Yan Zhuo choked, raised his neck and said, "I don't need it."

The wind was strong, and the tears were air-dried as they fell, sticking to his face, Yan Zhuo was suddenly thankful that Song Yan could not see.

He must be so ugly.

Even Yan Zhuo was not made of water, so he couldn't cry for a minute. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, looking at the hotel in the distance a little dazed.

Yan Zhuo asked, "Have you brought your cell phone?"

Come out to find someone, how can you not bring it.

Song Yan asked, "What's wrong?"

"The foot is twisted."

During the fight just now, he was pinned to his foot by a stone.

"Can you stand up?" Song Yan asked.

Yan Zhuo tried to stand up, and suddenly heaved a sigh of relief, his voice changed: "It hurts~"

Song Yan lowered his eyes and sighed, and a dense row of eyelashes fell, casting a shadow on the bottom of his eyes.

Looking for Yan Zhuo has made him exhausted, and now he has to face the problem of how to get back, really...

He suddenly squatted down with his back to Yan Zhuo.

Yan Zhuo was stunned, and after a few seconds, his eyes turned red again.

Song Yan didn't sense his emotions, he still squatted on the ground with his hands behind his back, and said, "Come up."

Yan Zhuo was still hesitant and asked, "You carry me...how do you go?"

Song Yan said, "You lead the way."

Song Yan's back was wide and warm, and Yan Zhuo was very comfortable to lie on. But he didn't dare to be presumptuous, so he could only raise his head slightly, barely keeping a safe distance from Song Yan.

Yan Zhuo is thin and not heavy. Song Yan didn't have any difficulty carrying it on his back, and walked steadily every step of the way.

Yan Zhuo took his blind stick and showed him the way.

The road is long, giving Yan Zhuo enough time to experience more things.

"How did you find me?" Yan Zhuo asked curiously. Song Yan couldn't see the inconvenience, how could he know that he was here.

Song Yan said, "I guess."

"??"

Song Yan may have thought of it, and it was rare to say a few more words: "There used to be a friend like you who would run away when he was angry. Last time..." He paused and continued: "When we came here to play , he ran to this wasteland when he got angry."

Such a coincidence?

Yan Zhuo: "Yes—?" He hadn't given his name yet, but Song Yan had already guessed it and directly denied it, "No."

Not Jiao Jingwei. Yan Zhuo asked, "Who is that?"

"you do not know."

Curiosity killed the cat, and Yan Zhuo suddenly didn't want to ask. No matter who he is, Song Yan's past has nothing to do with him.

Yan Zhuo put his head on Song Yan's back and arched slightly.

Song Yan froze for a while, but ignored it.

Yan Zhuo arched again.

Song Yan patiently chimed and warned him, "Don't move."

Yan Zhuo said, "I didn't move."

Song Yan got angry when he heard his sophistry, and asked in a threatening tone, "Are you sure?" There was a feeling that as long as Yan Zhuo denied it, he would be thrown down.

"..." Yan Zhuo was wronged: "I really didn't move, I was just rubbing."

Song Yan: "..."

He was speechless.

"Song Tianxian." Yan Zhuo shouted again.

"Ok?"

Song Yan lifted his thigh up.

Yan Zhuo wrapped his arms around his neck, thinking to himself: I forgive you.

Although sometimes you are mean to me, at other times, you are kind to me.

So, I'm taking it easy.

Who hasn't had a bad temper yet.

but……

He still remembered that the day when the mp3 was broken, Song Yan was angry and said to him that one of the laws of interpersonal communication is to be informed and knowledgeable.

Yan Zhuo thought, he has never done these four words before, and he will never be able to do it in the future.

When Song Yan was by his side, he could never be alone.

Chapter 28

As soon as he entered the hall, Yan Zhuo shouted and jumped down from behind Song Yan. He stood on one leg and said to Song Yan, "Wait for me here, I'll go to the front desk."

Yan Zhuo didn't say anything, Song Yan didn't ask, nodded and sat on the sofa quietly waiting for him.

After Yan Zhuo arrived at the front desk, he whispered to a staff member: Hello, I saw a drunk man lying on the wasteland in front of me when I was walking just now. It's too cold, I'm afraid he will freeze to death outside. I lost my phone, can you help call the police? "

The staff member is a young lady. Hearing that, his face changed, and he immediately greeted a few security guards and was about to carry someone.

Yan Zhuo glanced and reminded, "I'm afraid the three of them won't be able to lift..."

The lady called three more.

Yan Zhuo nodded: "This is enough."

Yan Zhuo felt relieved when he dealt with the drunken thing. After entering the elevator, he held the elevator handle to make a golden rooster independent. The elevator walls were bright and clear, and he seemed a little funny now.

He didn't realize just now that it would be illuminated by the cold white light, only to realize that his body was covered in mud and water stains, and he fainted again and again on the white down jacket.

Yan Zhuo muttered, "This is my favorite piece of clothing, why is it so dirty?"

Song Yan heard it and asked casually, "How did you do it?"

"Oh..." Yan Zhuo glanced at him and said flickeringly, "That's it... Didn't I just accidentally fall, not only my feet were slashed, but my clothes were also dirty."The bullying, one is shameful, and the other is... He didn't know what it was, so he felt that Song Yan couldn't know.

Song Yan was a little helpless and said, "I really convinced you."

Song Yan helped Yan Zhuo all the way back to the room. He asked Yan Zhuo to sit down on the bed before asking, "Your phone is out of power? The phone has been turned off all the time."

Yan Zhuo said embarrassingly, "I was ripped off in the auditorium..."

"Pick?"

"It was stolen."

"..." Song Yan was silent for two seconds: "That's true."

"Who? Thief?"