Song Qiao knew what he was thinking from his expression.

Song Qiao said: "I can't think of it, right? I can't think of it either. It is reasonable to say that in a critical moment, people will subconsciously protect themselves first... But there are some things that can't be said logically."

"In short, this incident has hit Song Yan a lot. He has been unable to come out and sleep. I remember that before he came to the nursing home at the beginning, his mental state was very bad, and he stayed at home day and night. Besides drinking is drinking, I don't see any life in him."

"It's strange to say that when Song Yan was a child, when he occasionally disobeyed and went to bed late, I would frighten him, saying that he would suffer insomnia when he grew up. He naively asked me at that time, what does insomnia mean, who knows later..."

"Later..." Yan Zhuo muttered these two words, then fell silent.

Later... he really didn't sleep well.

Every time he finished chatting with Song Qiao, Yan Zhuo felt uncomfortable for a while, and this time was no exception.

He walked quietly to the door of 108, hesitating between knocking and not knocking.

Yan Zhuo is good at using gags to face Song Yan. If the other party is not happy, he will make some jokes to make the other party happy, but now he doesn't know what to do.

What happened to Song Yan was too heavy, so heavy that others could hardly breathe.

He suddenly thought of Frida's "Broken Spine" painting.

No one can face suffering calmly.

Here is a silent and dark corridor, no light can shine through. Fourteen doors are arranged on both sides, and they are tightly closed.

No one came out and no one came in.

No one will see a young man standing quietly at the door of one of the doors with his head lowered. He is terrified and tangled.

I don't know how long stood there until legs felt numb.

Yan Zhuo made a decision.

But love can get you through hardship.

He pushed open the door.

Sunlight poured in through the window from a height of 10,000 meters. Song Yan sat in front of the window, quiet like a sculpture.

Beautiful yet cold.

"Song Yan." Yan Zhuo called softly as he walked over to him.

"Is something wrong?" Song Yan said in a low voice, as if suppressing his strong emotions.

"Yes," Yan Zhuo said, "it's almost Valentine's Day, I'll discuss it with you."

Song Yan finally had a hint of expression, pursed her lips and said, "What do you want to discuss?"

"How to chase someone."

"..." Song Yan asked, "Do you have someone you like?"

"Yeah!" Yan Zhuo nodded and said firmly, "I really like it!"

Song Yan was aroused by his words, and it was rare for him to have a trace of curiosity. He asked, "From a sanitarium?"

"Yes."

Song Yan remembered Yan Zhuo's words when he teased Xu Yue on the return bus.

"Can you teach me some tricks for chasing people?" Yan Zhuo asked him.

"Me?" Song Yan said, "I can't teach, I haven't chased girls."

Yan Zhuo didn't believe it: "Then how did your ex-girlfriend get here?"

Song Yan raised an eyebrow.

"..."

Yan Zhuo reacted instantly.

Although he has not chased others, others can chase him in turn.

After being speechless for a while, he silently added another label to Song Yan in his heart - Aojiao.

Yan Zhuo asked him, "What do you think of me? Do you think he would agree to me if I confessed to him?"

"Heh," Song Yan said with a smirk, "you shouldn't ask me about that. Men see men from different angles than women see men."

But I just want to ask you.

Yan Zhuo stared at his face, without letting go of an expression, and asked persistently, "How about you look at me from your point of view? How am I?"

He clenched his fists tightly, a touch of tension in his heart.

Song Yan thought for two seconds before saying lightly, "Very good."

"Ah?" Yan Zhuo was dumbfounded, he never thought that Song Yan would say two words.

"I said you're nice, you're a nice person."

Yan Zhuo looked up at Song Yan and closed his eyes. He almost blurted out "Then do you like it?"

He couldn't tell what it was like now, only that his heart was beating so fast that it was about to break through the shackles of his body.

Yan Zhuo wanted to reach out and touch Song Yan's face, but he held back.

So, who is wrong with whom?

At this moment, he couldn't tell.

Chapter 30 Sorry

On the afternoon of Valentine's Day on February 14, Yan Zhuo went to a large antique city in H City, wrapped in a heavy coat.

As the Chinese New Year is approaching, some shops have already closed to thank customers, and the usually deserted Antique City is even more deserted.

It took Yan Zhuo a long time to find a shop that looked old and reliable.

He stepped in, and was sitting on the small rattan chair at the door, a middle-aged man in a yarmulke, holding a small teapot in his hand and drinking tea.

The owner of the shop was not particularly warm when he saw the guests. He was still lazy on the rattan chair, and said lightly, "What should I buy, my little shop has everything."

Yan Zhuo touched the tip of his nose and said, "I'll take a look first."

"Let's see," the shopkeeper said, waving his hands indifferently, "no matter which one you fancy, it's 10% off today."

Yan Zhuo smiled and walked around the glass counter. Finally, in the glass cabinet on the left, he saw a string of red bead bracelets.

He pointed to the bracelet and asked, "This is...?"

The shopkeeper glanced at it and said, "Southern red agate bracelet."

Yan Zhuo asked, "How much?"

The shopkeeper stretched out his finger to compare the number and said, "The price is 3,500 after discount."

A little expensive, Yan Zhuo frowned: "Can it be cheaper?"

"Oh, you little young man, I have given you a discount, so I won't bargain."

The agate shone brightly under the light, and the more Yan Zhuo looked at it, the more he liked it, and he asked again, "Can't it be cheap?"