"Ok?"

At first I thought it was just a small thing, he would come back as long as he calmed down. but now……

Song Yan lowered his eyes and whispered, "I called him many times, but he didn't answer."

A lot of communication, starting from when he heard Yan Zhuo's recording.

But never got connected.

"He may be..." Song Yan's eyes were deep, he looked into the distance heavily, guessing: "I've already been blocked."

Song Yan couldn't help thinking: Who said that the real departure was silent, they were arguing so fiercely, didn't Yan Zhuo still leave?

Before Yan Zhuo left, he said a lot of sad things. In fact, he couldn't tell which one was true and which one was false.

But now he understands, at least there is one sentence among so many accusations and grievances... There is one sentence Yan Zhuo should be serious.

"I don't want you anymore".

Yan Zhuo...I really don't want him anymore.

Song Qiao didn't know how much conflict they had, so he said to Song Yan, "Go find him if you block it."

"I..." Song delay paused suspiciously.

"What are you afraid of?" Song Qiao saw his hesitation, and taught him: "You have never been afraid of anything since you were young, how come Yan Zhuo has retreated, he doesn't come to you, you go to him, the road is up to you Under your feet, how to go and where to go, you should know best."

Where you want to go is where you want to go.

Chapter 48 Bubble

After coming out of the cemetery, Song Yan and Song Qiao bid farewell to the Academy of Fine Arts.

He had been here before, so he quickly found Yan Zhuo's academy.

To his disappointment, the senior students got their diplomas early and all left the school yesterday afternoon.

Song Yan lowered his head in disappointment, and a sense of despair overwhelmed him.

He seems to always be one step behind.

Nuo University's campus was full of people, and countless unfamiliar faces flashed in his eyes.

But there was no boy named Yan Zhuo inside.

The idiot who always revolves around him, no matter how embarrassed he is, he doesn't feel embarrassed.

 …

Time passed by, and the second month after Song Yan's operation, he went back to the Ningkang Sanatorium.

There he met a lot of people, and he also recognized some people by their voices.

Among them, Xu Yue was included.

In fact, Song Yan's return this time is also selfish. He knows that Xu Yue and Yan Zhuo have a good relationship. Perhaps, Xu Yue can contact Yan Zhuo.

It would be noon, and there were a lot of people coming and going to eat in the cafeteria. The two of them stood blankly in the hospital hall, which was a little awkward.

"I can't contact him." Xu Yue whispered.

She was telling the truth, she really couldn't get in touch with Yan Zhuo.

The last hope was dashed, Song Yan said hoarsely, "Then do you know where his hometown is?"

Xu Yue said, "South City."

"South City..." Song Yan murmured and repeated, it was a place far away from H City.

"Do you know more specifically?" Song Yan asked.

Xu Yue shook her head, Yan Zhuo only told her where his hometown was, as for his home address...

Xu Yue said: "He never told me his home address. I think the most clear information should be you."

Song Yan stopped and swallowed his dry throat: "I..."

Xu Yue said, "Are you asking these questions to find him?"

"Ok."

Xu Yue frowned: "Don't go, even if you find their home, you won't be able to see him."

Song Yan was stunned when he heard the words.

Xu Yue said: "There is no one in his family anymore."

Song Yan pursed his lips and was stunned for a long time before asking, "What...meaning?"

I don't know that Xu Yue really lost her temper after Song Yan's question, she sighed and explained, "His father has passed away for several years, and his mother has a new family. He has no relatives and no one cares about him, so you It's no use going to his house, you can't find him."

No matter how Song Yan thought about it, he never thought it would be such a situation. His throat was so dry that he couldn't speak. After a while, he spoke slowly in a hoarse voice: "These...I have never heard him say it before."

Xu Yue sneered: "How could he say that?"

Song Yan closed his eyes, yes, how could Yan Zhuo say that, he never showed any concern and curiosity about Yan Zhuo.

So...how could Yan Zhuo say that?

It was obviously dog ​​days, but his heart was frozen into ice, and layers of sadness poured out uncontrollably.

It's ridiculous, it's probably retribution, what he has been ignoring is what he is most eager for now, and what he is most eager for can no longer be found.

Xu Yue still has things to do, so she will leave after saying goodbye to Song Yan politely.

Song Yan stopped her again.

"Maybe..." he said hard, "Do you have any... photos of Yan Zhuo?"

The man in front of him rarely showed a trace of loss and longing on his face, no longer indifferent and aloof.

But Xu Yue didn't mean to pity him at all.

"I don't." Xu Yue said. She glanced at Song Yan lightly, then turned her head and left.

In fact, what she had was a photo of Yan Zhuo's face half-faced in a daze. It was taken secretly by her, and it contained her indescribable love.

So, she won't give it to anyone.

Song Yan slowly walked to the door of 108, quietly looking at the number.

This is where he lived for half a year, and where he and Yan Zhuo had their first intimate relationship.

He opened the door gently.

Although he has not lived in it for a long time, it seems that someone cleans it every day, the room is very clean, and the green radishes on the windowsill are also well-kept.

He paced to the edge of the bed and sat down, staring out of boredom in a daze.

It was suddenly very boring, and my heart was empty, as if it had been stabbed by some kind of sharp blade, and the wind was leaking out.