Song Yan is quite famous in the art circle.

He is good at sketching, especially portraits, and his paintings are particularly expressive. When Yan Zhuo was in high school, he often copied his paintings. Their teacher once said that when you copy the master's paintings and reach 60% of your skills, the exam is almost the same.

Yan Zhuo suddenly remembered Song Yan's silent back in the smoke, and couldn't help sighing. For a painter, this unexpected "accident" is the most cruel.

What a pity.

That night, Yan Zhuo had a terrifying dream.

In the dream, he dragged his tired body into a shabby room in a violent snowstorm. The room was pitch-dark and there was no broken stool. Yan Zhuo sat on the ground angrily, but his butt was still warm... Suddenly a "tick tick" sound came from a corner behind him, he turned his head and saw a snowman covered in gauze with Song Yan's nose and mouth melt.

After a few seconds-

Song Xueren opened his mouth and asked, "Did you see my eyeballs?"

Yan Zhuo swallowed, "No, no."

"Really?" Song Yan said, opening and closing his mouth, and his cold voice made people fall into an ice cellar, "I'm so sad, can you give me your eyeballs..."

This dream is so scary.

It was so scary that the first thing Yan Zhuo did when he woke up was to feel whether his eyeballs were still hanging in his eye sockets.

Chapter 2 "Are you a pervert?"

The canteen of Ningkang Nursing Home generally provides breakfast at 6:30 in the morning and closes at 9:00. Around eight o'clock is the peak meal time.

And Yan Zhuo rushed to the cafeteria early because he coveted the fennel buns steamed by the second window chef.

After Yan Zhuo bought breakfast, he was about to sit down at a random corner when he accidentally caught a glimpse of Song Yan who was eating at a certain seat.

This is really strange.

It stands to reason that Song Yan has limited mobility. His breakfast should be delivered to the room by the nurse and eaten in the room. Instead of going through untold hardships and going through two buildings to the cafeteria and grabbing meals from others.

Yan Zhuo murmured in his heart, and sat opposite Song Yan with the two or two buns on the dinner plate.

Although Song Yan can't see with his eyes, his hearing is very good. What's more, Yan Zhuo's movement was not small, and when he put the plate, he made a "dang bang" sound. He turned his head following the sound, and a rare expression appeared on his face-displeased to be disturbed.

Yan Zhuo was a little embarrassed. Although he said that this was a public place and he was free to sit anywhere, he somehow felt abruptly infringing on someone else's territory.

He thought for a while and prepared to say hello to Song Yan.

But who knew that Song Yan only frowned briefly, and then turned around again, with the words "indifferent" on a cold face.

With his attitude, Yan Zhuo couldn't speak. He began to eat silently, fearing that the loud noise would disturb Song Yan, so it was extremely difficult to eat.

It can be seen that eating at the same table is really a wrong decision.

Yan Zhuo thought to himself: don't know who tortured whom.

Yan Zhuo didn't dare to make a sound, so naturally he ate slowly. He peeked at Song Yan while eating while puffing out his cheeks.

Yan Zhuo has always been comfortable eating since he was a child. But Song Yan was different. He ate gracefully and casually. He took a bite of an omelette and drank a mouthful of porridge, and then repeated the above steps, like an obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Yan Zhuo looked so carefully that the steamed bun in his mouth forgot to swallow, and then took another sip... So he choked sadly.

Yan Zhuo patted his chest and took a few mouthfuls of soy milk.

Breathe easily.

He felt himself alive. But the world is not so beautiful. As soon as he came back, someone wanted him to die again——

Song Yan suddenly said, and he asked, "Does it look good?"

"Cough—" Yan Zhuo almost spit out, he coughed suddenly, blood on his neck and ears, embarrassment after being discovered by others.

Yan Zhuo thought to himself: Can't he see? ? How was this discovered! !

Song Yan seemed to have the ability to read minds and could read his inner doubts, so he said lightly, "I feel."

He cherishes words like gold, short and shrewd, making Yan Zhuo feel a little speechless.

Yan Zhuo's attitude was very good: "I'm sorry, I don't mean anything else. I didn't mean to offend you."

After he apologized, Song Yan didn't answer, but he didn't mean to blame. Just stop eating.

Song Yan got up and threw the leftovers into the trash can next to him, and walked out with a cane.

Does this treat him as a plague god and keep him away? !

Yan Zhuo could see that Song Yan was walking insecure, but he walked fast.

Seeing that Song Yan was about to walk out of the cafeteria, Yan Zhuo began to fidgeting. He quickly packed the dinner plate and ran to catch up with Song Yan.

He ran in a hurry, his chest rose and fell slightly due to the movement, and his breathing was particularly panting. The blowing wind picked up his hair, and a burst of sandalwood oozes out.

Yan Zhuo followed Song Yan and wanted to say something, but he was afraid that it would be annoying, so he hesitated for a long time without speaking.

This is the first time he has lived for more than 20 years and found himself a coward.

Yan Zhuo sighed lightly.

Song Yan turned around and asked, "Why are you following me?"

Captured for peeping, and captured for tracking, Song Yan frowned and asked, "Are you a pervert?"

"?!"

Yan Zhuo pursed his lips into a straight line, and after a few seconds, he answered confidently, "I'll drop by!"

After speaking, Yan Zhuo was about to walk forward over Song Yan. As soon as he lifted his leg, Song Yan asked again, "You are—"

"It's not that I'm not!"

"—The student from the Academy of Fine Arts yesterday?"

They spoke at the same time, and the scene was awkward for a while.

Yan Zhuo retracted the foot he had just stretched out. He said, "Yes... I am."

Song Yan: "..."

Yan Zhuo asked, "How did you know?"

Song Yan said, "Listen to the voice."

"Oh..." Yan Zhuo said, and he asked Song Yan, "What's the matter?"