Passionate to know

Because the meals that were originally prepared were all soaked by the rain on the waterside pavilion, An Zhi rummaged through the freezer for a while but found some leftovers, so he decided to cook them all, and unknowingly made three dishes A soup comes.Song Zhiyang originally wanted to help, but was kicked out by An Zhi saying "I don't like being disturbed by others when I do things".Sitting on the sofa, watching the busy figures in the kitchen, Song Zhiyang felt for the first time that the huge Song Garden was extremely warm.

If it can be like this forever, he is probably willing to use everything in exchange.

The food was very simple and tasted ordinary, but Song Zhiyang ate very heartwarmingly.After dinner, An Zhi felt a little uncomfortable sweating all over his body, so he borrowed Song Zhiyang's bathroom to wash briefly. When he came out, he found Song Zhiyang asleep on the sofa.

He was startled, walked over gently, squatted down and looked at Song Zhiyang closely.Because of the intense work for a week, a layer of dark blue appeared under his eyes, obviously due to lack of sleep.

An Zhi reached out and rubbed his brows lightly a few times, there was still no expression on his face, but his eyes were very complicated.On weekdays, Song Zhiyang is always able to do a job with ease in front of him, and always looks energetic. This seems to be the first time that An Zhi has seen him look tired.But no matter how tired he was, when Song Zhiyang was awake, An Zhi wouldn't let An Zhi see how tired he was.An Zhi got up and rubbed his tingling legs, then went to the room and took a blanket to cover Song Zhiyang lightly, then fell asleep on the recliner next to him.

As the night darkened, when An Zhi woke up in a daze, he felt like a boat in the vast ocean, ups and downs. When he opened his eyes, it turned out that Song Zhiyang was holding him and walking towards the room.

Song Zhiyang noticed An Zhi woke up immediately, "Sorry, I still woke you up."

"It's all right... what time is it?" An Zhi's voice was hoarse when he just woke up.

Song Zhiyang gently put An Zhi on the bed, lifted the quilt and let himself lie next to him, rubbed An Zhi's hair, "11:30, sleep a little longer."

In the darkness, Song Zhiyang couldn't see An Zhi's face, but could feel their heartbeat and breathing more clearly.Then there was a hand, slowly, slowly placed in the palm of Song Zhiyang's palm, and the ten fingers were clasped together, getting tighter and tighter.

An Zhi's hoarse but still light voice lingered in the empty room: "Song Zhiyang."

"Ok?"

"Happy birthday."

The whole world froze for a few seconds, and then a strong hug surrounded An Zhi, all limbs and bones were attacked by this passionate emotion.

Song Zhiyang's voice could be heard to be very happy, he said: "An Zhi, I am very happy, really."

An Zhi wanted to nod, but remembered that it was pitch black now, so he could only reach out and gently pat Song Zhiyang's back.

"fool."

……

The next morning, the rain still didn't stop. The thick curtains blocked the originally dim light from the sky, and the whole room was cast in a faint darkness.The raindrops hit the floor-to-ceiling windows, making a crackling sound, like a lullaby, making people unwilling to wake up.

An Zhi was held in Song Zhiyang's arms, his bare back was tightly pressed against Song Zhiyang's strong chest, the back of his neck was pressed against his forehead, and his hands were hugging An Zhi's chest tightly. This is probably the most reassuring thing in the world. pose.

An Zhi was actually woken up by the sound of rain. He had been a light sleeper for many years.He sat up, put on a coat lightly, got up and walked to the French window.

It was raining heavily outside the window, as if someone had poured water from the sky, the whole yard was drenched, there were puddles and puddles of water on the bluestone board, the leaves on the branches were trembling, and the raindrops jumped onto the glass, three and four Connected into a line and flowed down like tears.

It's so noisy outside, but so peaceful inside.

An Zhi pressed his forehead against the cold window, feeling the rhythm of every raindrop falling, his mind was full of thoughts for a while, and everything was empty for a while.

Until he saw the door of Song Yuan open, and a familiar figure walked in.He turned around and returned to the bed, shaking Song Zhiyang who was still asleep.

Song Zhiyang turned over sleepily: "What's wrong?"

"Mrs. Song is back."

……

When Jiang Yuyuan walked into the main hall of Songyuan, Song Zhiyang and Anzhi had already packed up.

Jiang Yuyuan obviously didn't expect to see An Zhi at home, so he couldn't help but take a second look, Song Zhiyang explained: "It rained last night, so I let him stay."

Jiang Yuyuan said "Oh", "Where are Ling and Yuyu? Still asleep upstairs?"

"Song Yuan is such a quiet place, do you think they can stay there?"

Jiang Yuyuan had an expression of "that's true", and said with a smile: "Those two children just can't calm down...I was too busy yesterday, so I didn't have time to accompany you. Let's have breakfast together today." Then he signaled to An Zhi : "When you come to Songyuan, you are a guest, so you can stay and use some."

An Zhi originally wanted to take the opportunity to leave, but after hearing what Jiang Yuyuan said, he really couldn't leave.

Perhaps because of the presence of the elders, this breakfast was very quiet, only the sound of the tableware moving and chewing could be heard.

Just after taking a sip of the soup, Jiang Yuyuan looked at An Zhi and asked, "Your work is not bad, but where did you come from?"

An Zhi put down his chopsticks and narrowed his eyes: "It's all about self-study. When I was young, I was taught by the elders in my family."

Jiang Yuyuan smiled very gently: "Oh, it's actually from a family. I don't know where your parents were educated?"

An Zhi looked at him and said with a normal expression, "They have passed away."

Song Zhiyang was startled, and stared at An Zhi with wide eyes, and was afraid that Jiang Yuyuan would notice something, so he had to force himself to calm down.

He has never investigated An Zhi's life experience and past, not because he is not curious, but rather than those materials printed on paper, he wants to wait for An Zhi to tell him himself.

He still remembers that when he was in high school, An Zhi's mother's information was written in the relatives column on his resume, but he didn't expect to be unaccompanied now.

All of a sudden, I lost my appetite.

Jiang Yuyuan also felt that he seemed to be poking at other people's sad things. He was a little embarrassed and apologetic for a while, and said sympathetically, "I'm sorry, child, don't worry about it."

On the other hand, An Zhi seemed much calmer. He glanced at Jiang Yuyuan lightly and said, "It's okay, I don't care, everyone is gone."

An Zhi's words were not polite, and the atmosphere at the dinner table was a bit cold for a while, but Jiang Yuyuan was a mother after all, only when An Zhi was brought up with sad things and his mood was unstable for a while, it was even more sad that he was alone, so he didn't care up.

The left and right breakfasts are almost used up, Jiang Yuyuan wiped his mouth: "I'll go back to my room to rest, if you have work to do, just mind yourselves."

"Okay." Song Zhiyang watched Jiang Yuyuan's figure go up the stairs, and he and Anzhi left Songyuan.

……

On the way to the company, it was rare for Song Zhiyang to be quieter than An Zhi. He didn't say a word and just focused on driving.In fact, he really wanted to say something, but all he was thinking about was the unpleasant topic at the dinner table just now. He was extremely curious, but he didn't dare to touch An Zhi's Ni Lin.

Sure enough, curiosity killed the cat.

In the end, it was An Zhi who spoke first: "If you dare to look at me with half sympathy, I will never talk to you again."

The seriousness in these words made Song Zhiyang lean on the side of the road and braked to a stop. An Zhi paused, his eyes seemed to be cast far, far away, and continued: "I don't need anyone's pity. The most disgusting thing is listening to other people's stories, busy grieving for others. No one is me, so who knows?"

In the car, a little depressed.

Song Zhiyang's heart seemed to be pricked by a very thin needle, not the kind of pain that pierces to the end, but the kind of pain that is like the needle tip slightly piercing into the flesh.

He took An Zhi's hand, and used his cheek to warm An Zhi's cold back, and said slowly but firmly: "I will not sympathize with you, An Zhi, never. I just will I love you, if you want to talk about the past, I have always been there... If you don't want to mention it again, I will never ask."