It is true that everyone will be responsible for the path they choose, but she knows that it is a road of no return, and she has to go further and further.

Song Yan suddenly understood her real concerns, he said frankly: "Auntie, you know, I am an orphan, and I was abandoned by my parents when I was very young. I have no disease, and I have no problem with IQ, but I am still like garbage. was thrown away."

Hearing what he said, Yan Zhuo held his hand a little worriedly.

Song Yan squeezed his hand, signaling him to feel at ease.

"So, when they abandoned me, didn't they think about raising children to prevent old age? I don't think so. Maybe they have something to hide, maybe they can't afford it, or maybe they really have to-"

"I never thought that raising a child would be enough to prevent old age, and I also don't think that every decision parents make is for the benefit of their children. In this life, people can only rely on themselves, so in order to make themselves happy and not so tired, why not? Choose the partner you want."

It has nothing to do with gender.

I love you only with you.

...

Probably this is the difference between the 60s and the 90s, until the end, no one could convince anyone.

Back in the dormitory, Song Yan sat silently beside the bed without saying a word, and it was rare that he didn't get along with Yan Zhuoping.

Yan Zhuo thought he was angry, very angry, very angry, so he walked slowly to his side, hooked his finger around his little finger, and asked softly, "What are you thinking?"

Song Yan pulled him onto his lap and said, "I'm thinking...how to comfort you."

Yan Zhuo hooked his neck: "I don't need to comfort..."

Weird.

Song Yan pinched his nose and smiled, "Why are you so awkward."

Yan Zhuo said without hesitation, "Why are you so domineering."

"Because I love you."

"..."

A smear of crimson gradually climbed up Yan Zhuo's face, and he pursed his lips and smiled.

Song Yan continued to tease him: "Why are you so handsome."

"Because I am with you."

Song Yan gave a short laugh and gently hugged him in his arms.

"Are you still angry?" he asked.

Yan Zhuo shook his head, he was already fine. Song Yan spared no effort in feeding him candy, trying to make him sweet, how could he not accept it.

The next day, Liu Yan was going back, and Yan Zhuo went to see her off. As for his relationship with Song Yan, Liu Yan was still unacceptable from beginning to end.

She sighed and felt deeply tired, knowing that she might as well not come.

She reminded Yan Zhuo: "Think about your father, how are you going to meet him in the future, you have to tell him, are you in love with a man? Yan Zhuo, this is impossible."

Yan Zhuo didn't want to discuss this with her, he just wanted to send her away in peace, and he didn't want to quarrel or make trouble.

After a while, the car arrived, and Liu Yan got in the car, clinging to the window before saying anything.

She hadn't heard Yan Zhuo's reply.

"What's wrong?" Yan Zhuo asked curiously.

"I"

never mind.

Liu Yan said, "You have to take good care of yourself."

Yan Zhuo nodded and gave her a faint smile: "Slow down on the road, goodbye."

"Yan Yan..."

Yan Zhuo turned and left.

"Yan Yan!"

Yan Zhuo's footsteps were stagnant, and he didn't look back, he suddenly figured out something.

"I'll take him to see my dad." Yan Zhuo said, "I'll tell my dad that I love him."

Chapter 67 Your thoughts are dangerous

After sending Liu Yan away, Yan Zhuo finally felt much more relaxed. Although Liu Yan did not let go, at least he no longer had to argue with Liu Yan about this matter.

Back in the dormitory, Song Yan was leaning against the window to make a phone call.

It's Songqiao. Yan Zhuo thought that although Song Yan told him that he wanted to settle in Nancheng, he knew that Song Yan could not let go of Song Qiao and Xiaoying in H City.

The second hand moved round and round, and ten minutes later, Song Yan finally took up the line.

He turned around, looked at Yan Zhuo and asked, "Auntie is gone? You two stopped arguing."

Yan Zhuo lowered his eyes and muttered, "No."

Song Yan walked up to him and sat down: "Then why do I feel your mood is very low."

He teased: "Is it because I didn't behave well last night."

Irregular. Yan Zhuo resisted the urge to roll his eyes and said, "You feel out of order."

"Impossible." Song Yan has always been observant, especially for Yan Zhuo.

He asked, "What happened?"

Yan Zhuo sighed: "...It's just that I feel uncomfortable, inexplicably uncomfortable."

But he couldn't say why. It was as if something was pressing on his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.

"I'm really going to lose to you," Song Yan was a little helpless. "Tell me, how do you feel comfortable? Whatever you want, I will accompany you."

He must be a good husband of twenty-four filial piety.

Yan Zhuo lowered his head, he shook his head, he actually had nothing to do.

"No?" Song Yan asked.

"Yes." Yan Zhuo said, "I want to take you to meet someone."

"who?"

"A person who is... important to me."

"it is good……"

Yan Zhuo's father left very suddenly. At that time, Yan Zhuo was in his third year of high school, just before his college entrance examination.

His dad was very kind to him, but he was an alcoholic, especially, he liked to drink, so he drank it and lost himself.

Yan Zhuo still remembered that it was a Monday, a sunny Monday.Just after the morning self-study, the head teacher walked into the classroom and called him away with a solemn expression, and then informed him of the bad news. At that time, everyone was cold for two days.

...

Yan Zhuo's hometown is a small town in the southernmost part of Nancheng.

His father was buried on a hillside behind his old house, and there was an elementary school in the distance.