After sending Liu Yan away, Yan Zhuo finally felt much more relaxed. Although Liu Yan didn't let go, at least he didn't have to argue with Liu Yan about this matter.
Back in the dormitory, Song Yan was leaning against the window on the phone, humming a few times from time to time, with a faint smile on his face all the time.
It's Songqiao. Yan Zhuo thought, although Song Yan told him that he wanted to settle down in Nancheng, but he knew that Song Yan still couldn't let go of Song Qiao and Xiaoying who were far away in H City.
The second hand went round and round, and after ten minutes, Song Yan finally took up the thread.
He turned around, looked at Yan Zhuo and asked, "Auntie is gone? Did you stop arguing?"
Yan Zhuo lowered his eyes and said in a muffled voice, "No."
Song Yan walked to him and sat down: "Then why do I feel that you are depressed?"
He teased, "Is it because I didn't behave well last night?"
Not serious. Yan Zhuo restrained the urge to roll his eyes and said, "You feel out of order."
"Impossible." Song Yan has always been a keen observer, especially when it comes to Yan Zhuo.
He asked: "What happened?"
Yan Zhuo sighed: "... I just feel uncomfortable, inexplicably uncomfortable."
But for what reason, he couldn't tell. It was as if something was pressing on his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.
"I'm really going to lose to you," Song Yan felt a little helpless, "Tell me, what do you want to do to make you feel comfortable, and I will accompany you no matter what you want."
He must be a good twenty-four filial husband.
Yan Zhuo lowered his head, he shook his head, actually he didn't have anything to do.
"No?" Song Yan asked.
"Yes." Yan Zhuo said, "I want to take you to meet someone."
"who?"
"A... person who means a lot to me."
"good… "
Yan Zhuo's father left very suddenly. At that time, Yan Zhuo was in his third year of high school, just before his college entrance examination.
His father treated him very well, but he was an alcoholic, especially, he liked to drink, so he drank himself to death.
Yan Zhuo still remembered that it was a Monday, a sunny Monday. Just after the morning self-study, the head teacher walked into the classroom and called him away with a solemn face, and then informed him of the bad news. At that time, he was cold for two days.
…
Yan Zhuo's hometown is in a small town in the southernmost part of Nancheng.
His father was buried on a hillside behind his old house, and there was an elementary school in the distance.
The laughter of students can be heard in the school every day, which seems to be noisy, but quiet.
Yan Zhuo put down a bouquet of flowers in front of the grave, then smiled at his father, turned his head towards Song Yan and said, "Dad, this is my boyfriend."
Song Yan took his hand and said to the man on the tombstone, "Hi Uncle, my name is Song Yan."
Yan Zhuo smiled when he saw how he greeted him earnestly and obediently.
The wind on the top of the mountain was strong, but fortunately there were weeds around the tomb, so that the dust would not be scattered everywhere.
Yan Zhuo straightened his hair and continued: "Dad, do you think my boyfriend is handsome? Does he look like you when you were young? Don't you always say that you are the most beautiful man in the world? He is not worse than you. Of course, if he If you can’t compare to you, then it’s not his fault, it’s all his parents’ fault.”
"..." Song Yan was about to die laughing at his childish logic.
"But even though I haven't met his parents, I can imagine that his parents must not have good eyesight." Saying that, Yan Zhuo glanced at Song Yan.
That look...how should I describe it, Song Yan still remembered it many years later.
Yan Zhuo's eyes are full of pity and love for him, and when he bends his eyes a little, the love overflows.
Yan Zhuo said: "Otherwise, how could they throw away such a lovely and outstanding child."
He held Song Yan, as if holding his own world.
"So Dad, I'm here this time just to tell you... I might go to live in another city."
Song Yan was still immersed in his "cute", but when he heard this, his heart trembled, and he suddenly turned his head to look at him.
Yan Zhuo seemed to have never heard of it, and continued to talk to his father: "But don't worry, I will come back twice a year, specially to chat with you, so that you can see your son every year..." He paused, "But Forget about the grandson."
Song Yan suppressed a smile.
"Don't laugh," Yan Zhuo punched him, "You will be the same in your life."
"I know," Song Yan held his restless hand, "you are enough for me."
Yan Zhuo hummed: "It's not too bad."
…
After chatting with his father for a while, Yan Zhuo was about to leave. Before he left, he touched his father's tombstone again, feeling very reluctant.
Yan Zhuo said with emotion: "Actually, it's like this every time. Every time I come, I don't want to leave, but once I leave, I don't want to come."
Song Yan asked in surprise, "Why?"
He can understand that he doesn't want to leave, but why doesn't he want to come.
Yan Zhuo said: "Because I will forget, sometimes I will forget that he has gone, I will forget things related to him, and I will forget a lot about him because of the passage of time, but as soon as I come and face him, I will I remembered it all again."
Those memories are very beautiful, it bears the relationship between father and son for nearly 20 years, but it is also painful, because the person is no longer there.
So it will be sad, it will be sad.
At Yan Zhuo's most powerless age, he lost the person he could rely on the most.
And the person he could rely on left before he even had time to say goodbye.
So he is afraid.
He is afraid of forgetting, but also afraid of remembering.
When he thought of his father who left without saying goodbye, the regret was so deep that he might not be able to let go of it even in the grave.
The way down the mountain is easier, Yan Zhuo walked fast ahead, Song Yan just followed him.
"Yan Zhuo..." Song Yan suddenly stopped him, and asked hesitantly, "Have you really made up your mind?"
He didn't say what to decide, but Yan Zhuo understood.
Yan Zhuo let out a "hmm".
Song Yan said: "But this is where you were born and raised."
"Um."
"Here are your family and friends."
"Um."
"You—" Song Yan wanted to say something else.
Yan Zhuo thought he was annoying: "You, you, what are you, why are you so wordy!"
Song Yan curled his lips into a smile, he was very happy, he never thought that Yan Zhuo would give up so much for him to go back to City H.
"Yan Zhuo." Song Yan gently called his name, "I want to kiss you."
"Now, right now, right now."
…
Yan Zhuo "twittered" him: "Why do you think that when you come out, you come out once."
"No," Song Yan said innocently, "I only miss you."
"..."
"Song Yan." Yan Zhuo suddenly became serious.
"Um… ?"
Yan Zhuo said seriously: "I really never thought that you would become like this."
Song Yan frowned.
"how?"
"that's all."
so? What is this like? Song Yan suddenly panicked.
"You are so stupid." Yan Zhuo said, "You are no longer as smart as before."
"..."
"I still remember the first time I saw you, just a back view fascinated me."
"So...?" He's getting silly now? Then Yan Zhuo disliked him
"So..." Yan Zhuo couldn't hold back his laughter anymore, he pinched Song Yan's face and said, "I really like you so much."
Ever since Yan Zhuo decided to go back to City H with Song Yan, Zhou Yang became sullen and lost his temper.
"I value sex over friends, I really value sex over friends." He scolded Yan Zhuo angrily, "Can't we keep you after several years of friendship?"
Yan Zhuo smiled: "I can't."
"..."
Zhou Yang puffed up his mouth angrily.
"Okay," Yan Zhuo said, "you can go to City H to play when you have free time, with food and lodging included."
Zhou Yang sneered, is he the kind of person who can be bought casually
"So," Zhou Yang said, "do you cover the toll?"
"..." Yan Zhuo was speechless, "You don't have a penny in your pocket, do you?"
Zhou Yang sighed, stopped joking with him, and said seriously: "You know, once you leave, I will lose a right-hand man and a right-hand man."
"The right arm and the right arm are two."
"Damn!" Zhou Yang scolded with a smile, "Is it still possible!"
"Okay, okay, no kidding, let's go to a bar tonight?" Yan Zhuo said.
"Practice banquet?"
"Um."
Zhou Yang thought for a while and said, "No Song Yan."
"Yeah," Yan Zhuo took out his phone, and agreed very simply, "I won't take him with me."
When Yan Zhuo called Song Yan, Song Yan was queuing outside to buy cheese cakes for him. As a result, when I heard on the phone that he was going to have dinner with another man and didn't take him with me, I immediately didn't want to buy it for him.
Song Yan said: "Yanyan, you can't be without a conscience,"
Yan Zhuo said, "I never had that thing."
Song Yan: "..."
"Okay, good-hearted people, I want strawberry flavored cheesecake."
After finishing speaking, Yan Zhuo cut off the phone very simply and ruthlessly.
good very good.
Song Yan holds the phone and thinks, after all, he is a person who will live his whole life, he can't get too used to Yan Zhuo, he should set up family rules.
There is a music tavern in the food street behind the school, Zhou Yangfei wanted to take Yan Zhuo to join in the fun, so they decided to eat there.
After drinking for three rounds, Zhou Yang was slightly drunk, but Yan Zhuo still hadn't touched a drop.
Zhou Yang poured him a glass of wine and said, "It's boring not to drink too much, drink a little."
Yan Zhuo waved his hand: "No, it's just right to catch a cold, and... if you drink too much, Song Yan should bother me again."
Zhou Yang curled his lips and burped loudly: "Are you afraid of him?"
Yan Zhuo explained: "It's not that I'm afraid, but I just feel that the quarrel is not worth it."
"Heh," Zhou Yang educated him, "We are men, we should look like men, what's wrong with being afraid of your wife."
"..." Yan Zhuo was speechless, it seemed that Zhou Yang really drank too much. He even forgot Song Yan's gender.
Zhou Yang would show his face when he drank a lot. Now, he put on a silly face and said, "Actually, I'm very curious. Are you up or down?"
Yan Zhuo didn't react: "What's up and what's down?""
Zhou Yang was very obscene: "What do you think?"
Yan Zhuo: "down..."
Zhou Yang smiled contemptuously at him with an expression of "I knew it": "Shame on me!"
"..." Yan Zhuo said, "Why would you be ashamed..."
Obviously very comfortable, he is very comfortable without moving.
"What do you think!" Zhou Yang hated iron but steel: "You don't want to counterattack?"
"Uh." Yan Zhuo really didn't think about it.
"Hey." Zhou Yang taught him face-to-face, "You have to use that thing in front of you no matter what, otherwise, what's the use of it if you grow it."
Makes sense.
Yan Zhuo said, "Your thoughts are very dangerous."
"Wealth and wealth are in danger..."
"..."
"Come here," Zhou Yang leaned into his ear like a thief, "Let me teach you how to counterattack..."
…
Instigated by Zhou Yang, Yan Zhuo ordered a bottle of wine and didn't drink it. He poured the wine on his hands and the corner of his clothes, creating an illusion that he was fearless because he drank too much.
The so-called exhaustion and exhaustion, when Yan Zhuo had some very strong thoughts, they hurriedly settled the bill and went to school.
"Don't panic." Zhou Yang staggered as he walked, drank like shit, and still reminded Yan Zhuo, "You must burp... it's a success, really do a manly burp..."
"..."
When they arrived at the dormitory, Yan Zhuo threw Zhou Yang to Xiao Zhu and asked Xiao Zhu to take good care of him before heading straight to his dormitory.
thump thump—
He knocked loudly on the door to deliberately create the illusion that he had drunk too much, and cheered himself on by the way.
After a while, Song Yan opened the door for him, and frowned when he smelled the alcohol all over his body: "Have you been drinking?"
Yan Zhuo was stunned by his eyes, and pretended to be stupid: "Yes, there are several bottles~"
"..." Song Yanfu turned around without helping him, as if he was too lazy to talk to a drunkard.
Yan Zhuo followed him into the room, cursing inwardly as he walked: Good Song Yan, treat me like this while I'm drunk, and see how I'll deal with you later.
Thinking of this, Yan Zhuo smiled obscenely, as long as his acting skills are good, he is not afraid of being unable to attack.
"Cough..." Yan Zhuo cleared his throat and was about to speak when Song Yan suddenly sat on the bed and asked coldly, "Why did you drink so much?"
Yan Zhuo laughed foolishly: "I'm happy."
"..."
Song Yan said: "Do you know that you just have a cold? Why, you want to go to the hospital so much? Do you have a brain problem or a psychological problem."
Here we go again, the mean man.
Hold back, you have to hold back! Yan Zhuo clenched his fist.
"Song Tianxian~" he made a trembling sound, rushed over and pressed Song Yan on the bed, like a clingy puppy, and still remembered the classic line: "Grandpa—Take a good pain." You."
Song Yan was suppressed by him and did not resist, raised his eyebrows and asked: "Who is the master?"
"I."
Song Yan pinched his earlobe: "Say it again."
"I."
Promising, Song Yan squinted his eyes, turned over suddenly and pressed him under him, and his position was reversed instantly.
Song Yan lowered his head and whispered into his ear: "Honey, you can't be a master."
Yan Zhuo's face turned red.
But not ashamed, but angry.
Oh shit. He wants to counterattack! How could he attack if he was so hard pressed by Song Yan!
"Get up," Yan Zhuo said, "It's too heavy and my ribs hurt."
Song Yan seemed to have never heard of it.
"Get up—" Yan Zhuo twisted and pushed him under him.
"..."
"Get up..."
"do not move."
Song Yan held him down. Originally Song Yan just wanted to tease him, but now he was really twisted out of his reaction.
Two people who love each other sleep on the same bed all day long, and it is inevitable that they will shoot each other. They also had acts of comforting each other, but they didn't make it to the end.
At this moment, under Yan Zhuo's subconscious fire, Song Yan finally couldn't bear it any longer. He buried his head deeply in Yan Zhuo's shoulder, half aggrieved and half forbearance shouted: "Yan Zhuo—"
Yan Zhuo was tickled by his short and hard hair, and he let out a "huh" while suppressing a smile.
Song Yan pulled down his pants chain and put his hand in.
"Can you?" He said politely and roguely, "Give it to me..."