Early the next morning, Yan Zhuo got up and went to the morning market with Zhou Yang. When passing by the beach, he suddenly remembered the kiss with Song Yan, and unconsciously licked his lips, as if the kiss had not been long, and Song Yan’s He can still feel the temperature and touch.
Yan Zhuo quietly looked at the sea level, thinking: When will Song Yan come back, when will the matter be settled, will it be troublesome, will Song Yan be worried.
The brackish sea breeze blew gently on his face, and he sighed deeply.
Hearing the sigh, Zhou Yang glanced at him and said deeply: "Do you know what you look like now?"
Yan Zhuo asked: "What?"
"Watching husband stone!" Zhou Yang exaggeratedly said, "You are like a looking husband stone that has been waiting for someone for a long time, such a big one."
"..."
What kind of metaphor is this, the feeling of intimacy in Yan Zhuo's heart disappeared in an instant, he shuddered inexplicably, and warned with a little disgust: "Shut up."
The phone in his pocket rang, and Yan Zhuo didn't even need to look at it to know that Song Yan's good morning greeting came again. He avoided Zhou Yang's gaze, and secretly took it out to glance at it. The strange thing is that besides Song Yan, there is also a friend application with the note "Song Xiaoying."
Yan Zhuo was stunned for a moment, Song Xiaoying was only twelve or thirteen years old when he left H City, he should be a high school student by now.
Not knowing what could happen if he added himself, Yan Zhuo thought about it and agreed.
As soon as it was added, Song Xiaoying sent a message: I heard that you are with my brother
Song Xiaoying didn't get along well with him before, and at first glance, this meeting seemed like a questioning, Yan Zhuo thought it was fun, so he replied: No, I unilaterally did not agree.
After waiting for a long time without waiting for a reply, Song Yan sent him a message after a while: How can I agree? Is it okay to bow three times and kowtow nine times
Yan Zhuo laughed out loud, and couldn't help reading this sentence several times.
Yan Zhuo here is just being silly and happy, while Song Xiaoying over there is about to die of depression. He secretly stares at Song Yan, and he can't figure out why his tall and stalwart brother doesn't like beautiful and lovely girls. I like Yan Zhuo, who is of the same sex... so uncute.
Sensing his gaze, Song Yan coldly returned his gaze of "shut up and don't ask", and threatened: "Don't bother your sister-in-law again."
Hehe, sister-in-law! Song Xiaoying heard it harshly, and he asked back unconvinced: "Could it be that you are not the one who is the sister-in-law?"
"..."
Song Yan was stunned by his words, and it took him a long time to ask in disbelief: "You... think I'm...?"
Song Xiaoying shrugged, innocently said: "Then how would I know, I guessed."
May I ask how to beat my younger brother so as not to kill him by mistake
Song Yan closed the phone with a snap, and said coldly, "You can ask Song Qiao directly for the living expenses next month."
"Don't—" Song Xiaoying Erkang handed his hand, which directly meant to halve his living expenses.
"I was wrong," Song Xiaoying admitted cowardly in seconds, and he said brokenly: "I shouldn't question you, my dear brother, you are so mighty, tall, and powerful, so you must be the one above. right."
I don't know how he, a stinky straight guy, knows how much he has, Song Yan didn't bother to discuss the "up and down" issue with him, and said directly: "If you talk too much, you won't get a penny next month. "
"..."
Soon, a week passed, and the studio and the parents of the two children finally reached a settlement agreement. At that moment, Song Yan felt like returning home. Almost at the same time, he booked a ticket to Nancheng.
Song Qiao was next to him, seeing him like that couldn't hold back and asked, "Do you really have to decide?"
"Well," Song Yan nodded, looking far into a big pagoda tree in the courtyard, "he doesn't want to come back."
Song Qiao sighed helplessly: "So, you are not coming back either."
It is hard for anyone to accept the hard work of raising such a big child. Song Yan swallowed guiltily, and said: "The transportation is so convenient now, and the flight is very fast. You will come over after Xiaoying's holiday. Besides, my studio is here, and I will come back after a while."
"Aren't you tired?" Song Qiao said, "This is the place where you have grown up for so long. Your career, family and friends are all here. How can you just let it go."
Song Yan's mind is now full of what Song Yan talked to him last night. He stubbornly believes that Song Yan is going to give up everything to pursue Yan Zhuo, regardless of whether he and Song Xiaoying, don't care what they think, don't care whether they will Miss him, will miss him.
Very selfish and paranoid.
Song Yan understood that he couldn't understand for a while, and explained: "I didn't choose him to give up you, I just—"
Song Qiao couldn't listen, so he interrupted him directly, angrily said: "You are too impatient and too casual."
Song Yan said: "How can you not be impatient?"
He was young and self-respecting, and no one pushed him to go forward against the wind, desperately trying to change his way to live like a person, tired, tired, he didn't know what he really wanted to have.
But now, he finally wants to have something, how can he continue to be calm.
Song Qiao seldom sees this kind of expression on Song Yan's face, it seems bewildered and determined. He lowered his eyes and sighed deeply: "Forget it, children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Go ahead and pursue what you like."
Song Yan felt guilty for a while, feeling overwhelmed and uncomfortable, he suppressed the embarrassment in his eyes, and hugged Song Qiao, a man who had no blood relationship with him but devoted half of his life to Xinqiao, to him.
Song Qiao was very thin, and because he was in a bad mood, his back was slightly bent, and Song Yan could wrap most of his body with one arm. At this time, Song Yan really realized that these years have passed, and Song Qiao is also getting old.
"I'm sorry." Song Yan said in a low voice.
He has been busy with work all these years, did not take good care of him by Song Qiao's side, and insisted on never calling him father, but in fact...
Song Yan said: "I have always respected you, and I have always regarded you as my most important family member."
Song Qiao patted him on the back: "Go, you... you are doing well."
Song Yan went to the airport again, feeling very different from the last time he left City H for Nancheng.
That time, he just wanted to go to his lover's hometown, but his lover was nowhere to be found. But this time, in the lover's hometown, there will be a lover waiting.
Song Yan didn't inform Yan Zhuo in advance that he was going back. He wanted to surprise Yan Zhuo and give himself a chance to prepare.
Prepare a sudden confession to make up for Yan Zhuo's previous sadness and anxiety, to make up for the two years they missed.
It's also good for Yan Zhuo to understand that what he paid was not in vain, and his feelings for him were not in vain.
Yan Zhuo, wait for me. he thinks. I will show all my sincerity.
At that time, it was in the afternoon, and it was a rare sunny day in City H, and the sun hit everyone fairly and brilliantly.
Before boarding the plane, Song Yan glanced at his phone. It happened to be Lixia this day.