Song Yan moved back uncomfortably.

When the distance between the two was safe, he said slowly: "You—"

"Ok?"

"...Are you feeling uncomfortable down there?"

under? cough. Yan Zhuo almost choked on his own saliva. He pinched the palm of his hand hard and said, "I-I'm fine."

"Oh." Song Yan realized that he had made a fool of himself. After saying this word, the room fell strangely silent, and the two of them tacitly did not mention it any further.

After a while, Song Yan added another sentence: "You're too thin, in the future... eat more meat."

"Oh," Yan Zhuo's heart tingled, he said, "Okay..."

Song Yan was afraid that he would say more stupid things if he continued talking, so he lifted the quilt and said, "Get up.

Just after getting dressed, Yan Zhuo's stomach made a "gurgling" sound, which was particularly abrupt in the quiet room. He explained embarrassedly: "I...I ate a lot last night, and I don't know why I'm so hungry."

"..."

Yan Zhuo asked, "Are you hungry?"

Song Yan nodded expressionlessly.

"I think so too," Yan Zhuo muttered, "you exercise so much..."

Song Yan was tying his belt, and when he heard the words, his fingers paused, and he swept the end of his eyes with no expression, which shocked Yan Zhuo.

Yan Zhuo bowed his head obediently, he always seemed to embarrass the good atmosphere.

The cafeteria was on holiday, and the restaurants near the nursing home were not open, so what to eat for breakfast became a problem.

Yan Zhuo asked Song Yan, "How many bags of instant noodles I stocked up, do you want to eat them?"

Song Yan got dressed and said, "Eat it yourself, I'll be in trouble later."

"Are you going?"

Song Yan hummed.

Yan Zhuo suddenly felt lost. He thought that this time he finally didn't have to eat alone this time.

"Then...then when are you coming back?"

Song Yan said the truth: "I don't know."

Yan Zhuo lowered his head: "That's it."

Maybe it was Yan Zhuo's tone of voice that was too aggrieved, and Song Yan felt a little guilty.

They... just had that kind of relationship, wouldn't it be bad to just leave like this.

He paused for two seconds and said, "Come with me if you have nothing to do."

Yan Zhuo was like a watered sapling, "whoosh" straightened his back and grew vigorously: "I'm fine, I'm fine!"

The New Year's H City is an empty city, and there is no one on the road. The icy cold wind roared into the neckline, making Yan Zhuo shiver.

"Hey—" Yan Zhuo's lips were frozen to purple, and he complained, "I really can't stand the weather in this city."

Song Yan has lived here since he was a child and is used to it. He asked casually, "Aren't you a local?"

"That's not it," Yan Zhuo sniffed and said, "My home is in the faraway Nancheng."

A whistling wind blew past, and the last two words were blown into the air. Song Yan didn't hear the city clearly.

Song Yan promised Song Qiao to go home on the first day of the first day, so he took Yan Zhuo directly to the place where he lived since he was a child.

"Xinqiao Orphanage." Yan Zhuo read these words while standing at the door of an old house.

It turned out to be here, he thought, where Song Yan was adopted.

Pushing open the fence gate and entering the courtyard, Yan Zhuo realized that it was very big, and there was a bare tree in the middle of the courtyard.

Song Qiao was cooking in the kitchen. He was in a small room on the left side of the courtyard. He heard the movement and rushed out to look. Seeing Yan Zhuo, he was stunned and asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

Yan Zhuo's expression was blank for a moment, what should he say?

He silently squinted at Song Yan, he and Song Yan may not even be considered friends in the eyes of others, and he came to the other party's house to celebrate the New Year on the first day of the new year, was it a little annoying.

Song Yan was keenly aware of Yan Zhuo's embarrassment, and said, "He's not going home to work in the nursing home this year, so I let him come with me."

Song Qiao smiled: "So, come, come, come, welcome." As he said, he greeted Yan Zhuo warmly.

Entering the main room, Yan Zhuo sat on the sofa, Song Qiao poured him a glass of water and said, "You sit down for a while, and the meal will be ready soon. Song Ya and Xiaoying had to stay up late last night to watch the Spring Festival Gala, and this meeting has not yet come. get up."

People who eat and drink can dare to ask for anything, Yan Zhuo smiled and said, "You are busy."

After Song Qiao left, Yan Zhuo picked up the cup and began to look around.

The furniture in the house is old and in the style of the 1980s.

There is a photo frame on the mahogany square table in the main room, in which is a young woman with a gentle face and a slight smile.

Yan Zhuo was a little curious, and asked another person who had been lying dead without saying a word since entering the room: "Who is the beautiful sister in the photo?"

When Song Yan heard his question, he raised his eyelids and said expressionlessly, "The hostess of this house."

Song Qiao's wife.

"Oh..." Yan Zhuo hurriedly changed his name: "Auntie is so pretty."

After saying this, Song Yan fell into silence again. Yan Zhuo kept his mouth shut and played with his mobile phone quietly.

After playing for a while, he suddenly remembered something, hesitantly said, "The day I repaired your mp4, I accidentally turned on an audio, that voice... is that auntie?"

When he spoke, Song Yan frowned, and after he finished speaking, he glanced in his direction: "Well."

Yan Zhuo rubbed his finger on the phone screen and asked, "Then have you heard mp4 again?"

Song Yan: "No, what's wrong?"

"It's okay." Yan Zhuo said.

I haven't listened to it yet. After he repaired the mp4 that day, he recorded a few sentences on a whim. After returning it to Song Yan, he began to regret it.

it's good now. Song Yan hasn't listened to it yet, so he should still have a chance to delete it secretly.

Yan Zhuo laughed happily, suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable in his stomach.isn't it...

The so-called people have three urgency, everyone can't wait for others.Yan Zhuo sighed and asked, "Song, Song Yan, where is your bathroom?"