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Yan Zhuo thought it was funny, he turned on his phone and took an intimate photo with "Song Yan". After taking the photo, he gently patted Song Xueren's head: "I hope one day, you can see this beautiful world."
In the evening, at dinner time, few people go to the cafeteria to eat. Because of the cold, everyone was too lazy to go out and move. So all of a sudden, the workload increased a lot, and Yan Zhuo had to help the nurses deliver dinner together.
When it was dispatched to 108, Yan Zhuo knocked on the door several times before hearing a response.
Song Yan opened the door a crack, because he was woken up in his sleep, and his whole body was full of vigor, so he was about to stick the big word "displeased" on his forehead.
There was a dull hair standing on his head, adding a bit of youthful air. This is strange, because this temperament does not match his stinky face.
Yan Zhuo was stunned for two seconds and explained, "I'll deliver the food."
Song Yan nodded, stretched out his hand and said, "Give it to me."
Yan Zhuo looked down at the steaming pasta on the cart, and said with a headache, "This... I'm afraid you need my help."
Song Yan narrowed his eyes, frowned and asked, "Why?"
"Dinner is knife-cut noodles, and it's very hot. I guess youβ" Yan Zhuo considered the language, "it will be hot when you hold it."
It's really hard for him.
Song Yan sneered and let him enter.
Yan Zhuo sighed secretly, saying that accompanying the emperor is like accompanying a tiger, and talking to Song Yan is more tiring than the eunuch serving the emperor in ancient times. For fear of saying the wrong word and touching the opponent's scale.
Yan Zhuo put the cut noodles on the table and settled down before pushing the dining cart away. When leaving, Song Yan suddenly asked him, "What's your name?"
"..." Fortunately, Yan Zhuo had known him for a long time, but Song Yan didn't even know his name.
"My name is Yan Zhuo," he said. "Yan of color, Zhuo of pondering."
Song Yan asked, "Are you a part-time nurse here?"
Song Yan was half a head taller than Yan Zhuo, and Yan Zhuo had to look up at him. Even though he knew he couldn't see, Yan Zhuo still looked into the other person's eyes and replied, "No, I'm a volunteer."
Song Yan raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect this level. After a long time, he said, "Thank you for your face."
This was the first time he thanked him, Yan Zhuo smiled and said, "You're welcome, just put the rice bowl on the table after eating, and I'll collect it in an hour."
An hour soon came. Yan Zhuo began to collect bowls from house to house.
When he received Song Yan's house, he was on the phone with someone else. Hearing Yan Zhuo knock on the door, he said, please come in.
Song Yan's tone was not very good when she called, and her brows were furrowed. The whole person looks cool under the cool light.
Yan Zhuo looked at his nose and heart and walked to the table, silently put away the bowl, and then slipped away. Thinking about it with his toes, he knew that there was definitely no good thing on the other end of the phone, otherwise Song Yan's face wouldn't be so stinky.
Chapter 6 Snow
In the evening, after taking a bath and lying in bed, Yan Zhuo thought about it and still called his mother, and the two simply exchanged a few words and hung up. When Yan Zhuo was about to go to sleep, his phone buzzed again. He opened WeChat and it was sent by his thesis advisor.
Yan Zhuo is already in his senior year, and he will graduate in half a year. The dissertation teacher marked several points that needed to be changed on his opening report, and asked him to send a copy after finishing it.
By the time Yan Zhuo finished revising his thesis, it was already past zero. He stretched and looked into the distance to relieve eye fatigue. The snow outside the window was still falling.
He walked to the window and opened the window, and the snow fell on his face in an instant, and the cold wind was biting.
The cigarette case was sitting in the drawer, he opened it, took a cigarette, and lit it quietly. He doesn't smoke very often, and he may not move one a week. But he has to be prepared. For example, in the weather like this night, it is very suitable for a cigarette to add to the fun. The chimpanzee was burning at his fingertips, and Yan Zhuo looked at the silent figure downstairs.
Yan Zhuo was a little curious, was it because of that phone call? So much so that he couldn't sleep in the snow looking for abuse in the middle of the night. He was probably too fascinated by it, and he didn't notice it until the ashes were all gone.
Yan Zhuo thought that since Song Yan appeared, he always seemed to be a peeping bystander.
He lit another cigarette and looked down through the haze that the smoke had deliberately created.
Song Yan was sitting on the reclining chair. Under the warm yellow light, he was like a painting of loneliness - a lonely and lonely voice.
Good-looking is good-looking, but if he stays like this, he may freeze to death.
Yan Zhuo snuffed out the cigarette butt, lowered his voice and shouted downstairs, "Song Yanβ!"
He was worried that it would disturb the people in the middle of the night, and the sound was not loud. But Song Yan didn't expect Song Yan to hear it.
Song Yan turned his head around, as if looking for the source of the sound.
Yan Zhuo continued to whisper softly: "Mr. Song, I'm Yan Zhuo. Mr. Song, hurry up and go to bed, it's so cold, you'll get sick."
Song Yan set his gaze in his direction, and after a few seconds, he nodded at whom he was illusory, and he didn't know who he was.
Song Yan slowly got up and walked slowly step by step.
Yan Zhuo squinted and looked at it for a few seconds, only to realize that he did not have a blind cane.
Yan Zhuo didn't see it when he came, so Yan Zhuo was surprised.
"Mr. Song," Yan Zhuo said, stopping his steps, "wait for me."
He quickly put on a down jacket, stepped on a cotton mop, and ran downstairs.
Yan Zhuo ran to Song Yan out of breath and said, "I'll see you off, it's hard to walk on a slippery road in cold weather."
Under the street lights, snowflakes fluttered in the sky. Pieces were sprinkled on Song Yan's head and shoulders.
I don't know how long he stayed in the back garden, but there was a cold air around his eyes and brows.
Yan Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, forming a fog under the dim yellow light.
for his sudden arrival. Song Yan hasn't reacted yet. After a long time, he said lightly: "You are very helpful."
It's an affirmative tone.
Yan Zhuo automatically took this sentence as a compliment, and he was embarrassed to cough lightly.
As if he had expected his reaction, Song Yan smiled and said lukewarmly, "You think I'm complimenting you?"
Yan Zhuo was taken aback and asked him, "...Isn't it?"