How could he be so blind.

How could he be so stupid.

How...how did he notice it?

"What? You haven't heard of Meng Cheng?" Jiao Jing glanced at him strangely.

"Yeah." Yan Zhuo lied.

Jiao Jing pursed her lips slightly: "Aren't you sleeping in the guest room? It's all Meng Cheng's stuff, you should have seen it."

Yan Zhuo smiled bitterly: "No..."

I slept in the living room, on the sofa.

From there is my position, my position in Song Yan's heart.

As soon as the door opened, I could be pushed away by him at any time.

Jiao Jingwei probably realized that she had said something wrong, so she bit her lower lip and stopped talking.

The speeding scenery passed by the window, and Yan Zhuo's mind was showing the little things he had with Song Yan in his mind.

What went wrong?

Maybe he was wrong.

In the beginning, it wasn't right.

At the gate of the community, Yan Zhuo got out of the car. The sun hit him directly, but he was cold all over.

Without waiting for Jiao Jingwei to say goodbye, Yan Zhuo nodded and said goodbye before walking into the community.

He didn't dare to look back, he was afraid of being seen at his ugliest side.

The humble and embarrassing side.

When Yan Zhuo knocked on the door, Song Yan was drinking water, and he slowly walked to the door after drinking the water.

Yan Zhuo saw him and called out, "Song Yan."

Song Yan was a little surprised when he heard his voice: "Why are you here?"

"Can't I come?" Yan Zhuo asked hard, staring at him.

Song Yan frowned, Yan Zhuo was obviously in a bad mood.

"I didn't think so." Song Yan wanted to pull him after saying that.

Yan Zhuo easily escaped, and walked into the living room without changing his shoes. Then he said coldly: "I have something to tell you."

Song Yan's hand was so stiff in the air, at a loss as to what to do, he slowly curled up his fingers, and it took a long time to ask, "What's the matter?"

Yan Zhuo said straight to the point: "Can I go to your guest room to take a look?"

Song Yan frowned upon hearing the word "guest room" and asked strangely, "What are you doing?"

Yan Zhuo: "Appreciate and appreciate."

He spoke yin and yang in a strange way, which was uncomfortable in Song Yan's ears. Before he could respond, Yan Zhuo asked again stubbornly, "Can I go to your guest room to take a look?"

"..."

In Yan Zhuo's view, Song Yan's hesitation was not allowed, it was a rejection.

He lowered his head and asked self-deprecatingly, "Am I not worthy of appreciation? After all, your most important good friend once lived there. How can I be like him?"

Song Yan was stunned, and rarely hesitated: "You—"

"I'm what," Yan Zhuo smiled bitterly, "I'll ask you—isn't it?"

"He likes yours, doesn't he," Yan Zhuo asked, "do you like him?"

Song Yan was one big and two big, and he temporarily felt that he didn't need to explain so much to Yan Zhuo. Meng Cheng was his best friend, and he never forgot to protect him at the last moment of his life. He really didn't want to whip out his feelings on the spot.

It's so unscrupulous and disgusting.

Song Yan couldn't give Yan Zhuo the answer he wanted, and he really wanted him to calm down, so he said dryly, "Don't be jealous, blindly jealous, these are nothing."

Yan Zhuo sighed in his heart and said, "What jealous of me, do I deserve it? What can I be jealous of, jealous that he died for you? Seriously," he sneered: "I fought with a dead man. What's the point?"

Song Yan's temple jumped, and he said solemnly, "Don't talk about it."

"But he's dead."

"I know, so I told you to stop talking."

Why don't you dare to face it or let me mention it, do you still miss him? do you like him? Have you ever had feelings for him?

It's not that you don't like men, you just don't like me.

Unable to tell what his mood was at this moment, Yan Zhuo only felt that he had finally found an exit after being lost in the cold ice field for half a year.

He's going to be free.

Love is as deep as it is, and hate is as deep as it is.

Yan Zhuo was in pain, so he had to pull Song Yan in pain.

"He's dead, he's dead, he'll never live, he can only lie on the ground and watch you—"

"Bam—"

"...sleeping with another man."

Song Yan pushed him against the wall, frowning, gnashing his teeth and restraining his facial muscles: "Pay attention to your words, don't force me to turn my back."

So happy.

It was such a joy to be hit against a hard wall like that.

Yan Zhuo resisted the nausea rushing from the acid in his stomach to his throat.

It was painful, it was painful, it was so painful.

Yan Zhuo thought: You can't see me, I have a wound on my face, a wound on my body, and my whole body hurts, but you can't see me.

You can't see so you can hurt, and you don't think I'll react when I'm pushed against a cold wall.

I'll be fine anyway, just like any previous quarrel, I'll digest it, heal it, and come back to you.

After a while, Song Yan let go of him, and his voice dropped, as if coaxing and helpless: "Don't make a fool of yourself, okay?"

Do you think I'm just messing with you? Yan Zhuo blinked bitterly.

Then let me be a little more presumptuous.

"No one wants to be blind, you." He burst out suddenly and roared.

The word "blind" touched Song Yan's nerves, he was a little lost, his hand gradually relaxed, and he asked in disbelief, "What did you say?"

"I said that you blind man is not only blind, but also blind in heart. He complains all day long and puts on a cold face as if no one owes you anything. You never take it seriously when others treat you well. You have never cared about me, whether I am tired or not, and how things are going on with your graduation. You have never asked me about these things, and you haven't even said a word, so you deserve no one, and you deserve to leave everyone who is nice to you. You go." Yan Zhuo spoke upside down, remembering what to say, and when he said that at the end, a strong sense of despair had torn him to pieces, and overwhelming sadness swept through the sky.