On Sunday, there was a heavy snowfall in H City.
As soon as Yan Zhuo got up, he opened the curtains, and saw a layer of frost on the glass, and the outside was completely white.
He hugged himself instinctively, it must be cold outside.
Yan Zhuo packed up casually and went to the cafeteria. Because of the heavy snow, the road was difficult to walk, and few people went to the cafeteria to eat. Even so, he still saw Song Yan who came every day at a certain table.
Yan Zhuo sat down after buying the meal, and said hello: "Good morning, Mr. Song."
Hearing his voice, Song Yan paused and said, "Hello."
After saying hello, the two began to eat in silence.
Song Yan eats very slowly, and likes to chew slowly, as if what he is eating is not ordinary food, but some kind of food tasting party.
So every time he came first but every time Yan Zhuo finished eating first.
After finishing his meal, Yan Zhuo put away the plate and said, "Mr. Song, take your time, I'll go first."
Song Yan nodded, Yan Zhuo glanced at the rest of the food on his plate, raised his eyebrows, and walked away. I didn't expect to be such an adult, but to be so picky about food.
The temperature outside was low, Yan Zhuo walked extremely fast along the way. When he reached the hall, he was surprised by the picture in front of him.
I saw a group of old men and women sitting in a circle, with young nurses dancing in the middle.
…
Yan Zhuo followed everyone to watch for two or three minutes, and felt that it was meaningless, so he prepared to sneak away quietly. At this moment, Grandma Yang saw him and called out: "Xiaoyan is here, hurry up, come and perform a show for everyone."
Yan Zhuo: "..."
So, if he knew this earlier, why did he stop to watch the show.
Yan Zhuo said helplessly: "I can't coordinate my limbs when I dance, and I can't sing out of tune, so let's go."
Aunt Xu said: "Oh - it's okay, we won't dislike you."
Yan Zhuo wanted to say something, but was interrupted: "Young young man, don't be shy, come here!"
As soon as the voice fell, many people booed: "Come one! Come one!!"
Yan Zhuo raised his forehead, "Then I'll sing a song casually, don't laugh at me."
"Don't laugh, don't laugh!"
He coughed, cleared his throat, and began to sing, "Get up!"
Everyone thought he was going to cheer up the atmosphere, so they stood up one after another.
Yan Zhuo paused, and continued to sing: "People who don't want to be slaves, build our new Great Wall..."
…
Song Yan slid back to the hall slowly after eating, because it was snowing, he walked very carefully, when he got to the door of the hall and before he entered, he heard a burst of applause inside, he paused slightly, and then walked in again.
After Yan Zhuo sang one song, he was forced to sing another one. This time he sang a popular love song, a particularly sensational one.
When Yan Zhuo sang the third line, he caught a glimpse of Song Yan walking in from the outside, he was suffocated and almost choked back the lyrics.
But Song Yan was just passing by and left soon. In a daze, he didn't know if it was his illusion, but he felt that Song Yan smiled when he passed by, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly. Although, that's more than likely a mockery.
After the two songs were sung, Yan Zhuo was afraid of being haunted by this group of people again and would play the third song, so he hurriedly slipped away, and he didn't feel relieved until he reached the corner of the stairs.
Yan Zhuo patted his still-shocked chest, the grandparents were too scary.
He stayed there for a while, then walked to the door of 108.
At this time, 108 opened the windows and doors, and the wind and snow passed through the hall, blowing in front of us.
Yan Zhuo glanced in, but Song Yan was not there.
He thought to himself: How strange, where can he go
Yan Zhuo buried his head in someone else's house, feeling a bit guilty, he looked left and right and didn't dare to see anyone, and prepared to leave.
Unexpectedly, he turned his head and bumped into someone else.
"Ah—" Yan Zhuo covered his sore nose from the impact.
Song Yan was bumped into by someone at the door of his room, and he felt strange, but he was not surprised when he heard Yan Zhuo's voice.
Song Yan asked: "What are you doing?"
Song Yan's tone was not kind, making Yan Zhuo stunned. He was already guilty, but now he stumbled and said: "I, I didn't do anything, I just passed by and saw that you didn't close the door, and I was afraid that you would lose something, so I am going to close the door for you."
Song Yan could only hear his slightly lackluster voice, but couldn't see his flushed face, so he reluctantly believed it.
Yan Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, secretly sighing that he had escaped a disaster.
He was just about to leave when Song Yan stopped him again. Song Yan asked: "What's the name of the song you sang just now?"
Yan Zhuo let out an "ah" and replied, "Fleeing Years."
Song Yan had a strange expression: "Faye Wong's?"
Yan Zhuo didn't understand the meaning of his expression, so he let out a "hmm".
Song Yan's expression became even more strange.
Yan Zhuo scratched his head, he didn't understand why, he didn't realize it until he took a few steps, Song Yan's expression at that time should be described in four words - indescribable...
Yan Zhuo's singing out of tune would be a long way off, because it was his "talent" brought out by beating his mother's womb. If you really want to say it's particularly unpleasant, it's okay, at least Yan Zhuo can still listen to it. So Yan Zhuo was a little bit unconvinced when he was so disgusted at first. This dissatisfaction lasted until he returned to the dormitory.
Yan Zhuo opened the music listening software on his phone—
It's time for the shame to come!
He cleared his throat vigorously and sang several lines in succession.
"The song being played could not be recognized, please try again."
He sang a few more lines, louder this time.
"The song being played could not be recognized, please try again."
Depend on.
"What rubbish software!" Yan Zhuo muttered, throwing the phone on the bed.
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The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and there are swarms of people downstairs playing with the snow and making snowmen.
Yan Zhuo had no interest, he set an alarm and prepared to sleep. But before his head touched the bed, he was called again by a phone call.
Yan Zhuo glanced at the screen, it was Liu Yan calling. He waited silently for a while before the phone automatically hung up.
Yan Zhuo suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
He couldn't sleep anymore, he lay on the bed staring at the ceiling and started to be in a daze.
Liu Yan is his mother, but she is not close to him. Liu Yan and Yan Zhuo's father divorced when Yan Zhuo was very young, and Yan Zhuo was sentenced to his father.
In fact, Yan Zhuo wanted to be with his mother, but her mother didn't want him and just kept in touch with him.
When he was in the third grade of elementary school, Liu Yan got a new family and gave birth to another child. Since then, their contact has been less.
First, Liu Yan wanted to live a new life, and didn't want to be dragged forward by the people and things in the past.
Secondly, Yan Zhuo's father often told him, don't bother your mother all the time, she has a new life.
Therefore, for so many years, he and Liu Yan have rarely been in touch, so the relationship is naturally not close.
So, when Liu Yan called suddenly, Yan Zhuo didn't want to answer it because it was awkward.
It's really embarrassing for two people who are not very close and don't even take part in each other's lives, but they are bound tightly by the bond of blood relationship and greet each other politely from time to time.
Yan Zhuo stayed on the bed like this for a long time, until the noise outside could not be suppressed and spread into the silent room through the air, then he came back to his senses.
He put on his down jacket, changed into a pair of non-wet shoes, and walked out slowly.
Yan Zhuo came to the back garden, away from the hustle and bustle of the front yard. He silently built a snowman.
After the snowman was piled up, he faced the snowman face to face.
"Hello." He greeted in his own voice.
After finishing speaking, he narrowed his throat, stood beside the snowman and said, "Hello~"
cough. Yan Zhuo continued to use his own voice to say: "It's snowing so much, you're still outside, isn't it cold?"
He pretended to be a snowman and replied softly, "Of course it's not cold anymore. Are you a fool? I'm made of snow!"
Yan Zhuo was singing oboe vigorously, when suddenly there was a rustling sound, he was startled, and turned around abruptly.
nobody.
Yan Zhuo made up his mind, luckily no one heard his silly conversation talking to himself. He poked two holes in the snowman's face and said, "You can make do with it if you don't have eyeballs."
After finishing speaking, he suddenly remembered the dream he had that night, Song Yan turned into a snowman to goug his eyeballs...
Yan Zhuo rubbed his eye sockets unconsciously, picked up two small stones from the frozen lake and pressed them on the snowman's face.
"Now you have eyes," he said.
After doing all this, Yan Zhuo was ready to leave. As soon as he took two steps, he moved to the snowman as if thinking of something. With the frozen red fingers, he poked out two words—Song Yan.
Yan Zhuo thought it was funny, and turned on the phone to take an intimate photo with "Song Yan". After taking the photo, he patted Song Xueren's head lightly: "I hope that one day, you can see this beautiful world."
In the evening, around dinner time, very few people go to the cafeteria to eat. Because of the cold, everyone was too lazy to go out and move. So a lot of workload was added at once, and Yan Zhuo had to help the nurses deliver dinner together.
When it was delivered to 108, Yan Zhuo knocked on the door several times before he heard a response.
Song Yan opened the door a crack, because he was woken up in his sleep, and there was a sharp energy all over his body, and he almost had the word "displeased" taped on his forehead.
There is a dull hair on his head, which adds a bit of youthful air. This is strange, because this temperament does not match his stinky face.
Yan Zhuo was stunned for a second, then explained: "I'm here to deliver the food."
Song Yan nodded, stretched out his hand and said, "Give it to me."
Yan Zhuo looked down at the steaming pasta on the cart, and said with a headache, "I'm afraid you need my help."
Song Yan narrowed his eyes, frowned and asked, "Why?"
"Dinner is sliced noodles, which are very hot. I guess you—" Yan Zhuo considered his words, "it will burn your hands while holding it."
It's hard for him.
Song Yan sneered and let him in.
Yan Zhuo sighed secretly, as it is often said that being with a king is like being with a tiger, talking with Song Yan is more tiring than eunuchs serving the emperor in ancient times. I'm afraid that if I say a wrong word, I will offend the opponent.
Yan Zhuo put the sliced noodles on the table and settled them down before pushing the dining cart away. When leaving, Song Yan suddenly asked him: "What's your name?"
"..." Luckily, Yan Zhuo has known him for a long time, and Song Yan doesn't even know his name.
"My name is Yan Zhuo," he said, "Yan is the color of the color, and Zhuo is the one who thinks about it."
Song Yan asked: "Are you a part-time nurse here?"
Song Yan was half a head taller than Yan Zhuo, Yan Zhuo had to look up at him. Even though he knew he couldn't see, Yan Zhuo still looked into the other's eyes and replied, "No, I'm a volunteer."
Song Yan raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect it on this level. After a long time, he said, "Thank you for your face."
This was the first time he thanked him, Yan Zhuo smiled and said, "You're welcome, just put the bowl on the table after eating, and I'll collect it in an hour."
An hour is up in no time. Yan Zhuo began to collect bowls from door to door.
When he received Song Yan's house, he was talking on the phone with someone else. Hearing Yan Zhuo knock on the door, he said please come in.
Song Yan's tone was not very good when he called, and his brows were also furrowed. Under the cold light, the whole person looks cool and thin.
Yan Zhuo walked to the table carefully, silently put away the bowl, and then slipped away. Thinking with his toes, he also knew that there must be nothing good on the other end of the phone, otherwise Song Yan's face would not be so stinky.