"Not suitable." Song Yan said, "You should be clear."

The snow in winter is like a cool breeze, floating in the air, gradually fascinating people's eyes.

Yan Zhuo blinked and said, "Oh, it's all my fault, I... I should have told you in advance, I..." Yan Zhuo paused.

What is he, what should he say. Saying that I want to give you the most precious gift on Valentine's Day, because I already have a heart for you?

Song Yan frowned, for some reason, he didn't want to hear the next words at all, and even a little repelled, he interrupted: "Don't say it."

Yan Zhuo was startled, these three words were like a boulder, instantly blocking what he wanted to say.

He held the chain tightly in his hand and said softly, "Okay."

After Yan Zhuo said this, Song Yan unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, his expression was blank, he turned around and walked towards the inpatient department without saying anything.

Different from the past, this time Song Yan's back made Yan Zhuo feel unusually flustered.

It was clearly pure and white snow, reflecting the bright moon, but now it seemed like a cloud had suddenly appeared, the sky darkened in an instant, and he also became sad.

"If that's what you want..."

No, it wasn't what he hoped for.

Reason suddenly collapsed at this moment, wrapped in timidity and fell to pieces.

Yan Zhuo clenched his fists, clutched his bracelet, and shouted at the front, "Song Yan, I like you."

I love you very much, love you very much. only like you, have liked you for a long time.

Chapter 31

Song Yan stopped.

He was stiff, and even the knuckles of the fingers holding the blind stick began to turn white.

He closed his eyes, wishing he could tell the other party with his back - I refused.

Is it absurd? It's not absurd, it's a sense of powerlessness that has no solution to fate. So much so that in this pale and icy world, the heart is even more frozen.

Yan Zhuo let out a breath, the confession made him use up all his strength, it would calm down, let go of the tightly clenched fist, and he suddenly slumped, and there was no reason for the sadness to come from it.

What will Song Yan think of me?

Incredible? Can't imagine?

Then he...

Do you think I'm a pervert?

Do you feel sick?

The panic had disrupted everything he wanted to say to Song Yan next, and he didn't even dare to think further.

Song Yan didn't turn his head, his back turned to Yan Zhuo, Yan Zhuo couldn't see his expression, and couldn't spy on even a single trace of his thoughts.

After a while, Song Yan spoke slowly, his tone was calm and his voice was cold.

"Are you jealous or gay?"

Yan Zhuo's face turned pale in an instant. He was about to speak when Song Yan said cruelly, "No matter what you are, don't involve me."

Yan Zhuo was stunned with his mouth open like this, and then his nose became sour, and water vapor gradually appeared in his eyes.

He slowly moved behind Song Yan, grabbed the corner of his clothes and said awkwardly, "No...it's not like this..."

It's a pity that Song Yan didn't want to listen to him anymore. Yan Zhuo's sudden confession had a great impact on him, and it was difficult for him to digest it for the time being.

"Actually, you should have known it long ago, didn't you?" Yan Zhuo said suddenly.

His feelings were equal to his behavior, he always approached Song Yan unconsciously, wishing to do a lot for him. He didn't believe it, Song Yan didn't feel it at all.

It's a pity that Song Yan didn't answer him, but lifted his foot and completely walked out of his sight.

It was a cruel night.

Every step Song Yan took to leave was like a slap in the face of Yan Zhuo.

He froze in place until his clenched fists froze to the point where his knuckles turned white, until the snow on his eyelashes melted into water and fell to the end of his eyes, he had no reaction, and then lowered his head weakly.

Is there anything colder than snow?

The only thing colder than the snow is his heart at the moment.

Yan Zhuo couldn't remember how he went upstairs or where he went back to the dormitory. Song Yan's last two words kept echoing in his mind, lingering in his ears like a spell, and he couldn't even wave it hard. scattered.

He moved a stool and sat indifferently by the window, his eyes calmly looking out through the glass, the cold air seeped in through the cracks of the window, and the slightest bit into his lungs.

It's ridiculous to say, he just met Song Yan, and he didn't like the other person's eyes, so he never thought that in a long time, he would have a flood of liking for Song Yan.

The silence and boundless darkness was like a protective umbrella and tear gas, and his heart was crumpled as he thought about it.

In the morning, the snow stopped.

The sun shines on the white land.

From night to day, Yan Zhuo sat by the window all night, and also thought about it all night. It was hard to describe how he felt.

Not daring to think any more, Yan Zhuo shook his chaotic head, went to the bathroom to take a shower, and then went to work.

Today was the same as any other day, he was doing the boring and repetitive work. But it was different from any other day. Since this morning, he has been avoiding Song Yan.

It wasn't until he had something to go to Gao Hongming that he accidentally saw Song Yan in Gao Hongming's office.

Through the window, Yan Zhuo couldn't hear what they were talking about, and could only look at the back of Song Yan's head through the glass. He bit his lower lip and looked at Song Yan almost greedily.

The events of last night didn't seem to have any impact on Song Yan, at least from the look of his expression, he was still so cold and calm, as if everything didn't matter. Probably really realized that he had become a voyeur, Yan Zhuo was about to leave, but he didn't expect Gao Hongming to catch a glimpse of him.

"Yan Zhuo—!" Gao Hongming suddenly waved and shouted from inside, his voice piercing the wall.

"..."

I'm really afraid of what's coming.

Yan Zhuo lowered his head and pushed open the door almost with the feeling of going to the execution ground.

"Hello Director Gao." After standing still, he called out obediently, but did not dare to glance at Song Yan beside him.

Two people are there, but only one person is greeted. Gao Hongming couldn't help but be surprised, he reprimanded: "Mr. Song is also here, I don't know how to say hello, it's rude!" Then he explained to Song Yan: "It's almost New Year's Eve, the courtyard is busy, I guess the child is tired from work. already."