Yan Zhuo changed the subject: "Hey...why do you have a fever?"
This sentence is simply nonsense, the two of them were drenched in snow together last night. But now he seemed to have lost his memory, and kept saying: "What did you do last night, did you do something bad? Actually, I really can't understand your behavior of staying up in the middle of the night and going to the back garden to enjoy the snow. It's so cold —”
Song Yan interrupted him: "Shut up."
"Oh..." Yan Zhuo rubbed his nose and looked up at Song Yan. From his angle, he could see Song Yan's clear jaw line and protruding Adam's apple.
very sexy.
Yan Zhuo lowered his head again and touched his Adam's apple. He asked dryly, "How old are you?"
"how?"
"No—" Yan Zhuo said, "Just asking."
Song Yan said, "Twenty-eight."
"oh… "
Yan Zhuo thought: Older than me, no wonder he is more mature than me.
"Do you know how old I am?"
"have no idea."
"Do you hear my voice
"I can't hear it." Song Yan turned and leaned against the window sill, saying without interest.
Yan Zhuo: "..."
Can you be more perfunctory
He said in a muffled voice, "I am twenty-two this year."
Song Yan gave a cold "hmm", and didn't intend to answer his words.
"..."
The hands of the clock hanging on the wall are "tick-tick" tirelessly, which looks abrupt in the quiet room.
Yan Zhuo moved his feet, ready to get up. As soon as he moved, he suddenly gasped and let out a "hiss".
"Mr. Song." He patted Song Yan's hand.
Being touched suddenly, Song Yan felt uncomfortable, he asked: "What's wrong?"
Yan Zhuo was embarrassed: "I... my legs are numb."
"..."
"Can't stand up."
"..."
"Can you give me a pull?"
Yan Zhuo looked up at Song Yan with a naive and innocent expression. It's a pity that the other party can't see it.
After a while, Song Yan said without emotion; "Squat for a while."
His expression was dull, as if he was saying: How can a mortal like you deserve to touch my hand.
Never guess how unreasonable Song Yan will be, because he is not human at all when he is ruthless.
Yan Zhuo was afraid that his legs would be useless if he squatted down again, so he slowly stood up while supporting the wall, stomped his feet, it was fine if he didn't stomp, his legs softened, and he almost knelt down as if he had lost his center of gravity. He stretched out his hand suddenly, grabbed the arm of the person next to him, and knocked his head on the opponent's shoulder blade because of inertia.
It hurts.
Yan Zhuo covered his forehead.
Song Yan stood by the window and was picked up by someone. Before he could react, he was attacked by a hard object. He patted his shoulder and asked, "Does it hurt?"
Yan Zhuo: "It hurts..."
Song Yan said: "That's good."
Yan Zhuo: "?!"
"It's okay if it hurts, stand up next time."
Yan Zhuo whispered "Damn", and thought to himself: If you help me, there will be so many things.
He let out a long "ah" and said, "Concussion."
Song Yan didn't bother to pay attention to him touching the porcelain, closed the window and mocked: "Spaste your head, spill it as soon as you touch it?"
Well mean you win again.
Yan Zhuo curled his lips, thinking that every time he talked to Song Yan, he thought that he didn't die fast enough.
He still wants to live a few more years.
Yan Zhuo threw the cigarette butts into the trash can to destroy the corpse, and said: "I'm leaving, I spilled too much paste, and now my head is a little wet. I'll get a hair dryer to blow it on. Remember to eat lunch."
After being baptized by the cold wind and tobacco, Song Yan's illness worsened that night.
I had no choice but to get a nurse to give him an injection in the triangle area of his shoulder.
When Yan Zhuo heard the news, he couldn't help gloating and said, "Yes."
But it didn't take long for him to gloat, and wave after wave of patients ushered in.
Wind and cold evil invade the body in winter, and the immunity of the elderly is low. Within a week, eight people fell ill in the nursing home, and one was directly taken away by an ambulance because of sudden pneumonia.
Elderly people live mainly in the nursing home, which makes the leader very worried. Fearing that someone would fall ill again, the nursing home began to distribute Banlangen and warm babies.
When it was distributed to 108, Yan Zhuo put Nuan Baobao on the table and asked casually, "Have you worn long johns today?"
The heating in the room is sufficient, and Song Yan is not afraid of the cold, so he didn't even buy long johns. Hearing Yan Zhuo's question suddenly, he said directly, "I'm not used to wearing it."
Yan Zhuo rolled his eyes at him, and said in his heart: Yes, yes, you are a dragbi, how can you wear something so uncool like long johns.
But he still couldn't help asking: "Aren't you afraid of getting old with frozen shoulder?"
Song Yan was stunned for a moment, and his expression was indescribable: "Your long trousers around your neck?"
Yan Zhuo: "..."
"No, I mean you are not afraid of old cold legs." He said.
Grandma Yan Zhuo likes to keep in good health. Since childhood, she instilled in him the idea of "short fashion can't keep you warm, and you have to go to the hospital in old age", so she almost reminded him every day to let him wear long johns in winter. Long johns may not be enough, and woolen trousers . So Yan Zhuo's physique has been pretty good since he was a child, and he was born out of cover.
Song Yandao: "We'll talk about the future."
After all, there was a "beep", and the hot water boiled.
Song Yan groped his way to the cabinet.
After Yan Zhuo saw it, he asked him, "What are you doing?"
Song Yan said, "Take the cup."
Yan Zhuo took out a cup and handed it to him, and asked, "Water?"
"Make coffee."
"Coffee?" Yan Zhuo was puzzled, "Why are you making coffee?"
After he finished asking, he felt like he was mentally retarded, what could he do with making coffee, of course he drank it.
Sure enough, Song Yan also felt that his brain was twitching, and said with a cool expression: "Keep warm."
Yan Zhuo: "..."
I don't know if it's too late for him to shut up now.
Song Yan stood by the table, tore open a bag of coffee and poured it into a cup, and then poured hot water. In an instant, a rich and mellow smell filled the room.
"Smells good." Yan Zhuo moved to his side and said.
Song Yan was noncommittal.
"It smells really good." He said it again.
Song Yan blew a mouthful of hot air, but there was no reaction.
Yan Zhuo gave him a white look, and said a third time: "Good! Fragrant! Ah!"
Song Yan finally condescended and said, "If you want to drink, get yourself a cup."
Finally waiting for this sentence, Yan Zhuo smiled, and went to the cabinet to get another cup.
He glanced at Song Yan's cup, then at his own, and finally held the handle of the cup and asked, "Are these two couple's cups?"
Song Yan paused, took a sip of his coffee and said, "I don't know, someone gave it to me some time ago."
"oh… "
Since it was sent some time ago, Song Yan probably couldn't see it by then. Yan Zhuo poured a cup of coffee and stared at the cup in his hand.
The cup in his hand is a pig with a pouting mouth, as is Song Yan's. The two are put together, just in the position of kissing.
The difference is that his is red, and the one Song Yan uses is blue.
Yan Zhuo took a sip of coffee, it was very bitter. He closed his eyes, admiring Song Yan again, he is also a ruthless person who can drink such a bitter drink without sugar.
"Do you have sugar here?" Yan Zhuo asked. He really couldn't drink it, the difficulty of this hard pour was comparable to that of traditional Chinese medicine.
Song Yan said: "No."
"Where's the hard candy fruit candy?"
"No."
Damn... Yan Zhuo tried to take another sip, it was really bad, so bad that he said indiscriminately: "If it doesn't work, just bubble gum."
He was so loud that Song Yan's face was paralyzed from the annoyance.
Yan Zhuo complained: "Why is there no sugar... Don't you like sugar?"
"Too sweet, I don't like it."
Yan Zhuo resentfully said, "Okay."
Song Yan said: "If you don't like it, don't drink it. Don't you force yourself to feel better?"
I had no intention of drinking it. Yan Zhuo was a little embarrassed, after all, he wasted his kindness... well, actually not, Song Yan didn't have that kindness. It was him who insisted on trying it just now, but the degree of taste matching was too low.
"Then I'll wash the cup away," Yan Zhuo said, "Are you almost finished, I'll wash it off together."
Song Yan handed him the cup, raised his chin towards the bathroom, and said with ease: "Go."
…
After washing the cup, Yan Zhuo put it back in its original place, changed the garbage bag, and finally said to Song Yan's back: "I took the garbage out, it's a thank you coffee."
Song Yan didn't turn his head back: "Go slowly."
After Yan Zhuo went out, he didn't throw away the garbage immediately. He opened the trash bag and glanced inside. When he changed the garbage bag just now, he discovered that there were a lot of opened coffee packages in it.
The nurse will clean the room every night, so this is probably the amount from last night to noon today, Yan Zhuo frowned, it was too much.
He found an empty corner, poured it out and counted it. There were ten bags in total. Excluding the one he drank, it was equivalent to saying that Song Yan drank nine bags of coffee himself!
Too much coffee is not good. Yan Zhuo put away the rubbish, and felt that it was necessary to give Song Yan a popular science-the disadvantages of drinking too much coffee.
Yan Zhuo's execution ability is very strong, and he started to record seriously as soon as he returned to the room.
He carefully googled a lot of information, decided to start from the perspective of caffeine, and warned Song Yan. However, he didn't intend to exaggerate it too much, and tried to be as rigorous as possible. After all, drinking less is good for the body.