After Yan Zhuo set it on fire, the two of them stood in a row beside the trash can, breathing clouds and mist.

Song Qiao was so hard on smoking that his first breath was so strong that he couldn't help coughing.

Song Qiao asked, "No?"

Yan Zhuo waved his hand and waited for his breath to stabilize before saying, "I haven't tried so hard, I'm not quite used to it."

Song Qiao raised his head with a smile, his eyes suddenly recalled through the gray sky: "I remember when Song Yan was a sophomore in high school, when he started smoking this kind of cigarette, he had never smoked before but got used to it. soon."

Yan Zhuo's smoking hand paused: "But now he smokes very lightly."

The last time he tasted one by chance, it was a fine cigarette.

"People are always changing," Song Qiao said. "Later, after he had a girlfriend in college, he changed his taste. If he said that the smell of cigarettes was too strong, he would rush to other girls."

girlfriend? ! Yan Zhuo was surprised. He never thought that the seemingly indifferent Song Yan had a girlfriend. But why has he never met? It stands to reason that all boyfriends are like this. Even if they don't want to take care of them, as a girlfriend, they should come and visit. unless……

A terrible thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

Yan Zhuo asked cautiously, "I heard that Song Yan was blinded because of a car accident. Then... was his girlfriend also in the car at the time?"

Song Qiao shook his head sharply: "No, not here."

Oh, all right. Yan Zhuo thought: If it is really such a tragic situation, it will hit Song Yan too hard.

Just as he was relieved, he heard Song Qiao say again: "It was another person who was in the car with him at that time."

Yan Zhuo's heart lifted again.

"It's his best friend," Song Qiao said, taking a sharp puff of his cigarette, "the man was gone on the spot."

There are so many things in life, and death is one of them. Among the death options, the most unacceptable is the sudden event.

Because it's too late to say goodbye and we'll be forever separated in two worlds.

He put out the cigarette and asked, "Is Song Yan so bad-tempered because of this accident?"

He asked so straightforwardly that Song Qiao was stunned for a moment.

Song Qiao glanced at him and said, "This is the first time I've heard someone say that Song Yan has a bad temper."

Is this not true? Yan Zhuo took a breath, not feeling ashamed by speaking ill of people behind his back.

Song Qiao said: "Actually, it's not a day or two that he has a bad temper. He has been like that since he was a child. He never does things he doesn't like. When he sees people he hates, he turns his head and leaves, and he gets angry on the spot when he has conflicts with people. Sometimes I can't stand his donkey temper." He took a breath and said earnestly: "So, his temper didn't get worse because of this accident, he got worse because of this accident."

Yan Zhuo smiled, this answer was unexpected, but reasonable.

It seems that Song Yan was born this way.

Yan Zhuo said, "You gave me a business card some time ago, do you remember?"

"Remember." Song Qiao said, "I waited left and right but didn't get your call. I thought to myself that this young man is in good health, and it's okay to be hit like that."

With that said, what happened to him? What kind of illusion makes you think young people are so vulnerable now...

Yan Zhuo continued: "I think you are the director of the orphanage, so is Song Yan-"

Song Qiao understood what he didn't say, and there was nothing he couldn't say anyway. He nodded: "You guessed it right, Song Yan is an orphan."

It really is. Yan Zhuo threw the cigarette into the trash can, then put his hand in his pocket: "What about Ya Ya and Xiaoying?"

"Xiaoying is, Yaya is not," Song Qiao also said, throwing a cigarette, "Yaya is my daughter."

He sighed: "Many children in the orphanage have been adopted, only Xiaoying... Because of his arm defect, no one has ever wanted him."

Yan Zhuo was silent, not knowing how to comfort the middle-aged man in front of him.

Seeing his low eyebrows pleasing to the eye, Song Qiao laughed again and said, "No, it's not that cruel, everyone has their own lives. Thinking about it carefully, those adopters are all right, right? What's really wrong is throwing the child away. What's the point of having lost parents and not raising them when they are born?"

"I have seen countless children thrown away by their parents like garbage. They are healthy and unhealthy, boys and girls, and you can't even find a pattern among them, so it can only be said that it comes down to fate. Good. The more you see it, the more you get used to it."

Yan Zhuo felt uncomfortable hearing it, but he still wanted to hear it. He breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What about Song Yan? How did you find him."

Pick up, he used the word pick up, he thought Song Yan was picked up by Song Qiao. But Song Qiao told him no. Song Qiao said: "He found the orphanage by himself. He was 2 or 3 years old at the time. I thought he was lost with his family at first, but after inquiring, I found out that it was not. He was thrown away by his family."

Song Qiao's eyes gradually narrowed, suddenly remembering that the first time he saw Song Yan was in such a cold winter. He doesn't speak, just keeps crying, sleeps for a while when he's tired from crying, and continues crying when he wakes up...

Song Qiao thought he was a child with low IQ at first, but later learned that it was the first time he faced this cruel world and automatically derived a defense mechanism.

Unfamiliar environment, strangers, and the bewildered little Song Yan finally came to his senses in the endless waiting. He cried and shouted, and finally stumbled and said that his mother threw him away.

With the passage of time, Song Qiao returned to his senses and pulled away from the past. He murmured, "It's really a sin to be raised so big to be able to throw it away ruthlessly."

After Song Qiao left, Yan Zhuo was still in a trance. The sky would be gloo. It was morning, but it was as dark as evening. wonder if it was going to snow again. He stood in the front yard, not far from 108, and he could look straight in through the window glass.

Song Qiao has returned to the house, and Song Yan is talking to him. Ya Ya and Xiao Ying sat quietly beside them.

No matter who they are, they are a close family. Family members are not identified by blood, they are companionship and care.