After coming out of the cemetery, Song Yan and Song Qiao bid farewell to the Academy of Fine Arts.
He had been here before, so he quickly found Yan Zhuo's academy.
But to his disappointment, the senior students got their graduation certificates early and all left school yesterday afternoon.
Song Yan lowered his head in disappointment, a sense of despair suddenly overwhelmed him.
He seems to always be one step behind.
Nuo University's campus was crowded with people, and countless strange faces flashed in his eyes.
But there was no boy named Yan Zhuo inside.
That idiot who always hangs around him and doesn't embarrass him no matter how messed up he is.
...
Time passed day by day. In the second month after Song Yan's operation, he went back to Ningkang Sanatorium.
There he met many people, and he also recognized some people by their voices.
Among them, Xu Yue was included.
In fact, Song Yan came back this time with selfish motives. He knew that Xu Yue and Yan Zhuo had a good relationship. Maybe Xu Yue was able to contact Yan Zhuo.
It will be at noon, and there are a lot of people coming and going to the cafeteria to eat. The two of them stood in a daze in the inpatient hall, which was a little awkward.
"I can't get in touch with him." Xu Yue said in a low voice.
She was telling the truth, she really couldn't get in touch with Yan Zhuo.
The last bit of hope was shattered, Song Yan hoarsely said: "Then do you know where his hometown is?"
Xu Yue said, "Nancheng."
"Nancheng..." Song Yan murmured and repeated, it was a place far away from City H.
"Do you know anything more specific?" Song Yan asked.
Xu Yue shook her head, Yan Zhuo only told her where his hometown is, as for his home address...
Xu Yue said: "He never told me his home address. I think you should be the one who knows this information the most."
Song Yan choked, and swallowed dryly: "I..."
Xu Yue said: "Are you asking this, are you going to find him?"
"Um."
Xu Yue frowned: "Don't go, even if you find their house, you won't be able to see him."
Song Yan was taken aback when he heard this.
Xu Yue said, "There is no one in his house anymore."
Song Yan pursed his lips and asked after a long pause, "What... mean?"
Xu Yue really lost her temper when she asked Song Yan about three questions. She sighed and explained: "His father has passed away for several years, and his mother has a new family. He has no relatives and no one cares about him, so you It's no use going to his house, you can't find him."
No matter how much he thought about it, Song Yan never thought that such a situation would happen. His throat was so dry that he couldn't speak. After a while, he spoke slowly in a hoarse voice: "These... I have never heard him say it before."
Xu Yue sneered: "How could he say that?"
Song Yan closed his eyes, yes, how could Yan Zhuo say that, he never showed any concern or curiosity for Yan Zhuo.
So... how could Yan Zhuo say that
Even though it was the dog days, his heart turned to ice, and layer after layer of sorrow poured out uncontrollably.
It's ridiculous, it's probably retribution, those things he has been ignoring are what he desires the most now, and what he desires the most can no longer be found.
Xu Yue still has things to do, and she will leave after saying goodbye to Song Yan politely.
Song Yan stopped her again.
"Perhaps..." he spoke with difficulty, "do you have a... photo of Yan Zhuo?"
The face of the man in front of him rarely showed a trace of loss and longing, and he no longer had the cold and condescending look before.
But Xu Yue didn't mean to pity him at all.
"I haven't." Xu Yue said. She glanced at Song Yan lightly, then turned her head and left.
In fact, what she has is a photo of Yan Zhuo with his face half sideways in a daze, which she secretly took, and it contains her indescribable liking.
So, she won't give it to anyone.
Song Yan walked slowly to the door of 108, quietly looking at the number plate.
This is the place where he lived for half a year, and it is also the place where he and Yan Zhuo had their first intimate relationship.
He gently opened the door.
Although he hasn't lived in it for a long time, it can be seen that someone cleans it every day. The room is very clean, and the green radishes on the windowsill are also growing well.
He paced to the edge of the bed and sat down, staring at something in a daze.
Suddenly it was very boring, and my heart was empty, as if it had been stabbed by some kind of sharp knife, and the wind was leaking out.
Song Yan sighed, raised his head back, and moved his arms propped by the bed.
He frowned slightly, and glanced at the crack at the head of the bed. A few red beads were stuck inside a black rope.
Song Yan picked it up lightly, of course he knew who it belonged to. He didn't expect Yan Zhuo to be so persistent, and after he refused twice, he would secretly put the string under his pillow.
Song Yan took a deep breath, and the apex of his heart suddenly ached, densely sour.
The shining southern red agate in his hand has been covered with dust, and it will no longer be as bright as it used to be.
I don't know if that boy's heart is the same as that of this South Onyx.
He raised his head and looked out the window with red eyes.
Because it is summer, the big trees are luxuriant, the green leaves hang high on the trees, and the sunlight sneaks down from the gaps in the branches and hits the window straight.
He had never seen Ningkang in winter, and he didn't know how desolate and desolate it would be. It's like he has never seen Yan Zhuo's appearance, and he doesn't even know what the boy who has been with him for so long looks like.
And when he finally regained his sight and could see, the boy had already left him in a decisive way.
During this period of time, whenever he thought of the afternoon when Yan Zhuo left, he would regret it very much.
If he had said a few more words and explained a few more words, would Yan Zhuo not have left, or if he chased after Yan Zhuo left without receiving a call, would the ending be different.
It's a pity that there is no if.
Every choice he makes makes himself full of regrets.
Such as Song Yaya, such as Yan Zhuo.
He didn't have a chance to tell Song Yaya that he never blamed her for Tao Xin's departure, he always regarded her as his best sister, even when he was harsh occasionally, he would hide under his strict mask With love for her.
He also had no chance to admit to Yan Zhuo that he was tempted.
Maybe it's because his feelings came too late, when he realized, Yan Zhuo was already tired, the air doesn't get cold in a day, and the heart doesn't get cold in a day.
So by the end, their relationship was like a midsummer bubble.
One poke will break.
The end has been settled, and those things he never said will never have a chance to say.
This is a quiet and remote courtyard with a reddish-brown plaque on the door—Nancheng Le'an School for the Blind.
A handsome man was sitting on a vine wooden recliner in the small courtyard, his legs were squeaking and his legs were crossed, his head was still shaking in rhythm.
The short hills in the distance were shrouded in mist in the morning, and a beam of sunlight scattered on the ground through the clouds and shone on him, casting a thin layer of gold on him.
Seeing his leisurely appearance, Zhou Yang became very angry.
He walked up to the man, blocked his sunlight, and said angrily, "Do you know who is coming today? Why don't you pack up and welcome our precious guest."
Suddenly shrouded in shadows, the man's expression was not very good. He lazily opened his eyes and said in a long voice, "You are blocking me from the sun, and I am promoting photosynthesis in my body."
"Bah!" Zhou Yang rolled his eyes, "What kind of delicate plant are you? Yan Zhuo, can you show some face?"
Yan Zhuo laughed a few times, and finally stopped being lazy, and said to him: "Okay, okay, I understand, it's not that you want to be a grandpa, why are you so nervous? Don't worry, when the time comes, I will definitely It will not embarrass our school."
Zhou Yang put his arms across his chest: "Hmph, it's not too bad."
Yan Zhuo knew that his words were vicious and soft-hearted, so he didn't care about him, so he looked away lightly and looked into the distance.
He came here after graduation, and it has been almost three years now.
At first, he was not used to the simple environment here, but now, he is familiar with every corner of this school, and he has really experienced a lot. Seeing that the school is getting better and better, the team is getting bigger and bigger, and more and more organizations are donating here, he is really happy.
"By the way," Yan Zhuo raised his head, squinting his eyes and asked, "Why do they always donate to our school?"
Counting the one a year ago, this is the second time.
Yan Zhuo was curious: "Is it a public welfare organization specially organized to help the blind?"
"It doesn't count," Zhou Yang said, it's a non-governmental organization, it seems... one of the leaders in it was once blind, so he paid special attention to a donation in this area. "
"Oh..." Yan Zhuo nodded, "No wonder."
Seeing Yan Zhuo's enthusiasm, Zhou Yang began to chatter with him about science: "Hey, you don't know, the last time... the time you were sick and asked for leave, I met the person in charge. He's so handsome. Men like it too." That kind of handsome, and he is a well-known painter who has opened several studios and is well-known in H City."
City H
Yan Zhuo was startled.
He hasn't heard the name of this city for a long time, and he is now located in Nancheng, which is thousands of miles away from City H.
"By the way," Zhou Yang said as if remembering something, "Aren't you a student of the Academy of Fine Arts who graduated from City H! Then you must have heard of him."
Yan Zhuo swallowed, raised his head as if in response, and blinked at him blankly: "...who?"
"Call, call..." Zhou Yang got stuck, frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly slapped his thigh and said, "Song Yan, his name is Song Yan!"