He hesitated and asked, "You haven't left yet?"

Yan Zhuo set the tableware and chopsticks and said, "Let's go in a while, you eat first."

Song Yan frowned, walked to the dining table and sat down. After a while, he said, "You don't need to take care of me so much. This is not a sanatorium, and you don't have this obligation."

Yan Zhuo sighed in his heart, of course he knew that he did not have this obligation, but he was willing.

It's not natural to want to take care of the people you love.

Yan Zhuo didn't want to discuss this "obligation" with Song Yan anymore, so he changed the subject and said, "Are you going back to the nursing home today? I might go back to school in a while, and I can't send you."

The tofu brain melted in his mouth, and Song Yan took a sip before saying, "I'll just call the car myself."

"Oh." Yan Zhuo nodded, not saying much, they finished the breakfast in near silence.

Before going out, Yan Zhuo put Song Yan's backpack on the porch cabinet and said to him, "I'll pack it for you and put it on the shoe cabinet. You can just put it on your back when you go out."

Yan Zhuo was so careful that it was a lie to say that he was not grateful. Song Yan just wanted to thank the phone for a call: "Dr. Pei is calling, Dr. Pei is calling."

Dr. Pei is the doctor in charge of treating Song Yan's eyes. Since Song Yan entered the eye bank and decided to wait for a donor, they have rarely contacted.

I don't know if there is any new news on this call.

Song Yan answered the phone almost immediately.

"Hey, Doctor Pei—"

...

Before waiting for Song Yan's response, Yan Zhuo was a little disappointed. He glanced into the living room, Song Yan was sitting on the sofa making a low voice call, and he was facing the balcony with his back to Yan Zhuo.

Yan Zhuo couldn't see his expression, couldn't hear his voice, and couldn't say goodbye.

His heart was empty, but he pulled the corners of his mouth. It would be fine if he didn't say goodbye. If he didn't say goodbye, it meant that there was still a chance for goodbye.

When Yan Zhuo returned to the dormitory, Zheng Yi had been waiting for him in his dormitory for a long time. As soon as he entered the door, Zheng Yi whistled, with a rogue expression, he said narrowly: "A spring night is worth a thousand dollars. I heard that you didn't return last night."

Yan Zhuo: "Who said that?"

Zheng Yi pointed to the upper bunk.

A boy with glasses shrank his head: "He asked me and I said it."

Yan Zhuo nodded, nothing mattered. He pushed Zheng Yi and drove him off his bunk: "Go back to your own dormitory."

Zheng Yi pouted: "No conscience."

Yan Zhuo let out a "huh" in disapproval.

The little four eyes on the upper bunk suddenly said, "That...Yan Zhuo, can you lend me your computer, my computer is a bit stuck and I can't log in.

campus

network. "

Recently, everyone is busy with the defense of the thesis, staying in the dormitory all day long. Only Yan Zhuo has already prepared, so he will have time to go back to the sanatorium to see Song Yan.

Yan Zhuo handed the computer to the upper bunk.

"Thank you." Four Eyes said.

Yan Zhuo waved his hand to say you're welcome, and then said to Zheng Yi, "Are you going?"

"Let's go," Zheng Yi got up and complained while stretching: "However you are good to everyone, you are bad to me."

Yan Zhuo said bluntly, "You are cheap."

Zheng Yi's outstretched arm froze, and smiled at him. The smile was arrogant, and he said in a meaningful way: "We all have a vile side."

He had read all the bits and pieces of the relationship between Yan Zhuo and Song Yan at the wine table yesterday. Yan Zhuo was clearly grasped by Song Yan, and Song Yan... a hopelessly straight man.

Yan Zhuo glared at him without refuting.

Before Zheng Yi left, he reminded: "Control yourself and be reserved, or you won't know how to cry in the future."

In the next few days, Yan Zhuo still hadn't called Song Yan. He vaguely realized that he seemed to have listened to Zheng Yi's words, or maybe... he was tired of his own initiative.

Another Saturday, Yan Zhuo was on his way to the cafeteria when he received a call from Song Qiao.

It was sudden, the first time.

As soon as he picked it up, Song Qiao's anxious voice came from the receiver: "Yan Zhuo, are you in the nursing home? Is Song Yan there? Why didn't he answer the call when I called him."

Yan Zhuo said, "I'm in school now, so I don't know."

"Then can you go to the sanatorium to find him, Song Yaya ran away, Xiaoying and I searched for a long time and couldn't find her." Song Qiao's voice was very anxious, and there was a hint of trembling.

Yan Zhuo frowned and asked, "Have you called the police?"

"It's reported," Song Qiao said, "I'm adjusting the surveillance video. I just wanted to call Song Yan, but he couldn't get through even with his cell phone. Alas! Tell me how these two children are compared to each other. A worry."

Yan Zhuo said, "Don't worry, I went to the sanatorium to find him. Maybe he fell asleep and didn't hear him."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Zhuo strode towards the school gate. After noon, the campus was full of people running back and forth, chattering non-stop, and the sound made him flustered.

Why did Song Yan not answer the phone? His mobile phone has a wake-up function for incoming calls. When someone calls, the voice will be automatically broadcast, and the sound is so loud that there is no such thing as inaudible.

But if the phone is out of power, Song Qiao should manually prompt the phone to be turned off when making a call.

So...what's wrong with thinking about this.

In the spring, the grandparents of the nursing home all rolled out reclining chairs to bask in the afternoon sun, so that when Yan Zhuo arrived at the inpatient department, he was surrounded by a group of enthusiastic elderly people.

"Xiaoyan is back, I haven't seen you for a long time."

"Why did you lose weight? You look a lot haggard. Are you tired from going to school and doing your homework?"

"Aren't you going to graduate? Are you looking for a job? Will you come to a nursing home in the future?"

Everyone, you said every word, I almost buried Yan Zhuo in the crowd.

He took a breath, pinpointed Grandma Yang and asked, "Have you seen Mr. Song today? I'm looking for him for something."