He talked for a long time, and the smell of alcohol penetrated Song Yan's nostrils as he spoke, which was disturbing.

Yan Zhuo's lacrimal glands are well developed, and he can cry non-stop. There were teardrops hanging from his eyelashes, and there were tear stains on his face, as if he had been bullied.

It's a pity that Song Yan can't see it. He doesn't know how pitiful he looks now. He can only feel the dampness on his neck.

Song Yan sighed. In his twenty-eight years of life, it was the first time he had seen such a boy who could cry.

Chapter 32 New Year's Eve

The next day, the sky was bright and Yan Zhuo was awakened by a barking dog. He rubbed his eyes and stared at the plain white ceiling in a daze. But before staring for five seconds, he suddenly realized that this was not his house, and the bed under him was not the bed in his house.

There was a rustling sound not far away, Yan Zhuo swallowed and turned his head slowly.

Perhaps because Yan Zhuo occupied his bed, Song Yan sat on the small sofa all night. In the early morning, he was so sleepy that he narrowed his eyes and took a nap.

When Yan Zhuo woke up, he was still awake, leaned his head on the sofa, and even looked tired after falling asleep.

This was really stolen time, Yan Zhuo stared intently at Song Yan's sleeping face. The pursed lips, the furrowed brows.

What are you dreaming about? Yan Zhuo thought that he couldn't even sleep peacefully.

After a while, Song Yan suddenly opened his eyes, and Yan Zhuo felt as if he was looking at him, his heart panicked, his body instantly tense, and he pulled the quilt over his head.

so close.

Yan Zhuo took a deep breath.

After patting his heart, he remembered that Song Yan couldn't see, so what if he looked at each other.

His body relaxed again, he stretched out a slit in the quilt, glanced at Song Yan through the light, and buried his head deeply into the pillow.

He is now lying on Song Yan's bed, covered with Song Yan's quilt, and resting on Song Yan's pillow.

Anyway, Song Yan didn't kick him out when he was drunk, did he?

Of course, Yan Zhuo wouldn't be self-righteous and think that Song Yan was thinking about him, at most because of that old relationship.

"Just get up when you wake up." Song Yan said, his voice hoarse from getting up early.

Yan Zhuo had his head exposed, stroked his hair, sat on the edge of the bed, and said embarrassedly, "I, I... just woke up."

"Ok."

Yan Zhuo asked again, "Why did I come to you?"

Listen to this ridiculous question.

Song Yan laughed angrily: "You ask me?"

Seeing the situation was not good, Yan Zhuo quickly shook his head: "No no no, I'm talking to myself."

"Ah."

Song Yan snorted coldly, last night, he had used up half his life of patience. This will really not give the other party a good face, and it will be very annoying.

Seeing him like this, Yan Zhuo didn't dare to say a word for a while, and after holding it for a long time, he asked cautiously, "I-me-me... What the hell did I do yesterday?"

Song Yan's face was not worried, he resisted the words he wanted to ridicule, and said lightly: "No."

He really didn't want to help Yan Zhuo recall it.

It's impossible, Yan Zhuo thought, it's not a matter of a day or two that his wine is not good. Yesterday, after drinking too much to find Song Yan, he didn't do anything. It really doesn't match his terrible rubbish wine, let alone. He is very clear about his wolf ambitions.

But I'm also glad that I didn't do anything. If I did, he and Song Yan would be completely over. Although it is almost impossible to make friends now.

Yan Zhuo laughed dryly and said, "No, no, it's fine." He looked out the window: "You haven't had breakfast yet, what do you want to eat, I'll go to the cafeteria to buy it for you."

"No."

Ah...that's it. Yan Zhuo smacked his lips regretfully, stood up and said, "Then...then I'll go first."

"Ok."

Yan Zhuo stopped halfway through: "Can I... use the bathroom, I just go out like this... it's not pretty."

"..."

After tidying up for a while, Yan Zhuo came out 108 refreshed. When she walked to the inpatient hall, she saw Xu Yue, she was sitting on the sofa with Mala Tang in her arms.

Yan Zhuo walked over, smoothed Malatang's hair, and said, "I said, why do I hear dogs barking in the morning, so it's you Malatang."

Xu Yue has been keeping her head down and following the dog's hair, not noticing which direction Yan Zhuo is coming from, thinking that he has just come to work. So he wondered: "How did you hear that the dormitory is so far from the inpatient hall?"

Yan Zhuo was stunned for a moment, then teased himself and said, "I'll listen to the wind."

Of course Xu Yue would not believe his nonsense, so she wished to write "You just talk nonsense" all over her face.

Yan Zhuo laughed and continued to talk nonsense: "It's true."

Xu Yue glared at Yan Zhuo and asked, "It will be New Year's Eve in three days. When will you go home?"

Yan Zhuo was too lazy to explain to her that he never went home during the Chinese New Year, and said vaguely, "Let's see the situation."

Xu Yue was keenly aware of his emotions and stopped asking. She patted Mala Tang's back and said, "Sister will miss you when she gets home."

Yan Zhuo asked her: "When will you be back?"

"Tomorrow afternoon." Xu Yue said, "My grandma will be back the next morning, and there will be no one here on New Year's Eve."

Yan Zhuo nodded: "All the way..." The phone in his pocket suddenly rang, and he took it out and glanced at it.

Liu Yan.

"It's a smooth journey." Yan Zhuo finished his words, "I'll take a call."

Yan Zhuo took the phone and walked to a secluded place before slowly answering: "Mom—"

"Xiao Zhuo, why did it take so long to answer the phone?"

Yan Zhuo said nonsense: "I'm at work, I'm very busy, what's wrong?"

"Oh...that's it..." Liu Yan paused and said, "Nothing else, I just...I want to ask if you will come back this year?"

Yan Zhuo simply said, "I won't go back."

Liu Yan sighed: "It's been a few years, and you haven't come back? Don't you want to go home?"