how you look like
Zhou Yang was chatting with Yan Zhuo when he suddenly saw him looking back without blinking.
"What's wrong?" Zhou Yang asked strangely: "What are you looking at, keep talking, you..."
Yan Zhuo didn't listen to him at all, just stared blankly at Song Yan who had gone and returned.
Song Yan strode towards the school as soon as he got out of the car. Although he was less than 200 meters away, he seemed to have run a whole marathon. His chest was still heaving slightly, and his mood made people feel very unstable.
"Yan Zhuo." He panted slightly, tightly clenched the hand hanging by his side, the veins throbbing on the back of the hand.
I finally found you. Song Yan thought.
finally.
So long, so long.
Now that the person he misses day and night is right in front of him, he restrains the urge to run over and hug Yan Zhuo tightly.
He was afraid that he would scare Yan Zhuo, and he was even more afraid that he would run away.
Yan Zhuo is very white, his mouth is very red, the outer corners of his eyes are slightly drooping, and there is a small mole between his eyebrows.
very nice.
Before seeing him, Song Yan couldn't imagine his appearance, but after seeing him, he felt that it should be like this.
It doesn't get any better than this.
It has always been Song Yan's regret not to have a photo of Yan Zhuo, at this moment, he finally fulfilled his obsession.
I see your appearance.
I don't know what went wrong, and how Song Yan recognized him. The moment Yan Zhuo heard his name, he suddenly felt like the dust had settled.
Forget it, there are some evil fates that cannot be avoided.
Yan Zhuo asked: "Didn't you... leave?"
Zhou Yang still didn't understand what was going on, so he asked Song Yan, "Did the car break down? Or did Xiao Zhu crash the car?"
Song Yan calmed down and said calmly, "Neither of them, I am the one who wants to come back."
"Oh..." Zhou Yang nodded, and suddenly realized something was wrong.
"Then... what about Xiao Zhu? Where did Xiao Zhu go?" Zhou Yang asked with wide-eyed eyes, as if Xiao Zhu had been abducted by someone.
Song Yan's mind was full of Yan Zhuo at the moment, and he didn't bother to talk to him at all. Hearing his questions, he simply said coldly: "You call him."
Song Yan's aura was too cold, so Zhou Yang shut his mouth quickly. He glanced at Yan Zhuo, who was stunned, and only then did he reflect the strange atmosphere between them, and suddenly some Erzhang monks couldn't figure it out.
Maybe it's because he's watched too many romantic dramas recently, and he always feels that their relationship is unusual, especially when they look at each other, it automatically forms a solid barrier, and there is no room for a third person.
Zhou Yang touched his nose inexplicably, it would be better for him to slip away first.
Zhou Yang said: "Hey...well, you guys talk slowly, I'll get busy first if I have something else to do."
Now that Song Yan had recognized him, Yan Zhuo didn't want to hide anymore, he sat down on the chair and asked, "Are you coming back to catch up with me?"
"No," Song Yan raised his foot and walked over the steps to his side, "I left something behind and I have to come back to get it."
His tone was serious, Yan Zhuo believed it, and cursed himself in his heart. He was acting affectionate again, and people didn't want to catch up with him at all.
Yan Zhuo laughed mockingly, took out a bunch of keys from his pocket and handed them to him: "The golden one is the dormitory key, you can get it if you forgot something."
Song Yan took the key and glanced at it, and put it in his trouser pocket casually. He didn't mean to fetch something, and he didn't mean to return the key to Yan Zhuo. He just stood there without speaking or leaving.
Yan Zhuo felt uncomfortable being stared at by him, and asked angrily, "What exactly do you want?"
Song Yan lowered his eyes, what does he want to do? He didn't think about it, he just ran back instinctively, the moment he heard Yan Zhuo's name.
At that moment, he felt his heart stopped beating, and now his heart would start beating again, Yan Zhuo was by his side, he was really... very happy.
Yan Zhuo couldn't hear him speak, and became more and more angry, wrinkled his face, and raised his voice suddenly: "Speak up!"
Song Yan smiled, he never knew that Yan Zhuo's expression could be so cute, he stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Yan Zhuo's head, but restrained himself.
He can't be in a hurry.
Song Yan lowered his hands, curled his lips and said, "You're still so irritable."
Ah.
Yan Zhuo laughed angrily at his words, and he didn't know who was more irritable. He still can't forget Song Yan smashing things everywhere when he lived in 108.
"Aren't you guilty of saying that?" Yan Zhuo asked him.
"Guilty." Song Yan replied obediently.
"..." Song Yan was getting more and more unruly, Yan Zhuo was speechless, he asked silently, "Why are you back?"
Song Yan didn't answer his question, but instead asked, "Why do you pretend to be dumb?"
Yan Zhuo twitched the corner of his mouth and said perfunctorily, "I'm happy."
OK. Song Yan nodded, reluctantly accepting this cliché. He moved the chair and sat face to face next to Yan Zhuo, and continued to ask: "You recognized me from the beginning, didn't you?"
Yan Zhuo said indifferently: "I'm not blind."
Song Yan was choked by his words, he moved his throat slightly and asked: "Over the past two years... how are you doing?"
As they got closer, the familiar smell rushed over, Yan Zhuo's nose soured, he blinked his eyes, and said lightly: "Your eyes are all back, why can't you see it?"
Both of these two sentences are sarcasm, Song Yanzao was angry before, but in fact, Yan Zhuo also hoped that he would be angry, and it would be best if he could get angry.
In this way, hello, hello, hello, everyone, it is best not to communicate with each other forever.
But what he didn't expect was that Song Yan was not angry, not even a bit sullen on his face.
Song Yan said: "Well, I can't tell."
"..."
What's a punch in the cotton, that's it.
Too lazy to say any more, Yan Zhuo stretched out his hand: "Give me back my key, I still have work to do, you can stay here as long as you like, I don't care about you."
It's still impossible to return it, Song Yan stood up and said, "I'm not leaving, I'm going to live here for the time being, and I'll return it to you after I get the key."
"You..." Yan Zhuo frowned, and was about to refuse and drive him away when Song Yan interrupted him.
Song Yan reminded: "Twice, I donated money to your school twice."
"..."
It is said that you have to hit seven inches to hit a snake, and now Yan Zhuo is being pinched so hard that he can't catch up, it's really aggrieved.
Yan Zhuo took a deep breath and said in a cold voice, "It's up to you."
Zhou Yang didn't understand why his distinguished guests would go back and forth, so he called Xiao Zhu in a daze, only to learn that Xiao Zhu was on his way to the airport.
Xiao Zhu said: "I still want to send Ms. Xia off. I heard from Mr. Song that he may have to live in our school for a while."
"Live?" Zhou Yang asked.
"That's right..." Xiao Zhu's signal was not very good, and his voice was stumbling, "He... is there something wrong, suddenly... anxious... in a hurry, and, he seems... Director Yan... and... just..."
Zhou Yang couldn't understand what he said, and said angrily: "What is it all about, let's talk about it when you come back."
He hung up the phone with a snap.
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Yang muttered to himself: "This is really weird."
Their poor school has nothing to ask for, there are not many students, and the employees are even less pitiful. The food in the cafeteria is not good, and the aunt is not good-looking. I don't understand the reason why Song Yan stayed.
Just at this time Yan Zhuo came out of the room, Zhou Yang saw him and immediately waved to him.
Yan Zhuo walked towards him.
Zhou Yang said: "Hey, I just gave..." He turned his tongue halfway through speaking: "No... what do you mean by that expression?"
Yan Zhuo's face was sullen, and the four big words "I'm not happy."
"Didn't you quarrel with Mr. Song?"
"No," Yan Zhuo got dizzy when he heard the word "Song", and said impatiently, "What's the matter, hurry up."
Zhou Yang said: "It's nothing. I just heard from Xiao Zhu that Mr. Song is going to live in our school for some time. I'm a little panicked now."
"Why panic?" Yan Zhuo asked, he should be the one to panic now.
He finally forgot about Song Yan, stopped thinking about him, and lived his life with peace of mind. Who would have thought that Nancheng is 3138 kilometers away from H City, such a long distance, that he would meet Song Yan again.
"Can you not panic!" Zhou Yang said, "He didn't come back home in good condition, why did he leave us here? Could it be..." His complexion changed: "It's not like he wants to check every donation made by our school. Use it."
Yan Zhuo was helpless: "What are you afraid of? You are neither corrupt nor accepting bribes, you...forget it..." He shook his head resignedly.
Yan Zhuo said, "It's not because of you, maybe it's because of me."
"You?" Zhou Yang's eyes widened in surprise.
"Well," Yan Zhuo closed his eyes, and then said lightly, "between me and him..." He didn't know how to describe their relationship, nor did he know how to describe Song Yan.
Love or hook up? Boyfriend or fluff
"What happened between you?" Zhou Yang was almost dying of curiosity.
"We used to be together." Yan Zhuo said, the last thing he could think of was this sentence.
It's very pale, it's just that the "body" has been together, that's all.
Zhou Yang didn't get it wrong at first, but when he did, he could only say "Damn it."
"Wow, shit, shit!" Zhou Yang stared like a bull, "Mr. Song Song Song Song is crooked?"
Yan Zhuo shook his head: "Straight man."
"That's right!" Zhou Yang said, "Didn't he say he had a girlfriend when we were eating in the cafeteria yesterday?"
"That's right." Yan Zhuo sighed numbly.
This is what he can't understand the most at the moment. Why does Song Yan stay here even though he has a girlfriend.
Could it be that she was bent by him and never came back straight? Then why is he talking about his girlfriend
The more Yan Zhuo thought about it, the more headache he felt, so he just stopped thinking about it. Anyway, he was relieved.
Who is Song Yan
Song Yan is the most complicated problem in this world, he can solve all the problems.
A few years ago, he solved Song Yan's question wrongly, which caused him to be unrecognizable. After a few years, he didn't want to solve the answer to this question anymore.