"You used to—" Yan Zhuo wanted to say, you used to be calm, rational, and extremely self-disciplined, not as stubborn as you are now, let alone jealous for no reason, naive like a three- or four-year-old child.

"Ah." With a sigh, Yan Zhuo finally didn't say anything. Forget it, he thought, Song Yan wouldn't listen if he said it.

Song Yan was stinged by his helpless expression, and asked dryly, "Why didn't you say it?"

"No need," Yan Zhuo pouted, "I'm going to work."

That night, as soon as Yan Zhuo entered the dormitory, he saw a lot of snacks and desserts piled up on his table.

He was stunned for two seconds, then turned to ask another person in the room, "You bought this?"

Song Yan nodded, with some pride that could not be concealed between his eyebrows: "It's me." He smiled: "This is all your favorite food."

Seeing him like that, Yan Zhuo snorted, picked up a bag of potato chips and said, "I never eat this stuff."

"..."

"And this," Yan Zhuo picked up another box of chocolates, "I don't like it very much either."

"..."

Yan Zhuo was speechless and asked him, "Where did you hear that I like these?"

Song Yan touched his nose and cursed Zhou Yang inwardly.

"I guess." Song Yan said.

"Haha, then your guess is really accurate, one guess is wrong."

"..."

Yan Zhuo looked at Song Yan's obviously thin face and felt a little helpless: "You don't have to try to please me, I don't need this."

Song Yan asked, "Then what do you need?"

"I need you to leave," Yan Zhuo looked at him, "Can you do it?"

Song Yan was silent.

Yan Zhuo lowered his eyes: "Look, you can't do it."

Song Yan continued to be silent.

He really couldn't do it, and the last thing he couldn't promise right now was to leave Yan Zhuo. He managed to find the person in front of him, and he would not leave him unless he was mad and stupid.

Yan Zhuo saw that he was not good enough, and continued to do ideological work: "Do you know that your presence here has affected my work? You may feel fine because you have money, you don't care, but I can't, I have nothing now. , I only have this job left."

Hearing the last two sentences, Song Yan felt a pain in his heart, and he said anxiously, "You can go back to City H with me, what I have is yours, and you will not have nothing."

Yan Zhuo was startled, then looked at him angrily: "Why are you so selfish, I have friends and jobs here, why should I go back to H City with you?"

Song Yan saw that he was getting emotional, and immediately smoothed his hair: "Then I will stay with you."

No matter what Song Yan said, Yan Zhuo didn't want to hear it anymore. He found that he and Song Yan had nothing to say. They couldn't go back to the past. Song Yan couldn't do anything to stay here, why Song Yan didn't understand.

"You don't really think you'll be able to turn me back by being here, do you?" Yan Zhuo simply said cruelly, "Stop dreaming."

He walked to the desk, picked up a small mirror, slammed it to the ground, pointed at the fragments and said to Song Yan excitedly, "See? A broken mirror can't be reunited, let alone—" He closed his eyes , in a hoarse voice: "We have never had a complete mirror between us."

Yan Zhuo's behavior of smashing the mirror stimulated Song Yan, and finally gave out an outlet for the emotions he had been holding back for days.

"What do you think?" Yan Zhuo calmed down, "The pile of debris on the ground is the best interpretation of my feelings for you."

"Heh," Song Yan laughed angrily at his words, and couldn't help but forcefully asked: "If you don't love me, you will be in this industry as soon as you graduate? If you don't love me, you will pretend that you don't know me and pretend to be deaf? You If you don't love me, why are you-"

"You stop being selfish!" Yan Zhuo interrupted him, "What I do is my business, and it has nothing to do with you!"

Song Yan was tired and pinched his brows: "Yan Zhuo, don't lie to yourself, okay?"

Yan Zhuo's lips trembled slightly, and Song Yan's expressionless words caused his emotions to collapse in an instant, followed by grievances and sadness pouring out.

He choked and said, "Why are you? Why are you?"

At the beginning, you didn't cherish my feelings, and you never treated me as a lover, but now you may regret it, saying that you need to save me, so what do you think of me? !

"Am I the toy that you picked up if you didn't like it and disliked it?" Yan Zhuo roared.

The hidden pain in Yan Zhuo's eyes was like a thin needle piercing into Song Yan's heart, causing his heart to hurt and his eyes warm.

He slammed Yan Zhuo into his arms and put his chin on his shoulder: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Yan Zhuo. It's my fault, it's all my fault."

Yan Zhuo had never heard Song Yan say "I'm sorry", and he was a little too late to respond. He was still in a daze when he heard Song Yan say again: "I will put the mirrors together and make it complete."

And what I owe you, what hurts you, I will pay back and make up for it.

I certainly will.

Chapter 54 Small Motorcycle

The mirror shattered into 31 pieces in total, and Song Yan, in the shape of a small triangle, could not be found no matter how he looked.

Sighing helplessly, Song Yan had to put the rest together first. He carefully squeezed the glue between the two pieces, and it was able to stick, but it was not strong at first sight.

Song Yan picked it up and looked at it. With a "snack", the pieces that had just been glued were separated again.

...

He really took it.

Song Yan had not done such meticulous work in eight hundred years, so it would be really overwhelmed. He used the browser to search for a long time before gradually finding a way.

When Yan Zhuo came back, Song Yan was still fighting, and saw that he was smashing pieces with one hand, and the other hand was tapping on the table, looking like he was running out of patience.

Yan Zhuo kindly reminded him: "If you can't fight it, just throw it away, don't turn around and fall to the ground and cut your foot."

Song Yan was not very happy to hear this, and said stubbornly: "I said that if you can do it well, you will definitely do it well."