In addition to being woken up by urine in the morning.

"Really? I thought that under certain circumstances, you wouldn't be able to fall asleep." Xu Yue said. I don't know if it was Yan Zhuo's illusion, but she always felt that she glanced at Song Yan when she said the word "specific".

"What's wrong with this?" Yan Zhuo frowned and teased, "Why, did you lie on the windowsill and watch me sleep last night?"

"..." Xu Yue said, not knowing what to refute for a while.

Yan Zhuo continued to tease: "If you like my brother, just say it straight away, don't clean up the stalking."

"..."

Qin Xiao couldn't stand it any longer and said, "Okay, Yan Zhuo, I'm not as shameless as you are."

"Hahahaha..." Yan Zhuo laughed a few times, "How fun it is to make a joke."

Song Yan glanced over and suddenly asked in a deep voice, "Fun?"

His expression was serious, Yan Zhuo was inexplicably frightened, and immediately denied: "It's not fun, it's not fun."

"Sleep." Song Yan said almost like an order.

"Oh……"

Yan Zhuo touched the tip of his nose and closed his eyes obediently. After a while, his head fell on Song Yan's shoulder, and at the last moment he fell into a deep sleep, he couldn't help but sigh: This trip is quite worth it.

Chapter 29 Love Energy

After returning to the sanatorium, Yan Zhuo started the recuperation mode. can't do job, can only stay in the dormitory every day.

The only good thing is that he only had mild soft tissue contusion, and he was able to get out of bed and walk after three or four days in bed.

The first thing Yan Zhuo did after he was able to leave was to buy a mobile phone and make up a card. After finishing all this, he went to the cafeteria, where Malatang was kept by him and Xu Yueyang in a utility room.

He hasn't seen Mala Tang for a long time, and he misses it a little.

Of course, he didn't just miss Mala Tang. After coming out of the cafeteria, he "dropped in" to the inpatient department.

There were very few people in the inpatient department, and the corridor was very quiet. Even if he stepped on the thick carpet step by step, he could still hear the sound of friction.

Yan Zhuo walked to the door of 108, and just as he was about to knock on the door, he heard a roar inside: "How long are you going to do this?!"

This is Song Qiao's voice.

Yan Zhuo was stunned, and put his hand down again.

Song Qiao's impression has always been peaceful and calm, so when he shouted this sentence, in such a loud voice, it must be serious.

Yan Zhuo moved his feet, not knowing whether to leave or not.

It's a pity that he didn't give him much time to think, so he heard Song Qiao continue: "Are you going to feel guilty until death?"

Yan Zhuo was pinned to the spot.

"you misunderstood."

"I misunderstood?" Song Qiao laughed angrily, "Look at your box of coffee bags, how dare you say I misunderstood, are you sleepless all night, sleepy every day, and then use coffee to numb yourself, You are sick, why can't you go to the doctor!"

Yan Zhuo frowned. He didn't expect Song Yan to have such a secret behind his passion for coffee, and... Didn't Song Yan quit long ago?

With full of doubts, Yan Zhuo decided to eavesdrop.

But after Song Qiao finished saying these words, Song Yan was silent for a long time.

After a while, Song Qiao came out of the house. Yan Zhuo didn't have time to dodge, and was suddenly exposed to the sun.

He smiled awkwardly, and made a "shush" gesture to Songqiao.

Song blushed and had a thick neck, and it seemed that his temper had not calmed down. He nodded towards the corridor and signaled to go out to talk.

The two went to the trash can where they smoked together last time, and Song Qiao skillfully took out the cigarette case: "One?"

Yan Zhuo took the cigarette and lit it.

After taking a few sips, Song Qiao asked, "How much have you heard?"

Yan Zhuo said the truth: "Four sentences."

In just four sentences, the amount of information is huge.

Yan Zhuo said: "I often saw him drinking coffee before, and then I reminded him a few words, I thought he heard it..." Now think about it, how could it be so easy.

Song Qiao was also quite helpless and took a gulp of cigarettes.

"That..." Yan Zhuo's Adam's apple moved, swallowed and asked, "Mr. Song, why does he suffer from insomnia? Is it because of his eyes?"

"It would be better if it was just because of his eyes, he," Song Qiao was so worried that he didn't hide it, "he's bored in his heart."

"It's because..." Yan Zhuo guessed, "A friend who was in a car accident with him?"

Song Qiao looked at him in astonishment.

Yan Zhuo lowered his eyes and sniffed, it seemed that he guessed right.

Song Qiao sighed and said slowly: "They live in a dormitory at the university, and they have a good relationship. After graduation, they co-founded a studio, opened a studio, worked hard together, and spent a lot of ... a lot of difficult times. That day... …Ugh……"

Perhaps that accident was an indelible pain for many people. Speaking of which, Song Qiao didn't know how to continue.

Is the tone of the story, or regret.

Yan Zhuo waited quietly. After a long time, Song Qiao continued: "The day of the accident was New Year's Eve, and there was an accident in the studio, so they drove off. As a result, the accident happened as soon as they got to the outer ring. Three cars collided, and they were the one in the middle."

Yan Zhuo seemed to be able to imagine the tragic scene at that time. Song Yan's face was covered in blood, and his mind was suddenly confused. He took a deep breath of cigarettes, and when his brain became clearer, he asked, "You said Song Yan was guilty just now. What... is he guilty?"

The air outside was cold and windy, and the smoke was burning faster than usual.

Song Qiao glanced at the ash and said, "Meng Cheng was in the driver's seat when he was hit by the car behind him. He turned the steering wheel and used the driver's seat to block the collision with the car in front for the co-pilot."

"The co-pilot is Song Yan."

Yan Zhuo opened his mouth and looked at Song Qiao in surprise. He didn't expect this answer.

It's unimaginable that someone would care about the safety of another person when their life is hanging for a moment. No wonder Song Yan felt so guilty and sad. If it were him, he might never get out.