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After all, his emotional experience is pitiful, and it is even possible that he cannot tell the difference between friendship and liking after more than 20 years of barren emotions.
His perception was wrong.
It must be so.
There is a public washbasin in the back garden, and Yan Zhuo walked there aimlessly.
He turned on the faucet, the water in the water pipe was freezing cold, he scooped a handful and poured it on his head as if he had been abused, only to wake up a little.
Then he wiped his face, and the restless heart caused by Song Yan gradually calmed down in the bone-chilling cold.
At breakfast the next day, Yan Zhuo met Song Yan.
At that time, he was sitting at a table with Zhao Hao and Xia Xin for dinner. Seeing Song Yan suddenly, he almost swallowed the bun in his mouth.
By the time he swallowed the buns, Song Yan had already skipped his table and left.
Yan Zhuo lowered his eyes, clenched his chopsticks tightly and said in his heart: can't go to say hello, should calm down and think about it calmly, and won't have that kind of nonsense anymore.
He sighed, feeling inexplicably tight in his chest.
But no matter how good the idea is, there are always surprises.
As soon as Song Yan sat down, Xia Xin made a fuss and shouted, and then said, "Isn't that Song Yan!"
Yan Zhuo's heart froze, and sure enough, he was not the only one who could recognize Song Yan.
Yan Zhuo didn't want them to know of Song Yan's existence. He knew that Song Yan must also hate others seeing him now.
He glanced at Song Yan unintentionally, then gave a negative answer and said, "You read it wrong, it's not Song Yan, it doesn't look like it at all."
"Why doesn't it look like that," Xia Xin said, "I've seen his photos, and I went to their studio to apply for a job last winter vacation. Although I wasn't selected... But I met him."
Last winter vacation...
That is to say, Song Yan hadn't had an accident at that time.
Yan Zhuo tilted his head and asked, "Then you think Mr. Song will appear here?"
Xia Xin hesitated: "That won't be..."
"That's it," Yan Zhuo brainwashed her, "you think someone who shouldn't be in a certain place appeared in that place, and there is only one explanation, that is, you are wrong."
"..." Xia Xin nodded stupidly, "It makes sense."
Zhao Hao saw how cute his daughter-in-law looked, so he couldn't help rubbing her hair and pinching her cheek.
Yan Zhuo felt blind, knocked on the table on purpose, and shouted, "If you two do this again, you will lose me."
Zhao Hao kissed Xia Xin's face with a "boom", waved his hand and said, "Walk slowly and don't give it away."
"..."
This morning, Yan Zhuo had a very tormented meal. On the one hand, it was because the two people on the opposite side were showing their affection, and on the other hand... because he was always thinking about who caused him to lose his focus while eating, and he bit his tongue without paying attention. .
After the three of them finished eating, Zhao Hao answered the phone and said, "Zheng Yi is here. I'll pick him up at the gate."
Yan Zhuo said, "I'll go with you. Anyway, I'm here to help me. It would be rude if I didn't go."
When they reached the gate, Yan Zhuo didn't see Zheng Yi's shadow after looking at it for a long time.
He looked around and asked, "Where are the people?"
Zhao Hao also scratched his head and found no one. thought to self: This kid can't play tricks.
He took out his mobile phone and was about to make a call when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a corner from the corner of his eye. He stared at it for a few seconds before saying to Yan Zhuo, "That's it."
Yan Zhuo looked in the direction he pointed
"..."
He had never seen a person with such a showy bag, a leopard-print coat and tights, a black top hat and Martin boots, a large suitcase behind him, oh... and a big sunglasses.
This is not like a painting, but a catwalk.
Chapter 21 Zheng Yi
When Zheng Yi saw them, he waved his hand in a demonic manner, and then walked towards them with a smile on his face.
When he got close, Yan Zhuo looked at the big box he was pulling and asked, "How many things did you bring?
Zheng Yi patted the box and smiled and said, "Don't you want to stay for a week? I'll bring all the clothes that I need to change for seven days, one piece a day."
Yan Zhuo's mouth twitched, and since the other party was a guest, he desperately held back the words he wanted to complain. He may be used to being rough, and he doesn't quite understand the style of a refined person like Zheng Yi.
It can be seen that he is not the only one who doesn't understand. Zhao Hao said coldly, "You are really weirder than my girlfriend."
Zheng Yi said, "Thank you."
"..."
Yan Zhuo took Zheng Yi to the staff dormitory. The room he lived in happened to be opposite Yan Zhuo and Zhao Hao.
Zheng Yi glanced around the accommodation and said, "It's okay."
He thought that the nursing home in the suburbs would be very old and dilapidated, but he did not expect the environment to be elegant and the dormitory to be very new.
Yan Zhuo knew what he was thinking when he saw him like that, and said angrily, "Zhao Hao chose the big bed early, you should just sleep in the small bed if you feel wronged."
Zheng Yi waved his hand and said indifferently, "It doesn't matter, anyway, he is fat and I am thin, so I will sacrifice myself for others."
After making arrangements, Yan Zhuo didn't want to stay with him any longer, so he said, "Then you can pack your luggage first, I'll go down to help."
When Yan Zhuo passed the back garden, he met Song Yan who was returning from the cafeteria to the inpatient building.
They were only less than twenty meters apart from the ice lake. Song Yan walked in the direction of Shijing Bridge, as did Yan Zhuo. As long as they reach Shijingqiao, they can meet.
Would you like to say hello? He thought, since there is no one around, nor Zhao Hao and Xia Xin, he can go and chat with Song Yan.
Just say a few words, what does it matter.
But time didn't give him too many opportunities to think carefully, Zheng Yi suddenly appeared behind him, put his arm on his shoulder and said, "I thought about it, it's too lonely to pack up alone, so I'd better wait for everyone to pack up together at night. Bar."
Ah. You are not lonely, you are lazy.
Yan Zhuo took a deep breath and suppressed the anger he felt at his untimely appearance.