Song Yan usually hates being touched by others, and he is extremely irritable. With a wave of his hand, he slaps Yan Zhuo with a slap in the face.

Yan Zhuo suddenly covered her nose, sour. It was so sour that he almost cried. He gritted his teeth and said, "I'm sorry—I didn't know that mp3 was so important to you, and I didn't know that you didn't like cheesecake...I don't like puppies, it's all my fault, don't be angry."

He didn't know he would be so annoying, he always thought they were friends.

Probably because Song Yan has been so good-tempered recently, he is also kind to him. So he forgot about it for a while.

He forgot what Song Yan looked like at the beginning, indifferent and arrogant, and didn't want to pay attention to him at all.

It's his fault, it's his fault.

Song Yan didn't mean to hit Yan Zhuo, but he did. He was tired and said, "You go, let me meet in peace."

Song Yan didn't say "go away" directly. Yan Zhuo thought it was saving face for him. He always felt that Song Yan would say something like "Don't let me see you in the future".

The atmosphere suddenly quieted down, and they didn't say a word to each other.

Malatang will not make trouble now, as if knowing that he has done something wrong, the dog's head is lowered and his head is drooping.

Yan Zhuo held it and walked towards the door with a frowning face. Halfway through, he ran back again, snatched the mp3 from Song Yan's hand, and said, "Don't worry, I will pay the dog's debt, and I will definitely do it. Get it fixed."

Yan Zhuo walked out of the house with the dog, and when he reached the corner, Yan Zhuo remembered to comfort it and said, "It's alright, don't be afraid."

Mala Tang gave a slight "wang", and it was completely gone.

Yan Zhuo looked at its weak, pitiful and helpless appearance, and said helplessly, "It's a great blessing to meet me."

Chapter 17 "Isn't it just a kiss?"

In the afternoon, Yan Zhuo took the mp3 to a nearby electronic city for repair.

The boss looked at it and said, "How old is this thing? It looks like it has been around ten years."

Yan Zhuo wasn't sure, so he could only nod his head "Mmmm", he asked, "Can it still be repaired?"

"It can be repaired," the boss said, "but it's not very cost-effective. I can buy a new one with that kind of money."

Yan Zhuo said, "I know. But what's inside is very important, so... I hope you can help fix it."

The boss doesn't know how valuable such a gadget can be, but he still nodded after seeing Yan Zhuo's serious face: "Okay."

After waiting for about half an hour, the boss handed him the repaired mp3: "Open it and listen."

Yan Zhuo opened the mp3, randomly found a garbled file and clicked into it, the beginning was noisy and the sound was chaotic.

Yan Zhuo frowned, thinking that the boss didn't fix it properly. Just as he was about to take off his earphones, the earphones suddenly became quiet, and then a soft female voice sounded through the past years: "Yanyan, happy birthday."

Yan Zhuo was stunned, pressed the pause button, and stopped listening. He always thought that Song Yan was listening to songs, but he didn't expect that there was something special in this mp3.

The relationship between the owner of the voice and Song Yan is still unknown, Yan Zhuo glanced at the recording time - thirteen years ago, when Song Yan was only fifteen or sixteen years old. To keep him for so many years, the owner of the voice must be someone very important to him.

Yan Zhuo suddenly understood.

If understand why Song Yan is so angry, someone who cherishes something so precious will be extremely indignant.

The boss called him and asked him, "How is it? Okay."

Yan Zhuo nodded and said, "Okay, thank you."

After leaving the electronic city, it was already dark. It is not easy to take a taxi, and there is no direct bus. Fortunately, it is not far, and you can go back on foot.

Yan Zhuo stomped his feet in place and let out a breath of fog. Several food stalls were set up on the street, adding a bit of warmth to the cold night.

He walked unhurriedly on the road, and his shadow was drawn long under the street lamp.

He was holding the mp3 in his left hand, thinking about what Song Yan would be like when he was fifteen or sixteen years old. Song Qiao said that he had a stubborn temper since he was a child, and he didn't do anything he didn't want to do.

Yan Zhuo immediately drew a picture of a rebellious teenager in his mind.

He may be indifferent and arrogant, but his heart is soft, otherwise he would not have kept a recording file for more than ten years.

Yan Zhuo suddenly felt something, cleared his throat, and pressed the record button.

Because of family reasons, he was withdrawn and did not like to talk since he was a child, and he had few friends. After I went to college, I became more cheerful, and I was so busy that I seemed to be able to call myself a brother to anyone, but I didn't have any close friends.

But he really regarded Song Yan as a friend. It felt amazing, he couldn't even explain why, just like the moment he snatched the mp3 from Song Yan, he thought, he must handle this matter well.

Not only the mp3 needs to be repaired, Song Yan also needs to be coaxed.

When Yan Yan arrived at 108 o'clock, the door was wide open, and nurse Zhang was cleaning the room. Except for her, no one else was seen.

Yan Zhuo asked, "Where's Mr. Song?"

Nurse Zhang shook his head and said, "I don't know, I didn't see you just now, why don't you go look for it."

forget it. Yan Zhuogang was so excited that he disappeared without a trace in an instant. The so-called one bang, two and three and exhausted. When he mustered up his courage, no one was there, and the language that had just been organized was shattered to pieces in an instant.

He waved his hand, not too happy to say goodbye to Hugong Zhang.

It was probably fate playing tricks on people. Yan Zhuo originally wanted to wait until tomorrow to come back to Song Yan. By the way, he thought about the wording of his apology at night, but as soon as he walked into the hall, he met Song Yan who was approaching.

Song Yan straightened his hair and cut the front curtain and temples short. He was already good-looking, but now he showed clear eyebrows, which made him more energetic and good-looking.

The two nurses at the front desk were also stunned, staring at Song Yan without blinking, and then the two of them began to whisper something.

Seeing that Song Yan was getting closer and closer to him and was about to pass him, Yan Zhuo called out in time, "Mr. Song."

Song Yan paused, tilted his head slightly in his direction, and then walked forward with no expression.