Yan Zhuo chuckled, looking at his nose and lips, desire intertwined between the two, like a mess of wool.

"Do you know what to do when you can't sleep?" Yan Zhuo asked.

"what?"

Yan Zhuo looked into his eyes and said affectionately, "Listen to me sing, you will soon be able to fall asleep."

"..."

Thinking of his terrible singing voice, Song Yan seemed to be strangled by the throat.

"Break it down," he said. "I just want to sleep, I don't want to sleep forever."

"Pfft hahahahaha-"

It was a joke, the atmosphere was not as ambiguous as before, Yan Zhuo pulled him down, and the two lay down with their necks crossed, Yan Zhuo said seriously: "Sleep, I'm by your side, I swear, I won't disturb you. You, I'll go when you fall asleep."

Song Yan let him hug him and patted her back like a child. The numbness that has been in the dark made him feel the softness of the moonlight on his body for the first time, and he knew that it was Yan Zhuo's hand.

It's very strange, obviously he touched it, and there are calluses in his palm, but at this moment, it is very soft.

Just before the sleepiness came, he murmured, "Did you sleep next to me on purpose?"

Yan Zhuo, whose mind was pierced, did not panic at all, and coaxed softly, "Don't think about it, go to sleep, good night."

Because of Song Yan's insomnia, Yan Zhuo found another reason to stay at his house for a week.

As Song Yan's sleeping pills.

On the eighth day of the new year, the nursing home opens.

Yan Zhuo and Song Yan went back together, and when they reached the entrance of the inpatient department, he paused, suddenly lowered his voice and asked, "Do you still want the underwear I'm wearing?"

He has been staying at Song Yan's house for the past few days, and he temporarily borrowed a pair of underwear on the way.

Song Yan said, "You can handle it yourself."

"Oh..." Yan Zhuo nodded, and wanted to say something, when Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Xu Yue coming over.

Her face is not very good, and her expression is not right.

Xu Yue saw him, her eyes suddenly turned red, she took a step forward and hugged him.

Yan Zhuo was stunned for a moment, but before he could react, he heard the sobbing from the person in his arms. He patted Xu Yue and comforted: "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

Song Yan is now beside them. Although he can't see it, he can know what happened. He squinted his eyes, instinctively feeling uncomfortable.

It's as if someone's possessions have been used.

The idea is a bit absurd.

Song Yan had a cold face, and did not wait for Yan Zhuo to enter the hospital building.

Yan Zhuo looked at his back in a panic, Xu Yue was still sobbing on his shoulder, he couldn't push him away, he could only comfort him softly.

"Would you like to chat with me on the rooftop, no matter what happens, there will always be a solution, right?"

Xu Yue raised her head and hummed.

The view from the rooftop is very good, and the scenery in the distance is unobstructed, bringing a touch of relief to Xu Yue's dull mood at the moment.

Yan Zhuo felt her emotions: "The wind can blow away the troubles, and it's good to blow the wind when you're sad."

Xu Yue turned her head to the side, stared at him quietly, and said after a while, "I went to my mother's house yesterday."

It was very strange to hear this sentence at first, but Yan Zhuo didn't understand, he asked suspiciously, "Isn't your mother's house yours?"

"No, no," Xu Yue shook her head, "My parents have long since divorced, and I was brought up by my grandmother, and they both have families again," she laughed at herself, "I'm just an unnecessary person."

It stands to reason that Yan Zhuo should have said something comforting at this time, but he was silent for a while when the words were on his lips.

why?

Because this is too similar to his family situation, even Xu Yue is like another self.

He was also brought up by his grandmother since he was a child, but his grandmother suffered a hard life and left until he could survive to high school.

In contrast, Xu Yue was happier than him. At least, when she is sad, someone can still hurt.

Xu Yue thought it was because she was too sad, and the low air pressure infected Yan Zhuo, causing him to remain silent, and said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, am I too—"

"No," Yan Zhuo interrupted, "I can understand."

I can understand all your sadness, all your sadness, because I used to be the same as you.

The language is too pale, and no amount of comforting words is barren.

"It's the same in our family. My parents got divorced when I was very young, and my mother got married not long after that. I followed my dad since I was a child. My dad never remarried because of me," Yan Zhuo said with a smile, " Because he heard my grandma say that if the stepmother is gone, there will be a stepfather, and he is afraid that if he is really hooked by a woman, no one will love me."

"What about your father?" Xu Yue asked. She once heard Gao Hongming say that Yan Zhuo's life was very difficult when he first came here as a volunteer. It stands to reason that his father was so kind to him, and he would never let Yan Zhuo run out of money. .

"Dead." Yan Zhuo slapped the railing and said lightly, "One night, he drank too much, no one cared about him, the vomit blocked his trachea, he was suffocated, and he walked peacefully."

It was the first time Xu Yue heard Yan Zhuo talk about her own affairs, she was stunned and didn't know how to react.

Yan Zhuo was amused when she saw that she was feeling so bad that she was about to die, but now she stared at her in a panic and said, "Let me first say that I don't need comfort. We didn't have a good relationship when he was alive, and I didn't feel very sad when he died."

Xu Yue felt a little distressed when he saw him pretending to be relaxed and unconcerned, how could he not be sad.

Yan Zhuo paused and said, "But sometimes I miss him a lot..."

The haze was a bit obscuring, gradually blurring the tall clouds and sky.

"When he's here, he can let me have a hot meal when I'm in a good mood. As soon as he leaves, I'll have no home at all."

Chapter 38

After chatting with Xu Yue for a long time, when the other party's mood was much better, Yan Zhuo finally retired.

Before leaving, Xu Yue hugged him again and said, "Yan Zhuo, you are so kind, you will definitely be happy, and what fate owes you will be paid back in another way."

After getting down from the rooftop, Yan Zhuo went back to the dormitory, and he didn't go to 108 until the evening.