Yan Zhuo was stunned for a moment, thinking: Why should I torture myself, even if it is a sudden breakup between good friends, there must be a transition period.

He sat up suddenly from the bed, like a dried-up fish, he thought, he was going to find his creek.

Chapter 22 Like

It's nine o'clock on the winter night, when everything is silent.

The elderly in the nursing home went to bed early, and there were only a few lights in the inpatient department, which were sparse.

Of course, Song Yan was not included, because the lights in his house had never been turned on.

Yan Zhuo turned on the light almost as soon as he entered the room.

Song Yan was very surprised by Yan Zhuo's arrival. He probably never thought that Yan Zhuo would come here so late. He asked, "What's the matter?"

Uh……

Yan Zhuo touched the tip of his nose and hesitated for a moment.

What should he say? What can he do? Could it be that I decided to come and have a look when I missed you? No, no, this is too straightforward and too embarrassing, and Song Yan will think that he is sick.

He thought about it and said, "I haven't seen you in a day, so I'll stop by and have a look."

By the way, not specifically, not specially. Yan Zhuo thought this answer was a good one.

Song Yan said, "What's there to see."

His tone was casual, wishing he was just asking casually.

Yan Zhuo thought: You look good.

He coughed and said, "How could Song Tianxian have nothing to watch?"

Since Yan Zhuo got to know Song Yan a little, he has become lawless. Occasionally make a joke and take a nickname. For example, Song Lengmo, Song's facial paralysis, and Song's poisonous tongue, but he usually complained in his heart, and it was the first time that he said it so openly.

The reason for this is probably that the current Song Yan looks particularly good under the cold lighting, perhaps because he was sleepy at night, or for some other reason, his eyes were red with a touch of red, which was particularly attractive.

Inexplicably, the word "Tianxian" met his face.

Song Yan has become accustomed to his nonsense at times, and has no special reaction because of the three words Song Tianxian. He asked, "What did you do to hurt me?"

Yan Zhuo let out an "ah", inexplicably guilty, and stammered, "No, no!"

"No?" Song Yan raised his eyebrows, "Then you came to my room in a hurry at night to be flattering?"

Yan Zhuo: "..."

It really blinded his mind. When he came, he was worried for a long time, afraid that Song Yan would think too much, but now it seems that he is thinking too much! Song Yan not only didn't think about it, but sneered at him.

However, the familiar Song's tone made him feel a little bit of joy in his heart. He burst out laughing.

Song Yan was taken aback when he heard his laughter, and asked, "What are you going for?"

"What for?"

Song Yan reminded: "Aren't you by the way?"

"Oh...my..."

He searched for a reason, and finally found a reasonable one. He said, "I met Grandma Yang in the morning, and she said that she wanted to play mahjong at night. Who knew she was already asleep when I came."

Grandma Yang likes to play mahjong very much. Everyone in the sanatorium knows that Song Yan has heard a little about it. Yan Zhuo once again sighed that she is a genius who can lie.

When Yan Zhuo and Song Yan are together, they always forget the time.

It wasn't until he realized that he had said a lot, and Song Yan occasionally responded, he realized that it might really be too late.

He looked up at Song Yan.

Song Yan tilted his head slightly, everything was so clearly visible under the light, and they were not far away, Yan Zhuo glanced down casually, and caught a glimpse of his short hair stuck in the socket of his collarbone.

Song Yan's hair was very dark, and it fell on his cold white skin, as if a short line had been tattooed.

There is a forbidden beauty.

At night, people's brains are easily confused, and people's characters become bold.

Yan Zhuo pursed his lips and stretched out his hand.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch, Song Yan suddenly said——

"It's getting late," he said.

Yan Zhuo's hand froze in mid-air, and he suddenly regained his senses, his eyelashes trembling. For a few seconds, he felt as if he was naked and standing in front of everyone.

He thought that he was wrapped tightly, but it was the emperor's new clothes.

Song Yan didn't hear the response, she frowned and asked, "Anything else?"

"You... lost your hair." Yan Zhuo said.

His voice was too low for Song Yan to hear clearly.

Yan Zhuo repeated loudly: "Your hair fell out and it stuck on your collarbone."

Song Yan nodded, and casually twisted his collarbone with his index finger.

never mind.

Yan Zhuo thought: He is really confused. If he is not confused, why would he run into Song Yan's house at night. If he wasn't confused, how could he... want to personally help Song Yan take down that hair.

After Yan Zhuo returned to the room, the first thing he did was to go to the bathroom to wash his face. When he finished washing up, Zheng Yi just entered the door.

Yan Zhuo was very uncomfortable with the behavior of entering someone else's house without saying hello. After he hung up the towel, he asked Zheng Yi with a bad expression, "Is something wrong?"

Zheng Yi leaned against the door frame and said, "Just now we came to you to fight the landlord, you are not here."

Yan Zhuo said, "It's here now, do you want to continue?"

Zheng Yi rolled his eyes: "We've been playing with pushing the train for a long time, and it won't work anymore." He asked, "What are you doing?"

Yan Zhuo hated his questioning, so he said politely, "It's none of your business."

As soon as he came back from the front foot, Zheng Yi came on the back foot, saying that Zheng Yi has no ghosts in his heart, and he doesn't believe in ghosts.

Ok. Zheng Yi shrugged and tried to ignore Yan Zhuo's hostility. He joked, "Are you looking for your sweetheart?"

His tone was affirmative, as if he had expected Yan Zhuo's whereabouts early in the morning.

Yan Zhuo frowned.

Zheng Yi glanced at him, and then said sarcastically: "Oh, in this world, it is true that the first strike is strong, and the second strike suffers. If you knew me earlier..."