It's a bad feeling to get out of control, he thought, and he should run away.

Yan Zhuo had been gone for more than half a month, during which time he wanted to call Song Yan several times without feeling embarrassed.

He didn't know what to say, and he was afraid of being annoying.

Finally, on Saturday, when he was free, he immediately drove back to the nursing home.

At this time, it was nearly April, the grass was long and the warbler flew, the ice lake melted, the water waves swayed softly on the lake surface, and the bright sun cast a circle of light and shadow.

In this weather, Yan Zhuo was in a good mood, especially when he thought about seeing Song Yan, his mood was even better.

When Yan Zhuo arrived, Song Yan was basking in the sun by the window.

With one arm propped against the edge of the window, he is smoking with one hand, and his tall back gives a sense of security.

Yan Zhuo's heart skipped a beat, he slipped his footsteps behind Song Yan, then leaned into his ear, lowered his voice and said, "Guess who I am?"

Song Yan took the cigarette's hand for a while, and hooked the corner of his lips: "Yan Zhuo."

It should be the first time Song Yan responded to his jokes, Yan Zhuo smiled brightly: "Yeah, you found out."

"Did you miss me?" he asked.

Song Yan turned around and leaned lazily against the windowsill with his legs crossed: "It's okay."

Yan Zhuowei raised his head to look at him: "Oh, it's really cold, I miss you so much."

"Super?" Song Yan squinted: "I don't want to make a phone call because of Super?"

Yan Zhuo was slightly startled and looked at him in surprise. Quiet Mimi secretly rejoiced in her heart.

In fact, Song Yan regretted it after saying this. He didn't think about it too much, he just blurted it out by instinct. After all, someone who had been buzzing around him was suddenly quiet for a while, which made him a little uncomfortable.

"Don't worry," Yan Zhuo hurriedly took the opportunity to make a promise, "I will definitely call you one day in the future."

"..." Song Yan took a breath.

Yan Zhuo thought he didn't believe it, and said seriously, "It's true, I can really do it." As long as you don't bother me.

"..." Song Yan really didn't know what to say, what does it mean to shoot yourself in the foot, that's all.

He exhaled smoke and silently changed the subject: "Will something happen to you soon?"

"No."

"That's just right," Song Yan said, "accompany me home and get something."

"What?" Yan Zhuo was curious.

Song Yan said: "seasonal clothes."

He didn't say that Yan Zhuo hadn't found it yet. I'll take a look. Song Yan was wearing a thin sweater over his top. It's been fine for the past two days.

Yan Zhuo replied, "Okay."

Chapter 39 "Seduce me?"

It was said that Yan Zhuo would take the clothes with him, but in fact Song Yan didn't have many clothes, only two colors of black and white, only paired with jeans.

Yan Zhuo folded one and threw it into his backpack, and sighed in a low voice, "You are like a jeans ambassador."

Song Yan was concentrating on folding the piece in his hand. He didn't hear what he said, and asked casually, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

I don't know if it's because the ears of older people are not easy to use. It is clear that Song Yan is still in his thirties, so how can his hearing deteriorate. Yan Zhuo said: "Ambassador, I said - you are the ambassador!"

"shit?"

"..."

"Pfft", Yan Zhuo laughed wildly, and laughed so hard that he sat down on the floor.

Song Yan was speechless, and instantly knew that he had misunderstood.

Yan Zhuo wiped away the tears that overflowed from the corner of his eyes, stared at Song Yan, looked at it for a while and suddenly said, "Hey, sometimes you are really cute, you know?"

It was the first time Song Yanhuo heard such a refreshing and refined "evaluation" at such a young age, and he ignored him with a slumped face.

Yan Zhuo smiled and wanted to tease him, but just as he was about to speak, the phone in his pocket suddenly shook. He took it out and took a look, Zheng Yi.

Strange to say, after returning to school this time, Zheng Yi went to play with him when he had nothing to do, and made dinner appointments every other day. It made Yan Zhuo scared. After all, Zheng Yi's sexual orientation is what kind of thing, what if he is not interested in him...

Pressed to answer, he covered the phone and sneaked out of the bedroom.

"Hey," Yan Zhuo said, "Why are you calling me? I'm busy right now."

Zheng Yi asked, "What are you busy with?"

Busy with men. Yan Zhuo thought. He said impatiently: "What the hell are you doing? Talk about something."

"It's nothing. Didn't I borrow you the last time I forgot to bring the meal card in the cafeteria. I'm bored today and want to ask if you're free. Let's have dinner together in the evening, and I'll pay you back."

If he didn't say it, Yan Zhuo had forgotten about it. He didn't even think about it, and directly refused: "I don't have time."

"Are you free or on a date?"

"..."

"Sanatorium? Mr. Blind?"

Yan Zhuo almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, and was shocked to the point of stuttering: "You, you...how did you know!"

"Hey hey," Zheng Yi smiled slyly, "I figured it out with a clever trick."

Yan Zhuo spat at him: "I believe in your evil."

Zheng Yi said: "Okay, no joke. I went to the dormitory to find you. Your roommate said you went to a nursing home. Tsk, you said, who else could you go back because of? It must be because of love."

"..."

"So, come out," Zheng Yi said. "Bring him here, I'll help you test him."

Yan Zhuo hung up the phone and was a little moved when he saw the address sent by Zheng Yi. The relationship between him and Song Yan has always been neither awkward nor embarrassing, unclear or unclear. They say they are friends and are closer than friends, and they say they are like lovers, but they are stranger than lovers.

Being in a gray area is an inexplicable... special relationship.

This is impossible, that is impossible, stuck in the middle, between a dilemma.

As a player in the game, he is difficult on both sides, and he doesn't know whether outsiders can understand it.

"Song Yan," Yan Zhuo shouted as he entered the room, "My classmate wants to invite me to dinner, do you want to go with me?"

Song Yan was folding the last piece of clothes, when she heard this, she frowned slightly: "Why should I go to invite you to dinner?"