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There were a lot of people watching the show. They walked all the way out, and after passing a lot of people, they found a place where they could talk a little bit.
Yan Zhuo leaned against the railing and asked her casually, "Why did you choose pantomime?"
Xu Yue blinked: "Because it's novel." She complained, "I found this group of mime actors after searching a lot of places."
Yan Zhuo raised his eyebrows: "Since it's so hard to find, why do you still have to make this plan?"
Xu Yue: "Because it's novel, I just said it."
Yan Zhuo stopped going around in circles: "But did you take Song Yan into consideration when planning this show? You let him, a blind man, enjoy pantomime?"
Xu Yue: "Sorry, I forgot."
"..." Yan Zhuo frowned and asked directly, "You did it on purpose?"
"No," Xu Yue said innocently, "I really forgot, and I can't give up this good show because of him alone."
Her eyes were calm, like a puddle of water, without the slightest hint of guilt.
Yan Zhuo also didn't want to speculate on people's bad, and this task was originally his, and Xu Yue just took it over by accident, he paused and said: "I just think that since this is a group activity , even if it is only Song Yan who is in a special situation, it must be within the scope of care."
Xu Yue nodded and said, "I understand, this time I was ill-considered."
When she said this, Yan Zhuo was instantly embarrassed and said, "I don't blame you, it's justβ"
Before the words were finished, suddenly darkness struck, and his eyes seemed to be covered with gauze, and he couldn't see anything for a moment.
"Is there a power outage?" Xu Yue asked.
"Maybe it tripped." Yan Zhuo said, "Go back, I'll check the main gate."
After that, he turned on the flashlight on his phone and ran out. When he ran out of the auditorium, he glanced at the inpatient department, where the lights were also dimmed, and the main gate happened to be there.
Because of the power outage, the entire sanatorium looked like a wasteland, and with the silent night, it looked weird.
Countless ghost stories popped up in Yan Zhuo's mind, and he couldn't help but wonder, this could not be some unjust ghost looking for him.
As soon as Yan Zhuo entered the hall, he smelled a pungent burnt smell, and then the lights came on again.
Yan Zhuo covered his nose and found the main gate wall. What he didn't expect was that Song Yan was standing beside the main gate, leaning slightly against the wall, not knowing what he was doing.
Yan Zhuo was slightly surprised and asked, "Why are you here?"
Song Yan heard his voice, turned her head in his direction, and asked, "Why are you here?"
Yan Zhuo said, "The whole hospital just went out of power. I'll come and see the main gate."
Song Yan: "Oh."
"..." Yan Zhuo asked him, "How about you?"
"Me?" Song Yan said, "I'm also here to pull the brakes."
"you?"
Yan Zhuo let out a surprised sound. He was embarrassed to say, how would you know the power outage if you couldn't see it, and how would you know where the main gate was.
Song Yan didn't know the twists and turns in his head, but said calmly, "I closed the gate."
Yan Zhuo was startled and couldn't believe it: "You closed the gate? Why?"
Song Yan was never a naive person, nor was he someone who would cause damage, so Yan Zhuo was very surprised by his behavior.
Song Yan didn't answer his question, but asked him: Didn't you smell something strange when you came in? "
Speaking of this Yan Zhuo frowned: "Did something burn?"
Song Yan said, "Christmas tree."
"...Ah? How did it burn?"
"I don't know." Song Yan said calmly, "The Christmas tree has been thrown out. If you want to know the reason, you can ask the person on duty."
...
Is he free? Also make a special trip to ask.
Yan Zhuo glared at him, saw that he was still standing there, and said, "It's not all settled, why are you still standing here..."
Song Yan lowered his eyes: "It's nothing, you go first."
His tone was cold, as if there was a hint of impatience.
Why did this person turn his face when he said that he turned his face? It wasn't all right just now. Yan Zhuo glanced at him displeasedly and said, "Understood, I'll leave now."
Song Yan didn't speak, but suddenly frowned.
At this time, Yan Zhuo discovered something strange. Song Yan has been leaning against the wall since just now, with one leg slightly bent.
He walked into each other and asked cautiously, "Are you lame?"
"..." Song Yan was speechless, opened and closed his mouth, and finally said angrily, "I have a sprained foot."
After saying this, he turned his head to face the wall, as if slightly embarrassed. But Yan Zhuo knew that it was probably a signal that he didn't want to talk to anyone anymore.
Even though Song Yan was indifferent and poisonous, Yan Zhuo decided to be a good man, and he said, "Then shall I help you back?"
He used a question mark because he wasn't sure if Song Yan wanted him to help him.
Song Yan seemed to think seriously for a few seconds before slowly replying, "I'll trouble you then."
Yan Zhuo: "..."
Song Yan said trouble, but his expression was not embarrassed at all.
Yan Zhuo helped Song Yan and put his arm around his neck. He glanced down at Song Yan's feet and asked, "Which one is swollen?"
Song Yan: "Can't you see?"
"Oh..." Yan Zhuo glanced at his left foot, which had not moved, and said, "Got it."
Yan Zhuo took Song Yan two steps and asked, "How is it? Can you walk?"
"Okay," Song Yan said, "just walk slowly."
So the two big men walked slowly at the speed of turtles. That speed is too slow, and it is estimated that the old ladies in the seventies and eighties will despise them when they see them.
Yan Zhuo never felt that the corridor of the inpatient department was so long. He asked Song Yan, "I'm a little tired from walking, how about you?"
Song Yan was speechless and said sarcastically, "Are you weak physically or mentally?"
Listen, is this human?