This is not in line with Song Yan's character at all.

Thinking of Song Yan before, Yan Zhuo sighed, Song Yan's attitude towards him before and now is simply worlds apart.

One never dared to think, one never dared to forget.

He may not remember how humble he was in the past, but he still remembers Song Yan's dispensable attitude towards him.

Yan Zhuo was immersed in his own little world, unaware that Song Yan had been staring at him for a while, and he could even tell what he was thinking from his expression.

Song Yanchang patted him and said, "I really want to do one thing now."

Yan Zhuo was still a little stunned when he regained his senses, and without thinking too much, he followed his words and asked, "What?"

Song Yan's eyes deepened, and she whispered, "It's something you can also participate in."

As soon as he finished speaking, he hooked Yan Zhuo's chin and kissed it gently.

"Well."

...

The breeze was blowing gently, picking up the dust from the road. The sunlight passed through the distance between the two people's breaths and shone behind them.

Song Yan gently twisted Yan Zhuo's lips, a little emotional and a little happy, at least this moment, Yan Zhuo did not hide.

After the hooligan finished playing, Song Yan set off again. Before he set off, he glanced at Yan Zhuo. Yan Zhuo was neither unhappy nor embarrassed. On the contrary, he was very calm and calm to the point of indifference.

This made Song Yan inexplicably uncomfortable.

Fifteen minutes later, the motorcycle stopped at the school carport on time. Yan Zhuo took out the car keys, and without paying any attention to Song Yan, he walked towards the teaching building with a bunch of things.

Song Yan pursed his lips and looked at the back of his leaving, unable to tell what he was feeling.

To be precise, Yan Zhuo is a little weird.

If you say he is angry, you can't tell from the face. If you say he is not angry, he has become ignorant again.

It's just... maddening.

Wiping his face, Song Yan felt a strong sense of frustration for the first time.

When Yan Zhuo arrived in the classroom, Zhou Yang was in class with Xiao Zhu. As soon as he saw Yan Zhuo, his head lit up with a gossip radar, and then he blasted Xiao Zhu away.

As soon as Xiao Zhu left, he bent his gossip eyes and asked Yan Zhuo with a smile, "What did Mr. Song do to you?"

"What do you do." Yan Zhuo pretended to be stupid. He didn't want to satisfy Zhou Yang's boring snooping at all, nor did he want to discuss anything about Song Yan with others.

Zhou Yang reminded him: "That's it, didn't he drive me away just to have a date with you alone, and then do some hooligan things?"

"No." Yan Zhuo said, "You think too much."

How can it be! His sixth sense has always been very accurate, okay? Zhou Yang's curiosity could not be satisfied, so he wanted to know more, he asked, "Mr. Song is staying here, isn't it just to wait for you to change your mind?"

This was the first time Yan Zhuo heard someone describe him as "returning his mind", and he suddenly felt amused: "Whatever I change, I have no feelings for him for a long time."

"嘁." Zhou Yang didn't believe it, he couldn't help but say, "You just lied to your heart. If you don't have feelings for him, can you still have this attitude?"

Yan Zhuo asked, "What attitude?"

"You should know best yourself." Zhou Yang shrugged and said unabashedly: "Don't you think you are very entangled now, like you are split into two pieces. The feeling you give me is that you are driving him away while driving him away. It's different when he leaves, he wants to forgive him, but he can't get past his own level."

It is said that the authorities are obsessed and the bystanders are clear, and Yan Zhuo is no exception. He didn't know what he was thinking at all, and after hearing Zhou Yang's words, he became slightly clear.

Zhou Yang looked at his blank eyes and felt a little distressed for him, and asked after a while: "What do you think? Do you want to forgive him? If you want to be together sooner or later, then don't bother, or the other party will be uncomfortable and neither will you. Feel good."

"I don't know," Yan Zhuo said loudly, "I really don't know."

There was a time when Song Yan also treated him very well, making him think that he could warm Song Yan and then get Song Yan's love, but unfortunately he couldn't do it when he arrived.

But now, Song Yan was suddenly very kind to him, as if he really wanted to give him love, but he didn't dare to ask for it.

and……

Yan Zhuo suddenly looked out the window, as if remembering something long-lasting.

"Do you think the living can outperform the dead?" he asked.

Zhou Yang didn't understand it, but he instinctively said it was not a good word. He frowned and asked, "What are the living and dead? Can you speak a little more auspiciously."

Yan Zhuo lowered his head and said nothing.

He thought: I just want someone who loves me wholeheartedly, who can love me without distractions.

Chapter 57 Because It's You

Yan Zhuo kept dawdling until he went to bed before returning to the dormitory. He couldn't explain why, and he didn't know why, he didn't really want to face Song Yan now.

He was confused and embarrassed.

The entanglement is that he did not reject Song Yan's kiss, the embarrassment is that he may not quite want to... reject it.

When he entered the door, Song Yan was still awake, leaning lazily on the head of the bed, holding a book in his hand.

Seeing him, Song Yan narrowed his eyes and asked straight to the point, "Are you hiding from me?"

Yan Zhuo paused while hanging his jacket, and said dutifully, "You think too much."

Song Yan was aggressive: "Then you came back so late?"

Yan Zhuo said concisely: "Work overtime."

Song Yan closed the book with a snap: "Will you work overtime until 10 p.m.?"

Yan Zhuo suddenly became angry when he heard his questioning, and said coldly, "You still have no end."

As soon as he mentioned his volume, Song Yan's tone suddenly softened. Song Yan said, "I don't want you to avoid me, Yan Zhuo, it's unnecessary."

He came to solve the problem, to save Yan Zhuo, and he didn't want his actions to push Yan Zhuo farther and farther.

Yan Zhuo couldn't bear Song Yan talking to him like this, he sighed and said, "You really...don't think too much, go to bed earlier."