Since it can't be changed for the time being, let's just go with the flow.

The next day he woke up early and went to the backyard to run around the ice lake twice, sweating and making him feel comfortable.

Yan Zhuo wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, took a few breaths, and then walked slowly towards the cafeteria.

He went too early, and some windows in the cafeteria had not yet opened, so he just found a seat and waited.

After waiting for a while, the cafeteria window was fully opened. He walked to a certain window and said, "Auntie, bring me six fried buns and two cups of soy milk."

The fried buns at this window are particularly delicious, and many people come to pick them up, and they are usually sold out before 7:30. Yan Zhuo remembered that this was one of the few things that Song Yan had praised as delicious.

Yan Zhuo clearly knew Song Yan's work and rest time, and he didn't knock on the door until after seven o'clock.

Song Yan just woke up, and everyone was still a little stunned. He was expressionless and sat on the bed silently. Although there is no serious getting up gas, it may also make people feel that he is not in a good mood.

"Why are you looking for me so early?" Song Yan asked. Maybe he just woke up, his voice was low and hoarse, like a pebble running over Yan Zhuo's ear, it didn't hurt, just a little itchy.

Yan Zhuo shook his head, shook off the unnaturalness, and said, "Let's eat. There are fried buns that you particularly like."

He just said it was delicious, but he didn't particularly like it. Song Yan was too lazy to make a mistake in the other person's words, took the clothes on the stool with his slender fingers, and said coolly: "If you are looking at me now, please turn around or close your eyes, I have to change clothes. ."

Yan Zhuo obediently turned his back.

If only he could make two rants about this situation before - what are men afraid of, don't worry, I won't take nude photos of you. But now, the mentality is different, not only can't he make out the rude words, but listening to Song Yan's rustling and changing clothes, he can get a hot face and think about it.

Yan Zhuo looked up at the sky... Huaban couldn't help but sigh, how can a good person bend when he says he is bent.

He instantly felt that all the small/yellow/books he had read in high school had been read in vain.

I don't know if there is still a chance to be implemented in this life, and don't know if he can come back straight.

...

After eating breakfast, Yan Zhuo didn't stay long, and went straight to the front yard's angel wall to start drawing.

The other three had already arrived, and Zheng Yi saw his eyes dodge for a moment.

Zhao Hao asked, "Where did you go early in the morning, and you weren't there when you knocked on your door in the morning."

Yan Zhuo thought to himself: The waiter has gone.

"If someone needs help temporarily, I will help," he said.

It's not a day or two that Yan Zhuo is helpful, Zhao Hao said with emotion: "You are so kind."

Zheng Yi rolled his eyes in his heart and rubbed his left shoulder. When he was pushed against the wall by Yan Zhuo last night, a layer of skin was broken there.

It's still kind, don't know if Zhao Hao is blind, or Yan Zhuo's acting skills are too good. His lips moved, but he said nothing.

The weather was so cold that even wearing gloves was useless. After a while, everyone's hands became stiff, and their knuckles were frozen red.

Yan Zhuo sighed in the palm of his hand, rubbed his hands again, and was barely able to start writing again.

Perhaps because of the unpleasantness last night, Zheng Yi was very honest all morning. He still remembered the terrifying side of Yan Zhuo last night, and he still has lingering fears.

Yan Zhuo was happy, he wished that Zheng Yi would stay away from him, so don't bother him. But after a while, Zheng Yi saw that there was nothing unpleasant on his face, and there was no intention of revenge, the scar was healed and he forgot the pain and gradually let go.

After a while, Zheng Yi was completely released.

He hummed a song with the brush, twisted it from side to side, and accidentally threw the acrylic onto Yan Zhuo's face and hair. Zheng Yi hurriedly shrank his head...

"What are you doing?" Yan Zhuo asked with a frown. It was him who was dumped, but Zheng Yi was wronged.

Zheng Yi was embarrassed, he said, "I didn't mean to..."

Yan Zhuo wiped his face with the back of his hand, not paying much attention. He put down the painting equipment and said to the other two, "I'll go wash my face."

The acrylic was fine on the face, but the hair in the hair was not easy to clean, so Yan Zhuo washed it for a long time. When he came out of the public bathroom, he happened to meet Grandma Jin who lived in 203.

Grandma Jin was going downstairs to meet Grandma Yang and the others when she saw Yan Zhuo enthusiastically asking, "Is the Angel Wall almost finished?"

Yan Zhuo said, "It's almost time, half of the painting is done."

"That's good," said Grandma Jin. "In a few days, our sanatorium will have a chorus competition at the Qiaoling Hot Spring Resort. You must go there then, be a cheerleader for us and cheer on us."

Qiaoling is a small county town in the surrounding cities, famous for the local snow hot springs. Every winter, it is bustling with people and guests.

Yan Zhuo hadn't heard of this, and he asked, "When?"

"February 7th," Grandma Jin said, "more than half of the people in the sanatorium will go."

More than half of them, Yan Zhuo's heart moved. He smiled and said, "Okay, I will definitely go."

The wall painting took just a week to complete, just before the chorus competition.

Before leaving, Yan Zhuo found a nice restaurant near his home and invited them to a meal.

The hotel is spacious, bright and bustling, and the cups and lights are intertwined, and it is full of excitement.

Yan Zhuo raised his glass and said, "This glass of wine is my thanks. If you need my help in the future, feel free to say it."

Zhao Hao waved his hand: "Don't be so polite, they are all classmates, they should be."

Yan Zhuo smiled. They didn't walk very close at school. If they were willing to call, they would come to help. It can be said that Zhao Hao and Xia Xin were very loyal.

Oh...and someone else.

Although Zheng Yi talks a lot and people are troublesome, I have to say that his painting skills are very good, and he is not lazy and willing to work, so I am very grateful to him Yan Zhuo.

After toasting the wine one by one, Yan Zhuo sat down slowly, but within a second, he filled his glass again.