The mirror was broken into 31 pieces, large and small, and Song Yan, who was in the shape of a small triangle, could not be found no matter how hard he looked.
Sighing helplessly, Song Yan had no choice but to put together the rest first. He carefully squeezed the glue between the two fragments, and it was almost sticky, but it was not strong at first glance.
Song Yan picked it up and looked at it, and with a "snap", the pieces that had just been glued separated again.
…
He was really convinced.
Song Yan hadn't done this kind of delicate work for eight hundred years, so he was really at a loss. He used the browser to search for a long time before he gradually found a way.
When Yan Zhuo came back, Song Yan was still fighting. He was putting together the pieces with one hand, and knocking on the table with the other hand, looking as if he was about to run out of patience.
Yan Zhuo kindly reminded him: "Throw it away if you can't put it together, don't turn around and cut your feet when the pieces fall on the ground."
Song Yan was not very happy when he heard this, and said stubbornly: "I said I will fight well, so I will."
Yan Zhuo rolled his eyes in his heart, unable to understand his inexplicable confidence.
"Then you fight slowly." Yan Zhuo said, anyway, he felt that he couldn't fight well.
It was already eight o'clock in the evening, and Song Yan's eyes were about to turn red, and he had only completed half of the fight, and the half of the fight looked very... precarious.
He glanced at Yan Zhuo, and said lightly: "Don't worry, I can finish the other half tonight."
Yan Zhuo nodded, and asked again: "Then it's done? What can I do? What do you think can be changed?"
Song Yan knew that he couldn't change anything, he just wanted to use this to prove his mind.
You see, a broken mirror can be reunited, as long as you work hard enough, as long as you like it enough.
No more talking, Song Yan has always liked to prove himself with actions, he turned around and devoted himself to the restoration project of the mirror.
Yan Zhuo looked at his slightly bent back and his eyes felt a little sore.
You said you knew this earlier, so why did you do it in the first place? If you had been a little nicer to me at the time, it would have been better, and I wouldn't be so upset, and I wouldn't... be so sad about this test of mine.
The next day, Yan Zhuo woke up early because he wanted to go shopping in the county with Zhou Yang. When he just woke up, before he fully opened his eyes, he instinctively looked towards the opposite side, and there was no one on the bed.
What about Song Yan?
He sat up suddenly and looked around in a daze. These days, he has been used to seeing Song Yan every morning when he wakes up, but he will not be able to see it, and he is a little panicked.
When Song Yan came in, what he saw was such a scene, Yan Zhuo looked around anxiously, as if he had lost something.
"What's the matter?" he asked, "What are you looking for?"
"Huh..." Yan Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, "No... nothing."
Song Yan just finished washing, exuding a refreshing breath, he joked: "Could it be that you are looking for me?"
Yan Zhuo was suddenly guessed what he was thinking in his heart, and quickly lowered his head to cover up: "I think too much about you."
Song Yan raised his eyebrows.
He fell asleep on the stool while trying to piece together the pieces yesterday, and fell asleep until four o'clock. After waking up, he couldn't fall asleep anymore, so he simply went to the playground for a run and washed up.
Song Yan glanced at the wall clock and asked him, "Why did you wake up so early?"
Yan Zhuo coughed, and said in a hoarse voice, "I have to go out later."
Song Yan asked: "Where are you going?"
"In the town," Yan Zhuo said, "there is a morning market today."
morning market? Song Yan hurriedly said, "I'll go with you."
"No," Yan Zhuo refused without thinking, "What are you going to do?"
"..."
"I'm going shopping." Song Yan said.
"I'll bring it for you, what do you want?"
"Too many." Song Yan was determined to go to the market with him.
"..." Yan Zhuo sighed, and sincerely reminded: "But there is no place for you anymore."
Song Yan thought he was still looking for a reason to shirk, and said coldly: "I will let it have it."
At half past six, Yan Zhuo and Song Yan showed up at the school gate on time. Two minutes later, Zhou Yang also arrived. He circled them coquettishly on a small electric motorcycle, and said, "Gude Mao Ning."
Yan Zhuo was sullen and didn't want to talk to him.
On the other hand, Song Yan, who was quite enthusiastic, said hello and asked, "You don't want to drive, so why don't you ride this?"
"That's right," Zhou Yangte patted the handlebar proudly, and said, "This is the treasure of our school. Besides, the morning market is not far from here. Green travel is very important."
"..."
Song Yan was speechless, he didn't expect that Yan Zhuo's sentence "There is no place for you" was really not to scare him.
Song Yan thought for a while, and said to Zhou Yang, "Get out of the car, and I'll take Yan Zhuo there."
As soon as Zhou Yang heard this, he immediately remembered their improper relationship before, and glanced at Yan Zhuo quietly. Yan Zhuo made a gesture of wiping his neck, as if to say: "If you dare to betray your trust and abandon the car, you will be finished."
Swallowing his saliva, Zhou Yang looked at Song Yan again, but the latter didn't threaten him, but just squinted at him.
God, it's scary!
Zhou Yang has no conscience, he doesn't know what friendship is the most important thing, he only knows that life is the most important thing, he stopped the small electric motorcycle according to the principle of life, and said "goodbye" to Yan Zhuo. Run to school.
With a wave of your sleeves, you won't take a single cloud away.
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In fact, Song Yan has never driven an electric motorcycle at all, and he has not even ridden a few times, but he is confident that he can drive it very well.
He sat on it, leaned on the handlebar and said to Yan Zhuo in a deep voice: "Get in the car."
Yan Zhuo's face was ashes, and he sat down behind him resignedly.
The car was not big, Yan Zhuo stuck to Song Yan's back as soon as he sat on it, and then he felt the temperature from Song Yan's back.
"Hold me." Song Yan said.
Yan Zhuo didn't want to hug him, he just stretched out his hands to grab the corners of his clothes.
Song Yan sighed, turned the handlebar with his right hand, "swish" and flew out of the car.
"Ah—" Yan Zhuo couldn't react in time, the bridge of his nose hit the back of his neck, and the soreness immediately irritated from the nasal cavity to the eyes.
Song Yan hurriedly stopped the car to check.
Yan Zhuo glared at him, covered his nose and said, "Did you do it on purpose!"
Song Yan was also very puzzled that he died before leaving the teacher. He took Yan Zhuo's hand away and said, "Let me see, is there any blood?"
"No," Yan Zhuo patted his hand away and said angrily, "I'm not that fragile yet."
"No." Song Yan insisted on looking at it, and started to touch it again.
Yan Zhuo was annoyed by him, so he let him have a look.
Song Yan took a closer look, and there was nothing wrong with it except for the slightly red tip of the nose. He felt relieved, and suddenly said: "In the future, even if it's just a minor injury, let me see it."
Yan Zhuo was stunned, not understanding where his words came from.
Song Yan looked funny at his dazed look, reached out and touched his head, then slightly bent down, looked at Yan Zhuo and said, "I'm sorry, I was blind before."
"..." Yan Zhuo was speechless, "Isn't this nonsense?"
Song Yan straightened up and smiled lightly, he was not only blind, but also blind. He often doesn't care about Yan Zhuo's emotions, allowing the other party to give to him unconditionally, while he enjoys everything the other party has given with peace of mind but never responds, every time he thinks of this, he will regret it very much.
After he regained his sight, he met Jiao Jing slightly. Jiao Jingwei told him many things, including the day Yan Zhuo left.
On the day Yan Zhuo left, he was injured and in a bad mood, but because he couldn't see it, he didn't know about it. Until now, he can't imagine how Yan Zhuo dragged his body to his house to find him. Maybe at that time, Yan Zhuo just wanted comfort and a hug, but he didn't give it. He could give it instinctively, but He didn't, instead he gave Yan Zhuo the greatest harm.
Song Yan closed his eyes in pain. This was a scene that made his heart ache every time he thought about it in the past two or three years.
Yan Zhuo didn't know what was going on in his mind, he only thought that he was nagging, so he stretched out his hand and poked him: "Are you still going?"
"Go." Song Yan got into the car, "Hold me tight."
Yan Zhuo thought for two seconds, stretched out his arm, and slowly wrapped it around his waist.