?" Seeing that he had been silent, Jiao Jing couldn't hold her breath.
"Love whoever you want." Yan Zhuo didn't want to think about it anymore, he was really tired with the pain in his stomach and all the troubles piled up.
Jiao Jingwei saw that he was in a bad mood, so she didn't hold back anymore: "Song Yan told me."
This was something Yan Zhuo had never thought of. He was taken aback and looked at her dumbfounded.
"What?" Jiao Jing raised her eyebrows slightly and asked, "I didn't expect that?"
Yan Zhuo nodded, and said honestly: "Well, I didn't expect..."
How could it be possible for Song Yan, how could he, a straight man, tell others about their relationship, and in front of his ex-girlfriend.
It's just unbelievable.
"Tsk," Jiao Jingwei said emotionally, "I didn't expect that, who knew that my ex-boyfriend would be so attractive to men, one after another." She shook her head helplessly: "It's so simple."
The conversation between Yan Zhuo and her made him sensitive, but he was stimulated by her words "one by one". After a pause, he asked, "Wh, who else?"
Jiao Jing turned the steering wheel slightly, and then closed her mouth again: "Anyway, you're not the only one."
He frowned.
Could it be that Song Yan was not only confessed to by himself? And another male
Then why did Song Yan react so strongly and disgusted when he heard his confession, it was just... like hearing it for the first time, so he felt ridiculous.
Jiao Jingwei didn't notice the strange color on his face, and said to herself: "But you and that one, Meng Cheng, are quite similar, you both... er... very cute."
"Cute with a youthful feel."
Yan Zhuo knew the name Meng Cheng, he had heard about it from Song Qiao, and he had also seen a group photo at Song Yan's house.
He is a very clear man.
But nothing like him.
"Is Meng Cheng Song Yan's best friend?" He asked.
"More than that," Jiao Jingwei thought for a while and said, "You know the guest room at Song Yan's house, it's specially prepared for Meng Cheng, because they are very busy with work and sometimes come home late, and Meng Cheng lives too far away from the studio , so he will go to Song Yan's house to live if he has nothing to do."
Yan Zhuo was taken aback for a moment, and then she heard her complain coquettishly: "That is an honor that even I have never had."
Maybe it was because he had too many doubts and wanted to know a certain answer. There was a string in Yan Zhuo's mind that was always tense. Now that the answer gradually became clear, this string was finally broken.
He raised his head and slumped on the seat like a dead dog.
So this is ah. he thinks.
Yan Zhuo has been stupid since he was a child, especially in the field that he is not good at, he can't learn it no matter what.
For example, singing a song that is not out of tune, for example, loving an impossible person.
But now, as if he had chewed a handful of mint leaves, his mind suddenly became clear, and something cool penetrated into his lungs and into his heart. The information that he had been ignoring all this time was connected in series, and only then did he know what he had missed.
How could he be so blank.
How could he be so stupid.
How... did he realize it.
"What? You haven't heard of Meng Cheng?" Jiao Jing glanced at him strangely.
"Yeah." Yan Zhuo lied.
Jiao Jing pursed her lips slightly: "Aren't you sleeping in the guest room? It's full of Meng Cheng's stuff, you should have seen it."
Yan Zhuo smiled wryly: "No..."
I sleep in the living room, on the sofa.
There has always been my position, my position in Song Yan's heart.
Once the door is opened, I can be kicked out by him at any time.
Jiao Jingwei probably realized that she had said something wrong, so she bit her lower lip and stopped talking.
The speeding scenery passed by outside the window, and Yan Zhuo's mind was flashing every detail of being with Song Yan.
What went wrong
Maybe he was wrong.
In the beginning, it was wrong.
At the gate of the community, Yan Zhuo got off the car. The sun was hitting him directly, but he was cold all over.
Without waiting for Jiao Jingwei to say goodbye, Yan Zhuo nodded and walked towards the community.
He didn't dare to look back, he was afraid that people would see his ugliest side.
Humble and embarrassing.
When Yan Zhuo knocked on the door, Song Yan was drinking water, and he walked slowly to open the door after drinking the water.
Yan Zhuo saw him and shouted: "Song Yan."
Song Yan was a little surprised when he heard his voice: "Why are you here?"
"Can't I come?" Yan Zhuo stared at him and asked stiffly.
Song Yan frowned, Yan Zhuo was clearly in a bad mood.
"I didn't think so." Song Yan wanted to pull him after speaking.
Yan Zhuo easily dodged and walked into the living room without changing his shoes. Then he said coldly: "I have something to tell you."
Song Yan's hand was just frozen in the air, not knowing what to do, he slowly curled up his five fingers, and asked for a long time: "What's the matter?"
Yan Zhuo got straight to the point: "Can I visit your guest room?"
Song Yan's eyebrows twitched when he heard the word "guest room", and asked strangely: "What do you want?"
Yan Zhuo: "Appreciate and appreciate."
He spoke in a strange way, and Song Yan's ears felt uncomfortable. Before he responded, Yan Zhuo asked stubbornly again: "Can I go to your guest room to see?"
"..."
In Yan Zhuo's eyes, Song Yan's hesitation was a refusal, a refusal.
He lowered his head and asked self-deprecatingly: "Is it because I don't deserve to appreciate it? After all, your most important good friend used to live there. How can I deserve to be like him?"
Song Yan was stunned, and rarely hesitated: "You—"
"What about me?" Yan Zhuo smiled bitterly, "I'll just ask you—isn't it?"
"He likes you, right?" Yan Zhuo asked, "Do you like him?"
Song Yan was one head and two older, and for the time being, he felt that he didn't need to explain so much to Yan Zhuo. Meng Cheng was his best friend and never forgot to protect him at the last moment of his life. He really didn't want to whip out his feelings on the spot.
This is so heartless and disgusting.
Song Yan couldn't give Yan Zhuo the answer he wanted, and really wanted him to calm down, so he said dryly: "Don't be jealous, jealous, these are nothing."
Yan Zhuo sighed in his heart, and said: "Why am I jealous, am I worthy? What can I be jealous of, that he died for you? Seriously," he said with a sneer, "I'm arguing with a dead man. What's the point?"
Song Yan's temples twitched, and he said in a deep voice, "Stop talking."
"But he is dead."
"I know, so I told you not to say it."
Why don't you dare to face it, dare not let me mention it, do you still miss him? do you like him? Ever had feelings for him
So it's not that you don't like men, you just don't like me.
Can't tell what his mood is at this moment, Yan Zhuo only feels that he has been lost in the cold ice field for more than half a year and finally found the exit.
He is going to be free.
Love is as deep as your bones, and hate is as deep as your bones.
Yan Zhuo was in pain, so he insisted on pulling Song Yan to have pain too.
"He's dead, he's dead, he'll never survive, he can only lie on the ground and watch you—"
"Boom—"
"...in 'bed' with another man."
Song Yan pushed him against the wall, frowned, gritted his teeth and restrained his facial muscles: "Pay attention to your words, don't make me turn my face."
What a joy.
It was such a joy to be slammed into a solid wall like that.
Yan Zhuo resisted the nausea from the acid water in his stomach gushing into his throat.
So uncomfortable, so uncomfortable.
Yan Zhuo thought: You can't see me, I have bruises on my face, bruises on my body, pain all over my body, but you can't see me.
You can't see, so you can hurt at will, and you think I won't react when I'm pressed against a cold wall.
Anyway, I will be fine, just like any previous quarrel, I will digest and heal myself, and then come back to you.
After a while, Song Yan let go of him, and his voice dropped, as if coaxing but also helpless: "Stop messing around, okay?"
Do you think I'm just messing around with you? Yan Zhuo blinked sourly.
Let me be a little more presumptuous then.
"No one wants you blind." He suddenly broke out and roared angrily.
The word "blind man" touched Song Yan's nerves. He was lost in thought for a while, his hands gradually relaxed, and he asked in disbelief, "What did you say?"
"I said you are a blind man who is not only blind but also blind. You complain all the time and put on a cold face as if everyone owes you. You never take others' kindness to you seriously. I want you to treat you well every day. You never You never cared about me, cared about whether I was tired, how the graduation was handled, you never asked me about these things, you didn’t say a word, so you deserve no one wants you, and everyone who deserves to be nice to you has left one by one. You go." Yan Zhuo spoke upside down, remembering what to say, and at the end the strong sense of despair had torn him apart, and overwhelming sadness swept over him.
want to cry
No.
He gave up.
Does it hurt
pain.
But his stomach hurts the most.
My heart is already numb.
He used to think that as long as he worked hard, he would be able to walk into Song Yan's heart one day, and his company would pass on his love to the other party.
But now it seems that wishful thinking is really a very sad thing.
Whether he warms Song Yan or not, he can't replace anyone. It seems that after all the calculations, only by leaving can he preserve his last dignity.
Yan Zhuo said, "I don't want you anymore."
Yan Zhuo forgot how he left Song Yan's house that day, and how he returned to school.
He was in a muddled state, until Zheng Yi came to the dormitory to look for him and gradually improved.
"What's the matter with the corner of your mouth? It's all cracked." Zheng Yi touched it with his hand as he spoke.
"Hiss—" Yan Zhuo turned his head to avoid it, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't touch it, it hurts my stomach."
What does the stomachache have to do with me touching the corner of your mouth? Zheng Yi glanced at him speechlessly.
When Zheng Yi left, the soreness in his stomach became heavier and heavier, accompanied by a slight burning sensation, Yan Zhuo tried his best to hold back the feeling of wanting to vomit, and took a taxi to a nearby hospital by himself.
After a series of examinations, the doctor took his medical records and concluded: "Minor gastric bleeding caused by acute gastritis."
Yan Zhuo's mind was buzzing, no wonder, recently he has always had a dull pain in his stomach.
"Did you overeat or eat irregularly recently?" the doctor asked.
Yan Zhuo said: "I didn't overeat, and I often ate irregularly."
The doctor looked at his face for a while and said, "You look very pale, you are stressed and can't sleep well?"
"Well," Yan Zhuo said, "I often wake up in the middle of the night."
"Young people should pay more attention to rest. Don't be fearless because you are young. You are not yet 24, and you can slowly change your bad habits back."
Yan Zhuo nodded to be taught.
"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. No matter what difficulties you encounter now, they will slowly pass over time. But the body is the capital of the revolution. If the body is destroyed, everything will be destroyed."
…
In the end, Yan Zhuo declined the doctor's advice and was not hospitalized. Fortunately, he found out early and the amount of bleeding was not large. He just took some medicine and rested.
After taking the medicine, the sun has already set, and the red clouds are reflected in the sky. Yan Zhuo casually walked towards the school, taking a casual walk, it was rare for him to be leisurely.
During this period, he glanced at the phone twice, but no one called or texted.
"That's fine," he murmured.
City H at the end of May is already very warm, and in the evening, roadside stalls and barbecue restaurants are rushing to set up.
He had gastritis and couldn't eat these, so he bought his favorite cheese cake when passing by a dessert shop.
Today's cheesecake was too sweet, and his teeth were so greasy that he threw it away after two bites.
No wonder Song Yan didn't like it. He thought, how can he force himself to accept something that doesn't suit his taste.
It's all his fault, he was the one who rushed to pick up Song Yan, wanting Song Yan to love him, and after they had a substantive relationship, he delusional to go further.
He is too greedy.
As soon as there is a sound of greed and joy, greed is the joys and sorrows of separation and reunion.