Yan Zhuo dawdled until before going to bed before going back to the dormitory. He couldn't explain why, and he didn't know why. He didn't want to face Song Yan now.
He was troubled and embarrassed.
The entanglement is that he did not refuse Song Yan's kiss, and the embarrassment is that he may not want to... refuse.
When he entered, Song Yan was still asleep, leaning lazily on the head of the bed, still holding a book in his hand.
Seeing him, Song Yan narrowed his eyes and asked straight to the point: "Are you hiding from me?"
Yan Zhuo paused his hands while hanging his coat, and said duplicity: "You think too much."
Song Yan was aggressive: "Then you came back so late?"
Yan Zhuo said concisely: "Work overtime."
Song Yan closed the book with a "snap": "Do you have to work overtime until 10 o'clock in the evening?"
Yan Zhuo suddenly became annoyed when he heard his questioning, and said coldly, "You're not finished yet."
As soon as he raised his volume, Song Yan's tone softened suddenly. Song Yan said: "I don't want you to avoid me, Yan Zhuo, it's not necessary."
He came to solve the problem, to save Yan Zhuo, and he didn't hope that what he did would push Yan Zhuo further and further away.
Yan Zhuo couldn't stand Song Yan talking to him like this, sighed and said: "You really... don't think too much, go to bed early."
Song Yan got up, approached him suddenly, and stared at him deeply: "Really? Am I really thinking too much?"
Yan Zhuo was frightened by his sudden gaze, startled, and stumbled backwards.
Song Yan grabbed him quickly with his eyes and hands, grabbed Yan Zhuo and brought him in front of him.
The two were very close, and the distance was a little dangerous.
Song Yan said: "Yan Zhuo, don't lie to me. I can see that you lie to me."
Yan Zhuo's heart was beating fast, in order to cover up his heart, he pretended to be annoyed and said, "What do you want to see, it's alright, are you annoyed? Go to sleep now."
Song Yan frowned, but his hands relaxed.
"I'm not bothering you anymore," he said.
He silently walked to his bunk and sat down, picked up the book and stared blankly. Yan Zhuo has never been so impatient with him, and he has never been annoyed by him, but now Yan Zhuo is showing more and more disgust towards him day by day.
Could it be that his way of chasing people is wrong? It was Yan Zhuo who really let go, and had no feelings for him at all.
Song Yan's eyes flicked randomly on the book, but his mind became a mess of worry.
what to do? What else can he do
…
Song Yan was in a state of confusion when the mobile phone next to his pillow rang suddenly. He picked it up and saw that it was a call from a person in charge of his studio.
Song Yan glanced at Yan Zhuo, who was thinking with his head down. Afraid of disturbing Yan Zhuo, he took his mobile phone and went to the outdoor corridor.
As soon as the phone was connected, there was an impatient and flustered voice from the person in charge: "Mr. Song, please come back quickly, a student in the studio has an accident, and the parents have come to see you. "
Song Yan frowned and asked him, "What happened to the student, what happened?"
"It seems that there was a conflict with another person in the dormitory, and then the two of them fought. One of them couldn't fight, and felt ashamed, so he jumped down from the third floor in a fit of anger. Now he has been rescued and is living in the hospital... Sigh, you said it hasn't come to the entrance exam yet, what's the matter?" The person in charge was also worried, and said in a hoarse voice: "Now, the parents of the child who jumped off the building have come and asked our studio to give an explanation. , People say that our studio has not fulfilled the obligation of supervision and care, so we have to pay half of the responsibility."
The incident happened so suddenly, no one would have thought that the usually cheerful boy would suddenly do such an extreme thing because of his face. The person in charge was overwhelmed and overwhelmed. In addition, Song Yan had not been in City H for a while, so he was even more at a loss.
This time he only heard Song Yan's voice, and his heart became much more at ease.
Song Yan asked: "Where is the other student? How is the mood?"
"I was so scared, I asked him to go home first, and let his parents handle the follow-up matters. Now, you have to come back quickly."
"Well, I know," Song Yan frowned, "You need to stabilize the parents of the students first, and I'll go back tomorrow."
After hanging up the phone, Song Yan leaned against the wall and sighed irritably, a hot feeling surged from his feet to the top of his head.
It's nothing.
Here, Yan Zhuo's matter has not been resolved, and his attitude has not eased, yet another incident happened in the studio over there... It's really sad.
Song Yan was in a bad mood and didn't want Yan Zhuo to see it. He digested his emotions in the corridor for a while before entering the house again.
When he pushed the door, Yan Zhuo had just finished washing, and there were still drops of water on the ends of his hair. He wiped his face casually with the towel around his neck, and said to Song Yan: "Have you washed? If you haven't washed, go quickly. I'm going to turn off the lights and go to sleep."
Song Yan didn't speak, put the phone in his pocket, walked to his side and took off the towel to dry his hair naturally.
"What are you doing?" Yan Zhuo was startled by his actions, making himself very uncomfortable.
Song Yan fiddled with his head, trying to arrange his hair clearly every day, he said softly: "Sleep without drying your hair, you will catch a cold."
Yan Zhuo's heart softened, but he still insisted on saying: "I know, could it be that I don't have long hands and I want to use you?"
"Well, it's long." Song Yan smiled, and said along with him: "I am willing."
"..."
What else can Yan Zhuo say, the so-called reaching out and not hitting people with smiling faces is what it is now.
He sighed silently, and wondered in his heart whether he had really been taken care of by Song Yan recently, or why he always wanted to tickle Song Yan.
Thinking of this, Yan Zhuo thought for a while and said to him: "You don't have to treat me like this, I can't get used to it."
Song Yan was brushing his hair carefully. Hearing this, he was taken aback for a while and said after a while: "Then... how can you get used to it?"
Yan Zhuo whispered: "I can't get used to it, and you don't think about how you treated me before..."
"Huh?" Song Yan didn't hear clearly.
"I said—" Yan Zhuo amplified his voice, "Be yourself."
Song Yan laughed and said, "I am me now."
Yan Zhuo shook his head: "No, how could Song Yan treat me so well."
Song Yan heard this sentence clearly, he finally couldn't deceive himself, he turned Yan Zhuo overbearingly and forcefully, so that the two faced each other and could see each other clearly.
"Yan Zhuo," he said in a soft voice, "I was wrong before, I have always been... bad to you, but I regret it, Yan Zhuo, I really regret it," he seemed to prove something, and put Yan Zhuo's hand reached his chest: "Now, I just want to be nice to you, very special. I've been looking for you for so long, and I just want to be nice to you for the rest of my life."
"How could it be?" Yan Zhuo stared blankly at his chest, "How could it be."
Song Yan felt distressed by his eyes, hated and angered himself in every possible way, why couldn't he treat Yan Zhuo better before.
He raised Yan Zhuo's head, looked straight into his eyes and said, "It's true, your eyes won't lie when you look at me."
Yan Zhuo still didn't trust: "Is it true that someone will wait for another person for three years just because they have only been together for six months?"
Song Yan closed his eyes: "It's not because of six months, it's because of you."
Because it's you, it doesn't matter how long you wait.
He must say this sentence, he is afraid that it will be too late, he has to say it first, to stabilize Yan Zhuo's heart, and also stabilize his own heart.
Early the next morning, Song Yan got up to pack his luggage. He said it was only a backpack.
Yan Zhuo was taken aback when he saw his backpack, and asked, "Are you leaving?"
I just talked to him a lot yesterday, and I'm leaving today? He left so suddenly, without warning.
Did you talk about farting yesterday
Song Yan zipped up and said, "I have something to do, I need to go back to City H."
Then are you coming back? Yan Zhuo clenched his fists and did not ask this sentence.
Forget it, those who want to stay will not leave. Those who want to leave will not look back.
"Then you have a safe journey." Yan Zhuo said.
"Well, I will."
Yan Zhuo was still not reconciled, so he asked again: "Is there anything particularly important for you?"
The kind that's important enough that you're leaving for a while? Leaving temporarily means that you will come back.
Song Yan didn't want him to be misunderstood, and he didn't want to worry him, so he casually explained the reason: "Fortunately, something happened in the studio, it's not a big problem."
That's it. Yan Zhuo's heart became cold after a while, it was so cold, he paused for two seconds and said: "Then you hurry back, I'll go wash up first."
Song Yan patted his head: "OK."
When Song Yan came unexpectedly, he left quietly. He thought that he would come back anyway, so he didn't say goodbye to Zhou Yang and the others.
When he arrived at the gate of the school, he took a taxi and ran to the airport.
Song Yan sat in the back seat lonely, thinking that it would be good if Yan Zhuo went back with him. Thinking of Yan Zhuo, he suddenly thought of Yan Zhuo's silly expression last night, and his heart softened. He instinctively touched his wrist, but he missed the familiar bracelet on his wrist.
He frowned and thought for a while, he seemed to have picked it off when he took a shower yesterday, and put it next to the pillow...
"Master, turn your head down and go back to the starting point." Song Yan said.
There is still plenty of time, he can go back and get the bracelet, although the bracelet will not be lost, but it was given to him by Yan Zhuo after all, if he is not with him for a moment, he will not feel at ease for a moment.
The dormitory was not far from the school gate, so he told the driver to go straight to the dormitory after waiting for him. During the period, he also touched the key in his pocket, for fear that he did not bring the key to the door.
Song Yan walked to the door of the dormitory not long after. He was just about to open the door, but the door was not locked.
He felt strange, Yan Zhuo should go to work now.
Song Yan raised his eyebrows, and was about to push the door, but it was very light, very light, and he heard a sob from inside the room.