After a while, Song Yan came back with two bags. He stared at Yan Zhuo's slightly red face and asked, "Is it uncomfortable?"
Yan Zhuo was still immersed in the joy of being given a ring just now, he smiled foolishly and said, "I'm fine, but I'm weak."
Song Yan opened the bag, and the tangy smell came over instantly.
"Small steamed buns?" Yan Zhuo asked, "It still tastes like carrots."
"Yeah." Song Yan poured a cup of hot water to dry, and beckoned to Yan Zhuo, "Come and eat."
Yan Zhuo said "oh", walked to the table and sat down, when Song Yan moved the stool back, he touched the ring on his ring finger and asked, "When did you put it on for me?"
Song Yan poured some vinegar into a small dish, and asked casually, "What?"
Yan Zhuo straightly stretched out his hand and spread his five fingers: "This."
The ring shimmered, Song Yan smiled: "Do you like it?"
Yan Zhuo nodded honestly: "I like it."
Song Yan laughed again, and he handed the chopsticks to Yan Zhuo: "Just like it, I don't know if such a simple ring can lock you in."
Yan Zhuo didn't eat anything last night. He was so hungry that his chest was on his back. He opened his mouth and took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun, puffing his cheeks and said, "See how you behave."
Song Yan wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and said meaningfully: "I will perform well...in all aspects."
Yan Zhuo bit the steamed stuffed bun, and suddenly realized that he hadn't washed, so he shrugged and said to Song Yan, "I... I haven't brushed my teeth yet."
Song Yan pushed the millet porridge in front of him, and said flatly, "It's okay, I'll eat everything."
"..."
The buns are full of filling, the carrots are crunchy and delicious, and the minced meat sauce is salty and mild. After Yan Zhuo finished eating one, he went to grab another one. While eating, he asked, "Where is this bun shop? Why have I never tried it?" been."
"It's in the food street behind the school." Song Yan said indifferently, seeing him rushing like a wolf, he reminded: "Eat slowly, don't choke."
Yan Zhuo obediently said "oh", and really slowed down. He drank his saliva and asked again, "How do you know I have a fever?"
Song Yan curled the corner of his mouth, but didn't speak.
"Huh?" Yan Zhuo made a doubtful voice from his nasal cavity, "How do you know?"
Song Yan took off a piece of hair sticking to his face: "I touched it."
"Um?"
"You're too hot." Song Yan said. His whole body was hot, and he just put his hand into Yan Zhuo's pajamas when he was startled by his body temperature. Reminiscing that Yan Zhuo was drenched in the rain yesterday, so... the fever is gone.
After eating, Song Yan opened the box and took out a few pills and handed them to Yan Zhuo.
"Eat," he said.
Yan Zhuo looked at the handful of medicines, frowned reluctantly: "Why are there so many!"
Song Yan pulled him and the chair to his side, and gently wrapped Yan Zhuo in his arms: "Don't talk nonsense, eat first and then talk."
The pill has already reached his mouth, and Yan Zhuo can hook it into his mouth with a lick. He shyly said, "I'd better do it myself."
Song Yan raised his eyebrows and threatened him: "If you talk too much, I will talk to you?"
Yan Zhuo was startled, quickly stuck out his tongue and swallowed the medicine obediently.
After taking the medicine, Song Yan asked him to lie down on the bed again, and then put the quilt on him, wishing he could wrap him into a silkworm chrysalis.
Yan Zhuo jittered: "...Isn't it possible?"
"As for." Song Yan lay down on the bed with a serious face, and hugged him from behind, "If you don't quickly reduce the fever, what should I do if I become a fool?"
Yan Zhuo blinked, and asked naively: "Then will you despise me?"
Song Yan said solemnly: "Yes."
Yan Zhuo: "...!"
Seeing that Yan Zhuo was going to blow his hair, Song Yan hurriedly pressed his hands and feet on him: "I'm kidding you, you are so cute, how could I despise you."
Yan Zhuo was stunned: "Cute? Am I cute?"
Song Yan arched his neck with his head: "Isn't it?" She looks cute, has a cute personality, and is cute even when she is angry.
Yan Zhuo was indignant: "You are cute, your whole family is cute!"
"Really?" Song Yan turned his face away and stared at him blankly: "Tell me how cute I am?"
Yan Zhuo scanned him, from collarbone to forehead. I have to admit that Song Yanchang has a sharp-edged face. He is a perfect man, but he has nothing to do with cuteness.
"Okay, you won." Yan Zhuo said unconvinced.
Seeing how playful he was, Song Yan gave a deep laugh, and then kissed him on the right cheek.
"Don't kiss," Yan Zhuo wiped his face to wipe away the saliva, "it will be contagious."
Song Yan probed again and lightly pecked the corner of his mouth: "Don't be afraid."
Cut, Yan Zhuo suppressed a smile, buried himself in the pillow, he thought wildly: Song Yan is really... more and more coquettish.
…
After taking the medicine and sleeping again, Yan Zhuo's fever had subsided when he woke up, he was covered in sweat under the quilt and Song Yan, and even the strands of hair were tightly stuck to his face.
He was still a little confused when he just woke up, but when he heard the phone ringing suddenly, he thought he was dreaming.
"Hello—" Yan Zhuo swiped the screen to connect.
"Yanyan," said a soft female voice on the other end of the phone, "it's mom."
Yan Zhuo was instantly clear and said "Oh". It's been a year since the last time I contacted Liu Yan, he paused and asked, "What's the matter?"
This polite and indifferent interrogative sentence made Liu Yan feel uncomfortable. She sighed and said, "It's nothing, we haven't seen you for a long time. Mom wants to visit you at your school. Okay?"
Liu Yan lives in Nancheng, not far from Yan Zhuo's place of work, more than two hours away, it is very convenient to go back and forth.
But in the past two years, she has never mentioned to see Yan Zhuo, so this is the first time.
Yan Zhuo was not very happy in his heart, but he didn't know how to refuse, after all, he had no reason to prevent a mother from seeing his son.
"Can I do it?" Liu Yan saw his hesitation and felt a little lost. She asked again in a low voice, "Can I go? I just want to see you."
She was so humble, Yan Zhuo softened his heart, and said after a long time: "Okay."
Liu Yan's sudden visit brought great pressure to both Yan Zhuo and Song Yan.
Especially Yan Zhuo, although he was not familiar with Liu Yan, they were related by blood after all, so he didn't know how to introduce Song Yan to her mother, and introduce his lover as a man. But if he doesn't introduce it, it will be very unfair to Song Yan. After all, they are in a relationship now, and he still has to give them the respect they deserve.
Ah, irritability, why is it so troublesome.
Yan Zhuo slammed his head on the table heavily. Seeing this, Song Yan raised his head and comforted him, "Don't worry, I don't care."
Yan Zhuo muttered in a low voice with a bitter face: "How can it be indifferent..."
"It really doesn't matter." Song Yan scratched his chin like a dog fighting, "Look, Auntie will only stay for two days at most, and you don't have close contact on weekdays, so it doesn't matter if you say it or not."
Yan Zhuo frowned: "... But she will know sooner or later, after all, her son will not be able to get married in this life."
Song Yan didn't like to hear these words, he put on a straight face: "Who says you can't get married?"
Yan Zhuo lowered his head and said dejectedly, "How do men and men get married?"
Song Yan squeezed his hand: "Yes, I can do it if you want."
This sentence is not consolation, it is fact.
Yan Zhuo's eyes lit up, and he asked, "How can I do it?"
The topic became more and more deviant, Song Yan was helpless: "Now is not the time to talk about this, let's talk about your mother first."
"Oh..." Yan Zhuo nodded, pursing his mouth in frustration.
Song Yan said: "After your mother comes, we can do whatever we want. To her, you can introduce me as your friend."
"Then you won't feel wronged?"
"Why are you wronged?" Song Yan was afraid that he would make Yan Zhuo feel wronged. He had failed Yan Zhuo so much in the past, and now every step he took was so solemn that he trembled.
Song Yan said: "No parent will easily accept that their children are different, especially in..." He thought of the appropriate wording, "...in terms of sexual orientation and relationship. So, slowly is It's a very important matter, and we should be cautious."
Yan Zhuo nodded foolishly to accept the instruction, even though Song Yan spoke loudly and rationally, he still felt a little guilty. Burying himself into Song Yan's arms, Yan Zhuo said: "One day I will tell everyone."
He didn't say what he wanted to tell everyone, but Song Yan understood everything.
Song Yan rubbed his head with his chin, "Yes" and said, "Definitely."
…
It was a Saturday when Liu Yan came. It was different from the bustle of the past. There were very few people in the school on Saturday, and it was as quiet as a weed garden.
Song Yan accompanied Yan Zhuo to wait for Liu Yan at the school gate.
Yan Zhuo hooked his little finger with his hand and said, "Make sure you put the ring away for me."
Song Yan thought of his reluctance when he took off the ring, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I can't lose it."
"Hmph..." Yan Zhuo said, "If you lose it, you are asking."
Song Yan blinked, eyes deep: "If you lose it, I will compensate you."
"Heh..." Yan Zhuo smiled coolly, pretending to be cold and said, "I can't even keep a ring, so what use do I need you..."
Song Yan: "..."
"Yanyan—"
When Yan Zhuo and Song Yan were arguing, a voice suddenly came in from afar, and Liu Yan looked at her son with a smile on her face.
"Mom..." Yan Zhuo stood up straight, staring fixedly at Liu Yan who was getting closer.
Even though he and Song Yan had already discussed the rhetoric and countermeasures, when he saw a young and beautiful girl next to Liu Yan, Yan Zhuo was in a bad mood.
As the saying goes, there is nothing to be afraid of. Yan Zhuo thought: As the saying goes.
Sure enough, in the next second Liu Yan pulled the girl and introduced with a smile: "This is Xiao Qin who lives next door to me, Qin Yu, a primary school teacher, I brought her with me during the holidays on Saturdays and Sundays."
"Hehehehe." Yan Zhuo laughed dryly twice, and grabbed Song Yan beside him: "This is my man—"
Song Yan intercepted his words: "Nancheng's best friend, hello auntie, my name is Song Yan, and I'm Yan Zhuo's good friend."
Yan Zhuo frowned, looked at him suddenly, Song Yan smiled, and gently pulled his hand off his arm.
"Be good." Song Yan whispered in his ear, "Don't be impulsive."