Although it is very comfortable in the nursing home, there are books to read and the beautiful wetland scenery to enjoy, but Zhou Yanqing still feels a little too dull. In fact, the real reason was that because of Song Yu's absence, he couldn't calm down to do anything. He missed Song Yu more than he thought.
But fortunately, Song Yue found him the next day and pestered him to chat, distracting most of his attention.
After Song Yue returned to her parents, she kept in touch with Zhou Yanqing through social software. Recently, because she found a part-time job and became busy with her life and studies, the two of them had less contact. It wasn't until he took time out of his busy schedule to pay attention to domestic news that he realized that such a big thing had happened to Zhou Yanqing.
After learning that the police had been called, Song Yue felt relieved: "Don't worry, my brother will definitely not let the rumormonger go."
Zhou Yan laughed lightly. Song Yue didn't even see Song Yu's face when he came last time, but he has always maintained blind trust and admiration for Song Yu.
Song Yue is probably afraid that he will be in a bad mood due to the influence of cyber violence, so whenever he is free, he will chat with him. He does not know many Chinese characters, so he will speak them over, but his spoken English is not very standard, and he often makes people laugh. Zhou Yan smiled lightly.
Aunt Zhao heard a few words by chance, then shook her head and said, "Is this kid's Mandarin not very good?"
The day after Song Yu left, the doctor in the nursing home removed the stitches from Zhou Yanqing's wound. The wound was not big, but because of the need for debridement and stitches at that time, a large piece of hair was shaved, making her bald and unsightly. Zhou Yanqing tried his best to pull the hair around, trying to cover it up, but it didn't work.
The middle-aged doctor laughed and said, "It's okay, it will grow out in two or three days."
Zhou Yan smiled embarrassingly: "Thank you."
In the past, he didn't really care about it, but he always felt very uncomfortable when he thought of letting Song Yu see his bald head. But apart from praying for the hair to grow wildly in these two days, there seems to be no good way.
Early on the morning of the third day, Zhou Yanqing received a call from An Bei. An Bei said that he wanted to visit him, Zhou Yanqing thought it would be better to meet outside, so he asked An Bei to meet at a small restaurant near the school.
Zhou Yanqing went to say hello to Aunt Zhao, saying that she wanted to go out for a while. Aunt Zhao rubbed her hands in a dilemma, and said falteringly: "Xiao Zhou...Mr. Song said that he should take good care of you."
"I have an appointment with a friend, and I will be back soon." Zhou Yanqing showed her the wound on his head, "Look, my wound has healed, and nothing will happen."
Aunt Zhao helped him get a loose woolen cap, and told him repeatedly: "Then if you feel uncomfortable, call me quickly, okay? When you get in the car, take a picture of the license plate number for me, and I'll write it down. "
"Okay, I will." Zhou Yanqing agreed one by one, he likes this kind of mother-like nagging.
After leaving the nursing home, Zhou Yan took a taxi to the destination. Anbei had arrived early and had ordered dishes, all of which Zhou Yanqing liked. This made Zhou Yanqing very embarrassed and guilty, because the purpose of his visit today was to clarify the relationship between the two, and he could no longer pretend to be stupid to delay Anbei.
After the food was served, Anbei began to chat about his work, and recalled his school life. The two of them already had a lot of topics to talk about, but once they opened the chatterbox, they couldn't shut it down. They hadn't talked about the most important topic until the meal was over. Zhou Yanqing rubbed his hands under the table, thinking hard about how to say this, he couldn't ask An Bei directly if he liked him.
An Bei glanced at the absent-minded Zhou Yanqing, and suggested, "How about we go to school for a walk to digest?"
"Okay, let's go." Zhou Yanqing had no choice but to agree.
The two walked all the way to the basketball court, then to the library and the dormitory. During this period, Zhou Yanqing wanted to speak countless times, but Anbei interrupted them inadvertently.
In the end, the two walked on a path leading to the northwest gate. This path had to pass through a small forest, and when they reached the end, there was a snack street.
Zhou Yanqing likes the Malatang of a small shop on the street very much. He used to howl in the dormitory that he wanted to eat Malatang. Only Anbei would enthusiastically agree, "I'm hungry too", and then the two of them would come here Eat at a small shop.
"Do you know why I like the Malatang from that small shop on the street as much as you do?" Anbei asked suddenly.
Zhou Yan paused and nodded slightly. In the past, he thought that the two had the same taste, but later he realized that Anbei liked to be with him and accommodate him.
Anbei froze for a moment, then smiled wryly and sighed.
Zhou Yanqing thought that he would say something from his heart, but Anbei just kept silent and continued to move forward.
When he arrived at the northwest gate, An Bei paused. He turned his head and stared at Zhou Yanqing, opened his mouth several times and struggled a few times before he asked, "You..."
Zhou Yanqing's heart was pounding.
"You... like Song Yu?"
It was an unexpected question, but Zhou Yanqing immediately understood Anbei's good intentions. Compared with rejecting Anbei, it was obviously much easier to admit that he liked Song Yu.
An Bei pursed his lips and smiled. He knew Zhou Yanqing's temper too well, and understood his struggles, embarrassments, and guilt. Although he knew that no matter how he asked, he would always get an answer that rejected him, but he still chose a question that would lighten Zhou Yanqing's psychological burden. It also contains a little selfishness, if you don't ask directly, let's pretend that Zhou Yanqing didn't refuse directly.
Zhou Yan forced a smile: "Well, I like it."
An Bei turned his face away from Zhou Yanqing, and after a while he turned his head and said as usual: "Let's go, I'll take you back."
"Okay." Zhou Yan swept the moisture at the end of Anbei's eyes lightly, feeling bitter in his heart, he said again: "Anbei, thank you."
Anbei is good to him, he can do anything for Anbei, but he can't force himself to like Anbei, and a person as proud as Anbei doesn't need to like him against his will.
On the third night, Song Yu returned to S City. He only left for three days, but he felt as if he had been away for three months, and the three-day recording was much more exhausting than before.
The driver, Brother Lin, was already waiting to pick him up at the airport, so Gao Lei took a taxi and left by himself.
Song Yu and Meng Shiping got into the car, Brother Lin turned his head and asked, "Mr. Meng, you are close, shall I see you off first?"
"Okay, thank you Brother Lin." Meng Shiping replied.
Song Yu was a little surprised. On the day of departure, he met Meng Shiping in the garage, but he didn't give him a chance to go upstairs. Meng Shiping seemed to suspect that Zhou Yanqing had moved back, and wanted to find an excuse to go upstairs. Today I had the opportunity to go to his house in a fair manner, but Meng Shiping wanted to go home first. Song Yu smiled secretly, it seemed that he was too calm these three days, and Meng Shiping had dispelled his doubts.
Back home, Song Yu wanted to call Zhou Yanqing, but it was already ten o'clock, and Zhou Yanqing should have fallen asleep long ago.
He put down his phone and hurried upstairs. Half an hour later, he took a shower and changed his clothes and went downstairs again. His hair was still wet and undried. After rubbing it twice indifferently, he picked up the car keys and a handbag went downstairs.
It was almost midnight when we arrived at the nursing home, and the soundproofing of this suite was not very good. Song Yu opened the door lightly, for fear of waking up the sleeping people. He closed the door gently, and when he lowered his head, he saw that his indoor slippers were placed in front of the floor mat, with the heels facing the door for easy putting on.
Song Yu lowered his head and smiled, and stepped on the soft-soled slippers, as if stepping on a cloud.
He walked into the living room, just as he put down the things in his hand, a horrified cry pierced through Zhou Yanqing's room, and suddenly tore apart the peaceful night...