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"Okay," Song Yan nodded, "then I'll ask you another way, why you cry because I didn't take the bracelet away, anyway, you should always cry because of me."
Song Yan's skin is very white, and the red agate looks beautiful on his wrist. Yan Zhuo stared at it for a while before saying, "Actually, I'm very confused."
Song Yan asked, "What are you struggling with?"
I want to forgive you, and I want to torture you, but once you leave, I don't know what to do.
Yan Zhuo swallowed his throat, suddenly choked, and said a little embarrassedly, "I think I'm done."
If Song Yan was one of the few scramblings, then Yan Zhuo's tears must be one of the best.
As long as Yan Zhuo cried, even if it was just a little cry, he would feel a tingling in his heart.
Song Yan gently pressed Yan Zhuo's head on his shoulder, and said softly, "You won't finish, I won't let you finish."
"But..." Yan Zhuo sobbed softly, "You...you don't say anything, I don't know anything, I will think and guess, I want to forgive you, forgive you for all the things you did to me in the past. Not good, but I can't find the opening, the opening that can convince myself."
He was also very helpless. On the one hand, he told himself to stay away from Song Yan, otherwise he would get hurt again, but on the other hand, he couldn't help but want to get closer.
The fact that he likes Song Yan is his deep-rooted instinct.
He can feel Song Yan's kindness to him and his indulgence during this period of time. He is not a fool, but the more he does this, the more afraid he will become, afraid of repeating the same mistakes, afraid that they will not reach the end...
If, at that time, he lost Song Yan again, what should he do?
Another three years, six years or nine years?
Every time he thinks of this, he doesn't even dare to try.
Song Yan was tossed to death by his words, so she hugged him tightly and said, "I'll tell you everything you want to know."
Tell you everything.
Yan Zhuo suddenly stopped sobbing, he raised his head and blinked, Baba looked at Song Yan and asked, "So what?"
so……
Song Yan closed his eyes: "I like you."
I like you.
Yan Zhuo did not expect that he would hear this sentence on this occasion today.
Song Yan asked, "Do you want to hear what I have to say?"
Yan Zhuo shook his head, his head was blank now, and he couldn't think of anything.
Song Yan looked at him deeply: "Then listen, let me tell you."
For a while, Song Yan didn't know where to start, so Song Yan started talking about recent events.
He said: "I went back this time because a student in the studio had an accident, and the matter was not small. I need to communicate with the parents to deal with it. When the deal is done, I will come back and I won't stay for a moment."
Hearing the word "accident", Yan Zhuo asked, "Is it serious?"
Song Yan really didn't want him to worry, so he said, "It's okay."
Afraid that he would not be at ease, Song Yan said again: "Don't worry, I will deal with it as soon as possible and come back as soon as possible."
"I..." Yan Zhuo felt that he had been misunderstood, and quickly explained, "I never thought of giving you all the time together."
"Well, I know," Song Yan smiled, "I want to stick to you all the time."
Yan Zhuo's face became hot, and the corners of his mouth twitched in embarrassment.
Song Yan looked at his flushed face, sighed and said, "Yan Zhuo, I won't let you go again."
Yan Zhuo let out a "hmm", not knowing what to say.
Song Yan asked, "Is there anything else you want to know?"
He wanted Yan Zhuo to ask a little more, he said a little more, and he said a little more, and then he started talking.
Yan Zhuo shook his head and nodded, his eyes darkened suddenly, and asked, "Do you remember the last time we quarreled why?"
Song Yan thought for a while: "I didn't know you were injured, I didn't care about you."
"No," Yan Zhuo said, "I never blame you for this."
He knew that Song Yan was out of sight, so he didn't know that he was injured, and he didn't know how to comfort him. So what really made him stick in his throat was another thing, which made him never feel embarrassed to take the initiative to mention it and couldn't let it go for a long time.
It's been too long, and Song Yan rarely recalls every scene when Yan Zhuo left him, he didn't dare. So let him think about the reason, and he really can't figure it out for a while.
Yan Zhuo knew that he didn't remember, and didn't want to embarrass him, so he said straight to the point: "It's because of Meng Cheng."
Song Yan frowned: "Meng Cheng?"
"Yeah." Yan Zhuo lowered his head, twisted his ten fingers together, and finally said what he had been brooding about, "When I lived in your house, you never let me step into the guest room, and then I found out That's where he used to live, and my mentality collapsed at the time. I asked you on the day of the quarrel if you liked him, but you didn't answer me. If you didn't tell me, I thought you acquiesced. It's sad, it's sad, it's sad, after all, how can the living compare to the dead."
It turned out to be the case. Song Yan felt so bad for him that he felt guiltily: "I'm sorry, I made you sad." He put Yan Zhuo's fingers into his big hands and gently wrapped them, "In the beginning, I admit it. There is his reason for not letting you sleep in the guest room, but later, in order to treat my insomnia, you slept with me, so I didn't think about it. As for you asking me if you like him or not, I don't explain it because we really don't have anything, he's my best friend, and only my best friend. He left to protect me, so when someone mentions him, I feel like I I have an obligation to protect him, to protect... his feelings for me."
"Yan Zhuo, I have never been the same to him and you."
Yan Zhuo asked, "Then he treats you..."
Song Yan nodded: "He does like me, but we have never crossed the boundaries of friends."
His eyes were extremely firm, and he looked at Yan Zhuo with a seriousness and seriousness that he had never had before, so he could not wait to swear immediately.