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"Yeah..." Yan Zhuo muttered, "I only changed it when I got to Nancheng."
"What about before? Why didn't you answer the phone?"
"How do I know this!" Yan Zhuo thought about it for a long time, and finally remembered something. He seems to have temporarily pulled Song Yan into the blacklist, but within a day, he pulled Song Yan back. Could it be that Song Yan contacted him on that day?
Thinking of this, Yan Zhuo sighed deeply, what else can say, it can only be said that fate is not enough. If they fail to meet in Nancheng later, they will most likely miss it for the rest of their lives.
Song Yan may have realized this, he tightly wrapped his arms around Yan Zhuo's waist, kissed the back of his neck and said, "No matter what happens in the future, whether I will make you angry or not, you are not allowed to block me. , if you have any grievances, just say it, I will listen and I will change it."
Obviously this sentence is very touching, but Yan Zhuo smiled. In the darkness, people's senses will be magnified infinitely, and he can clearly perceive Song Yan's breath in his ears.
It was a little itchy, a little grinding, and he couldn't stand it.
Yan Zhuo moved forward uncomfortably and said, "Don't talk in my ear."
Song Yan laughed sullenly: "Where are the whispers not in your ears?"
...
Is it true that the more people in love talk more, Song Yan, who was so silent in the past, can't stop talking.
I don't know how long we chatted, but at the end Yan Zhuo whispered almost aggrieved: "Song Yan, I'm sleepy."
Song Yan touched his head, lowered his head and put a kiss on his forehead: "Go to sleep, good night."
Yan Zhuo smiled: "Good night."
After saying this, he was quiet, and seemed to be asleep.
Song Yan held Yan Zhuo's hand and added softly, "I really like you."
After a long time, just when Song Yan thought he would not respond again, Yan Zhuo suddenly said, "Me too."
The next day, Yan Zhuo woke up groggy and Song Yan was not there. He touched his forehead and knew that he had a fever.
Yan Zhuo coughed lightly, and called out in a hoarse voice, "Song Yan..."
No one responded.
Yan Zhuo sighed and sat up with his arms up.
What about people, he thought, where can Song Yan go this morning? Unfamiliar and unemployed.
Yan Zhuo's brain became rich when he got sick, he paused for a while, and then called out again, "Song Yan."
...
Damn, Yan Zhuo was in a hurry. He wanted to call Song Yan, but he was suddenly stunned when he reached for the phone.
This isβ¦β¦
He looked stupidly at the plain ring on the ring finger of his right hand.
When did this appear on his finger, he had no idea at all.
Yan Zhuo didn't even have to think about it to know who sent it. His already slightly burnt face turned even redder. He stretched out his hand and put it in the air. The simple ring gleamed in the sun, making his heart also brighten. .
Chapter 63
After a while, Song Yan came back with two bags. He stared at Yan Zhuo's blushing face and asked, "Are you uncomfortable?"
Yan Zhuo was still immersed in the joy of being given a ring just now, and smiled stupidly and said, "I'm fine, but I'm not strong enough."
Song Yan opened the bag, and the fragrant smell came over instantly.
"Xiaolongbao?" Yan Zhuo asked, "It's still carrot-flavored."
"En." Song Yan poured a cup of hot water to dry, and waved to Yan Zhuo, "Come and eat."
Yan Zhuo made an "oh" and walked to the table to sit down. When Song Yan returned from moving the stool, he touched the ring on his ring finger and asked, "When did you put it on for me?"
Song Yan poured some vinegar into the small saucer and asked casually, "What?"
Yan Zhuo stretched out his hand straight and spread out his five fingers: "This."
The ring shimmered, Song Yan smiled: "Do you like it?"
Yan Zhuo nodded honestly: "I like it."
Song Yan gave another deep laugh. He handed the chopsticks to Yan Zhuo: "If you like it, I don't know if such a simple ring can hold you."
Yan Zhuo didn't eat last night. He was already so hungry that his chest was on his back. He opened his mouth and took a bite of the bun. He puffed out his cheeks and said, "Look at your performance."
Song Yan wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and said meaningfully, "I will perform well...in all aspects."
Yan Zhuo gnawed on the bun, and suddenly realized that he hadn't washed up yet. He pursed his mouth in embarrassment and said to Song Yan, "I... I haven't brushed my teeth yet."
Song Yan pushed the millet porridge in front of him, and said lightly, "It's okay, I eat everything."
"..."
The buns are filled with filling, the carrots are crunchy and delicious, and the sauce is salty and salty when rolled with minced meat. After eating one, Yan Zhuo went to pick another, and while eating, he asked, "Where is this bun shop? been."
"It's in the food street behind the school." Song Yan said lightly, watching him like a wolf rushing towards food, and reminded: "Eat slowly, don't choke."
Yan Zhuo obediently said "oh" and really slowed down. He gulped and asked again, "How do you know I have a fever?"
Song Yan twitched the corner of his mouth and said nothing.
"Huh?" Yan Zhuo made a suspicious voice from his nose, "How do you know?"
Song Yan took off a piece of hair stuck to his face: "I can feel it."
"Ok?"
"You're too hot." Song Yan said. His whole body was hot, but he just put his hand into Yan Zhuo's pajamas when he was startled by his body temperature. I remembered that Yan Zhuo was in the rain yesterday, so I said...the fever didn't go away.
After eating, Song Yan took out a few pills and handed them to Yan Zhuo.
"Eat," he said.
Yan Zhuo looked at the handful of medicine and frowned reluctantly: "Why so many!"
Song Yan pulled him with the chair to his side, and gently wrapped Yan Zhuo in his arms: "Don't talk nonsense, eat first."
The pill had already reached his mouth, and Yan Zhuo could hook it into his mouth with a lick. He shyly said, "I'll do it myself."