"..." Yan Zhuo was speechless, "Isn't this nonsense."

Song Yan straightened up and smiled lightly. Not only was he blind, he was also blind. He often doesn't care about Yan Zhuo's emotions, let the other party pay him unconditionally, and he enjoys everything the other party pays with peace of mind but never responds. Every time he thinks of this, he will regret it very much.

After he regained his sight, he once met Jiao Jing slightly. Jiao Jingwei told him a lot of things, including the day Yan Zhuo left.

The day Yan Zhuo left, he was injured and in a bad mood, but because he couldn't see it, he didn't know all of this. Until now, he couldn't imagine how Yan Zhuo dragged his body to his house to find him. Maybe at that time Yan Zhuo just wanted a comfort and a hug, but he didn't give it. He could instinctively give it. He didn't, but instead he hurt Yan Zhuo the most.

Song Yan closed his eyes in pain. This was a scene he felt like a knife in his heart every time he thought about it for the past two or three years.

Yan Zhuo didn't know the thoughts in his mind, but when he was chattering, he reached out and poked him: "Are you still going?"

"Let's go." Song Yan got into the car, "Hold me tight."

Yan Zhuo thought for two seconds, stretched out his arms, and slowly wrapped his arms around his waist.

Chapter 55

There are many people going to the market in the morning market, and it is full of people at a glance. Yan Zhuo and Song Yan struggled to move through the crowd. If they didn't pay attention, they might not see each other when they turned around.

Yan Zhuo saw that Song Yan's face was turning green, he wanted to laugh and held back, he said with relief, "Today is a temple fair, so there are a lot of people."

An aunt next to him bought a fish, and the fish tail touched Song Yan's hand with moisture. He gave a cold "ha" and said coolly, "It's really lively."

Yan Zhuo thought he was too busy, so he spread his hands and asked, "So, why do you have to come?"

Song Yan glanced at him: "Why don't you know me?"

Of course Yan Zhuo knew it, but he was about to be stubborn: "How do I know."

It was already crowded, and the distance between people was very close, so Song Yan would simply put his arms around his waist and say in his ear, "Because of you."

"..." Yan Zhuo blushed with naked eyes, he quickly turned his head away, and lowered his eyes silently.

Song Yan smiled lightly, thinking in his heart: The browser is right, it's better to chase after it than to flirt.

After a while, when Yan Zhuo was about to finish shopping, he asked Song Yanyi, "What do you want to buy?"

Song Yan was watching the uncle chop meat, and when he heard the words, he said, "I have nothing to buy."

"..." Yan Zhuo glared at him: "Then you have to follow me!"

Song Yan gave a "uh", thought carefully and said, "Is there a stationery store here?"

Yan Zhuote said speechlessly: "This is the morning market, of course not."

"..."

Yan Zhuo really convinced him and asked, "What are you going to buy at the stationery store?"

"Glue." Song Yan said.

No matter how hard he tried, the pile of mirror fragments couldn't be put together firmly. He suspected that the glue was not sticky enough.

Yan Zhuo said: "I'll buy it later when I go back. I remember there seems to be one on the way."

"Well." Song Yan reminded him, "The mirror will be ready soon."

"..."

Yan Zhuo paused, he could pretend that the stationery store had closed down.

After shopping, Yan Zhuo and Song Yan walked to the parking lot, where their little motorcycles were parked.

The rows of shops on the roadside have just opened their doors, and the shopkeepers yawned before waking up, and they started a busy day.

Song Yan sighed: "This is so different from H City."

"Yeah," Yan Zhuo said, "the days are long in Nancheng, so the shop opens very early."

"Then won't you feel comfortable going to H city?"

"Yes," Yan Zhuo frowned, as if remembering something particularly unbearable, "especially the weather in H City, I couldn't get used to it until my senior year, it was too cold."

Song Yan liked to hear him talk about this kind of thing, and asked, "What else?"

"And..." Yan Zhuo tilted his head and thought for a while, "And your eating habits, I couldn't get used to it at first, and with you, it's going to get dark at three or four in the afternoon, and you are on the road at eight or nine in the evening. There will be no more people, how to develop nightlife." He said with a smile: "It's not like our Nancheng, the nightlife is very rich."

nightlife? Song Yan raised his eyebrows, and he asked with an "oh", "What kind of nightlife is there?"

Yan Zhuo said: "That's too much, I can't finish it all at once."

Song Yan nodded and asked casually, "Then do you go there often?"

"Of course I—" Yan Zhuo found himself talking more and more, stopped in time, and said fiercely, "It's none of your business."

Song Yan snorted coldly, and wanted to say something, but Yan Zhuo suddenly stopped and said, "The parking lot is here, go and pick up the car, I'll wait for you here."

Song Yan gave him a sideways look: "Come with me."

"Do not."

"You want to change the subject, right?" Song Yan saw his plan, squinting like a fox, "I won't let you do it."

"..."

Yan Zhuo was simply too lazy to take these few steps. He didn't think about it at all. He winked at Song Yan and said innocently, "Can you not be so confident all the time? To you..." He pretended to be disdainful. He laughed loudly: "Is it worth my mind to change the subject?"

What is being despised, that's all. I didn't expect that Yan Zhuo's ability to ridicule people would grow so fast after not seeing him for a few years. Song Yan sighed, he actually had a strange feeling of "my family is just growing up".

He touched Yan Zhuo's head and warned, "Then wait here, don't run around."

Yan Zhuo was stunned for a while, this sentence is too familiar, this is what he used to say to Song Yanchang when he looked after him, but he never thought that he could hear it from Song Yan's mouth today.

After Song Yan left, Yan Zhuo stayed on the side of the road boredly, with a group of children playing glass marbles next to him, and he walked over curiously.

When one of the children saw Yan Zhuo, he gave a sly smile, and then deliberately hit the marbles under his feet, and he almost fell to the ground without paying attention.