"..."

The atmosphere was suddenly strange, Yan Zhuo smiled awkwardly, grabbing the wrong fart, what he wanted to grab was a man.

But he is not an ordinary man, he is my sweetheart.

Although he is not my lover.

Chapter 34 Help Me

Yan Zhuo followed Song Yan and walked into 108 silently all the way.

When the light was turned on, his eyes were bright, and he saw that Song Yan's jeans on the right calf had been scratched by something, and it was covered with dry and hard soil.

Yan Zhuo frowned, and after a little consideration, he asked, "You... fell?"

"Well," Song Yan said, "it's fine."

"Your hand is also injured!" Yan Zhuo exclaimed, he hadn't seen it before.

"fine."

The hole in Song Yan's hand is not small, it extends from the little finger on the back of the right hand to the middle finger, and the blood has coagulated into a blood scab, it seems that it has been on the hand for a long time.

Yan Zhuo felt a little distressed, but felt that any words of comfort were weak at this moment.

After all, the wound wasn't on his hand, and he couldn't feel it no matter how he went.

"Doesn't it hurt?" Yan Zhuo sighed, walked to the cabinet and took out the medicine box.

Song Yan sat on the sofa, letting Yan Zhuo squat in front of him to treat his wounds.

Yan Zhuo asked while dipping a cotton swab in alcohol, "Why didn't you go home for the holidays?"

In fact, he wanted to ask more than that, but where did Song Yan go, why was he with Jiao Jingwei, why did he fall down, and why is it so indifferent if his hand was injured, he dared not ask.

The alcohol stung from the wound, Song Yan unconsciously curled his fingers.

Seeing this, Yan Zhuo quickly blew into the wound.

This is what his grandmother would do every time he got hurt when he was a kid.

The atmosphere was quiet, Song Yanzhi sat on the sofa in a daze, wondering what to think. After a long time, Yan Zhuo saw that he moved his mouth, but said nothing.

Yan Zhuo had an intuition that he might want to say thank you.

This awkward man.

The smell of alcohol is in the nose, a little irritating. Yan Zhuo seemed to be taking care of the wound very seriously, but he was actually absent-minded.

After a long time, he slowly asked what he wanted to ask the most: "Where did you... go today?"

Song Yan said, "I went to see an old friend."

Yan Zhuo was taken aback for a moment, what... friend? But before he could ask, Song Yan asked, "Why do you like me?"

Song Yan took the initiative to mention this, which surprised Yan Zhuo. After all, the other party had always avoided it.

After a moment of silence, he said seriously: "Because you are good."

Song Yan smiled briefly, not understanding where his point of view came from.

"Where is it?" Song Yan asked.

"Anywhere is fine." Yan Zhuo replied.

There is no reason to like someone. If he really wanted him to give an example, he might have to think for a while, but now that he is facing Song Yan, he just thinks that Song Yan is good, very good, very good, and invincible.

Yan Zhuo thought: Even if the person I like is blind, he is the most handsome blind man in the world.

Song Yan may have been slightly surprised by the certainty in his short sentence and four words, but he was still complacent and locked his heart, refusing to reveal any gaps for others to approach.

He suddenly thought of what Jiao Jingwei said on the mountain tonight.

At least one sentence she was right.

He is already a waste.

Crap, huh.

Only idiots like idiots.

"You haven't been in love?" Song Yan asked.

Yan Zhuo let out a "hmm".

"Then you're not born gay?"

Yan Zhuo was afraid of touching Song Yanmei's head, so he answered cautiously: "I...I don't know, I just...I only liked you."

Song Yan raised her eyebrows, not sure if she believed it or not. Yan Zhuo said anxiously, "It's true!"

"Well," Song Yan said, "I see." Actually, Yan Zhuo's confession didn't have any special feeling to him.

He grew up so big, and only a few special feelings were all because of himself.

Abandoned by his parents as a child, he grew up in an orphanage. He is inferior and arrogant, sensitive and numb, and he has gone through many detours on the way of growth.

Because he is strong, because he wants to prove himself as a person, he has put in a lot of hard work that ordinary people can't imagine.

Being bright is never just a one-off event.

The reason why it is dazzling is because of the unknown pain and suffering behind it and the persistence of countless nights.

But now, a car accident has brought everything back to the way it was, even worse than before.

What crime did he commit?

Song Yan clenched his fists, the wound was dense and painful because of his movements.

Something was like a nameless evil fire running around in his body, burning his internal organs hot.

Crazy, going crazy.

Yan Zhuo didn't know what Song Yan wanted to know, but he would say whatever Song Yan wanted to know.

He wanted to ask something more, but Song Yan suddenly said, "I want to take a shower."

Yan Zhuo was stunned for a moment. He jumped here without understanding the topic. He hesitated: "But your hand..."

"Well, I know." Song Yan sneered, a little evil, he said, "Help me."

...

The lights in the bathroom were extremely dim, and beams of warm yellow light hit the two of them, adding a bit of ambiguity.

After Song Yan took off his coat, Yan Zhuo helped him to unbutton his shirt. When he unbuttoned the first one, his hand trembled a little.

Unpacking the second one made my hands tremble even more.Song Yan has a small black mole on his chest.

He coughed and glanced away unnaturally.His hands were still on his shirt, but his eyes were dodging around, not daring to face the person in front of him.

I don't know which rat medicine Song Yan took, and he would be cold-faced for a long time when he was touched on weekdays, but tonight he took the initiative to ask him to help "change clothes".Although Song Yan was probably injured because of his hand, Yan Zhuo was surprised no matter what he thought.