After punching out, Song Yan felt that something was wrong.

Soft and warm, it is a little different from the cold and hard touch of imaginary ghosts.

Song Yan was stunned for a while, then heard a mournful sentence from the ground, "Brother Yan, you are so cruel." Then he looked down and saw the fat group on the ground hugging him aggrievedly, and then he suddenly remembered that Xia Zhiye had already gone out to attend the training camp. Now, the one sleeping on his top bunk is Chubby.

etc.

chubby? !

Song Yan gave a "fuck", and hurriedly got out of bed, picked up Little Fatty, and said in a low voice, "Are you alright?"

The tone of voice is not difficult to hear the deep worry and guilt.

It's okay for Xiaopang, after all, a person who sleeps in a daze doesn't have much energy, and his belly has enough cushioning force, so the pain is not very painful, but it is very insulting.

Holding Song Yan's arm, he slowly got up, sat on his bed, and waved his hand: "It's not a big problem, it's just that you suddenly made me a little confused."

Song Yan rubbed the tip of his nose in a guilty conscience: "Then what, I forgot you were there, I didn't react for a while... I'm sorry."

"It's alright, I guessed it." Little Fatty sat on the edge of the bed with a relieved face. "When you kept calling Ye Ge's name there, I knew that I was just a victim of your love."

"Who is in love with him?"

Song Yan directly refuted.

Xiaopang thought he didn't dare to admit it, so he patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, geezer, I know you don't want to admit it because of your special circumstances, but you can be yourself in front of me with confidence, I understand everything, understand everything ."

Song Yan: "?"

"So you and Brother Ye must be happy, otherwise I'll be sorry that I sacrificed so much for you."

Song Yan: "??"

"No, what do you understand?" Song Yan held back his temper and emphasized, "Xia Zhiye and I are now the most normal roommates and roommates."

"You and Brother Ye are the most normal roommates and roommates? Haha." Xiaopang thought he was listening to a joke.

Song Yan frowned, "Isn't it?"

His expression was so serious that it didn't seem to be joking or covering up, and Xiao Pang felt wrong: "Wait, Brother Yan, are you serious?"

"nonsense."

Song Yan expressed his attitude succinctly and clearly.

Fatty: "...?"

Song Yan actually thought so seriously? !

Is this thing scientific? !

"No, Brother Yan, it's just the two of you, can you say it's a normal roommate and table-mate relationship?" Xiaopang felt that his outlook on life was impacted, "I won't say what Brother Ye treats you, you should There are also numbers. But what do you think of Brother Ye, you don't know yourself?"

Song Yan didn't seem to know clearly: "What did I do to him?"

Isn't it quite normal to help the poor and then add the occasional rapid heartbeat.

Seeing Song Yan, who is usually smarter than anyone else, with his elm-headed face now, Xiao Pang laughed wildly for Xia Zhi: "What do you think you did to him? Every time a girl gives him something, Your face collapsed, and you didn't take a look at yourself in the mirror?"

Song Yan: "..."

"Brother Ye ran a marathon before. This time he ran 3,000 meters and 1,000 meters. You were so nervous that you almost moved the nutrition department of the hospital to him. Don't you think you are a little over-concerned?"

Song Yan: "..."

"And when you fall asleep and feel thirsty, all you think about is Brother Ye's name. That's not the case with our normal roommates and tablemates."

Relying on Song Yangang's punch, Xiaopang was feeling guilty. He cocked his orchid fingers, shook his head, yin and yang strangely, and looked like a traitorous minister who was in charge of slandering.

And Song Yan was actually speechless by what he said. After a short silence, Pale defended: "It's just a habit."

"Oh..." Little Fatty raised his orchid finger and tapped, "Then we have known Master Xia for so long, why haven't we developed this habit?"

The yin and yang are extremely strange, and in normal times, Xiao Chuan may have been reincarnated a hundred times.

But because of a guilty conscience, Song Yan just stood there and didn't speak.

The black soft fur that slept in a mess was hanging between his eyebrows, his eyelids were lowered, his lips were slightly pursed, and he looked a little stunned.

The yin and yang chubby boy looked back at him like this and paused.

Wait, Song Yan doesn't look like she doesn't pretend to understand, but it seems like she really doesn't understand? !

isn't it...

However, remembering Song Yan's usually cold and emotionally deficient state, Xiao Pang actually felt that it was not impossible.

After all, it is normal for the Flowers of High Ridge to not understand their mortal emotions.

So it was a bit yin and yang for a moment.

Just watching Song Yan stand there like a erring elementary school student for a long time, then silently put down his orchid finger, and resumed his serious tone: "Anyway, it is a habit, you will know after you try it, but if you are used to it, at most at first It's a little uncomfortable, if it's getting more and more uncomfortable, it's not a habit. But..."

"But what?"

Song Yan asked.

Xiao Pang sighed and said seriously: "But don't keep dragging it on because Brother Ye will be nice to you no matter what, he really likes you and will always accommodate you, but to be honest, I hate brother, like you. It's not easy to have that kind of personality."

It's not that Song Yanren is bad.

It's just that Song Yan's character needs courage just to get close, not to mention in-depth understanding and bold liking.

After all, everyone is just an ordinary peer of the same age, and no one is obliged to bear your cold face and stinky face to understand how kind and soft your nature is, and then tolerate your bad temper.

Human emotions all need feedback, and if you don’t get a response, you will always feel tired after a long time.

Although many people may not give up because they are tired, it is really unfair to the party who takes the initiative to like it.

Xiaopang got acquainted with Song Yan only because of Xia Zhiye, and also knew that Song Yan only seemed indifferent and withdrawn on the surface, but in fact he was not an unreasonable person, and even sometimes was inexplicably simple and easy to deceive, so it was only today. Dare to take advantage of the special situation and dare to say so much.

And Song Yan did not really get angry or beat up as he thought, but just stood there, lowered his eyelashes, and then muttered: "Well, I see, thank you."

Hearing this sentence, Xiao Pang, who was heartbroken for other people's love, stood up satisfied: "It's fine if you know, then I'll go up and continue to sleep."

"Um."

Little Fatty's deafening snoring sound soon came from the upper bunk, and Song Yan also forgot that he was thirsty. He just lay on his side on the bed, watching the little Tieshu on the opposite table, who was quiet and sullen in the moonlight. stay.

He hadn't felt it before, but after Xiaopang said this, he realized that he was really selfish.

He didn't trust emotions, didn't trust the establishment of relationships, and even didn't trust Xia Zhiye if he really liked him, and then because of his own face, he clearly liked it but didn't want to admit it, obviously reluctant to admit it, obviously worried but still unwilling to admit it.

But I never thought about how Xia Zhiye would feel if he really liked him, and how he would feel when he dragged Xia Zhiye like this, and whether he would feel sad when he said those cold words Xia Zhiye said.

What if Xia Zhiye is really lost and sad.

Thinking of this, Song Yan was completely drowsy, took out his mobile phone, opened Xia Zhiye's WeChat, and was about to send a message of concern when he saw a message sent by Xia Zhiye two hours ago:

[Wild]: We have arrived at the training location. The mobile phone needs to be handed in, so don’t worry if you can’t reach me, sleep well and wait for me to come back.

[Wild]: Although you said you won't miss me, I will still miss you

[Wild]: Good night, my future boyfriend

Although you say you won't miss me, you will still miss you.

Song Yan's fingertips lightly rubbed the line of text twice, and a warm grief slowly passed through the corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose.

No wonder Song Minghai named himself Yan, it seems that he is really not worthy of being liked by others.

He is really a child with a bad personality and a bad temper, and only a person with a strange aesthetic like Xia Zhiye would like him inexplicably.

But Xia Zhiye is so good, what will he do if he finds out that he is actually a child who is not worthy of being liked.

Song Yan turned off the phone, retracted the quilt, and closed his eyes.

He thought about it, when Xia Zhiye came back, he must give him an answer.

On the second day of Xia Zhiye's departure, it started to rain in Nanwu, and for many days, the temperature dropped, and the whole Nanwu was completely winter.

The winter in the south is different from that in the north. There is not such a terrifying cold wind, nor the extremely low temperature that suddenly drops below zero, but it is extremely humid and cold. Inescapable.

Song Yan also changed into a thick and warm sweater and down jacket.

Since Xiaopang said those words to him, he began to try to get rid of some bad habits developed by Xia Zhiye.

For example, every morning, instead of throwing a tantrum and waiting for Xia Zhiye to get out of bed half-coaxed, he got up on the first round of the alarm clock.

For example, instead of sitting in place and waiting for water to drink every night in the morning and between classes, I made a memo to remind myself to connect the hot water in advance and put away the thermos.

For example, I would eat with Xiaopang and the others on time every day, and I would silently pick out those I didn’t like, and I would go to school together, so I was no longer so withdrawn and aloof.

In the beginning, was often not used to it. always wanted to call Xia Zhiye. Halfway through the call, realized that he was not there, and then turned around in despair.

And without Xia Zhiye's easy handling of everything, many daily chores are very difficult for him to do, and he is so irritable that he wants to drag Xia Zhiye back from the training ground, but every time he opens WeChat, he sees Xia Zhiye's words " I'll still miss you." He calmed down again.

So over time, you get used to it.

Song Yancai realized that those habits in life were actually not as hard to change as they thought.

However, not all habits are as easy to change as the habits of life, and even become more and more unsuitable as time goes on, more and more strong, more and more like an incurable disease.

For example, always turn on mobile phone unconsciously every day, click on the calendar, and see how many days until December 21st.

When there was one day left before December 21, Song Yan followed Ruan Tian to Shiwai.

This English speech contest "Young Talent Cup" is hosted by several colleges and universities in Beijing, and some key schools in various provinces across the country are invited to participate and take turns going back and forth to the city for exchanges. This year, it happens to be Nanwu's turn.

In terms of software and hardware, the best school in Nanwu is Shiwai, so the venue naturally falls on Shiwai.

On the afternoon of December 20th, the pre-prepared manuscripts will be used to participate in the preliminaries, and then the on-site proposition will be made. On the 21st, we will exchange and study, prepare the manuscripts for one day, and hold the final on the 22nd.

Ruan Tian, ​​as the instructor of No. 3 Middle School, will also accompany the whole process.

So early on Sunday, the 20th, Ruan Tian called him: "Song Yan, are you up yet?"

Song Yan didn't know who would answer Ruan Tian's call if she didn't get up, but she still replied, "I got up."

"It's good to wake up, it's good to wake up, Xia Zhiye told me before that you have trouble getting out of bed, and you can't hear the alarm clock and lose your temper, so I have to kill you on the day of the competition, but I didn't expect you to be very good. Be conscious." Ruan Tian praised happily.

Song Yan's knuckles holding the phone turned blue instantly.

Grass, Xia Zhiye, a big idiot, isn't it honorable that he has the urge to get up? ! Is it necessary to talk to everyone? ! Is he shameless? !

Song Yan looked down at the glass counter in front of her, gritted her lower teeth, thinking about waiting for Xia Zhiye to come back and settle the account.

And Ruan Tian on the other end of the phone had finished chatting about a lot of things, and finally asked, "Oh, by the way, do you have a formal dress? If you don't have a formal dress, I will bring my boyfriend's to you."

"No, I have it."

The finals of the Young Talent Cup all require students to wear formal clothes, but Song Yan didn't bring them when he came to Nanwu from Beijing this time, so he got up early in the morning and went to the shopping mall to buy his own formal clothes.

Ruan Tian also felt relieved: "Okay, then at twelve o'clock at noon, I will drive to the dormitory to pick you up and another girl, and we will go to Shiwai together."

"Um."

Song Yan hung up the phone, then pointed to a watch on the counter, "Could you take this out and show it to me?"

"Okay, sir."

Brown-banded blue plate with the design of the little prince engraved on the back.

A special edition of the Little Prince from the IWC Pilot Collection.

At the first sight of this watch, Song Yan inexplicably thought of Xia Zhiye.

Maybe it's because he, like the little prince, has a rose with a particularly stinky, squeamish, and pretentious temperament.

And this watch was the answer Song Yan wanted to give Xia Zhiye.

It happened that 12.24 was Xia Zhiye's birthday, and everything was just right.

It's just that this watch is only more than 40,000 yuan. If you only give this watch, will it appear that you don't pay enough attention to it? Will Xia Zhiye like it?

Song Yanzheng lowered his head to consider whether this watch is worthy of Xia Zhiye, and suddenly heard someone call him from behind: "Song Yan, why are you here?"

When he looked back following the voice, the nervous anticipation and entanglement in Song Yan's eyes instantly vanished. Compared with the usual indifference and indifference, there was also a sinister look of disgust. The place where his eyes passed, let people rise at once. A very uncomfortable feeling of pressure.

But after just one look, Song Yan coldly retracted his gaze, and said to the teller, "Please help me wrap this up."

Then he took the bag and turned to leave without turning his head or saying a word.

Arrogant, indifferent and unreasonable.

Someone behind him who didn't know him couldn't help but ask: "Shang Wei, who is this, why is he so arrogant, not even polite?"

Next to him was a tall boy wearing a white down jacket, with warm and handsome eyebrows, but there was a shallow scar above his right brow bone. Hearing this, he smiled with a good temper: "Don't say that, he is a former classmate of mine, who was I dropped out of school, and now I have moved to Nanwu, I didn’t expect to meet by chance.”

"Ah, was expelled from school? Then this person must have a problem with his character." The fellows exaggeratedly echoed.

Another student who came to Nanwu Competition Huiying Middle School snorted softly: "It's not only impossible, it's just too bad, no one in our class likes him, just the scar on Shang Wei's forehead, it's because of him. …”

"Okay." Shang Wei interrupted softly, "Stop talking, it's all over."

The man pouted: "Shang Wei, you are a very nice person, but you are also, just like Song Yan, who is just like his name, no one likes him wherever he goes, and he is too lazy to care about him."

The words behind him never lowered their volume, so they all fell into Song Yan's ears without a word.

And Song Yan just put on the headphones with a cold face.

He's certainly not a likable person, but it's not the idiot's turn to point the finger.

In the past, he didn't care, so he gave up on himself indifferently, but now he has someone who cares, so he wants that person to know that he is not that bad, at least worthy of a little love.