Song Yan didn't smoke the cigarette, he just bit the cigarette butt and leaned against the wall lazily.

"Do you still remember the photo enshrined on the long table at Xinqiao?" he asked suddenly.

Yan Zhuo said with a "hmm", "I remember."

"Her name is Tao Xin, she's Song Qiao's wife, so..." Song Yan paused and said, "She's my adoptive mother."

Yan Zhuo looked at him, and for the first time saw a soft expression on his face, similar to... gentle.

"I was brought up by her since I was a child, so I'm closer to her than Song Qiao."

"I see," Yan Zhuo said understandingly, "no wonder you kept that recording for so many years."

Song Yan took off the cigarette from her mouth and wrapped her fingertips in a circle: "But she passed away when I was a freshman in high school."

"Ah?" Yan Zhuo didn't understand the timeline for a moment, "Didn't Ya Ya just born that year?"

"Ok."

Song Yan said, "My adoptive mother...she has congenital heart disease and can't have children, but she always wants..." He thought about his words, "You want a child with her own blood, do you understand? This is something I and the other kids can't bring to her, even though she loves us."

"So from the day she left, every time I faced Song Yaya, I felt awkward. It was convenient because she continued the blood of my adoptive mother, and I wanted to love her. On the other hand...I can't deny that I am very Hate that her birth took my adoptive mother's life."

"I'll never see her again."

Yan Zhuo's heart suffocated, holding his hand, very understanding of his mood.

Song Yan is an awkward person and a person who attaches great importance to feelings. Especially those you care about.

That's why he kept the recordings from several years ago until now, just to miss a person who has passed away for many years.

Yan Zhuo's palm was very hot, which warmed Song Yan a little. He continued: "Song Qiao was afraid that Song Yaya would inherit Tao Xin's disease, so she would visit the hospital regularly for check-ups since she was very young. There was nothing abnormal at first, she was just thinner than her peers. Until she was six years old In the year of the primary school entrance examination, the doctor detected that she also had congenital heart disease."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Zhuo couldn't wait to ask, "Then you didn't have surgery?"

"Done."

"Then now...?"

"Relapsed."

Yan Zhuo only went back to school the next morning. The bench in the hospital was very hard. He hadn't slept all night, and now he was very tired.

Yawning into the dormitory building, Yan Zhuo bumped into Zheng Yi.

Zheng Yi looked at the cyan under his eyes and the eyelids that were about to droop to the bottom of his eyes, and snorted softly: "Going to wave again."

Yan Zhuo was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, so he waved his hand to say hello, and wanted to bypass him.

Zheng Yi stopped him, handed him the bread he had just bought, and said uncontrollably, "Go back and look in the mirror to see how tired you are. It is now a senior year, and we are about to enter the society. Can you think more about yourself and think about your future?"

Yan Zhuo knew that he had a knives and tofu heart, which he could tell from breakfast, so he didn't reply, but nodded obediently to show that he had listened.

When he got back to the dormitory, Yan Zhuo didn't care about other people's questions. He didn't change his clothes and wrapped the quilt over his head, and fell asleep. He slept for a long time.

Since knowing that Song Yaya was hospitalized, Yan Zhuo has started a three-point and one-line life.

Hospital, school, Song Yan's house.

No matter how strong and forbearing Song Qiao is, it is not iron-clad, someone always needs to change shifts with him and take care of Song Yaya together.

At first they discussed hiring a nurse, but Song Yaya refused. She was already weak at the time, but she still resented any unfamiliar approaching her.

Stubborn is exactly the same as Song Yan.

Song Yan's eyes couldn't see, it was very troublesome to take things and send things to take care of others. Song Xiaoying was a child and had to go to school, so Yan Zhuo took care of some things.

including nursing care.

Nursing is the most tiring thing in the world. During that time, he was busy with school and graduation, and he also went to the hospital to accompany Song Yan to take care of Song Yaya.

Really exhausted and exhausted.

Things turned around in mid-May. Song Yaya's condition had improved visibly, and her complexion had improved.

After another day in bed, when Yan Zhuo went back to school again, he saw a friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

Chapter 44 Bitter and Sweet

Yan Zhuo slowly walked towards Xu Yue and asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

Xu Yue stood at the school gate with a backpack, smiled and said, "I'm here to play with you."

In fact, she took a leave from school to return to the nursing home to see her grandmother. After getting off the train station, she suddenly thought that it was not far from Yan Zhuo's school, so she stopped by to see Yan Zhuo.

Yan Zhuo smiled, took her bag naturally, and said as he walked to the campus, "Why didn't you tell me in advance?"

Xu Yue rolled her eyes and pouted, "Look at your phone."

Yan Zhuo turned on the phone and glanced at it. Xu Yue sent him a message an hour ago.

"I'm sorry," Yan Zhuo explained, scratching his head, "I just fell asleep on the bus and didn't see it."

"I see," Xu Yue said, "you're tired."

Although Yan Zhuoxian was thin, there was still a little flesh on his cheeks. Now his cheeks are slightly sunken, his eyes are dull, and he can feel his exhaustion without looking closely.

It is two o'clock in the afternoon, and there is no one on campus. Yan Zhuo thought that Xu Yue might have brought her to a private restaurant in the school before she had lunch.

Yan Zhuo handed her the menu: "You can order whatever you want. I'll treat you this time. I'm a little sleepy. I'll wake up after squinting for ten minutes." There was a nap on the table.

Are you so sleepy? ? ?

Xu Yue sighed, how boring it is to eat by herself.

After a while, Yan Zhuo raised his head abruptly as soon as the order was served on the table. He had a bad dream for a short period of confusion, and now he is sweating.