Song Yan was lukewarm: "A lot of money."

Yan Zhuo: "...Does your family live in a death star?"

Song Yan frowned, not understanding what he was saying.

"Forget it, it's alright," Yan Zhuo said, "I want to clean up the debris, will you go back by yourself?"

Song Yan asked back: "Otherwise?"

"Otherwise..." Yan Zhuo joked, "Otherwise I'll send it to you."

Song Yan took it seriously, and immediately said, "No need."

Don't need it. Yan Zhuo thought, why is he hiding so quickly, is he a high-risk virus? ! As soon as it gets on it, it will be contagious, and Song Yan always avoids him.

So he said angrily: "Then you can go back by yourself, be careful on the road."

For those who cannot see, walking is very insecure. Because you have no idea what's ahead.

Song Yan kicked and determined the location of the fragments. Only then did he get up and walk to the other side, holding the blind stick and walking slowly forward. When he reached the door, he suddenly turned his head and said, "The money in the vase will be directly charged to the account, and it will be deducted together when paying the bill."

Yan Zhuo was carefully picking up the pieces, and when he heard what he said, he replied indifferently, "I see, young master."

After Song Yan left, the leader was long in coming. The leader's surname is Gao and his name is Gao Hongming.

Gao Hongming asked, "Where are the people?"

Yan Zhuo: "Let's go."

"solved?"

"Ok."

Gao Hongming was a little regretful that he didn't catch up with the live broadcast. He glanced at the room, stared at the broken vase and said, "Huh! The battle is so fierce?"

Could you be more cheerful. Yan Zhuo was speechless for a moment, then explained, "This vase was not broken in a fight."

"Break it yourself?"

"Artificial..."

"What?"

never mind. Yan Zhuo was too lazy to explain, he said, "The money from this vase—"

"It's alright," Gao Hongming said generously, "Taobao wholesales for ten yuan, you don't have to ask them to pay."

"Huh? By the way..." He said again, "I met Mr. Song when I just went upstairs. He wasn't affected by violence, right?"

"...Not affected."

Yan Zhuo was embarrassed to tell him that Mr. Song in your mouth was violence itself.

The tall leader nodded and said, "That's good, this is our big customer."

Yan Zhuo was curious: "Ah? Why?"

Gao Hongming didn't mind that he had a lot of questions, and said, "Because the room he lives in is the most expensive. Also, the contact column is empty, so I guess he will live in a nursing home because he has no one to take care of him, and his He must live here until his eyes are cured, and his eyes—" He Nunuzui, "the corneas are hard to wait."

Yan Zhuo asked, "So, does his eyes still have a chance to heal?"

"Yes..." Gao Hongming rubbed his chin, "If you are lucky."

Yan Zhuo lowered his eyes and suddenly thought of seeing Song Yanchang standing alone against the light for the first time.

Mingming used to be very dazzling, but unexpectedly, and then faced with tormented waiting day after day, year after year.

And luck is the most uncertain thing.

He suddenly couldn't bear to think any more...

Chapter 5 My Name Is Yan Zhuo

On Sunday, there was a heavy snowfall in H City.

As soon as Yan Zhuo got up and opened the curtains, he saw a layer of frost on the glass, and the outside was white.

He hugged himself instinctively, it must be cold outside.

Yan Zhuo packed up casually and went to the cafeteria. Because of the heavy snow, the road was not easy to walk, so few people went to the cafeteria to eat. Despite this, he still saw Song Yan on a certain table, who came every day.

Yan Zhuo sat down after buying the meal and said hello, "Good morning, Mr. Song."

Hearing his voice, Song Yan paused and said, "Hello."

After saying hello, the two began to eat in silence.

Song Yan eats slowly and likes to chew slowly, as if he is not eating ordinary food, but is participating in something

delicacy

Tasting session.

So every time he came first but every time Yan Zhuo finished eating first.

After eating, Yan Zhuo put away the plate and said, "Mr. Song, eat slowly, I'll go first."

Song Yan nodded, Yan Zhuo glanced at the rest of the food on his plate, raised his eyebrows, and left. didn't expect to be such an adult, yet still such a picky eater.

The temperature outside was low, and Yan Zhuo walked very fast along the way. When he got to the hall, he was surprised by the scene in front of him.

I saw a group of uncles and aunts sitting in a circle, with young nurses dancing in the middle.

...

Yan Zhuo watched with everyone for two or three minutes, and felt that it was not interesting, so he prepared to sneak away quietly. At this moment, Grandma Yang saw him and called out, "Xiaoyan is here, hurry up, come and show everyone a show."

Yan Zhuo: "..."

So, knowing this, why did he stop to watch the show.

Yan Zhuo reluctantly said, "My limbs are out of tune when I dance, and I will be out of tune when I sing, so don't do it."

Aunt Xu said, "Oh, it doesn't matter, we won't despise you."

Yan Zhuo wanted to say something, but was interrupted: "Young young man, don't be awkward, come one!"

As soon as the voice fell, many people roared: "Come on one! Come on one-!!"

Yan Zhuo supported his forehead, "Then I'll just sing a song, don't make fun of me."

"Don't laugh, don't laugh!"

He coughed, cleared his throat, and began to sing, "Get up—!"

Everyone thought that he was going to mobilize the atmosphere and stood up one after another.

Yan Zhuo paused and continued to sing: "—people who don't want to be slaves, build our new Great Wall..."

...

Song Yan slid back to the hall after dinner, because he walked very carefully because of the snow. As soon as he reached the door of the hall, before entering, he heard a burst of applause from inside. He paused for a while before stepping in again.

After Yan Zhuo sang a song, he was forced to sing another song. This time he sang a popular love song, which was especially sensational.