After talking, the depression in Yan Zhuo's heart disappeared, but he suddenly talked about these things with Song Yan... These words that have been held in his heart for a long time, he was relieved and slightly embarrassed.
Yan Zhuo raised his eyelids and secretly glanced at Song Yan, then smiled embarrassedly.
Always, he should have known.
He couldn't refuse Song Yan at all.
Song Yan didn't know, he wiped the corners of Yan Zhuo's eyes with his fingertips, and looked at the redness at the corners of his eyes with distress.
"Yan Zhuo," he said, "forgive me, please, don't be angry with me anymore, don't be hard on yourself, if you still hate or resent, then you can say something that can make you happy, and I will help you You finish it."
Yan Zhuo was taken aback, thought for a long time before saying: "Forget it, no need."
"What?" Song Yan asked.
Yan Zhuo shook his head, but did not speak. In fact, he is more prone to softening his heart than he imagined, and he doesn't want to be so tugging and tugging anymore.
This is not good for anyone.
He should move on.
"I forgive you." Yan Zhuo said.
There's no need to hold on to it.
Although Yan Zhuo apologized, Song Yan was still a little apprehensive, he smiled softly and said, "Yan Zhuo."
"Um?"
"We..." He originally wanted to say reconciliation, but he suddenly remembered that he had never promised Yan Zhuo and had never confirmed the relationship between the two, so he changed his mouth and said, "Shall we be together?"
Yan Zhuo thought about it seriously and said, "Now... now is not good..."
Song Yan frowned, his body stiffened instantly, and his heart felt slightly cold. He asked, "When will it be better?"
Yan Zhuo lowered his head, wriggling his fingers awkwardly, thinking: You haven't chased me yet, just chatting with me for a few words and wanting to capture me easily, dreaming.
Song Yan thought that it would be fine if he said it, but he didn't expect that Yan Zhuo still didn't want to be with him, and he felt depressed all of a sudden, he squeezed Yan Zhuo's fingertips, and asked in a muffled voice: "Tell me, how can I chasing you?"
Yan Zhuo was speechless, gritted his teeth and muttered: "Then you should start chasing."
"..."
Enlightened, Song Yan hooked the corners of his lower lips, wrapped Yan Zhuo's with warm palms, and stared straight at him.
Yan Zhuo coughed lightly, raised his head shyly and looked around, but he didn't dare to look at Song Yan.
After a while, he suddenly said, "Aren't you leaving?"
"Walk… "
"Then you still not moving?"
Song Yan didn't want to leave at all, and now he doesn't want to leave even more. He sighed and straightened up, suddenly thinking of the driver who was still waiting for him at the school gate, he said helplessly, "The driver has already left."
"Ah," Yan Zhuo became anxious, and he asked, "Then will you miss the flight?"
Song Yan glanced at the wall clock: "No, there's still time."
"Oh." Only then did Yan Zhuo feel relieved, he nodded, and didn't know what to say again.
Song Yan bent down, raised his chin, and said softly, "Wait for me to come back."
Yan Zhuo instinctively wanted to say "yes", but he controlled it again, he told himself to be reserved, to be reserved.
So he gave a faint "um" and said, "Best trip."
Song Yan looked at his reddish lips, squinted his eyes, and bargained: "Then when I come back, you have to tell me the answer."
Tsk. What's the matter with Song Yan's determined tone? Yan Zhuo tilted his head, freed his chin, pretending to be indifferent: "Let's talk about it when you come back."
After Song Yan left, Yan Zhuo sat alone at the table, looking out the window boredly, at this moment, a little sweetness overflowed in his heart.
He had never seen such a gentle Song Yan, and now he was in a trance like a dream.
He suddenly panicked.
More than 900 days and nights, more than 900 days and nights before he saw Song Yan again, he also dreamed of Song Yan one night, Song Yan in the dream was as gentle as today, telling him about his regrets. However, when dreaming, there is always a time to wake up.
How happy you are in your dream, how sad you are when you wake up.
No matter how sad he was, he didn't dare to dream anymore.
In the evening, Yan Zhuo was just lying on the bed after washing up, when his cell phone rang suddenly, he glanced at the caller and quickly connected it.
Song Yan's voice sounded from the opposite side: "Haven't slept yet?"
"Nonsense," Yan Zhuo said, "I can call you when I'm asleep?"
Song Yan muffled a smile.
Yan Zhuo asked: "How is the matter? Has it been dealt with?"
Song Yan's voice sounded exhausted, he didn't say yes or no, he just said: "We are negotiating."
That's a little troublesome, Yan Zhuo could hear his hidden words, and comforted him: "It will be fine."
"You should rest your body more." Yan Zhuo said.
Not wanting to waste time talking about this, Song Yan smiled and asked him softly: "Miss me?"
Yan Zhuo didn't understand how the topic changed so quickly, he said dumbly: "No."
"But I miss you."
"..."
"I miss you." Song Yan whispered again. As soon as I left, I missed you.
…
They continued to chat for a while, before hanging up the phone, Song Yan urged: "Sleep well, eat well."
Yan Zhuo paused and said, "You too... good night."
"Good night."
After hanging up the phone, Yan Zhuo was reminiscing about the chat just now, while Zhou Yang, who moved back temporarily because Song Yan left, asked gossipingly: "You two are... um huh huh," he gestured to kiss each other. Expression: "Reconciled again?"
Yan Zhuo shook his head: "No."
Zhou Yang pursed his lips, obviously not believing: "Is it all like this? Haven't you reconciled yet?"
"Really not," Yan Zhuo said, "We just don't screw up like before."
Just now it was clearly a young couple chatting, Zhou Yang couldn't figure it out and asked curiously, "Why?"
Yan Zhuo said frankly: "I just... always feel that something is missing."
There is always a process, and Song Yan approached his process step by step. In the past, he was the one who had always been eyeing Song Yan, but now Song Yan had to chase him, and it was only fair that he chased him once.
Zhou Yang, a straight man, didn't understand the twists and turns in Yan Zhuo's mind, so he complained directly: "If you want me to say it, you are hypocritical."
"..."
"Isn't it? The two of you like each other and get together as soon as possible. There are so many."
"..."
Zhou Yang continued to educate him: "You have to know that people who love each other can be together for one more day, that is a gift from God. So, why do you still carry it?"
Yan Zhuo explained: "It's either holding it, or..." He sighed, "I also want to see how far he can chase me."
Of course, even if he is just mean, I seem to be satisfied.
The next day, Yan Zhuo had a long sleep and didn't wake up until 8:30. He stretched himself, and flipped through his phone in a daze. Around six o'clock, Song Yan sent him a message: Good morning.
Yan Zhuo buried his frozen face in the pillow, thought for a while, and replied: Good morning.
He waited for a while, but Song Yan didn't come back, so he went to wash up first, and after washing up, he glanced at his phone again.
Um? Nothing
He clicked on Song Yan's dialog box.
Just nothing.
Yan Zhuo thought for two seconds, and then sent Song Yan an emoji package, a lazy cat was waving, with the text written on it: Come on today!
He waited for a while, but Song Yan didn't go back.
…
Yan Zhuo was so angry that he slammed the phone on the table and stopped looking at it.
In this way, Yan Zhuo was depressed for a whole day, and it was not until before going to bed at night that Song Yan sent him a sentence: Good night.
Good night fart oh good night!
Yan Zhuo had originally made up his mind not to reply to him, but finally he couldn't hold back and replied after a few minutes: Good night.
This was still the case for the next two days, the only difference was that apart from good morning and good night, Song Yan would send him a good morning message during lunch.
On the third night, after Song Yan sent good night, Yan Zhuo didn't reply him good night as usual, but sent a text message to Song Yan asking: How is the matter going
It took Song Yan a while to come back with two words: It's okay.
Then there was no more words.
After a while, Yan Zhuo finally couldn't hold back anymore, he directly called Song Yan.
Song Yan quickly picked it up.
Yan Zhuo wanted to roar, wanted to roar, wanted to ask him: Aren't you chasing me? What about your sincerity? You left for several days and gave me a total of six words every day. Is this your way of chasing people? !
But he held back abruptly, and said calmly, "How good is it? Nothing happened, right?"
Song Yan's voice was very hoarse, the hoarseness that could be felt through the earpiece, he said: "It's nothing, it's nothing serious, you don't have to worry about me here."
Listen, what nonsense is this. Yan Zhuo said angrily: "Who says I'm bothering, I'm just curious! I'm curious about how important things you can have every day, so-" He held back his words and wanted to complain, but instead said: "Forget it, forget me The dog takes the mouse."
Song Yan was afraid that you would be angry, so he hurriedly said, "No, that's not what I meant."
Yan Zhuo sneered: "Then tell me, what do you mean?"
Song Yan sighed, and finally didn't want to hide it from him anymore, and said helplessly: "It's complicated, the current situation is very complicated, the studio and the parents didn't agree."
"Ah?" Yan Zhuo felt guilty all of a sudden, he should have known it earlier, this kind of matter involving human life is so easy to handle, and he even made trouble with Song Yan unreasonably.
After Song Yan confessed, he was afraid that he would worry about it, so he comforted him: "But there is still room for negotiation, don't worry, it will be settled soon."
Yan Zhuo only thought that he was talking to the best point, and said sullenly: "Oh."
There was a few seconds of silence on the microphone.
Song Yan suddenly said: "It would be great if you were by my side, I seem to be hugging you now."
Yan Zhuo's heart suddenly became sour, and he almost softened completely because of his understatement.
"I'll wait for you when you come back," he said condescendingly.
So... you have to come back quickly.