Yan Zhuo's few words successfully angered Song Tianxian, he sneered and said, "Aren't you afraid of infection after staying in my room for so long? Go out."

"..."

Hey, that's not what I meant. Hey!

Yan Zhuo was just kicked out by Song Wuqing. He sighed speechlessly and comforted himself: "This is half the battle." After all, Song Yan didn't directly refuse.

At three o'clock in the afternoon the next day, Yan Zhuo was standing in front of the bus dragging a small suitcase. Besides him, he was accompanied by Qin Xiao and Xu Yue.

The two girls held hands and chatted about skin care products, leaving only Yan Zhuo alone to count the number of people.

When Yan Zhuo was halfway through the count, he couldn't control himself and glanced at Song Yan who was standing at the back.

He tried his best to control the corners of his raised mouth, pursed his lips, and said as dispassionately as possible: "Then what... everyone is gathered, let's get in the car."

When they got into the car, Yan Zhuo naturally sat next to Song Yan.

He opened the window, and the cold air instantly filled the cramped seat between the seats.

Song Yan tilted his head in his direction.

Yan Zhuo explained: "I get motion sickness, especially the bus."

Song Yan nodded, leaning against the seat and closing his eyes. This signal is very obvious, it means that you don't want to chat with people along the way.

Fortunately, Yan Zhuo spoke very little when he got motion sickness.

He shrank his head, hid his chin in his collar, raised his eyes and looked at Song Yan secretly.

I don't know how long it took, Song Yan suddenly reached out and stroked his face, twisting his face to the other side.

"Don't look at it." Song Yan said.

He could always accurately sense Yan Zhuo's line of sight in the boundless darkness. don't know if this is a superpower.

Fortunately, the two of them sat in the last row, and there was no one next to them. If someone saw it, Yan Zhuo's thoughts would suddenly be exposed to the blue sky and daylight, and it would be hard not to be imagined by others.

He sighed and then did psychological construction for himself, calm down, why do you think so much, it might be more practical to take a nap.

He imitated Song Yan to sit upright, leaning back on the seat, and slowly closed his eyes.

Yan Zhuo was frozen alive.

Opening the window was refreshing for a while, but when the surroundings darkened, he felt a strong chill.

He pressed the phone screen, it was 6:09.

The lights in the car were not turned on, and the chattering of conversations before going to bed stopped, and everything was so silent.

Song Yan, who was next to him, woke up long ago, and didn't know what to think.

Because the light was too dim, Yan Zhuo couldn't see his expression. He could only see the light reflected from the outside into his eyes, clear and bright.

After a while, got off the high speed. The people in the car woke up one by one, and then the driver turned on the lights, and the inside of the car immediately became clear and bright.

And less than 30 minutes away from the hot spring, everyone started to make noise again, and a group of elderly people were excited like children.

Qin Xiao said, "Hey, what's the name of our choir? If we can't, let's call it the Ningkang Choir. There's no bright spot at all."

Yan Zhuo thought for two seconds and asked, "How about the Sunset Red Orchestra?"

Grandma Yang said, "No, we have already made good names."

The "we" in her mouth refers specifically to those who have a good relationship, Grandma Jin and Aunt Xu.

Qin Xiao asked curiously, "What?"

"Ningkang waits for the death team."

"..."

Yan Zhuo's face was blank for a few seconds, and he repeated uncertainly, "Wait... wait for the dead team?"

"Yes.

Yan Zhuo was speechless: "This name is not too... auspicious." In his short life of more than 20 years, he had never encountered such a straightforward team name.

Grandma Yang looked very open, and didn't think the name was unlucky. She said: "Birth, old age, sickness and death are natural, why should it be considered a taboo. The average age of our group of participants is 68, and they are half buried in the ground. Twenty and eighty years old are different, like At our age, we are no longer afraid of anything."

Yan Zhuo was silent.

Grandma Yang said: "The word death is not synonymous with bad luck, nor is waiting for death. We always have to step into this moment, but the joy of every day is very real, that's enough."

Yan Zhuo nodded, he admitted that he was persuaded. Death is considered taboo because of fear of its inevitability.

If death is no longer scary, then there will be no taboo about it.

There are too many people booking the hot spring hotel. Fortunately, they booked a few rooms early. Everyone held the assigned room card, and sure enough, Yan Zhuo and Song Yan were in the same room.

He took the room card and walked towards Song Yan on the sofa.

Along the way, he tried his best to press down the ripples in his heart, forcing himself to calm down. He jokingly said to Song Yan, "Don't grind your teeth or snort at night. I'm a very light sleeper, and I'll wake up with a little movement."

Song Yan sat on the sofa and said expressionlessly, "Ask the front desk if you can add an extra room, and I'll pay for the room fee."

"..."

This is not what imagined.

Yan Zhuo quickly said: "There are so many people here, they are all booked in advance, so there is no room left." He said: "You can go to a room with me, I won't grind your teeth or snort, don't worry. "

How humble. he thinks. I've lost all of this promise to Song Yan.

The room is on the third floor, it is a standard room, and the two beds are very close.

Yan Zhuo threw the suitcase away and rolled on the bed comfortably.

"What do you want to eat? I'll buy it?" He patted his stomach and said, "I'm hungry."

When he came, he found that there was an alley in front of the hotel, and there were hawkers setting up stalls on both sides of the alley.

Song Yan was also hungry, and he was not in the mood to pick. He sat on the stool and said, "Whatever, anything will do."

Yan Zhuo got up: "Then I'll just buy it, don't say you don't like it or not eat it."

Song Yan was silent for two seconds: "Forget it, I'll go with you."

Yan Zhuo was speechless, just look, he knew, how could the person with the mouth be so casual.