Author of "Special Relationship": Zi Jinsu [End + Extra]

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[Heaven's Pride has fallen into the mortal world, and life is nothing but a struggle.

Can our special relationship give you some solace? 】

Yan Zhuo was a volunteer at a suburban nursing home, and one day he heard that 108 had been admitted to a beautiful man with a bad temper.

The man was cold and mysterious, making him hateful and curious at the same time.

Song Yan, a well-known painter, was admitted to a sanatorium due to an accidental blindness. While waiting in line for donations, he met a Sunshine volunteer.

With the death of his friend and the departure of his girlfriend, he gradually became a paranoid patient.

Song Yan was tired of the volunteer who always showed up when he was most embarrassed, but he could only feel alive when he was in the warm embrace of the other party.

Q: How many steps does it take to fall in love with a man?

Yan Zhuo: To be handsome, one step is enough.

Apathy and Paranoid Attack X Violent Little Sun Suffering

A main line, a dark line.

Slight abuse, slight abuse in the early stage of the attack, reversal of the status in the later stage and good eyesight in the later stage of the attack, will break the mirror, will be reunited, and there will be a wife-chasing crematorium.

Note: The meaning of sick Jiao in this article is - sick and arrogant

Chapter 1 He has a bad temper

[I heard that 108 next door lived in a beautiful man with a bad temper. 】

H City just finished a heavy snow, and a strong wind blew again.

The wind hit the face like a knife, and the cold air infiltrated into the pores along the skin texture, making people feel cold all over.

As a southerner, Yan Zhuo has lived in this northern town for more than three years, but when winter comes, he still cannot adapt to the climate here.

Wrapping his down jacket tightly, he walked into the Ningkang Sanatorium.

This small nursing home is where he works and he volunteers here.

From the winter break of my sophomore year to the present.

The air conditioner was on in the hall, and the warmth spread from the soles of his feet to his limbs, and Yan Zhuo, who was about to freeze to death, finally recovered.

He walked to Room 107 and knocked on the door. After a while, the door opened, revealing an old lady with a kind face.

She was bent over, her hair was gray.

"Bought it back?" she asked.

Yan Zhuo nodded and handed her the thing he was carrying.

Seeing that his mouth was frozen, the old lady said flatly, "Thank you."

Saying that, he pulled him into the house.

The old lady has bad legs and trembles when she walks. Yan Zhuo followed behind and glanced into the room——

Sure enough, she was not alone in the room. Aunt Xu in Room 201 and Mrs. Jin in Room 203 were also upstairs.

"This is you?" Yan Zhuo asked.

He thought he could leave as soon as he delivered.

"Playing mahjong," the old lady said, "three missing one."

This is to temporarily pull Yan Zhuo over as a mahjong player.

Yan Zhuo asked, "Where's Uncle Qi?"

Uncle Qi and them are dead card friends.

The old lady pursed her lips and said, "I told him not to come, and said that recently, with the back of my hand, I always lost playing mahjong."

Unexpectedly, the friendship of the elderly is so fragile, the boat will overturn as soon as it is overturned.

Yan Zhuo refused: "...Grandma Yang, you should find someone else, I-"

Grandma Yang interrupted him and said with reason: "Since you call me grandma, then you are the grandson. Be filial to the grandson. What's wrong with playing mahjong with grandma?"

Yan Zhuo: "..." Calling grandma is just a social courtesy.

Yan Zhuo was reluctantly pushed to the mahjong table and began to drive the ducks to the shelves to shuffle the cards.

After a few games, he lost horribly.

"I'm not playing anymore," Yan Zhuo said, pushing mahjong, "If I lose again, my forehead will be swollen."

That's right, whoever loses will be blown away. Despite the fact that the age of the remaining three people at this table is nearly 200, their hands are not small at all.

Yan Zhuo clapped his hands and was about to stand up when he suddenly heard a "bang" sound next door, and the sound of many heavy objects falling to the ground.

"It started again."

Aunt Xu, who was present, said that it seemed that she was not surprised.

Yan Zhuo was curious and asked, "What started?"

Some time ago, because he was busy preparing the opening report, he was absent for a while. So he has no idea what happened recently or who moved in next door.

People who have nothing to do most like to gossip, but Yan Zhuo happened to ask again, and then the three of them began to explain to Yan Zhuo word by word.

Their voices were noisy and their speech was incoherent, basically saying what they thought. However, Yan Zhuo still spied some useful information from it——

Two weeks ago, a man moved in next door. According to Grandma Yang, he looked like a talent. But unfortunately, the man was blind, or acquired blindness to be precise. Therefore, it may be blamed on others, or it may be unacceptable. He throws a tantrum every few days, doesn't make a lot of noise, just smashes things.

Yan Zhuo couldn't help but said, "The dean didn't let him lose money?"

"How can you," Aunt Xu said, "people smash their own things."

Yan Zhuo: "Okay..." That would be considered rich and self-willed.

Aunt Xu added: "It's also a poor person, a good young man, suddenly blinded, who can stand it."

"That's right!" Mrs. Jin took over the words and agreed, "He's been here for so many days, and no one in his family has come to see him, and he doesn't know what's going on. I'm not sure—"

She paused for a moment and continued, "Isn't it because of the car accident? Could the whole family be in the car?"

Next, they made another random guess, chatting non-stop.

Hearing that Yan Zhuo was a little upset, he unconsciously frowned.

Grandma Yang saw it and began to warn him: "You should stay away from 108 when you work in the future, and don't provoke others."

"..."

Yan Zhuo was speechless.

He asked, "Do I look like someone who takes the initiative to cause trouble?"