In the evening, Yan Zhuo called his mother after he took a shower and lay down on the bed. When Yan Zhuo was about to go to bed, his phone buzzed again. He opened WeChat, and it was sent by his thesis advisor.
Yan Zhuo is already a senior, and will graduate in half a year. The dissertation teacher marked a few places that needed to be changed on his opening report, and asked him to finish it and send it out.
By the time Yan Zhuo finished correcting the thesis, it was past zero. He stretched his waist and looked into the distance to relieve eye fatigue. The snow outside the window was still falling.
He went to the window and opened it, and suddenly snow fell on his face, and the cold wind was biting.
The cigarette case was in the drawer. He opened it, took a cigarette, and lit it quietly. He doesn't smoke often, and he may not smoke one in a week. But he has to be prepared. For example, the weather tonight is very suitable for a cigarette to cheer up. The scarlet fire was burning at his fingertips, Yan Zhuo looked at the silent figure downstairs.
Yan Zhuo was a little curious, was it because of the phone call? So much so that he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night looking for abuse in the snow. Probably because he was so fascinated by watching it, he didn't notice it until the ashes were gone.
Yan Zhuo thought, since Song Yan appeared, he seemed to be always a peeping bystander.
He lit another cigarette and looked down through the hazy feeling deliberately created by the smoke.
Song Yan was sitting on the reclining chair, under the warm yellow light, looking lonely like an oil painting - mournful and lonely.
Good-looking is good-looking, but if he stays like this, he may be frozen to death.
Yan Zhuo stubbed out the cigarette butt, lowered his voice and shouted downstairs: "Song Yan!"
He was worried that he would disturb the people in the middle of the night, so his voice was not loud. But unexpectedly Song Yan heard it.
Song Yanchao turned his head around, as if looking for the source of the sound.
Yan Zhuo continued to call softly: "Mr. Song, I'm Yan Zhuo. Mr. Song, you should go back to sleep quickly. It's so cold, you will get sick."
Song Yan fixed his gaze in his direction, and after a few seconds, he nodded in a daze, and he didn't know who he was aiming at.
Song Yan got up slowly, walking slowly step by step.
Yan Zhuo narrowed his eyes and looked at it for a few seconds, only to realize that he did not bring a blind stick.
Yan Zhuo didn't see him when he came, now Yan Zhuo was surprised.
"Mr. Song," Yan Zhuo stopped his footsteps and said, "wait for me."
He quickly put on his down jacket, stepped on cotton mops, and ran downstairs.
Panting, Yan Zhuo ran to Song Yan's side and said, "I'll see you off, it's cold and the road is slippery."
Under the street lamps, snowflakes are flying all over the sky. Pieces were sprinkled on Song Yan's head and shoulders.
I don't know how long he stayed in the back garden, there was a chill in the corners of his eyes and brows.
Yan Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, forming a condensed fog under the dark yellow light.
For his sudden arrival. Song Yan hadn't reacted yet. After a long time, he said lightly, "You are very helpful."
It's an affirmative tone.
Yan Zhuo automatically took this sentence as a compliment, and coughed lightly in embarrassment.
As if he had expected his reaction long ago, Song Yan smiled suddenly, and said nonchalantly, "You think I'm praising you?"
Yan Zhuo was taken aback, and asked him: "... Isn't it?"
Song Yan sneered, and said meanly: "Sometimes being too helpful will become meddling."
Yan Zhuo: "..."
He really wanted to spit on the other party.
The snow water has seeped into the cotton mop, what is he trying to do.
Yan Zhuo kicked a snowball at his feet and said, "Then I'm leaving."
Song Yan didn't speak.
"I'm really leaving! Mr. Song, are you sure you don't need my help?"
The snow is so big and the ground is so slippery, do you want to fall again? Yan Zhuo thought.
Song Yan sighed: "Take what I said just now as if I didn't say it."
All right.
The kind Yan Zhuo automatically took these four words as his unilateral showing of weakness.
The two walked side by side to the inpatient department, their shoes making a creaking sound as they stepped on the snow.
At night, people's five senses will be extremely sensitive. In such a quiet atmosphere, there was only a trace of subtle embarrassment.
Yan Zhuo began to look for something to say: "Are you cold?"
"not cold."
"..."
He forgot that Song Yan is just an ice cube, how could an ice cube be afraid of the cold.
Yan Zhuo stretched out his hand, letting the snow melt in his palm.
"So do you like snow?" he asked.
Song Yan said: "I don't like it."
"..."
You have to say you like it before you can talk.
Yan Zhuo continued his efforts: "Why don't you like it?"
"No reason."
very good. Awesome.
It's just a topic stopper.
"Then what do you like?" Yan Zhuo had already given up on himself. Even if Song Yan didn't like what he said, he still insisted on talking about this day.
Fortunately, Song Yan did not answer as he thought. After all, the other party always played cards unreasonably. Song Yan said: "I like Xia Tian."
summer...
Yan Zhuo doesn't like summer.
Although there are lush foliage and noisy cicadas in summer, as well as the vast blue sky. But for him, summer more means hot and restless.
He put his frozen hands into his pockets and asked Song Yan, "Why do you like summer?"
Song Yan said: "No reason."
The conversation is back to square one.
Simply, the destination has already been reached, so he doesn't need to continue the awkward chat.
Yan Zhuo said, "Here we are."
Song Yan was silent, and after stepping on the steps, he said softly: "Good night."
"See you tomorrow."
The next morning, the cafeteria was almost overcrowded.
Maybe because the snow stopped, everyone ran out to look for food. It was usually deserted, but now it was chattering non-stop and there was a long queue. There were so many people all of a sudden, Yan Zhuo really couldn't get used to it.
He looked around after eating, but to his surprise, he didn't see Song Yan.
Yan Zhuo ate a tasteless breakfast alone with the discomfort of a stuffy nose, and sneezed three times in a row.
Looks like I caught a cold last night.
Yan Zhuo rubbed his nose and couldn't help complaining about Song Yan in his heart.
He was groggy all the way, and even the cold wind couldn't wake his head up.
Until I ran into Nurse Qin Xiaoqin at the front desk of the lobby.
Qin Xiao stopped him and said, "You don't look very well."
Yan Zhuo nodded and said in a muffled voice, "It's freezing."
In this weather, it is not uncommon to have a cold and fever. Qin Xiao was not curious to ask him why he was frozen.
She dug out a few packs of cold medicine from the drawer and handed them to Yan Zhuo, saying, "Twice a day in the morning and evening, take two days to ensure that your medicine will be cured."
Yan Zhuo took it over: "Thank you."
Qin Xiao smiled and said, "You're welcome, you're taking it lightly." She raised her chin toward the back of the corridor, "Here—I forgot which room it was, a handsome guy had a high fever early this morning, That's serious."
Big guy.
Yan Zhuo extracted the key words. There is only one person in this whole building who can be called a handsome guy. He asked indescribably, "108?"
"It seems to be... I forgot the room number, it's that handsome guy who can't be seen."
"..."
Yan Zhuo turned around in a daze, his head cleared up instantly, and his heart was unexpectedly balanced.
108 The door was unlocked, and Yan Zhuo opened it with a light push.
Song Yan lay quietly on the bed.
Yan Zhuo called out, "Song Yan?"
The person on the bed didn't respond.
Yan Zhuo frowned, and lightly touched his forehead, it was so hot.
Looks really sick.
Yan Zhuo called Qin Xiao in worriedly, and asked, "Does he not need to see a doctor?"
Qin Xiao took a temperature gun and said, "It's okay, I've taken the medicine, and I'll be fine after a night of sleep."
Yan Zhuo suggested: "I think it's better to take a look."
After glancing at him faintly, Qin Xiao reminded, "This is half a hospital."
"forget… "
Qin Xiao gave him a white look and said, "If you're really worried, you can physically cool him down."
After Nurse Qin finished speaking, she was called away, leaving Yan Zhuo alone to face Song Yan.
He has never taken care of patients, so he can only search roughly on Baidu.
It seems that being sick can change a person, Song Yan changed from a cold ice prince to a fire baby. Yan Zhuo angrily put a towel soaked in cold water on his forehead.
Song Yan was suddenly chilled and turned his head uncomfortably.
Yan Zhuo straightened his head again.
Song Yan frowned and turned away again.
Yan Zhuo put it back again.
Back and forth so many times...
Yan Zhuo's mentality exploded, and he complained numbly: "You are still so stubborn when you are sick."
I don't know when Song Yan's fever will subside, Yan Zhuo has no patience to keep looking at him.
He poured a glass of water and put it on the head of the bed, tucked the corner of the quilt again, and went to do his own business.
When I came to see Song Yan again, it was already noon.
At that time Song Yan had already woken up, leaning against the bed motionless and dazed.
Yan Zhuo put the steamed buns and millet porridge packed from the cafeteria on the table, and joked, "You've had such a comfortable day."
Song Yan tilted his head in his direction, "Really?"
His voice was hoarse and his complexion was not very good. Yan Zhuo guessed that he must have not eaten all morning.
Yan Zhuo said, "I'll help you get up and eat."
Song Yan: "I don't want to eat."
Yan Zhuo sighed: "Mr. Song, do you know which word you say the most in the days I've known you?" He didn't give Song Yan time to answer, so he said bluntly, "No word!"
"Why do you like rejecting others so much?" Yan Zhuo asked.
"I didn't refuse."
"Isn't that called rejection?"
"A reasonable request."
Yan Zhuo: "..."
He wanted to say something more, but Song Yan unpacked a pack of cigarettes and walked to the window sill.
Yan Zhuo reminded: "It's not good to smoke when you're sick, right?"
Song Yan opened the window, and the cold wind howled in. He bit his cigarette butt and said vaguely: "What's wrong."
Well, this time not only smoking, but also blowing the wind.
Yan Zhuo opened his mouth, but didn't speak, anyway, it doesn't matter to him whether it's good or not, so he stopped meddling in his own business.
The smell of the cigarette Song Yan smoked was very light, not too strong, and a wisp of it lingered on the tip of his nose lightly.
He sniffed.
Song Yan dusted off the cigarette and said, "Don't you want one?"
Yan Zhuo refused: "I don't smoke."
Song Yan let out a "huh": "You really think I didn't smell the smoke on your body last night."
Yan Zhuo: "..."
He silently took a cigarette from the pack.
The sky outside the window was dusty, and there were two people smoking in the room, one standing and the other squatting. Yan Zhuo was afraid of the cold, so he squatted halfway by the wall, and glanced at the door from time to time, for fear that someone would break in.
As a staff member, he knowingly violated the ban on smoking indoors. Although he is said to be the one who was instigated, he still feels guilty for no reason.
Sure enough, people can't do bad things. In the middle of the process, Yan Zhuo sucked too fast and choked, covering his mouth and coughing.
After he calmed down, Yan Zhuo said: "Did you see, I really don't smoke!"
Song Yan lowered his head and said coldly: "I can't see it."
Yan Zhuo was dumbfounded.
After a long time, he said, "I'm sorry."
Song Yan stubbed out the cigarette and said indifferently: "It has nothing to do with you."