Zhou Yang keenly noticed that after he pronounced the name, Yan Zhuo froze for a moment, and then he sat on the chair in a daze without saying a word.
Zhou Yang felt strange and asked him suspiciously, "Do you know Song Yan?"
Yan Zhuo said: "I don't know him, I just... heard of it."
Zhou Yang let out an "oh" and didn't think much about it. They all studied art, and I heard it was normal.
Yan Zhuo asked: "The person in charge, you said he used to be blind, so now he-?"
Zhou Yang answered: "It seems that he had an operation. Anyway, he is recovering very well now, and there is no problem with his eyes at all."
That's it, Yan Zhuo smiled happily, and said, "That's really great."
Song Yan was originally the proud son of heaven, now that he has regained his sight, there should be more people flocking to him.
After all, that was how he fell in the beginning.
But time has passed and the current Yan Zhuo doesn't want to have any more entanglements with him.
Yan Zhuo said, "Can I ask for a sick leave?"
"Sick leave? Now?" Zhou Yang didn't know what he was going to do, so he asked in a daze, "What's wrong with you?"
Yan Zhuo lied nonchalantly: "I'm as timid as a mouse, I can't see others,... I tend to get nervous when I see important people, and I stutter when the time comes, it's not good for our school, after all, I'm also half of our school's façade."
Zhou Yangxin saw a ghost, and asked coolly, "Who is the other face?"
"You," Yan Zhuo flattered him simply and rudely, "So handsome Zhou, you can work hard and receive guests by yourself."
no! Zhou Yang refused without even thinking about it: "You are dreaming. Originally, our school has few staff members, and you still want to slip away. Can you be a little more responsible?"
"..."
"Can you!" Zhou Yang was about to growl.
Well, Yan Zhuo didn't expect much at first, he just wanted to try, even if it didn't work, he wasn't afraid to meet Song Yan.
Anyway, Song Yan had never seen him before, as long as he didn't speak, how could Song Yan recognize him.
He smiled and said to Zhou Yang: "Let's discuss something. In order to avoid embarrassing our school by saying the wrong thing, I will pretend that I have a sore throat and can't speak. Don't tell me. And , don’t call me by my real name, call me Xiaoyan or Xiaozhuo.”
"..."
There are so many demands, Zhou Yang was speechless, glared at him, and said angrily, "What's wrong with you."
"Super invincible neuropathy."
"Retarded..."
"Oh, it's not that you don't know. I like men. What if I don't control myself... Uh... I rush at your distinguished guest, it's embarrassing to our school, do you want to donate in the future? "
"..."
Afraid that he would not cooperate, Yan Zhuo resorted to his trump card again, and coquettishly said to him: "Brother Yang, brother, brother, promise me, huh?"
Zhou Yang is a big straight guy, and he can't stand this kind of thing the most, shaking off the goose bumps on his body, he said tremblingly: "I know, I know, be normal, don't do this in the future."
Seeing that he agreed, Yan Zhuo quickly promised, "Definitely, definitely!"
"Blind Fruit" is a caring organization that Song Yan accidentally joined, and is dedicated to helping build schools for the blind across the country. Every year, the organization selects some cities, and then selects suitable schools for donations and donations.
Among them, Nancheng was specially selected by him, not for any reason, just because it was the hometown of that person.
He wanted to visit the man's hometown.
This time, not only he came alone, but also another person in charge of the organization—Xia Zhao.
Xia Zhao is a young and beautiful lady. Because her mother is blind, she joined the organization "Blind Fruit" in college and helps them select some special blind schools for donation every year.
But this time, they came to "inspect the results", mainly to see if the donations had been implemented.
Nancheng is located in the south of the country. Although it is April, the weather is already very hot.
Song Yan was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, looking handsome and elegant.
Of course, the premise is to ignore his stern expression.
Yan Zhuo bowed his head and followed behind Zhou Yang, complaining silently in his heart: It has been three years, and he still doesn't like to laugh.
Zhou Yang and Song Yan shook hands and said politely: ""
Song Yan nodded politely and scanned the past one by one.
When he caught sight of Yan Zhuo, he froze for a moment.
He couldn't explain why, but he just felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Make his heart beat faster.
Yan Zhuo avoided his gaze, and pinched his palms to tell himself to be calm.
Zhou Yang also noticed Song Yan's eyes, and quickly introduced: "This is the director of our school, Yan—" He suddenly remembered Yan Zhuo's advice, "Comrade Xiao Zhuo, who has a very good looks."
"Zhuo?" Song Yan had a different sensitivity to this word than ordinary people, so he asked, "Is your surname Zhuo?"
"Yes, yes!" Zhou Yang nodded. Xindao: Damn it, anyway, these people will leave in the afternoon, so it doesn't matter if he talks nonsense.
He continued: "Our teacher Zhuo, recently I have a sore throat. I feel very uncomfortable and can't speak."
Song Yan nodded and stopped looking at Yan Zhuo. He turned his head to Xia Zhao and said, "It's noon, shall we eat first?"
Xia Zhao rolled his eyes and smiled softly: "Just listen to you."
So everyone went to the cafeteria together.
Yan Zhuo deliberately walked slowly, lagging behind the crowd, he was thinking about something, he accidentally stepped on a stone and almost tripped.
Someone beside him helped him in time.
"careful."
Yan Zhuo was taken aback by the familiar voice, he turned his head to look over, Song Yan also fell behind at some point, and stood side by side with him.
Yan Zhuo opened his mouth and silently said thank you.
Song Yan nodded, just about to say something, suddenly Xia Zhao called him from the front.
Song Yan pursed his lips, let go of the hand holding his arm, and walked to the front quickly.
Yan Zhuo looked deeply at his back, feeling nervous for no reason. The moment he and Song Yan looked at each other just now, he almost blurted out his name.
In addition to the four of them, there were four other teachers in the school at the same table, a total of eight people.
Zhou Yang introduced to Song Yan: "These are the excellent backbones of our school. Although they are not very good at Mandarin, their teaching quality is very high."
Song Yan raised his eyebrows and greeted them.
One of the female teachers looked at Song Yan and blushed slightly, turned her head and said something to the people next to her, which made them giggle.
One of them who was more courageous directly asked Song Yan: "Mr. Song, is Ms. Xia your girlfriend?"
It's no wonder that some people think about it, it's because their looks are too high, the men are handsome and the women are beautiful, and they fit in very well together.
As soon as this was said, several people on the table looked over curiously, looking at them as if they were gossiping, and even Yan Zhuo couldn't help pricking up their ears.
Xia Zhao blushed from their stares, shook his head and said, "No, Mr. Song already has a girlfriend."
…
Yan Zhuo lowered his eyes, and the others also closed their mouths.
The atmosphere on the table was a little awkward for a moment.
Song Yan took a sip of her tea, and joked lightly: "Song doesn't dare to climb such an excellent lady like Xia Zhao."
Xia Zhao said, "No, Song Tianxian, you're joking."
The two of them boasted about business like you and me, and the embarrassment quickly passed.
Zhou Yang asked curiously: "Why is Mr. Song called Song Tianxian?"
Song Yan said: "Girlfriend is messing around, she just chose a random name."
"Oh... that's it." It turned out to be a pet name between the young couple. After eating a big mouthful of dog food, Zhou Yang immediately shut his mouth and ate quietly.
Others at the table were still talking and chatting lively, only Yan Zhuo was absent-minded and eating in silence, biting his chopsticks, his eyes fixed on a certain dish on the table in a daze.
It's great that Song Yan has a girlfriend. This happened to show that his choice at the time was right, Song Yan was a straight man, and he should return to a normal life instead of getting entangled with him and doing things he didn't like.
At that time, Song Yan was blind, and when he needed someone to take care of him, he might still be a little dependent on him. Now that Song Yan saw it, he should have completely forgotten him.
Alas, after all, he was someone he liked so much before, Yan Zhuo really couldn't face him calmly all the time.
He gulped down his chest, trying to extinguish the hot little flame in his heart.
Don't burn it, he thought, it's useless to start it again.
Now there is no need for a cold wind, a light breeze can already blow away his little bit of affection for Song Yan.