When Yan Zhuo sang the third verse, he caught a glimpse of Song Yan walking in from outside, and he was suffocated, almost holding back the lyrics.

But Song Yan was just passing by and left soon. In a trance, he didn't know if it was his illusion, he felt Song Yanlu smiled when he passed by, and the corner of his mouth curved slightly. Although, that was most likely a mockery.

After the two songs were sung, Yan Zhuo was afraid that he would be haunted by this group of people and come to the third song, so he hurriedly slipped away, and he didn't feel relieved until the corner of the stairs.

Yan Zhuo patted his frightened chest. People from the grandparents generation are too scary.

He stayed in place for a while, and then walked to the door of 108.

This will open the windows and doors, and the wind will blow the snow through the hall, blowing towards the face.

Yan Zhuo glanced in, Song Yan was not there.

He thought to himself: How strange, where can we go?

Yan Zhuo buried his head in someone else's house, some guilty conscience, looked around and didn't dare to look at anyone, and was ready to leave.

Unexpectedly, he turned his head and bumped into someone else.

"Ah—" Yan Zhuo covered his sore nose from the impact.

Song Yan was hit by someone at the door of his room. He felt strange, but he was not surprised when he heard Yan Zhuo's voice.

Song Yan asked, "What are you doing?"

Song Yan's tone was not good, and Yan Zhuo was stunned. Originally, he was guilty, but he stumbled even more and said, "I-I didn't do anything. I just passed by and saw that you didn't close the door. I was afraid that you might lose something, so I'm going to close the door for you."

Song Yan could only hear his slightly underwhelming voice, but couldn't see his flushed face, so he reluctantly believed it.

Yan Zhuo sighed softly in his heart, and sighed that he was lucky to escape.

He was about to leave when Song Yan stopped him again. Song Yan asked, "What was the name of the song you sang just now?"

Yan Zhuo gave an "ah" and replied, "Fleeing years."

Song Yan's expression was strange: "Faye Wong's?"

Yan Zhuo didn't understand the meaning of his expression, "Mmm".

Song Yan's expression became even more strange.

Yan Zhuo scratched his head, not knowing why, he didn't realize until he had walked a few steps, Song Yan's expression at that time should be described in four words - it's hard to describe...

The fact that Yan Zhuo sings out of tune is probably going to go a long way, because this is the "talent" that he brought out of his mother's womb. I really don't want to say that it is particularly ugly, at least Yan Zhuo can still listen to it. Therefore, Yan Zhuo was somewhat dissatisfied when he was so disliked at first. This unconvincing continued until he returned to the dormitory.

Yan Zhuo opened the listening and recognizing music software in his mobile phone——

It's time to be ashamed!

He cleared his throat vigorously and sang several lines in a row.

"The song playing was not recognized, please try again."

He sang a few more lines, and this time his voice grew louder.

"The song playing was not recognized, please try again."

Depend on.

"What rubbish software!" Yan Zhuo murmured and threw the phone on the bed.

...

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and a swarm of people appeared downstairs playing with the snow and building snowmen.

Yan Zhuo was not interested, he set an alarm to get ready to sleep. But before his head touched the bed, he was called again by a phone call.

Yan Zhuo glanced at the screen, and it was Liu Yan who called. He waited silently for a while before the phone hung up automatically.

Yan Zhuo suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

He couldn't sleep anymore, he lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling and began to be in a daze.

Liu Yan is his mother, but she doesn't kiss him. Liu Yan and Yan Zhuo's father divorced when Yan Zhuo was very young, and Yan Zhuo was sentenced to his father.

In fact, Yan Zhuo wanted to be with her mother, but her mother didn't want him, she just kept in touch with him.

When he was in the third grade of elementary school, Liu Yan had a new family and gave birth to another child. Since then, their contact has been reduced.

As a result, Liu Yan wanted to live a good new life, and did not want to be dragged forward by people and events in the past.

Second, Yan Zhuo's father often told him, don't bother your mother all the time, she has a new life.

Therefore, after so many years, he and Liu Ro seldom have contact, and the relationship is naturally not close.

Therefore, when Liu Yan suddenly called, Yan Zhuo didn't want to answer it because it was awkward.

It's really embarrassing that they are two people who are not very close or even involved in each other's lives, but they have to be tightly bound together because of the bond of blood relationship, and they greet each other politely from time to time.

Yan Zhuo stayed in bed like this for a long time, and when the noise from outside couldn't help but spread through the air into the silent room, he suddenly came back to his senses.

He put on a down jacket, changed into a pair of shoes that didn't get wet, and walked out the door slowly.

Yan Zhuo came to the back garden, away from the hustle and bustle of the front yard. He silently built a snowman.

After the snowman was built, he came face to face with the snowman.

"Hello." He greeted in his own voice.

After speaking, he squeezed his throat, stood over the snowman and said, "Hello~"

cough. Yan Zhuo continued to use his own voice to say, "It's cold outside with such a heavy snow."

He pretended to be a snowman and replied in a soft voice: "Of course it's not cold anymore, are you a fool, I'm made of snow!"

Yan Zhuo's double reeds sang vigorously, and suddenly there was a rustling sound. He was startled and turned back suddenly.

nobody.

Yan Zhuo calmed down, but fortunately no one heard the silly conversation he was talking to himself. He poked two holes in the snowman's face and said, "If you don't have eyeballs, you can make do with it."

After speaking, he suddenly remembered the dream he had that night, Song Yan turned into a snowman and wanted to dig his eyes...

Yan Zhuo unconsciously touched his eyes, picked up two small stones from the frozen lake and pressed them onto the snowman's face.

"Now, you have eyes," he said.

After doing all this, Yan Zhuo was ready to leave. Just two steps away, he moved to the snowman as if thinking of something. With his cold, red fingers, he poked out two words—Song Yan.