Song Yan got up and suddenly approached him, staring at him deeply: "Really? Did I really think too much?"

Yan Zhuo was frightened by his sudden look, and stumbled back.

Song Yan grabbed him quickly, and with a scoop, hooked Yan Zhuo in front of him.

The two are very close, and the distance is a little dangerous.

Song Yan said, "Yan Zhuo, don't lie to me. I can see if you lie to me."

Yan Zhuo's heart was beating very fast. In order to hide his heart, he pretended to be annoyed and said, "What do you want to see, okay, are you bothered? Go to bed now."

Song Yan frowned, but his hands relaxed.

"I don't bother you anymore," he said.

He silently walked to his bunk and sat down, picked up the book and was in a daze. Yan Zhuo has never been so impatient with him, and he has never been annoyed by him, but now Yan Zhuo is showing more and more disgust towards him day by day.

Is it his way of chasing people? Or Yan Zhuo really let it go, and had no feelings for him at all.

Song Yan glanced at the book, but his mind became a mess.

what to do? What else could he do?

...

Song Yan was in a state of confusion when the phone beside his pillow suddenly rang. He picked it up and saw that it was a call from a person in charge of his studio.

Song Yan glanced at Yan Zhuo, who was looking down and didn't know what he was thinking. Afraid of arguing with Yan Zhuo, he took his mobile phone and went to the outdoor corridor.

As soon as the phone was connected, the person in charge sounded an irritable and flustered voice: "Mr. Song, come back quickly, there is an accident with a student in the studio, and the parents are all arguing over, and they are clamoring to see you. "

Song Yan frowned and asked him, "What happened to the student, what happened?"

"It seems that there was a conflict with another person in the dormitory, and then the two of them started a fight. One of them couldn't fight, and he felt ashamed, so he jumped off the third floor in a fit of anger. Now he has been rescued and lives in the hospital... ...Hey, you said that it's not yet in the college entrance examination, what's the matter?" The person in charge was also worried, and said in a hoarse voice: "Now, the parents of the child who jumped off the building have come and asked us to give it to the studio. People say that our studio has no obligation to supervise and look after it, so we have to pay half of the responsibility."

When the incident happened suddenly, no one would have thought that the usually cheerful teenager would suddenly do such drastic things because of the problem of face. The person in charge was bewildered and overwhelmed, and Song Yan had not been in H City for a while, and he was even more at a loss.

He would only hear Song Yan's voice, and his heart felt much more at ease.

Song Yan asked, "Where's the other student? How are you feeling?"

"Frightened, I asked him to go home first, and let his parents handle the follow-up matters. Now, you have to come back quickly."

"Well, I know," Song Yan pinched his brows, "You stabilize the parents of the students first, and I'll go back tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, Song Yan leaned against the wall irritably and sighed, a heat surged from under his feet to the top of his head.

What's the matter.

Here, Yan Zhuo's matter has not been settled, and his attitude has not eased. There is another incident in the studio over there... It's really bad.

Song Yan was in a bad mood and didn't want Yan Zhuo to see it. He digested his emotions in the corridor for a while before entering the room again.

When he pushed open the door, Yan Zhuo had just finished taking a shower, and there were still drops of water hanging from the ends of his hair. He took the towel around his neck and wiped his face at will, and said to Song Yan, "Have you washed up, hurry up if you haven't. I'm going to sleep with the lights out."

Song Yan didn't speak, put the phone in his pocket, walked to his side and took off the towel to wipe his hair.

"What are you doing?" Yan Zhuo was startled by his actions, making him very uncomfortable.

Song Yan fiddled with his head, trying to arrange the strands of his hair every day as clearly as possible. He said softly, "If you go to sleep if your hair is dry, you will catch a cold."

Yan Zhuo's heart softened, but his mouth still insisted: "I know, is it because I don't have long hands, I want you to come?"

"Well, it does." Song Yan laughed and said following him, "I want it."

"..."

What else could Yan Zhuo say?

He sighed silently, and inwardly reflected on whether he was really being served by Song Yan recently, or why he always wanted to stab Song Yan a few words.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhuo thought about it and said to him, "You don't have to do this to me, I can't adapt to it."

Song Yanzheng carefully wiped his hair for him. Hearing this, he was stunned for a moment. Afterwards, he would say, "Then... how can you adapt?"

Yan Zhuo whispered: "I can't get used to it, and you don't think about how you treated me before..."

"Huh?" Song Yan didn't hear clearly.

"I said—" Yan Zhuo amplified his voice, "Be yourself."

Song Yan laughed and said, "I am who I am now."

Yan Zhuo shook his head: "No, how could Song Yan be so kind to me?"

Song Yan heard these words clearly, he finally couldn't deceive himself, he twisted Yan Zhuo arrogantly and forcefully, so that the two could face each other and look at each other clearly.

"Yan Zhuo," he said softly, "I was wrong in the past, I have been... always bad to you, but I regret it, Yan Zhuo, I really regret it," he seemed to be trying to prove something, Pulling Yan Zhuo's hand to his chest: "Now, I just want to be nice to you, especially nice. I've been looking for you for so long, and I just want to be nice to you for the rest of my life."

"How could it be," Yan Zhuo stared blankly at his chest, "how could it be."

Song Yan felt distressed by his eyes, hated and angered himself in every possible way, why couldn't he treat Yan Zhuo better before.

He raised Yan Zhuo's head, looked directly into his eyes and said, "It's true, you look at me, your eyes won't lie."

Yan Zhuo still didn't trust him: "Is there really someone who waits for another person for three years just because they've only been together for six months?"

Song Yan closed his eyes: "Not because of six months, because of you."