Yan Zhuo was embarrassed by what he said, and rubbed his nose: "It's still...it's okay."

"Hey hey," Zhou Yang smiled slyly, winked at him and teased him, "Is it cool?"

Yan Zhuo remembered the counter-offensive plan they specially made, and suddenly slumped, and said weakly: "You can do it, quickly clean up those dirty thoughts in your mind."

Zhou Yang asked, "Did you succeed?"

Yan Zhuo pretended to be stupid: "What?"

"Who gets on and who gets off?"

Yan Zhuo hesitated: "I'll go."

He really didn't lie, the second time he was indeed on it, but...

cough. Yan Zhuo looked away unnaturally, not daring to look at Zhou Yang.

"What," he changed the subject, "my flight the day after tomorrow afternoon."

"So fast?"

"Well, there are a lot of things in the studio waiting for him to deal with. We thought about it. Anyway, we have to leave sooner or later, so we might as well go earlier."

Zhou Yang sighed, remembering the first time he saw Yan Zhuo. Now that my colleagues have slept together for nearly three years, Yan Zhuo left suddenly, saying that it was a lie if he was not sad.

He took a step forward, hugged Yan Zhuo gently, and said seriously, "I will miss you."

Yan Zhuo patted his back and smiled slightly: "Me too."

Sunday.

Nancheng Waiting Hall.

Looking at the city he grew up in, Yan Zhuo let out a sigh of reluctance for the first time.

"I'll be back," Song Yan assured him, afraid of his discomfort, "I'll be back in winter."

Yan Zhuo smiled brightly at him, and there was light in his bright eyes.

"Okay," he said.

Three in the afternoon.

The plane landed smoothly in H City, and the car that Song Yan called had already arrived, so they picked up their luggage and hurried to Ningkang.

For Yan Zhuo, this was a place that he hadn't returned to for a long time.

Looking at the passing scenery outside the window, Yan Zhuo sighed softly.

Song Yan asked, "What's wrong?"

Yan Zhuo said, "It's a little emotional."

He crossed this road again, and on the day he left City H, it was long and sour. But now, when he embarked on this road again, he suddenly realized that the road was not long, at least when Song Yan was by his side, he was not alone at all.

Song Yan looked at his drooping eyebrows and smiled: "Do you regret it?"

"Ok?"

"leave here."

Do you regret it? No.

Yan Zhuo thought, it was really hard for him at that time. The confusion of just graduating and the pain of leaving Song Yan doubled and doubled, and he couldn't breathe. If he stayed in H City, he would definitely go down. .

Maybe a change of scenery was his best option at the time.

Song Yan thought he was uncomfortable, and pinched his earlobe to comfort him.

Song Yan asked, "Is it hard?"

How hypocritical. Yan Zhuo rolled his eyes and smiled softly: "A little bit." But when I think that I can have you again, the tears and grievances I once had are not worth mentioning.

Half an hour later, the car stopped at a not very spacious alley.

As soon as Yan Zhuo got out of the car, he saw Song Qiao and Song Xiaoying standing at the gate. It seemed that they had been waiting for a long time.

"Let's go." Song Yan held the luggage with his left hand and held him with his right.

Song Yan said, "Let's go home."

There was a smile in Yan Zhuo's eyes, and he softly said "um".

In the distance is a blue sky, and eagles are hovering in the sky.

There is a loved one nearby, Song Yan's palm is wide and warm, since he held this person, he has never wanted to let go.

Yan Zhuo thought, there has never been a happier time than now.

Chapter 69

In recent days, Yan Zhuo was a little worried, why, because Song Yan hadn't touched him for five days.

This is not quite right. According to the usual frequency, he is once a day. Occasionally, when he is in a good mood or not busy, twice a day is also a common occurrence.

But don't know what happened recently. The studio is not busy, and Song Yan is in a good mood. Sometimes he hums a song after get off work. Even so, he didn't touch Yan Zhuo, which made Yan Zhuo very depressed.

Until Song Yan came home from get off work, he was still thinking about it.

Song Yan came back and handed him the cheese cake first, then kissed his cheek and asked, "How is today? Are you bored?"

"Fortunately," Yan Zhuo said proudly, "I'm currently taking orders to draw illustrations."

Song Yan raised his eyebrows: "Why did you suddenly think of doing this?"

He originally asked Yan Zhuo to go to the studio to help him, but Yan Zhuo didn't care much about the profession of a teacher, so he just did it.

Yan Zhuo took a bite of the cheese cake and said, "I'm afraid I won't have the money to starve myself to death."

He now has a total savings of no more than 20,000, and he has no house or car.

Song Yan hugged him and said generously, "My husband has a lot of savings, so he won't starve you to death."

"I thank you..." Yan Zhuo said inarticulately.

Song Yan was afraid that he would choke, so he poured him a glass of water: "Eat slowly, no one will rob you."

Speaking of this Yan Zhuo, he was angry. Song Xiaoying, a arrogant child, didn't know what the wind was recently, and he ran to his house every Saturday and Sunday to grab his snacks. Song Yan grabbed as much as he bought, and he didn't forget to pack and carry before leaving.

After eating the cheesecake, the two of them were on the sofa watching the ball game before falling asleep.

When Song Yan went to take a shower, Yan Zhuo surreptitiously checked his phone.

"Well..." Yan Zhuo did psychological construction for himself, and secretly said: It's not that I don't believe him, I'm just curious.

Why does he have no desire for me?

Song Yan is a combination lock, Yan Zhuo tried his birthday and couldn't open it, and tried his own birthday, but still couldn't open it.

"Huh..." Afraid that Song Yan would suddenly appear, Yan Zhuo thought about it, and tried the date of their first meeting again——

Still not right.

Yan Zhuo gave up, and he put his phone back in place in despair.

After a while, Song Yan came out, still with wet water vapor on his body.He wiped his hair and said, "Go wash it, it will be just right."