There are many people going to the market in the morning market, and it is full of people at a glance. Yan Zhuo and Song Yan struggled to weave through the crowd. If one of them didn't pay attention, they might lose sight of each other when they turned around.
Seeing that Song Yan's face was turning green, Yan Zhuo wanted to laugh but held back, he comforted, "Today is a temple fair, so there are a lot of people."
An aunt next to him bought a fish, and the wet tail of the fish touched Song Yan's hand. He gave a cold "ah" and said coolly, "It's really lively."
Yan Zhuo thought he had too many things to do, so he spread his hands and asked, "So, why do you insist on following?"
Song Yan glanced at him: "Why don't you know about me?"
Of course Yan Zhuo knew, but he was about to insist: "How do I know?"
It was already crowded and the distance between people was very close, now Song Yan simply put his arms around his waist and whispered in his ear: "Because of you."
"..." Yan Zhuo blushed visible to the naked eye, he quickly turned his head away, and silently lowered his eyes.
Song Yan smiled lightly, thinking: The browser is right, it is better to be easy to chase than to be easy to flirt with.
After a while, when Yan Zhuo was about to finish shopping, he asked Song Yan all the way: "What do you want to buy?"
Song Yan was watching the uncle chop meat, and said, "I don't have anything to buy."
"..." Yan Zhuo glared at him: "Then you still have to follow!"
Song Yan let out a "huh", thought carefully and said, "Is there a stationery store here?"
Yan Zhuote said speechlessly: "This is the morning market, of course not."
"..."
Yan Zhuo really convinced him, and asked, "What did you go to the stationery store to buy?"
"Glue." Song Yan said.
No matter how hard he tried, the pile of mirror fragments could not be put together firmly. He suspected that the glue was not sticky enough.
Yan Zhuo said, "I'll buy it later when I go back. I remember there is one on the way."
"Yeah." Song Yan reminded him, "The mirror will be finished soon."
"..."
Yan Zhuo paused, he could pretend that the stationery store had closed down.
After shopping, Yan Zhuo and Song Yan walked to the parking lot, where their small motorcycles were parked.
Rows of shops on the side of the road have just opened, and the shopkeepers are yawning before they wake up, and they have started a busy day.
Song Yan said with emotion: "This place is so different from City H."
"Yes," Yan Zhuo said, "Nancheng has long days, so the shops open early."
"Then won't you feel uncomfortable going to City H?"
"Yes." Yan Zhuo frowned, as if remembering something particularly unbearable, "Especially the weather in City H, I couldn't get used to it until my senior year, it was too cold."
Song Yan likes to hear him talk about this kind of things, so he asked: "What else?"
"Also..." Yan Zhuo turned his head and thought for a while, "I couldn't get used to your eating habits at first, and in your place, it will be dark at three or four in the afternoon, and you will be on the road at eight or nine in the evening. There are no people around, so how do you start the nightlife." He said with a smile: "It's not like our Nancheng, the nightlife is very rich."
nightlife? Song Yan raised his eyebrows, he said "Oh" and asked, "What kind of nightlife is there?"
Yan Zhuo said: "That's too much, I can't finish it."
Song Yan nodded and asked casually: "Then do you go there often?"
"Of course I—" Yan Zhuo realized that he was talking more and more, and stopped the conversation in time, and said fiercely: "It's none of your business."
Song Yan snorted coldly, and wanted to say something else, but Yan Zhuo suddenly stopped and said, "The parking lot is here, go and pick up the car, I'll wait for you here."
Song Yan squinted at him: "Come with me."
"No."
"You want to change the subject, don't you?" Song Yan saw his plan, squinting his eyes like a fox, "I won't let you do it."
"..."
Yan Zhuo was just too lazy to take these few steps, he didn't think much about it at all, he winked at Song Yan, and said innocently: "Can you stop being so confident all the time? To you..." He pretended to be disdainful Laughed: "Is it worth my effort to change the subject?"
What does it mean to be despised, this is it. I didn't expect that Yan Zhuo's ability to ridicule people would improve so quickly after not seeing him for a few years. Song Yan sighed, he actually had a strange feeling of "my family has a child who is just growing up".
He touched Yan Zhuo's head, and said: "Then you wait here obediently, don't run around."
Yan Zhuo froze for a moment, this sentence was too familiar, it was a sentence he often said to him when he was taking care of Song Yan, but he didn't expect that he could hear it from Song Yan's mouth today.
After Song Yan left, Yan Zhuo stayed on the side of the road boredly, beside a group of children playing marbles, he walked over curiously.
When one of the children saw Yan Zhuo, he smiled slyly, and then deliberately hit the marbles at his feet, and he almost fell to the ground with his belongings without paying attention.
"Hahahaha..." The group of brats laughed loudly as they watched the excitement.
Damn it, he can be bullied by children even if he walks properly! Yan Zhuo gritted his teeth angrily.
He stabilized his body and threatened, "Where are your parents?"
One of the chubby boys stuck out his tongue, not afraid of his threat at all: "I'm at home, do you want to look for it? I can tell you the address."
"..." Are the children nowadays so arrogant
Yan Zhuo was devastated, he was upset, he turned around and stopped talking to them, it would be embarrassing if he quarreled with a group of children on the street.
…
After a while, Song Yan came out of the parking lot on a motorcycle.
Yan Zhuo saw him as if he saw a savior, and urged: "Hurry up and leave."
Song Yan glanced at him strangely. Just as he was about to start the car, he suddenly heard a group of laughing voices: "He lost, he lost hahaha, the adults will run away if they lose..."
Song Yan turned to look at the group of children and asked, "Who lost?"
Everyone pointed at Yan Zhuo.
"..." Yan Zhuo lowered his head helplessly, he just wanted to swallow this sullen breath, and he didn't know the same as children. But he couldn't help these little kids keep provoking him, so he made a bet with them.
The gamble was marbles, and the bet was twenty yuan, two out of three games.
Yan Zhuo thought he had lived for more than 20 years and ate more salt than these children, so he would definitely win, but after two games, he lost terribly.
The third set... the fourth set, still the same.
It's so miserable, Yan Zhuo couldn't bear to think about it anymore, he covered his face and just wanted to escape from this place of right and wrong.
But Song Yan was also a wink, knowing that he was ashamed, he insisted on pouring salt into his wounds, and he didn't have the consciousness to shut up at all.
"How bad is the loss?" Song Yan asked the bottom line.
Yan Zhuo buried his head in his hands, holding his respect in a muffled voice: "One... a little..."
That's a lot. Song Yan knew Yan Zhuo's one-of-a-kind personality too well, he stepped down from the car seat with a single leg.
"Yan Zhuo." He said.
"Huh...?" Yan Zhuo raised his head from the palm of his hand and stared blankly at him.
Song Yan stared at him blankly, Yan Zhuo's breathing became tense all of a sudden.
"What... what's wrong?"
Song Yan smiled, leaning towards his ear with a smile in his eyes.
"Look at it," Song Yan said, "I'll win it back for you."