Saying that, she shook her head and walked down the steps. But after the first floor, she suddenly turned around and asked, "That—Yan Zhuo, are you studying art?"

Yan Zhuo gave a "hmm" and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," said Nurse Zhang, "I have two unused drawing boards in my place and I'll bring them to you later."

"Painting board?" Yan Zhuo said, "Where did you get it?"

"Alas!" Zhang Nursing said, "It's 108—" She suddenly whispered, "It belongs to the young man in 108. Every time he finished smashing things and I went to clean them up, he would ask me to throw them away together with the drawing board. However, the drawing boards are all new, it's a pity to throw them away, so I put them away secretly, and I'll bring them to you if you want."

Yan Zhuo frowned and asked in confusion, "Why did he throw the drawing board?"

"How do I know that?"

Something suddenly flashed in his head, and he asked, "Auntie Zhang, are there any pencils in the scraps you packed?"

"Yes!" Nurse Zhang said directly without thinking much, "There are a lot of them, all of them were broken."

As for this, Yan Zhuo understood. Understand why Song Yan asked him to help buy painting tools. It turned out to be for the next "atrocity".

Yan Zhuo asked Nurse Zhang, "Wouldn't you be angry if he did this?"

Nurse Zhang sighed and said earnestly: "What are you angry about, a young man suddenly suffered such a big setback, if I think in a different position, I may not be able to accept it, even more than him, besides, little Song He..." Nurse Zhang paused for two seconds, "Every time he waited for me to finish cleaning, he would give me two hundred yuan. Although I didn't want it, he said I deserved it."

Yan Zhuo was slightly startled, remembering the scene when Song Yan handed him the money just now.

He asked, "Aunt Zhang, does Mr. Song like to express his gratitude with money?"

Hugong Zhang was confused, as if she didn't understand Yan Zhuo's words. She said, "I don't quite know what you mean, but I know that everyone has their own way of expressing. I like Mr. Song's way of expressing it."

Yan Zhuo suddenly realized.

In this way, it is possible that Song Delay met him, and like Hugong Zhang, he also liked this way of expression. So it will give you money.

After Nursing Zhang left, the villain in Yan Zhuo's mind began to fight.

One said, "You should say sorry."

Another said: "You don't have to say sorry because you didn't mean it either, maybe he forgot in a few days."

Yan Zhuo was distressed, unable to make a choice for a long time. Finally, he mustered up the courage to slowly move to the door of 108 step by step, and knocked on the door resignedly.

"Mr. Song, can I go in?"

After about two or three seconds, a voice came from inside. Song Yan said, "Come in."

Yan Zhuo pushed open the door and walked in.

"Is something wrong?" Song Yan asked him. His face was not very good-looking.

Well, Yan Zhuo does psychological construction for himself: no matter who it is, if he is educated for no reason, he will be in a bad mood. .

He tried to ignore Song Yan's displeasure and said, "That... I just, just now—"

He said stumblingly, Song Yan frowned: "What?"

Yan Zhuo said embarrassedly, "Can you give me the toll for the trip just now?"

"Hey—" Yan Zhuo wanted to bite his tongue off on the spot, that's not what he wanted to express!

"No." Song Yan rejected his request directly.

Yan Zhuo asked, "Why not?"

Song Yan said: "Money is not sincere."

Return his words intact.

Yan Zhuo never thought that one day he would choke to death by what he said.

He discussed with Song Yan, "Can I take my words back?"

Song Yan: "No."

Yan Zhuo: "..."

"Then can you forgive my inappropriate words just now?"

"cannot."

Depend on.

Yan Zhuo couldn't hold back his face. Although Song Yan had such a personality, he still felt embarrassed, extremely embarrassed. If he knew this was the case, he would only want to apologize when his head was twitching.

Forget it, there is no way to go on talking about it. Yan Zhuo was about to leave, but before he could speak, Song Yan asked, "Are you finished?"

"Ah—" Yan Zhuo didn't react for a while, and said bluntly, "It's over."

Song Yan nodded, "Then you can go, remember to close the door."

Yan Zhuo: "..."

In just a few minutes, he was beaten several times.

Yan Zhuo swears that if he sticks to Song Yan's cold ass again, he will eat instant noodles with only seasoning packets for the rest of his life.

After leaving the door, Yan Zhuo still felt panicked. Since he was a child, he was eloquent and always had the upper hand in arguments with others. He never had the experience of being speechless. But now that he has met, in every conversation with Song Yan in the past two days, he was either scolded or disliked. It was a complete defeat. If it weren't for his always-on popularity, he might doubt himself.

As the saying goes, people, don't stand up casually, it's easy to be slapped in the face.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Yan Zhuo was hanging things in the hall.

Suddenly, a loud noise was heard, followed by the sound of smashing things from Song Yan's house.

Yan Zhuo was startled, jumped off the stool and ran to 108.

Unfortunately, the door was bolted from the inside, and he couldn't open it from the outside.

Yan Zhuo slammed the door loudly and the sound of smashing things in the house formed a duet.

Nursing worker Zhang ran over and stopped him and said, "Don't knock, let Mr. Song knock it. After he finishes knocking, he will stop when he feels comfortable."

Yan Zhuo laughed angrily, and he said, "Let's not say that the elderly living in the next room are easily frightened, and his uncontrollable anger is not good for his own body."

No one doesn't understand the truth, and Nursing Zhang understands it, but she has no way to stop Song Yan. She can only accept it silently.

...

The people inside the house were finally quiet, but the people outside had mixed feelings.