"Stinky boy, I kindly remind you." Grandma Yang said. The kind of person who has money and bad temper, whoever gets on it is unlucky.

"Then I thank you."

Yan Zhuo got up and walked out.

"Hey - where are you going? Mahjong isn't over yet!" someone shouted from behind.

Yan Zhuo waved his hand and replied, "Go to work."

As soon as he left, mahjong could not be played, and everyone started chatting.

Before Yan Zhuo went out, she could still hear Aunt Xu sigh: "I have to trouble Nurse Zhang again..."

you do not say.

When Yan Zhuo passed 108, the door was open, the door was in a mess, and nurse Zhang was cleaning the garbage.

She was very surprised to see Yan Zhuo and asked, "Is the university on vacation?"

Yan Zhuo hummed and said meaningfully, "It's hard work."

Nurse Zhang smiled and tilted his head helplessly inward.

Yan Zhuo followed her movements and looked into the house.

The wind blows away the clouds, the sun shines on the ground, and a man is standing by the window against the light, smoking a cigarette.

It was a tall but slightly thin back. Against the backdrop of the smoky smoke, it only gave birth to a sense of sadness and loneliness.

Yan Zhuo saw God for a moment.

...

After a while, a warning suddenly popped into my mind, it was Grandma Yang's vicissitudes of life voice——

Stay away from him and don't provoke him.

Yan Zhuo frowned and thought: Forget it, who cares, everyone in the world has their own misfortunes, and it's none of my business.

Thinking so, he couldn't help but look back before leaving.

It was around four o'clock in the afternoon when we met each other again. Because of the geographical location of H City, it was getting dark at that time.

After Yan Zhuo finished his work, he passed by the back garden when he was about to go back to the dormitory. At that time, the artificial lake had been frozen into an ice skating rink, and the bare trees were covered with smog. If someone splashed a handful of water on the ground, he would bet it would freeze into ice in less than a minute.

Therefore, in this extremely cold weather, people who are still outside admiring the scenery either have water in their brains or have holes in their heads.

This was Yan Zhuo's first thought when he saw that person.

Wearing a camel trench coat and jeans, the man sat quietly on the reclining chair, his eyes peering into the distant void.

Obviously nothing can be seen, but it seems to be looking at the scenery.

Yan Zhuo sucked in the cold red nose and couldn't help but think: Wouldn't it be cold to wear so little?

About five minutes passed, maybe longer.

The man got up. He reached out and took the blind stick leaning against the reclining chair and walked forward step by step. The black stick became the tentacles of a snail in his hand, and he slowly explored in all directions.

Yan Zhuo suddenly realized that he had been in this back garden for a long time, just because he saw a strange man! He's spying on someone!

This realization made him not in a good mood, he frowned and turned away.

But before he took two steps, he only heard a "dong" sound and pulled back the pace he was about to leave.

Oops!

Because of the weather, the snow had melted into ice, and when the man passed the stone steps with a cane, the soles of his feet slipped and he knelt on the ground.

Yan Zhuo ran over at the fastest speed.

Perhaps because of embarrassment, he remained in a fallen position with his head down and motionless.

Yan Zhuo asked, "Are you alright?" As he said that, he grabbed the opponent's arm, trying to pull him up.

But who knew that the man didn't appreciate it, brushed away his hand and said, "Go away."

Yan Zhuo was stunned for a moment, his head was dazed, he was just kind.

"Are...are you okay?" he asked again.

"It's okay," the man said. The voice was low and slightly hoarse, but it was surprisingly pleasant.

He began to fumble for the crutches that had gone somewhere because of the fall.

At this moment, Yan Zhuo saw his face clearly. It was indeed handsome and pleasing to the eye, but—that face, no matter how you looked at it, made him familiar.

Yan Zhuo asked uncertainly, "Song, Song Yan... Mr. Song?"

Song Yan turned his head in the direction he was in, with a puzzled expression on his face.

Yan Zhuo smiled and said, "I know you, I-"

He paused, "I'm a student at the nearby Academy of Fine Arts. I copied your paintings, and there are pictures of your profile in the album."

Song Yan: "Oh."

It didn't look touched at all.

"..."

Yan Zhuo gritted his teeth, feeling that the person in front of him was colder than the minus ten degrees. One can freeze people into ice balls.

Anyway, the other party couldn't see, so Yan Zhuo didn't maintain a smile at all, but said in a good voice, "It's cold on the ground, let me help you up."

Song Yan: "No, you can go, I can do it myself."

I was rejected twice for no reason, even the most enthusiastic person can't stand it. Yan Zhuo nodded, realizing that the person in front of him could not see. He said, "Well, be careful, the ground is full of ice and it's very slippery."

After speaking, he stepped aside.

Song Yan said that he could, and that was true. Although he moved very slowly, he stood up steadily.

Yan Zhuoping breathed a sigh of relief, and he didn't know why.

Song Yan walked in front, Yan Zhuo followed behind.

He recklessly looked at Song Yan's back.

Visually measuring about 185, tall, especially the legs, which are very long. Under the wrapping of jeans, it can make people feel the outline of thin legs.

Yan Zhuo thought: It seems that he is not wearing long pants.

The back garden is not far from the inpatient department, and it takes a few minutes to arrive.

After seeing Song Yan entering the hall, he turned around and walked towards the staff dormitory.

After Yan Zhuo returned to the dormitory, he took a stack of picture albums from the cabinet and slowly turned them over.

He searched for a long time, and finally——

"I found it," he said excitedly.

Yan Zhuo opened the first page, the photo on the profile and the face of the man in the back garden just now gradually overlapped in his mind.

It's Song Yan, that's right.