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That was a bit of trouble, Yan Zhuo could hear what he was hiding, and comforted: "It will be fine."
"You rest your body more." Yan Zhuo said.
Not wanting to waste time talking about this, Song Yan smiled and asked him softly, "Did you miss me?"
Yan Zhuo didn't understand how the topic changed so quickly, he said blankly, "No."
"But I miss you."
"..."
"I miss you." Song Yan whispered again. As soon as I left, I missed you.
...
Continuing to chat for a while, before hanging up the phone, Song Yan urged, "Sleep well and eat well."
Yan Zhuo paused and said, "You too...good night."
"Good night."
After hanging up the phone, Yan Zhuo was reminiscing about the chat just now, and Zhou Yang, who moved back temporarily because Song Yan left, asked gossip: "You two are... um hum hum," he gestured to kiss 's expression: "reconciled again?"
Yan Zhuo shook his head: "No."
Zhou Yang pouted, obviously in disbelief: "Is it all like this? Haven't reconciled yet?"
"Not really," Yan Zhuo said. "We just don't screw up like we used to."
Just now, it was obviously a young couple chatting tiredly, and Zhou Yang asked curiously, "Why?"
Yan Zhuo said calmly: "I just... always feel that something is missing."
There must always be a process, and Song Yan approached his process step by step. In the past, he was always stalking Song Yan, but now Song Yan has to chase after him, it's only fair.
Zhou Yang is a straight man. He doesn't understand the twists and turns in Yan Zhuo's mind, so he complains directly: "If you want me to tell you, you are hypocritical."
"..."
"Isn't it? If you two like each other, let's get together as soon as possible. How can there be so many?"
"..."
Zhou Yang continued to educate him: "You have to know that people who love each other can spend one more day together, that is a gift from God. So, why do you still carry it."
Yan Zhuo explained: "Either holding it, or..." He sighed, "I also want to see how far he can chase me."
Of course, even if he just meant it, I seem to be able to...
The next day, Yan Zhuo fell asleep and woke up at 8:30. He stretched and flipped over his phone in a daze. At about six o'clock, Song Yan sent him a message: Good morning.
Yan Zhuo buried his frozen face into the pillow, thought about it, and replied: Good morning.
He waited for a while, but Song Yan didn't come back. He went to wash up first. After washing up, he glanced at his phone again.
Ok? No movement?
He clicked on Song Yan's dialog box.
Just no movement.
Yan Zhuo thought for two seconds, and then sent Song Yan an emoji. A lazy cat was waving with the words: Come on today!
He waited for a while, but Song Yan didn't go back.
...
Yan Zhuo was angry, he slammed the phone on the table and stopped looking at it.
In this way, Yan Zhuo was depressed for a whole day, and it was not until before going to bed at night that Song Yan sent him a sentence: Good night.
Good night shit oh good night!
Yan Zhuo had made up his mind not to reply to him, but he finally couldn't help but reply a few minutes later: Good night.
This was still the case for the next two days. The only difference was that in addition to good morning and good night, Song Yan would send him a good afternoon message during lunch.
On the third night, after Song Yan sent good night, Yan Zhuo did not return him good night as usual, and sent a text message to Song Yan asking: How are things going?
After a while, Song Yan came back with two words: It's okay.
Then it was silent again.
After a while, Yan Zhuo finally couldn't hold back any longer, and he directly called Song Yan.
Song Yan picked it up quickly.
Yan Zhuo wanted to roar, wanted to roar, wanted to ask him: Aren't you chasing me? As for your sincerity, you left for a few days and gave me a total of six words every day. Is this how you chase people? !
But he held back abruptly, and he said calmly: "How good is it? Nothing happened."
Song Yan's voice was very hoarse, the kind of hoarse he could feel through the receiver, he said, "It's okay, it's not a big deal, you don't need to bother me here."
Listen, what the hell is this. Yan Zhuo said angrily: "Who said I bothered, I'm just curious! I wonder how important you can be every day, that's whyβ" He held back the words he wanted to complain, and said instead: "Forget it, forget it. My dog ββtakes mice."
Song Yan was afraid that you would be angry, so she quickly said, "No, that's not what I meant."
Yan Zhuo sneered: "Then what do you mean?"
Song Yan sighed, and finally didn't want to hide it from him, but said helplessly: "Complicated, the current situation is very complicated, and the studio and the parents have not agreed."
"Ah?" Yan Zhuo suddenly felt guilty, he should have known, this kind of thing involving human life is so easy to deal with, he even made trouble with Song Yan unreasonably.
After Song Yan confessed, he was afraid that he would be worried, so he reassured: "But there is still room for negotiation, don't worry, it will be dealt with soon."
Yan Zhuo only thought that he was talking about the best, and said dully: "Oh."
There was a few seconds of silence in the microphone.
Song Yan suddenly said, "If only you were by my side, I seem to hug you now."
Yan Zhuoxin suddenly felt sour, almost softened by his understatement.
He said: "I will wait for you to come back."
So...you have to hurry back.
Chapter 60
Early the next morning, Yan Zhuo got up and went to the morning market with Zhou Yang. When he was passing by the beach, he suddenly remembered the kiss with Song Yan and unconsciously licked his lips, as if the kiss had just passed.He can still feel the temperature and touch.
Yan Zhuo looked at the sea level quietly and thought to himself: When will Song Yan come back, when will things be finished, will it be troublesome, will Song Yan be very worried.