Afternoon, three o'clock.
Yan Zhuo took his notebook and walked to the inpatient department. Along the way, he was thinking about what kind of beginning he should use to elicit this popular science education. After all, he can't say, "Mr. Song, I found your trash bag..." and so on.
In this way, I'm afraid he will add another crime in Song Yan's mind after pervert, stalker, and annoying person-voyeurism.
Although, he did all of the above actions...
There is a rare ray of sunlight in the sky, reflecting on the icy lake like colorful crystals. When Yan Zhuo passed the stone road, he saw a child sitting by the lake, buried his knees in his arms and remained motionless. The red thread cap on his head looked familiar.
He walked over and patted each other lightly: "Little friend, are you okay?"
After a while, the little girl slowly raised her head, staring at him with displeased expression.
Yan Zhuo gave a "cough" in embarrassment, and wanted to explain that he was not a bad person, but suddenly felt that the other party was familiar.
His face was pale and bloodless, and his cap was red.
Yan Zhuo instantly remembered who she was.
He asked: "We met again, do you remember me?"
The little girl frowned, a little dazed. It seems that I don't remember.
Yan Zhuo reminded: "2B—"
"Oh..." the little girl said with clear eyes, "I remember."
Yan Zhuo tried his best to show the most kind smile, and asked, "Where are your parents?"
The little girl said, "I went to see my brother."
oh brother.
Yan Zhuo didn't think deeply, and asked again: "Where's the braised egg head?"
"..."
The little girl gave him a white look: "He has a name, not a braised egg."
She was quite protective, Yan Zhuo grinned and asked her, "What's his name?"
The little girl turned her head: "It has nothing to do with you."
Quite a personality. Yan Zhuo touched his nose and explained: "I am a staff member here, not a human trafficker. You are too young to run around here casually. You need a guardian by your side. So, can you tell me where your parents are? "
"I'm not young anymore," said the little girl.
"Um?"
"I'm twelve years old."
Yan Zhuo was a little surprised: "I thought you were only 8 years old."
Yan Zhuo's original intention was to think that the little girl looked tender and small, but who knew that the other party didn't appreciate it.
The little girl glanced at him, and suggested earnestly, "Then you should have your eyesight checked."
A cold expression, a harsh tone, and a familiar formula.
It's almost in the same vein as Song Yan.
He joked, "Your surname is Song, right?"
The little girl was stunned, her mouth slightly opened, and it took a long time before she said, "How do you know?"
Really! !
Come to see my brother... Song Qiao, the director of Xinqiao Orphanage... whose surname is Song, and the information is connected together, he turned a corner in his heart and asked, "Song Yan is your brother?"
The little girl was really convinced, after all, she was still a child, and she couldn't figure out why she didn't say anything, but the people in front of her knew everything.
Looking at her expression, Yan Zhuo knew that he was right. Yan Zhuo thought: In this way, Song Yan...could also be an orphan
It seemed that something flashed in my mind, but I couldn't catch it in time. The little girl asked, "Do you know my brother?"
Yan Zhuo nodded.
"Are you familiar?"
familiar? Yan Zhuo couldn't say well either. Sometimes Song Qiao would chat with him for a few words, and sometimes he would not say a word. Most of them are silent, never gossip.
So - familiar? At least in some respects he knew nothing about Song Yan.
But compared to disappointing the children, telling nonsense is no big deal.
Yan Zhuo said with a guilty conscience, "We are friends."
"Really?" The little girl blinked and said, "I really can't tell."
Yan Zhuo: "..." I don't know if it's his illusion, but he has a feeling of being rejected.
The little girl laughed, pleased by his instantly downcast face.
"Is my brother a little difficult to get along with?"
Ask knowingly.
How can it be a bit! is very!
Yan Zhuo said: "Very nice, gentle and helpful."
After all, you can't speak ill of someone in front of his sister, so he said the opposite out of conscience, talking nonsense under the blue sky and broad daylight.
Facts have proved that only ghosts can believe nonsense.
The little girl who was still alive suddenly frowned, and said with a strange expression: "Are you sure you're talking about the same person as me? My brother doesn't touch these two points."
Yan Zhuo: "..." This is not what he said.
The little girl pouted and asked, "Are you really familiar?"
The sun shone on her long eyelashes, casting a thin shadow.
Yan Zhuo opened his mouth, and just about to say something, he heard someone shout: "Ya Ya—"
He looks back.
Dean Song led the corned egg and stood two meters behind him. When he looked carefully, the corned egg looked extremely pale, as if he had just finished going to the grave.
Yan Zhuo thought blindly in his heart: Could it be that Song Yan said something unbearable again
No wonder he thinks this way, it's because Song Yan's skill is too strong, he can turn his popularity into a puffer fish casually. When the needle is poked, it explodes directly.
Now the marinated egg looks like it is about to burst.
Song Qiao was a little surprised when he saw Yan Zhuo, he smiled and said, "What a coincidence."
"Dean Song, hello." Yan Zhuo greeted politely.
"Hello," Song Qiao asked, "to see family?"
Yan Zhuo shook the notebook in his hand: "I am a staff member here."
Watching Song Qiao look up and down his whole body, Yan Zhuo explained: "I am a volunteer, and non-regular employees don't need to wear overalls."
"Volunteer," Song Qiao said in awe, "that's great."
Yan Zhuo: "It's not that exaggerated..."
Song Qiao laughed "haha" twice, and said to Braised Dantou, "Little Ying, isn't my brother very great?"
Braised egg tilted his head and sneered, disapproving, it seemed that he was still stubborn because of his bad mood.
Yan Zhuo looked at him.
Children are so nice, no matter when, where and on what occasion, they can express their displeasure and good or bad temper as they like.
Let a person envy.
Yan Zhuo didn't care, but Song Qiao was embarrassed to explain: "He belongs to the donkey like his brother, and has a stubborn temper."
Follow Song Yan, no wonder. Yan Zhuo understood very well, and he joked: "Donkey meat is very delicious and has high nutritional value."
He shrugged when he finished.
Song Qiao: "..."
What's going on with the young people nowadays, why don't they tell ghost stories with such an innocent face.
Saying that, Yaya came over.
Song Qiao pointed at her again and said, "There is this one, which also belongs to the donkey."
"No." Yan Zhuo touched Ya Ya's thread cap and said, "This should belong to the little white rabbit."
Ludantou didn't want to care about people at first, but when he heard what he said, he immediately pulled Yaya behind him, gritted his teeth and glared at Yan Zhuo, "Listen up, Song Yaya, society is complicated now, and there are many scumbags. Anyone who likes sweet talk to praise you for trying to make you happy is not a good bird."
Song Qiao: "..."
Song Yaya: "..."
Yan Zhuo: "..."
The atmosphere was so awkward that the cold air condensed into ice.
After a long time, Song Qiao cleared his throat and said to Yan Zhuo, "This kid has some brain problems."
"Uh..." Yan Zhuo handed over the steps, "Maybe I've watched too many dog blood TV series."
"Hey..." Song Qiao said, "That's it... I believe, you won't mind..." The more he talked, the more confident he became, and finally he asked weakly, "Is that right?"
Yan Zhuo continued: "Right..."
They looked at each other.
"Well, I suddenly remembered that I still have something to do, we have a chance to meet again." Song Qiao opened his mouth and choked out such a sentence.
Yan Zhuo nodded: "Go slowly."
"Hey... good."
After speaking, he took the two children and said goodbye.
There is no way to slow down. They walked extremely fast, as if there were wolf dogs chasing behind them...
The plan was interrupted. After they left, Yan Zhuo also forgot what he was going to do. He didn't remember his unfinished tasks until after six o'clock in the evening. He took the notebook and went to 108.
But the plan was far from keeping up with the changes. Song Yan was not there when he entered the room, and the room was pitch black, so he turned on the light.
Yan Zhuo lowered his head in desperation, as the saying goes, one vigorous effort will be exhausted again and again. If he didn't spit it out today, he would be stillborn and suffocated in his belly.
He had been hated by Song Yan some time ago, and now he finally found a good opportunity to educate the other party, how could he let it go.
Yan Zhuo waited for a minute, but no one came back. He didn't feel good about waiting any longer, since it was someone else's house after all. Closing the notebook, he was ready to go out.
At this moment, the bathroom door was suddenly opened, and Song Yan walked out from inside.
Yan Zhuo's eyes widened, and he sighed with emotion in his heart.
Song Yan had just finished taking a shower, his hair was wet, he wiped his hair with a towel, took off his shoes and walked forward bit by bit, because he was already familiar with the layout of the room, he walked very fast. Accidentally ran into Yan Zhuo standing in the middle of the room blocking the way.
Yan Zhuo was knocked back to his senses.
Song Yan stopped, and he said coldly, "Who are you? What are you doing in my room?"
The atmosphere tensed up.
Yan Zhuo quickly said: "It's me, it's me, I'm Yan Zhuo."
After he finished speaking, although Song Yan was still frowning, the tense atmosphere dissipated instantly.
However, he was still displeased, and spoke with thorns: "Why? Do you want to be a thief this time?"
Ya bah.
Although Yan Zhuo was aggrieved by the stabbing, he didn't bother to argue with him.
Song Yan's speech is not pleasant, and it's not the first day he has been taught.
Are these the point? !
of course not!
The point is—
After Song Yan took a shower, he only put on a pair of trousers, and his upper body was naked without any strands.
Yan Zhuo stared intently, not at all embarrassed, since both of them are men anyway, there is no need to avoid suspicion.
"You're in good shape," he said.
Song Yan frowned, touched the cabinet and took out a shirt to put on.
He buttoned his buttons with one hand and wiped his hair with the other.
Because I can't see it, it moves very slowly.
Taking advantage of this time, Yan Zhuo sneaked a few more glances. After Song Yan got dressed, he said, "You have abs."
Yan Zhuo's tone was exaggerated, Song Yan had a half-smile: "Pretty good?"
"It's pretty..." Yan Zhuo said. Of course it looks good. He touched his stomach and felt the gap instantly.
He muttered, "If I had known earlier, I would have exercised more."
His voice was very small, but it was still heard by Song Yan, who had excellent hearing.
Song Yan sneered.
What are you laughing laughing! Yan Zhuo gave him a white look.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew in, Yan Zhuo shivered.
Only then did he realize that the window was not closed.
He went to the window and closed the window sill and said, "Did you take a shower without closing the window?" Suddenly he thought of something, "You still don't close the door!"
He said these two sentences so naturally that Song Yan laughed angrily, and said, "How do you get in after the door is closed?"
Yan Zhuo knew that he was wrong, so he didn't reply, but reminded: "If you have a fever again, it's not as simple as just getting an injection."
"It's two injections," Yan Zhuo said, "Colds and fevers are very easy to recur. After a long time, if you catch a little cold without paying attention, you will be pricked by the needles, until you are full of holes and leaks."
He deliberately exaggerated, hoping that Song Yan could pay attention.
But Song Yan just snorted softly when he heard this, and didn't respond.
have to. He is simply a master who does not listen to persuasion.
He glanced at the notebook and felt that there was no need to discuss with Song Yan about the "research report on coffee and the theory of drinkability". It was almost an impossible task to win the first battle.
He watched helplessly as Mr. Song got into bed after drying his white hair.
Yan Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Going to bed so early?"
"Well," Song Yan said, "a little sleepy."
Yan Zhuo walked to the door: "Would you like to turn off the light for you?"
Song Yan was startled, and after a while he asked calmly, "Is there any difference?"
Eh? All right.
Yan Zhuo touched his nose in embarrassment, he was a little silly. Always forget something that is a fait accompli and easy to ignore.
For example, every time he looked at Song Yan's face, Song Yan couldn't see it, but when he met his eyes, he suddenly realized it again.