Song Yan was tall and burly, and at first glance he was quite capable of bluffing people, forcing the brats headed by the little fat man to take a step back in a hurry.
"You you... do you want to fight?" the little fat man asked in a trembling voice.
"Me?" Song Yan raised his eyebrows and said slowly, "I don't hit children."
The little fat man felt relieved when he heard that he wouldn't beat the child, straightened his chest and said, "Then...then what do you want to do?"
Song Yan said: "Compete with you."
The little fat man snorted, pointed at Yan Zhuo with disdain and said, "He is my defeated opponent, and you are my defeated opponent's friend, then you will also be my defeated opponent."
Song Yan narrowed his eyes dangerously, and he smiled very nicely.
"You're wrong," he said, "I'm not his friend, so I won't be your defeat."
Yan Zhuo, who was behind him, chuckled when he heard this sentence. It's funny for no reason, he never knew that Song Yan was so... childish with a child.
Song Yan heard his laughter, turned to glance at him, and said three words silently.
Yan Zhuo was taken aback for a moment, and his heart skipped a beat. If he read correctly, Song Yan's mouth shape just now was: boyfriend.
Same rules as Yan Zhuo just played, Song Yan also won two out of three games. After three rounds, Song Yan won a grand slam.
The little fat man pursed his lips. Although he was not convinced, he had no choice. He took out 20 yuan and handed it to Song Yan: "Here you are!"
Song Yan flicked the banknotes with his fingertips, and asked the little fat man, "What's the matter? Will you accept the bet?"
The little fat man had never seen such a narrow-minded adult, and he jumped his feet angrily: "You, you, you, what are you so proud of, don't you just win!"
Song Yan hummed, and said without expression: "That's why I'm proud."
The little fat man said again: "What are you showing off!"
"I won."
…
The little fat man was about to die of anger, but this time he rolled his eyes and simply ignored him.
Song Yan smiled and handed 20 yuan to Yan Zhuo.
Yan Zhuo coughed, embarrassed to put it in his pocket. For some reason, he had an inexplicable, bullying feeling.
Nancheng is a sea city. After leaving the market, you can see the sea all the way.
The morning sun shines on the sea level, like little stars. When the breeze blows, the stars sparkle and twinkle, which is very beautiful.
Song Yan applied the brakes and stopped the car suddenly.
Yan Zhuo asked him strangely: "Why did you stop suddenly?"
Song Yan said, "Look at the sea."
Yan Zhuo grew up in Nancheng, so he didn't think anything strange about the sea. He glanced at Song Yan and asked curiously, "Have you never seen the sea?"
Song Yan narrowed his eyes and thought for a while: "Yes, I went to coastal cities when I was sketching in college."
Yan Zhuo said "Oh", and then Song Yan said again: "But I have never seen the sea in Nancheng."
"... Is there a difference?" Yan Zhuo asked, isn't the sea the same
Song Yan smiled and said, "There is a difference."
"What's the difference?"
Song Yan gave him a deep look, but didn't speak.
Yan Zhuo realized quickly, the difference is... him? It's really not his narcissism, it's just how Song Yan feels to him recently. As long as there is an opportunity to tease him, Song Yan will never miss it. I don't know if Song Yan was like this in the past or if he has practiced in the past few years. In short, it is... hard to say.
This is not in line with Song Yan's character at all.
Thinking of Song Yan in the past, Yan Zhuo sighed, Song Yan's attitude towards him was completely different from before and now.
One never dared to think, and the other never dared to forget.
He may not even remember how humble he was before, but he still remembers Song Yan's dispensable attitude towards him.
Yan Zhuo was immersed in his own small world, unaware that Song Yan had been staring at him for a long time, and could even tell what he was thinking from his expression.
Song Yanyan patted him and said, "I really want to do something now."
Yan Zhuo was still a little dazed when he came back to his senses, he followed his words and asked without thinking too much: "What?"
Song Yan's eyes deepened, and he whispered, "One thing you can also participate in."
As soon as the words fell, he hooked Yan Zhuo's chin and kissed it gently.
"Well."
…
The breeze was blowing gently, rolling up the dust on the road. The sunlight passed through the distance between the two of them breathing and staggered, and shone behind them.
Song Yan gently licked Yan Zhuo's lips, a little emotional and happy, at least at this moment, Yan Zhuo didn't hide.
After the hooligans were done playing, Song Yan started again. Before leaving, he glanced at Yan Zhuo. Yan Zhuo was not displeased or embarrassed. On the contrary, he was very calm, so calm that he didn't care.
This made Song Yan inexplicably unhappy.
Fifteen minutes later, the motorcycle stopped at the school carport on time. Yan Zhuo pulled out the car keys, ignored Song Yan and walked towards the teaching building with a bunch of things.
Song Yan pursed his lips, looked at his back as he left, and couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.
To be precise, Yan Zhuo is a bit weird.
You say he is angry, but you can't see it from the face, you say he is not angry, he becomes ignorant again.
It's just... maddening.
After wiping his face, Song Yan felt a strong sense of frustration for the first time.
When Yan Zhuo came to the classroom, Zhou Yang was having a lecture with Xiao Zhu. As soon as he saw Yan Zhuo, the gossip radar on his head lit up, and then directly blasted Xiao Zhu away.
As soon as Xiao Zhu left, he bent his gossip eyes and asked Yan Zhuo with a smile, "What did Mr. Song do to you?"
"What to do." Yan Zhuo pretended to be stupid. He didn't want to satisfy Zhou Yang's boring snooping at all, and he didn't want to discuss anything about Song Yan with others.
Zhou Yang reminded him: "That's all, didn't he drive me away just to have a private date with you, and then do something hooligan?"
"No." Yan Zhuo said, "You think too much."
How can it be! He has always had a very accurate sixth sense, okay? Zhou Yang's curiosity couldn't be satisfied, so he scratched his heart and wanted to know even more. He asked, "Mr. Song stayed here just to wait for your change of heart?"
This is the first time for Yan Zhuo to hear someone describe him as "changing his mind", he suddenly felt amused: "I have no feelings for him for a long time."
"Tch." Zhou Yang didn't believe it, he couldn't hold back and said, "Just say what you mean, if you don't have feelings for him, how can you still have this attitude?"
Yan Zhuo asked: "What attitude?"
"You should know best." Zhou Yang shrugged and said without any concealment: "Don't you feel that you are very tangled now, as if split into two pieces. You give me the feeling that you are pushing him away while It's different when he leaves, he wants to forgive him, but he can't pass his own test."
It is said that the authorities are obsessed, but the bystanders are clear, and Yan Zhuo is no exception. He didn't know what he was thinking at all, and he became slightly clear after hearing Zhou Yang finish speaking.
Seeing his blank eyes, Zhou Yang felt sorry for him, and asked after a pause: "What are you thinking? Do you want to forgive him? If you want to be together sooner or later, then don't bother, or you won't be bothered if the other party feels bad." Nice."
"I don't know," Yan Zhuo said, "I really don't know."
There was a time when Song Yan treated him well, making him think that he could warm up Song Yan and get Song Yan's love, but unfortunately he couldn't do it when he arrived.
But now, Song Yan suddenly treated him very well, as if he really wanted to give him love, but he didn't dare to take it anymore.
and…
Yan Zhuo suddenly looked out the window, as if remembering something long ago.
"Do you think the living are better than the dead?" he asked.
Zhou Yang didn't understand, but he had an intuition that this was not a good word, so he frowned and asked, "What about the living and the dead? Can you speak more auspiciously?"
Yan Zhuo lowered his head and said nothing.
He thought: I just want a person who loves me wholeheartedly, that person can love me without distracting thoughts.