Song Yan kept his word, and stayed here for a week. Yan Zhuo didn't say a word to him during the period, and treated him as a stranger directly. He was not annoyed, nor did he feel any embarrassment, he was calm and calm.
On the other hand, Zhou Yang stayed in the same room with them for a long time, causing him to sleep unsteadily, and he could only hold back what he wanted to say, which directly affected his mental state and continued to decline.
Another day, Zhou Yang was discussing with Yan Zhuo with two big dark circles under his eyes: "Can I move to sleep with Xiao Zhu, I would rather squeeze with him than put between you and Mr. Song." He wailed: " The feeling of being a third party is simply too painful!!"
His expression was exaggerated, and the wrinkles on his forehead could kill a fly.
Yan Zhuo had no sympathy at all, and asked: "Where is the pain?"
"It's painful everywhere, it's a double torture of body and mind."
"..." Yan Zhuo sighed and suggested, "Why don't you tell him to let him leave the school."
"Forget it," Zhou Yang shrank his head, "This requires a lot of courage, which I lack for the time being."
"Why don't you talk about it?" Zhou Yang looked at Yan Zhuo expectantly.
Yan Zhuo was silent for a while: "Understood."
Wednesday was a sunny day, when Yan Zhuo woke up, Song Yan was standing by the window on the phone.
The golden sunlight hit him, peaceful and warm.
Yan Zhuo pricked up his ears and listened. From his few words of reply, Yan Zhuo guessed that Song Qiao should be on the opposite side.
When Song Yan hung up the phone, Yan Zhuo couldn't hold back and asked, "How is Ya Ya now...?"
He left in a hurry back then, and because of the trouble with Song Yan, he didn't say hello to Song Qiao and the others before leaving City H.
Song Yan turned around, facing him against the light, Yan Zhuo couldn't see his expression clearly, and heard him say after a long time: "I left three years ago."
"Go, go?" Yan Zhuo's eyes widened in disbelief. Was it the word "go" that he understood
But how could it be, he remembered that a few days before he left, Song Yaya's condition had just improved, Song Yaya was still so young, she was so cute, so kind...how could it be.
Yan Zhuo was stunned on the bed, his mind was in chaos, he blinked, and then fixedly stared at somewhere on the ground.
Song Yan felt sore when he saw it, and walked over to wipe the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, and said softly, "Don't cry."
Yan Zhuo sniffed, feeling the tenderness of his fingertips, and felt even more sad.
"It's okay," Song Yan comforted, "You can think about it from another angle, Ya Ya just... went to accompany her mother."
At least for the past three years, Song Yan has been persuading himself in this way.
Yan Zhuo's eyes were sour, his lips were trembling but he couldn't speak, after a while he calmed down and said to Song Yan, "I'm sorry."
Song Yan smiled, but didn't understand where his apology came from: "What are you apologizing for?"
Yan Zhuo bowed his head: "I shouldn't have asked too much, you must...you must be very sad."
"It's all over." Song Yan said lightly, "Ya Ya has always been with me."
Yan Zhuo raised his head: "Huh?"
Song Yan pointed to his eyes: "This is what she left for me."
"... cornea?"
"Um."
…
That day until Yan Zhuo left the dormitory to go to work, he didn't say anything about driving Song Yan away, maybe it was to take care of Song Yan's emotions, because he was keenly aware of Song Yan's sadness when Song Yaya was mentioned And sad, but just hide it.
Song Yan has always been like this.
At noon the next day, Zhou Yang finally reached an agreement with Xiao Zhu and moved to his dormitory.
And Yan Zhuo only found out after dinner in the evening.
"Where's your loyalty?" Yan Zhuo was indignant.
"No," Zhou Yang shook his head vigorously, "I never have this thing."
"..."
Yan Zhuo sighed in admiration, and stepped on his white shoes heavily to feel comfortable all over.
"Ahhh!!" Two seconds later, Zhou Yang's pig cry came from the dormitory.
The cry was so loud that Song Yan next door could hear it.
Song Yan pursed his lips, and Yan Zhuo appeared at the door of the dormitory after a while.
Song Yan teased: "Are you done with your revenge?"
Yan Zhuo glanced at him, then walked slowly to his bed, thinking that you were the culprit, he said angrily, "It's none of your business."
Why is it none of his business. Song Yan raised his eyebrows and said, "From now on, there will only be the two of us left in this room. Hello, roommate."
Yan Zhuo said: "Who is your roommate..." Obviously you broke into the house.
There was a strong accusation in his tone, how could Song Yan not hear it.
Song Yan curled his lips and glanced him up and down.
Yan Zhuo swallowed.
Song Yan's eyebrows were high, and his eyes were deep, giving people an incomprehensible feeling when he seemed to be smiling but not smiling. It's like... like he can tell what you're thinking just by looking at you.
Yan Zhuo glanced at the head, his eyes wandering around erratically.
Song Yan stared at him sharply, and suddenly asked, "What are you hiding from?"
Yan Zhuo denied: "I didn't." Then he turned around and was about to walk towards the door, he really couldn't stay any longer.
Song Yan took a big step and stretched out his arms to stop him.
"Let's chat." Song Yan said.
Yan Zhuo frowned, and said stiffly: "We have nothing to talk about."
"Wait," Song Yan saw that he was about to leave again, and quickly grabbed his arm, "Listen to me first—"
Yan Zhuo stood up straight: "Listen to what you said?"
"I-"
"You forced Zhou Yang away."
"..."
"Song Yan." Yan Zhuo sighed, "Stop playing, go back."
Song Yan was taken aback by what he said, and slowly let go of his hand, frowning and said in disbelief: "You think... I'm playing? I forced Xiao Zhou away?"
"Isn't it?" Yan Zhuo pursed his lips.
Song Yan wanted to strangle himself very much at this moment, how many excessive things did he do in the past that made Yan Zhuo think of him so much and avoid him like a snake.
His lips moved, moved again, and finally he could only explain dryly: "Yan Zhuo, I'm not playing."
Song Yan's injured expression hurt Yan Zhuo's heart, his heart throbbed in pain, he plucked his hair, and turned his head away in agitation.
He didn't want to see Song Yan.
Because he is too stupid, he still can't understand the intention of Song Yan's actions, or he is unwilling to think deeply. If you think deeply, you will fall.
Three years, it took him nearly three years to get out, and he didn't want to get stuck in it anymore.
He will no longer be a licking dog, nor will he be hurt by others.
Song Yan has no heart, he should have seen it clearly from the beginning.
Yan Zhuo said: "No matter what you are thinking, please stay away from me."
Song Yan swallowed: "Yan Zhuo, I can't do it."
"You can't do it! What can't you do! You already have girlfriends and you've been pestering me all the time! What can't you do!"
After saying this, Yan Zhuo walked forward in a daze.
Seeing him go, Song Yan hurriedly chased after him, and then hugged him tightly from behind: "I don't, Yan Zhuo I don't."
"I don't have a girlfriend."
Yan Zhuo's heart twitched.
The person behind him was very tall, and Yan Zhuo could feel that he could hit Song Yan's mouth when he leaned his head back slightly, he calmed down and said indifferently: "It doesn't matter to me whether you are alive or not."
It doesn't matter how, Song Yan secretly kissed his hair, and remained silent without speaking.
Yan Zhuo said angrily, "Let go."
Song Yan muffled: "I don't—"
Song Yan hugged him and whispered in his ear: "I have been looking for you for almost three years. Yan Zhuo, I miss you very much."
Yan Zhuo let him hold her like this, but didn't respond.
Song Yan hugged her arms closer.
Yan Zhuo had no choice but to say, "You are disgusting like this, you know that."
The law of heaven favors reincarnation, Song Yan once said this to Yan Zhuo. He didn't understand at that time, but now he realizes what kind of feeling it is.
Look, no more talking. Yan Zhuo sighed deeply. He said to Song Yan coldly and calmly: "Let go, don't follow me anymore, you go home."
Song Yan let go of his arms.
Without the shackles, Yan Zhuo hurriedly took two steps back to a safe range.
Song Yan's eyes were gloomy, and he said in a deep voice, "Is that why you bother me so much?"
"Does it make sense? Will you leave if I bother you?"
After Yan Zhuo said this, he turned around, while Song Yan's feet were firmly nailed to the spot as if a thousand catties had been poured into them.
Song Yan clenched his fists secretly, he didn't want to leave, and he didn't want to leave.
Yan Zhuo's back is stubborn and firm, as if he wants to walk out of his world again.
And he will, again, never find him.
Song Yan finally lost his composure, couldn't hold back the panic in his heart, and hurriedly said to his back: "I'm chasing you, can't you feel that I'm chasing you?"
The atmosphere was suddenly strange, and Song Yan's voice was like a spell, breaking the only trace of tranquility in the room.
Listen, what kind of bullshit is this, feeling? What else do you want to feel? My feelings disappeared because of you eight hundred years ago.
Yan Zhuo was so angry that blue veins appeared on his forehead.
He didn't even look back, and sneered directly: "Who asked you to chase after me?" He paused: "I don't care."
"Boom—"
a sound.
After Yan Zhuo said the last four words, he closed the door viciously, leaving Song Yan alone in the room.