It would be Yan Zhuo's turn to feel guilty, he lowered his head and whispered, "I'm sorry..."

"I'm sorry for what?" Song Yan laughed suddenly, "Should you not eat jealousy or should you not speculate?"

"All right." Yan Zhuo laughed at himself.

The most sorry thing is that I could have told you well and asked you well, but I chose a paranoid and radical method to argue with you and make trouble with you.

After the quarrel, the quarrel, the people dispersed.

Song Yan felt bitter in his heart, and gently stroked his forehead and said, "You are not wrong."

No one will suddenly want to leave another person, leaving can only be a pile of disappointment and sadness accumulated over time and months.

He disappointed Yan Zhuo and made him sad.

So Yan Zhuo left.

This in itself is his problem, because he didn't cherish it well before.

He regretted it.

The relationship between people is really wonderful, don't know when it will be broken, and don't know if it can still be connected. Fortunately, he was lucky to meet Yan Zhuo again a few years later. And Yan Zhuo obviously... couldn't forget him.

This is enough.

He was never an insatiable greedy person, as long as every day for the rest of his life, Yan Zhuo was there, beside him, in his sight.

enough.

Chapter 59 Will wait for you.

After talking about it, Yan Zhuo's stagnation in his heart disappeared. He just suddenly talked about these things with Song Yan... These words that had been in his heart for a long time, he felt a little embarrassed while he was relaxed.

Yan Zhuo lifted his eyes and glanced at Song Yan secretly, then smiled embarrassedly.

Always, he should have known.

He couldn't refuse Song Yan at all.

Song Yan didn't know that, he wiped the end of Yan Zhuo's eyes with his fingertips, and looked at the red at the end of his eyes with distress.

"Yan Zhuo," he said, "forgive me, please, don't be angry with me anymore, don't be hard on yourself, if you still hate or complain, then you can say something that can make you happy, and I'll help You finish it."

Yan Zhuo was stunned, and after thinking for a long time, he said, "Forget it, no need."

"What?" Song Yan asked.

Yan Zhuo shook his head and said nothing. In fact, it was easier for him to be soft-hearted than he thought.

This is not good for anyone.

He should go forward.

"I forgive you." Yan Zhuo said.

There's no need to tug on it.

Although Yan Zhuo said his forgiveness, Song Yan was still a little frightened in his heart. He smiled softly and said, "Yan Zhuo."

"Ok?"

"We..." He originally wanted to say reconciliation, but he suddenly thought that he had never promised Yan Zhuo, nor had he confirmed the relationship between the two, so he said, "Are we going to be together?"

Yan Zhuo thought about it seriously and said, "Now... it's not good now..."

Song Yan frowned, his body stiffened instantly, and his heart felt slightly cold. He asked, "When will it be better?"

Yan Zhuo lowered his head, clasped his fingers awkwardly, thinking: You haven't chased me yet, just chatting with me for a few words and wanting to get rid of me easily and dream.

Song Yan thought it would be fine if he just said it, but he didn't expect that Yan Zhuo still didn't want to be with him, and he felt depressed all of a sudden, he squeezed Yan Zhuo's fingertips and asked in a low voice, "Tell me, how can I do it? Chasing you?"

Yan Zhuo was speechless, gritted his teeth and muttered, "Then you have to start chasing."

"..."

Daigo poured out his head, Song Yan hooked the corner of his lower lip, wrapped his warm palm around Yan Zhuo's, and his eyes fell directly on him.

Yan Zhuo coughed lightly, raised his head shyly and looked left and right, but he didn't dare to look at Song Yan.

After a while, he suddenly said, "Aren't you going?"

"go……"

"Then you still don't move?"

Song Yan didn't want to leave in the first place, and this will make him even less want to leave. He sighed and straightened up, suddenly remembering that the driver was still waiting for him at the gate of the school, and said helplessly: "The driver has already left."

"Ah," Yan Zhuo became anxious and asked, "Then will you miss the flight?"

Song Yan glanced at the wall clock: "No, it's too late."

"Oh." Yan Zhuo was relieved, he nodded, not knowing what to say.

Song Yan bent down, raised his chin, and said softly, "Wait for me to come back."

Yan Zhuo instinctively wanted to say "yes", but he controlled it again, he told himself to be reserved, to be reserved.

So he gave a faint "um" and said, "Have a safe journey."

Song Yan looked at his reddish lips, squinted his eyes, and bargained: "Then when I come back, you have to tell me the answer."

Gee. What's the matter with Song Yan's determined tone? Yan Zhuo tilted his head, released his chin, and pretended to be indifferent: "Let's talk when you come back."

After Song Yan left, Yan Zhuo sat alone at the table, staring out the window boredly. At this moment, a little sweetness filled his heart.

He had never seen Song Yan so gentle, and now he was in a trance like a dream.

He suddenly panicked.

More than 900 days and nights, before he saw Song Yan again, he also dreamed of Song Yan on a certain night, and Song Yan in the dream was as gentle as today, telling him his regrets. However, when you dream, you always wake up.

How happy you are in your dreams, how sad you are when you wake up.

No matter how many times he was sad, he didn't dare to dream anymore.

In the evening, Yan Zhuo was lying in bed after washing up when the phone rang suddenly. He glanced at the caller and hurriedly connected.

Song Yan's voice sounded from the opposite side: "You haven't slept yet?"

"Bullshit," Yan Zhuo said, "Can I connect you when I'm asleep?"

Song Yan laughed sullenly.

Yan Zhuo asked, "How's the matter? Have you dealt with it?"

Song Yan's voice was very tired. He didn't say good or bad, he only said: "We are negotiating."