It was evening when Song Yan arrived in Nancheng. At that time, it was raining heavily in Nancheng, and there was a salty smell in the air.
It takes more than an hour from the airport to the school, but Song Yan can't wait.
He took out a small box from his pocket. The box was velvet and black, with a string of English letters engraved in the middle.
Open it and look, there is a ring lying quietly inside, very simple and plain.
This was designed by Song Yan two years ago in the middle of the night. At that time, he missed Yan Zhuo the most. He couldn't sleep at night, and his mind was full of where to find Yan Zhuo. He was restless and regretful all day long. Moderately spent. So he poured all his yearning and guilt for Yan Zhuo into this plain ring. This time when he returned to City H, he asked a friend to make it by the way.
Yan Zhuo should like it. Song Yan thought. There are many things he can give Yan Zhuo, but only the ring, the meaning of the ring is different from other things, he wants to use this ring to surround Yan Zhuo, tightly.
As the saying goes, it’s better to come back early than to come back coincidentally. When Song Yan opened the dormitory door full of expectations, Yan Zhuo happened to be away.
Song Yan put down his luggage depressedly, and took out his mobile phone to make a call.
Go ahead, there will be no surprises. Don't fight, he has finally gathered up courage and words along the way, and he is about to run out.
Just like that, he searched around the dormitory floor again bitterly, but he didn't see Yan Zhuo at all.
"Mr. Song?" A familiar voice suddenly came from behind.
Song Yan turned his head and glanced, it was Xiao Zhu from the dormitory next door.
Xiao Zhu was puzzled when she saw him, scratched her head and asked, "Hey, didn't you go home? Why are you back?"
Song Yan ignored his doubts and asked directly, "Where's Yan Zhuo?"
Xiao Zhu frowned: "Hasn't he come back yet? He and Director Zhou have something to do and went out a long time ago."
It's not that Song Yan was thinking about it, it's that he really can't understand this kind of people who go out in heavy rain. He asked, "Why did you go out with Director Zhou? Where did you go? What happened?"
"..."
I don't know if it's Xiao Zhu's illusion, but Mr. Song in front of him looks like a man who raided Chagang.
"I'm not too sure," Xiao Zhu said, "It seems that a student had something to do and needed help, so the two leaders went there."
"drive?"
"Well... yes."
Song Yan frowned, and finally couldn't help but took out his mobile phone and dialed Yan Zhuo's number.
"Doo-doo-"
It didn't take long for the bell to ring to show that the other party had turned off the phone.
Unwilling to be reconciled, Song Yan dialed again.
Still the same result.
"Zhou Yang's phone number," Song Yan said to Xiao Zhu, "Yan Zhuo's phone is turned off."
After Xiao Zhu dialed Zhou Yang's number, he handed him the phone.
Unlike Yan Zhuo, Zhou Yang's cell phone was not turned off, but he didn't answer it after it rang for 55 seconds.
Song Yan took a deep breath and continued to repeat the actions just now.
Seeing that his complexion was not good, Xiao Zhu asked weakly, "Aren't you going to answer?"
…
With the passage of time and repeated phone calls that no one answered, Song Yan's brows became more and more frowned, and he panicked for no reason.
Song Yan returned the phone to Xiao Zhu, and asked in a cold voice, "Do you know which student it is? Do you have contact information?"
"Yes, yes."
Immediately afterwards, Xiao Zhu called the student again.
This time it was quickly picked up.
"Hey, Yang Tao, I'm Teacher Zhu, hey, that's right, Yan Zhuo and Director Zhou haven't come back yet, so I'm asking you, are they by your side..." I don't know what was said over there, Xiao Zhu" "Ah", Song Yan hurriedly signaled him to let it out.
Xiao Zhu pressed the screen, and a crisp male voice said, "It's about six o'clock. They left around six o'clock."
"It's past eight o'clock, and they haven't gone back yet?" Yang Tao asked.
"No..." Xiao Zhu also realized the seriousness of the matter, and he said anxiously: "I didn't answer the phone, and I didn't answer."
"Then...then should we call the police? It's raining so heavily outside, so there must be something wrong."
"have no idea… "
Song Yan couldn't hear what Xiaozhu said later, so he took out his mobile phone and called Yan Zhuo again, but it was still turned off.
Song Yan closed his eyes, his heart began to sink uncontrollably, and an invisible fear enveloped him.
If...he thought, if something happened to Yan Zhuo, he really didn't know if he could bear it.
Xiao Zhu also panicked after hanging up the phone. He kept calling Zhou Yang, but no one answered.
As time went by, they also walked from the dormitory building to the reception hall, because this was the closest place to the gate.
The heavy rain was still falling, with no intention of stopping at all, and the empty living room became cramped because of Song Yan's presence.
Xiao Zhu swallowed, the low air pressure was simply terrifying. Resisting the urge to run away, he whispered, "Song... Mr. Song, why don't you sit down for a while, no matter how anxious you are..."
Song Yan suddenly glanced at him sharply, and Xiao Zhu was so frightened that he swallowed the rest of the words in a hurry.
"...Song, Mr. Song," Xiao Zhu persevered in trying to persuade him to calm down, but Song Yan stopped him as soon as he opened his mouth.
Song Yan said: "Shut up."
"..."
The remaining patience finally ran out, Song Yan took an umbrella from the front desk and rushed straight under the rain curtain.
Xiao Zhu quickly stopped him: "Mr. Song, why are you going? Wait a minute. It's raining so hard, where can you find it?"
"Let go!" Song Yan shouted violently.
"No, no, no." Xiao Zhu thought, the one and two are still missing, so I can't lose another one.
Song Yan pushed him away irritably, and when the two were arguing endlessly, two figures suddenly ran over from the rain.
Yan Zhuo and Zhou Yang were already drenched, their hair limp and wet drooping on their foreheads, they looked like two soaked chickens.
When Yan Zhuo saw Song Yan at first, he thought he was just dumbfounded, how could someone who was supposed to be in City H appear in front of him.
"Song—"
Before he finished speaking, he was embraced by Song Yan's running figure.
Song Yan hugged him tightly, his knuckles turned white from the force.
"Yan Zhuo." He called tremblingly, his body also trembling slightly.
At this moment, Yan Zhuo's name is not only his name, but also Song Yan's life.
Xiao Zhu on the side was stunned, he looked at Zhou Yang in embarrassment, the latter nodded at him calmly, not surprised at all.
Yan Zhuo keenly sensed Song Yan's uneasiness, he patted Song Yan's back, and asked softly, "What's wrong with you?"
Song Yan gasped and said, "Why didn't you answer the phone?"
"The battery is dead..."
"Why are you back so late?"
"The car broke down, and..." Yan Zhuo didn't finish, the car actually skidded and they hit a rock, but luckily nothing happened.
Thinking of this, Yan Zhuo suddenly realized something, he paused and asked: "Did you... think something happened to me?"
Song Yan didn't speak, and responded to him with silence.
Seeing him like that, Yan Zhuo knew that he had guessed right, and he comforted: "I'm fine, I'm fine."
How could it be all right? Song Yan buried his head on his shoulder, afraid that he couldn't even breathe smoothly, he might suffocate.
Yan Zhuo's clothes were completely soaked, they were tightly attached to his body, and with Song Yan tightly hugging him, he could feel the body temperature under every inch of Song Yan's skin through the thin material .
Yan Zhuo twisted his waist unnaturally.
Song Yan moved away from him slightly: "Uncomfortable?"
"A little..."
Song Yan said hoarsely: "Hold it." Then he hugged Yan Zhuo tightly.
"..."
Song Yan's strength was so great that Yan Zhuo was almost out of breath.
With a blushing face, he whispered, "You... let go first."
"No," Song Yan said firmly, "I just want to hug you now."
Always.
Yan Zhuo was stunned, and then felt as if a feather brushed across his heart, with a soft touch, he whispered to Song Yan: "If you don't let me go, there will be more and more people watching."
So what, Song Yancai doesn't care, he can't wait to rub Yan Zhuo into his arms now, so how can he care about other people's eyes.
If it is said that during the more than an hour of waiting, besides panic and fear, what other feelings did he have.
It must be time to wait.
Whether it's a hug, a kiss, or just a word that I like you.
All these things that can be expressed should be done without any effort when they can still love each other.