Song Yan strode towards the school as soon as he got out of the car. Even though it was less than 200 meters, he felt like he had run a whole marathon. At this time, his chest was still slightly heaving, and his mood was very unstable.

"Yan Zhuo." He panted slightly, clenching the hand hanging by his side tightly, the veins throbbing on the back of his hand.

I finally found you. Song Yan thought.

finally.

So long, so long.

Now that the person who was thinking about it was in front of him, he resisted the urge to run over and hug Yan Zhuo tightly.

He was afraid that Yan Zhuo would be frightened, and he was even more afraid that he would run away.

Yan Zhuo is very white, his mouth is very red, the outer corners of his eyes are slightly drooping, and there is a small mole between his eyebrows.

very nice.

Before seeing him, Song Yan couldn't imagine what he looked like, but after seeing him, he felt that it should be like this.

It doesn't get any better than this.

Song Yan always regretted that there was no photo of Yan Zhuo. At this moment, he finally realized his obsession.

I have seen your appearance.

I don't know what went wrong, how did Song Yan recognize him, the moment Yan Zhuo heard his name, he suddenly felt like the dust had settled.

Forget it, some sins cannot be avoided.

Yan Zhuo asked, "Didn't you... leave?"

Zhou Yang still didn't understand what was going on. He asked Song Yan, "Did the car break down? Or did Xiao Zhu crash the car?"

Song Yan calmed down and said calmly, "None of them, I want to come back myself."

"Oh..." Zhou Yang nodded, suddenly realizing what was wrong.

"Then... What about Xiao Zhu? Where did Xiao Zhu go?" Zhou Yang asked with wide eyes, as if someone had kidnapped Xiao Zhu.

Song Yan's mind was full of Yan Zhuo at the moment, and he didn't bother to pay attention to him at all. After listening to his questions, he simply said coldly, "You call him."

Song Yan's aura was so cold that Zhou Yang quickly closed his mouth. He glanced at Yan Zhuo, who was stunned, and only then did he reflect the strange atmosphere between them, and suddenly some monks were confused.

Maybe it's because he's watched a lot of romance dramas recently, and he always feels that their relationship is unusual, especially when they look at each other, they automatically form a solid barrier and can't hold a third person at all.

Zhou Yang touched his nose inexplicably, it would be better for him to slip away first.

Zhou Yang said: "Eh... Then what, you can talk slowly, I have something else to do first."

Now that Song Yan had recognized him, Yan Zhuo didn't want to hide anymore. He sat down on the chair and asked, "Are you coming back to catch up with me?"

"No," Song Yan raised his foot and walked over the steps to his side, "I left something and wanted to come back to get it."

His tone was serious, Yan Zhuo believed it to be true, and cursed himself inwardly. He was self-indulgent again, and people didn't want to catch up with him at all.

Yan Zhuo sneered, took out a bunch of keys from his pocket and handed it to him: "The golden one is the dormitory key, you can get it if you forget anything."

Song Yan took the key and glanced at it, and put it in his trousers pocket. He didn't intend to fetch anything, nor did he intend to return the key to Yan Zhuo. He just stood up straight and didn't leave without speaking.

Yan Zhuo felt uncomfortable being stared at by him, and asked angrily, "What on earth are you trying to do?"

Song Yan lowered his eyes, what did he want? He didn't think about it, he just ran back by instinct, the moment he heard Yan Zhuo's name.

At that moment, he felt that his heart had stopped, and it would start beating again. With Yan Zhuo by his side, he was really... very happy.

Yan Zhuo couldn't hear him speak, and became more and more angry, wrinkled his face, and his voice suddenly rose: "You talk!"

Song Yan smiled, he never knew Yan Zhuo's expression would be so cute, he stretched out his hand to touch Yan Zhuo's head, but restrained himself again.

He can't be in a hurry.

Song Yan lowered his hand, hooked his lips and said, "You are still so easily irritable."

Ah.

Yan Zhuo laughed angrily at his words, and didn't know who was more likely to be irritable. He still can't forget the way Song Yan smashed things everywhere when he lived in 108.

"Aren't you guilty of saying this?" Yan Zhuo asked him.

"Guilty." Song Yan replied obediently.

"..." Song Yan became more and more unruly, and Yan Zhuo was speechless. He asked silently, "Why are you coming back?"

Song Yan didn't answer his question, but instead asked, "Why are you pretending to be dumb?"

Yan Zhuo pulled the corner of his mouth and said perfunctorily, "I'm happy."

OK. Song Yan nodded, reluctantly accepting this cliché. He moved to sit face to face next to Yan Zhuo, and continued to ask, "Did you recognize me from the beginning?"

Yan Zhuo said indifferently, "I'm not blind."

Song Yan was choked by his words, he moved his throat slightly and asked, "More than two years... how are you doing?"

As he got closer, the familiar smell came to his face, Yan Zhuo's nose was sour, he blinked his eyes, and said lightly: "Your eyes are not all clear, why can't you see it?"

These two sentences were both sarcastic and ironic. Song Yan was already angry before, but in fact, Yan Zhuo also hoped that he would be angry, and it was best to run him away.

In this way, hello to me, hello to everyone, it is best to stay away from each other.

What he didn't expect was that Song Yan was not angry, not even the slightest sullen look on his face.

Song Yan said, "Well, I can't see it."

"..."

What a fist on cotton, that's it.

Too lazy to say more, Yan Zhuo stretched out his hand: "Give me back my keys, I still have work to do, stay here as long as you like, I don't care about you."

It was still impossible to return it, Song Yan stood up and said, "I'm not leaving, I'll be staying here for the time being, and I'll return it to you when I'm assigned the key."

"You..." Yan Zhuo frowned and was interrupted by Song Yan just as he was about to refuse and drive him away.

Song Yan reminded: "Twice, I donated money to your school twice."

"..."