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That's your home, not mine. Yan Zhuo held back the words in his heart and almost blurted out, but fortunately he held back in time.
"Just have a good New Year, I have friends here."
"That's also a friend, isn't it, and there's no blood relationship. Well, since your dad left, when mom thinks of you being so young—"
Yan Zhuo hated her talking about the past, and it was endless, so he interrupted directly: "Enough, don't talk about it."
There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone.
Perhaps realizing that his voice was too loud, Yan Zhuo felt a little guilty, so he couldn't help but put a soft tone: "Don't talk about these old and rotten things... It's not interesting. It's enough for your family to celebrate the New Year well, and help me give Uncle Yang a voice. Well, tell Yang Muyou that sometimes my brother will go back to see her."
"it is good……"
Yan Zhuo felt deeply exhausted after hanging up the phone. He pinched the bridge of his nose and stared blankly somewhere.
Family fun.
These four words are sometimes really ironic.
His family broke up many years ago, how could he pretend to be happy. Could it be that someone else's family is laughing and laughing, and he follows the silly music next to him? He asked himself if he didn't have such a strong heart, he couldn't be heartless.
As early as the day his father died, he had no home.
On New Year's Eve, all the people in the nursing home were gone, and the hospital was silent.
Maybe Yan Zhuo didn't go home for several years, Gao Hongming felt sorry for him, and when he left, he specially packaged him a big red envelope, which was called "New Year's money".
Yan Zhuo said with a smile, "I'm already twenty-four during the Chinese New Year. How old is it?"
"No?" Gao Hongming stretched out his hand to grab it, "Give it back to me."
Yan Zhuo quickly put the red envelope in his pocket and winked, "Benming year! Next year is my life year!"
Gao Hongming was amused by him: "You kid, you are okay." He patted Yan Zhuo's shoulder and said earnestly, "Have a good New Year, eat well, and don't wrong yourself."
The last five words are not without reason. Gao Hongming still remembered that Yan Zhuo's life was particularly difficult when he first arrived. Apart from volunteering in a nursing home, he also worked part-time in other places. He didn't express his embarrassment until he fainted at his post when he couldn't stand it any longer.
The annual tuition and materials for art students are very expensive, and Yan Zhuo has no money to pay for the next year's tuition.
In fact, Gao Hongming didn't understand why he, a child who had just grown up and was still studying, didn't go to his family to ask for money. It wasn't until the Chinese New Year that Yan Zhuo insisted on staying in the nursing home.
Not everyone has a happy family.
Gao Hongming was indulging in sympathy and compassion, but unexpectedly, Yan Zhuo, who was pitied, asked with a hilarious smile, "That's right—the last time you were in your office, what did you and Mr. Song say, 'What do you think of Yan Zhuo? Every New Year's Eve? What do you mean by staying here and not going home?"
Gao Hongming thought for two seconds: "Oh...it's nothing, but Mr. Song doesn't seem to be celebrating New Year's Eve with his family this year. He said he was going somewhere, but it wasn't because his eyes were inconvenient, so he asked me to Ask if there is anyone in the hospital who doesn't come home, he needs that person to take him there, and then give him the money."
Yan Zhuo lowered his eyes: "That's it."
Where is Song Yan going, he is a little curious.
After Gao Hongming left, Yan Zhuo went to the inpatient department. He wanted to see if there was anyone at 108. In the end, as he thought, Song Yan was not there, and the house was empty.
Yan Zhuo walked out of the room in despair, the hope in his heart was shattered to nothing.
He subconsciously took out the phone, but he never called. What if they fought over, even if Song Yan really needed help, I'm afraid he wouldn't want him.
In fact, Yan Zhuo felt right. Before Gao Hongming left, he reminded Song Yan that if necessary, he could find Yan Zhuo, but Song Yan refused.
He booked a car using the phone's voice function and took him to Qimingshan Cemetery.
He has never forgotten what day it is today.
Qiming Mountain was not close to the sanatorium, and it was almost evening when Song Yan arrived.
Meng Cheng's tombstone was on the mountainside. After registering, he couldn't see because of his eyes. Finally, the on-duty administrator sent him up.
In recent days, it has been snowing constantly, the mountain road has been slippery, and it is extremely difficult to walk. They have to travel for a long time to arrive.
Meng Cheng's tombstone was placed at the exit to the foot of the mountain, so it was very easy to find. Song Yan squatted down and touched the cold tombstone, but accidentally touched a bunch of flowers. The petals were fresh and slightly damp.
Song Yan asked, "Someone came here just now?"
The administrator gave an "ah" and said, "...Yes, a young lady."
Song Yan nodded, no need to ask, he knew who it was.
City H is already cold, let alone on the mountain, it would freeze to death.
The administrator stomped his feet and said, "Then if you're okay, I'll go down first, and I'll come up to pick you up later."
Song Yan said, "I'm sorry." He took out the wallet from his pocket, dug out three sheets, and handed them to the administrator.
The administrator was too embarrassed to take it, and refused: "No... no need, I didn't do anything..."
"Should be."
When the administrator saw his serious expression, he seemed to be saying ""You must keep what I give you".
This is probably the bad taste of the rich, the administrator no longer refuses, and silently accepts his kindness.
After the administrator left, Song Yan sat alone on the steps of the tombstone. After a long silence, he said, "I'm sorry, I'm late."
There was silence all around, and he fluttered a few words, and at this moment there was an indescribable sadness.
Song Yan has always been unable to accept Meng Cheng's death more than his own blindness, especially when he learned that a large part of the reason for Meng Cheng's death was to save him.
Song Yan stroked the photo on the tombstone. In fact, he has always known about it, and he has known it for a long time.
Meng Cheng likes him.
Not like between friends.
It's just that he pretended not to know, and Meng Cheng also pretended not to know... His pretence. Then sandwiched between him and Jiao Jingwei to be the most competent friend, delicate and balanced.
Finally, after Meng Cheng left, this balance was lost.