Special Relationship Chapter 2 Part 2

 

     Yan Zhuo raised his eyebrows, and said to himself, "Song Yan doesn't want to paint, does he?"

 

    He immediately felt admiration.

    Of course, it didn't take long for this sense of admiration to be blown away by the wind.

    At that time, after getting off the taxi, Yan Zhuo was walking numbly against the wind, his nose was already red from the cold.

    If he had known that he would suffer so much, he would never agree to a request from someone he didn't know well. There was still some sunshine before going out, and the wind was not too strong. Who would have thought that the weather would change after shopping.

    Yan Zhuo continued to walk towards the sanatorium home with a bunch of painting tools, and was alone with the bald, crooked young trees in the yard along the way.

    When he was about to reach the inpatient department, he suddenly heard a howl, and someone shouted: "Little bastard, don't run away—"

 

    Before Yan Zhuo could turn his head, he caught a glimpse of a black shadow flying towards him from the corner of his eye.

    "Boom—"

    He held the painting tools and fell to the ground.

    Yan Zhuo's mind went blank, and he couldn't help cursing secretly.

    He was convinced that he couldn’t get bumped while walking on such a spacious road.

    "Are you okay—" someone helped him up and apologized, "My child doesn't have eyes, I'm sorry for bumping into you. Check to see if feel any discomfort."

    Yan Zhuo patted the dirt on his knees and said casually : "It's okay."

    Then he squatted down and started picking up the painting tools. Although he was fine, he just didn't know if those pencils were fine. Such a fall would break a few at least. When he was studying art before, Yan Zhuo hated the sudden tip breaking when he sharpening the pencil, which made people felt uncomfortable.

    A pair of white hands suddenly reached out, handed him a box of pencils, and said, "Your 2B."

    Yan Zhuo: "Thank you..."

    After he finished picking up the things, he straightened up and looked at the culprits, two children and a middle-aged man.

    The girl was wearing a red hat that was very thick, like a bear, her face was almost sickly white, she stared at him expressionlessly without blinking.

    The boy was even more strange, because his right sleeve was empty, only his left arm. With a small crew cut, it looked like a marinated egg. Yan Zhuo recalled the tactile sensation when he was hit, probably because the marinated egg in front of him ran away.

    The only one who looked normal was the middle-aged man. Because only he smiled at Yan Zhuo amiably, and he still seemed to have a trace of guilt on his face.

    "I'm sorry." The middle-aged man said again. Immediately afterwards, he lowered the boy's head and bowed to Yan Zhuo.

    Yan Zhuo felt very embarrassed, he said: "It's fine."

 

    The middle-aged man said: "See if you feel any discomfort in your body."

    Yan Zhuo was not a porcelain vase, so he wouldn't break if he was touched, he smiled and said: "It's really fine."       

 

   The middle-aged man was an honest man, and silently handed Yan Zhuo a business card.

    "If you feel unwell, please contact me."

    Although the other party made a big fuss, but it was kind after all, Yan Zhuo took the business card, paused and said, "Okay."

 

   The middle-aged man brought  the two children to bid farewell, Yan Zhuo glanced at the business card – Xinqiao Orphanage, Director Song Qiao.

    Yan Zhuo had a sudden epiphany, no wonder he felt that the two children were a bit strange, now it seemed that both of them should be newly abandoned babies who were adopted due to physical defects.

    When Yan Zhuo knocked on the door, Song Yan was in a daze.

    He was in a bad mood because of the quarrel with some people just now.

    Yan Zhuo put the things on the table and said, "I bought them back."

    This was the first time he entered Song Yan's room, he glanced at it casually, it was very big and clean, and there was a faint smell of tea scent in the air..

    Yan Zhuo glanced at the table, there were two cups of tea, one was empty and the other was steaming.

    Looked like someone had been here.

    Hearing his voice, Song Yan took the wallet from the bedside table and asked, "How much?"

    Yan Zhuo said, "Not much."

    Song Yan gave him a short laugh, and took out five hundred yuan and handed it to him.

    Yan Zhuo was taken aback, and subconsciously said, "Not so much."

    Song Yan didn't care much about the price, and said casually, "The rest is counted as travel expenses."

    "..."

    Yan Zhuo laughed angrily, no matter whether the other party intended it or not, it was a bit insulting when he uttered it.

    But Yan Zhuo didn't bother to explain that he didn't buy things for him because of the money, it wasn't necessary.

    He took three hundreds yuan from Song Yan's hand and said, "It's just a little effort, these are enough."

    Song Yan nodded and collected the rest of the money.

    The room was clean and bright, but Yan Zhuo felt suffocated.

    He was too lazy to say goodbye and was about to leave, but when he reached the door, he felt overwhelmed. Between suffocating himself and letting go, he chose the latter.

    Before leaving, Yan Zhuo choked on Song Yan: "Thank you may not be less sincere than money."

 

Special Relationship Chapter 2 Part 1

 Chapter 2 "Are you a pervert?"

 

    The cafeteria of Ningkang Sanatorium usually started to serve breakfast at 6:30 in the morning and closes at 9:00, and around eight o'clock was the peak time for dining.

    Yan Zhuo rushed to the cafeteria early because he coveted the fennel buns steamed by the chef at the second window.

    After Yan Zhuo finished buying breakfast, when he was about to find a corner to sit down, he happened to catch a glimpse of Song Yan who was eating in a certain seat.

    This was really strange.

    Song Yan had limited mobility, and his breakfast should be delivered to the room by the nurse, and he should eat in the room. Instead of going through two buildings to the cafeteria and grabbing food with others after going through untold hardships.

    Yan Zhuo murmured in his heart, and sat opposite Song Yan with two steamed buns on the plate.

    Although Song Yan couldn't see, he could hear very well. What was more, Yan Zhuo's movement was not small, and he made a "clang" sound when he put the plate on the table. He turned his head to follow the sound, with a rare expression on his face—the displeasure of being disturbed.

    Yan Zhuo was a little embarrassed, although he said that this was a public place and he was free to sit wherever he wanted, but he had an inexplicable sense of intrusion into other people's territory.

    He thought for a while, and prepared to say hello to Song Yan.

    But who would have thought that Song Yan frowned briefly, then turned around again, with the character "indifferent" on his cold face.

    With his attitude, Yan Zhuo couldn't speak anymore. He began to eat silently, and he was afraid that the sound would disturb Song Yan, so he had a hard time eating.

    It could be seen that eating at the same table was really a wrong decision.

    Yan Zhuo thought to himself: I don't know who tortured whom.

    Yan Zhuo didn't dare to make a sound, so naturally he ate very slowly. While eating with puffed cheeks, he secretly glanced at Song Yan who was eating.

    Yan Zhuo had been eating comfortably since he was a child. But Song Yan was different, he ate in a gentle manner, took his time, bit a fried egg, drank a mouthful of porridge, and repeated the above steps, like obsessive-compulsive disorder.

    Yan Zhuo lookedat him so carefully that the bun was in his mouth but he forgot to swallow it, so he stuffed it indiscriminately... So he choked sadly.

    Yan Zhuo patted his chest, picked up the soybean milk and drank several gulps.

    he could breathe easily.

    He felt alive. But the world was not so beautiful, someone wanted him to die just after he came back

    Song Yan suddenly asked, "Is it good?"

 

    He was in embarrassment after being found peeping by others.

    Yan Zhuo thought to himself: Wasn't he invisible? ? How could he was discovered! !

    Song Yan seemed to have the ability to read minds, he could understand his inner doubts, so he said lightly: "Feeling."

    He cherished words like gold, and the short and sharp words made Yan Zhuo felt a little speechless.

    Yan Zhuo's attitude was very good: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything else. I didn't intend to offend you."

    After he apologized, Song Yan didn't respond, but he didn't mean to blame him. But he didn't continue to eat.

    Song Yan got up and dumped the leftovers into the trash can next to him, and walked out with a cane.

    Was this treating him as the God of Plague and keeping him far away? !

    Yan Zhuo could tell that Song Yan walked very insecure, but he walked very fast.

    Seeing that Song Yan was about to walk out of the cafeteria, Yan Zhuo began to fidget. He quickly cleared the plate and ran to catch up with Song Yan.

    He ran in a hurry, his chest heaved slightly due to the movement, and his breathing was particularly panting. The wind that hit his head and face lifted his hair, exuding a burst of sandalwood.

    Yan Zhuo followed Song Yan, wanted to say something but was afraid that it would be annoying, so he hesitated for a long time and didn’t speak.

    This was the first time he had lived for more than twenty years and found himself was a coward.

    Yan Zhuo sighed lightly.

    Song Yan turned around when he heard the sound, and asked in a concentrated voice: "Why did you follow me?"

    Being caught peeping, and being caught stalking again, Song Yan frowned and asked, "Are you a pervert?"

    "?!"

    Yan Zhuo pursed his lips and formed a straight line, and after a few seconds, he answered bluntly and confidently: "I'm going along the way!"

    After speaking, Yan Zhuo was about to pass Song Yan and go forward. But as soon as he raised his leg, Song Yan asked again: "Are you—"

    "No, I'm not!"

    "—that student from the Academy of Fine Arts yesterday?"

    They spoke at the same time, and the scene was awkward for a while.

    Yan Zhuo retracted the foot he had just stretched out. He said: "Yes... I am."

    Song Yan: "..."

    Yan Zhuo asked: "How do you know?"

    Song Yan said: "Listen to the voice."

    "Oh..." Yan Zhuo asked Song Yan: "What's the matter?"

    Song Yan raised his eyebrows, as if he was thinking about something, and after a while he said, "Can you buy me something?"

    Even though he was asking someone, his voice was so cold that he seemed insincere.

    Yan Zhuo was helpless and asked, "What do you want to buy?"

    He didn't have much work this morning, so he should have time to go out for a run.

    Song Yan said: "Drawing board, sketch paper, and pencils."

 

    There were many kinds of pencils, Yan Zhuo asked: "How many B do you want?"

     "All."

Special Relationship Chapter 1

Chapter 1 He has a bad temper

    [I heard that 108 next door lived in a beautiful man with a bad temper. 】

    H City just finished a heavy snow, and a strong wind blew.

    The wind hit the face like a knife, and the cold air infiltrated into the pores along the skin texture, making people felt cold all over.

    As a southerner, Yan Zhuo had lived in this northern town for more than three years, but in winter, he still couldn't adapt to the climate here.

    Wrapping his down jacket tightly, he walked into the Ningkang Sanatorium.

    This small nursing home was where he worked and he did volunteer here.

    From the winter break of his sophomore year to the present.

    The air conditioner was turned on in the hall, and the warmth spread from the soles of his feet to his limbs, and Yan Zhuo, who was about to freeze to death, finally recovered.

    He walked to Room 107 and knocked on the door. After a while, the door opened, revealing an old lady with a benevolent face.

    She bent over, her hair was gray.

    "Bought it back?" she asked.

    Yan Zhuo nodded and handed her the thing he was carrying.

    Seeing that his lips was frozen, the old lady flattered and said, "Thank you."

    Then, she pulled him into the room.

    The old lady had bad legs and trembled when she walked. Yan Zhuo followed behind and glanced into the room. Sure enough, she wasn't alone in the room, Aunt Xu from Room 201 and Mrs. Jin from Room 203 were also here.

    "is it allright?" Yan Zhuo asked.

    He thought he could leave as soon as he delivered.

    "Playing mahjong," the old lady said, "three missing one."

    This was to temporarily pull Yan Zhuo over as a mahjong partner.

    Yan Zhuo asked, "Where's Uncle Qi?"

    Uncle Qi and them were dead mahjong friends.

    The old lady pursed her lips and said, "I told him not to come, and said that recently he always lost playing mahjong." 

He didn't expect the friendship of the elderly to be so fragile, and the boat overturned.

    Yan Zhuo refused: "...Grandma Yang, you should find someone else, I-"

    Grandma Yang interrupted him, and said with reason: "Since you call me grandma, then you are the grandson, be filial to grandma, What's wrong with playing mahjong with grandma?"

    Yan Zhuo: "..." Calling grandma was just a social courtesy.

    Yan Zhuo was reluctantly pushed to the mahjong table and began to drive the ducks to the shelves to shuffle the cards.

    After a few games, he lost horribly.

    "Stop playing," Yan Zhuo said, pushing mahjong, "If I lose again, my forehead will be swollen."

    That's right, whoever lost would be knocked out. Despite the fact that the sum of age of the three people at this table was nearly 200, their hands were not weak at all.

    Yan Zhuo clapped his hands and was about to stand up when he suddenly heard a "bang" sound next door, and the sound of many heavy objects falling to the ground.

    "It's started again."

    Aunt Xu, who was present, said that it seemed that she had already seen it.

    Yan Zhuo was curious and asked, "What started?"

    Some time ago, because he was busy preparing the opening report, he was absent for a while. So he had no idea what happened recently or who moved in next door.

    People who had nothing to do mostly like to gossip, and it happened that Yan Zhuo asked again, and then the three of them began to explain to Yan Zhuo word by word.

    Their voices were noisy and their speech was incoherent, basically saying what they thought. However, Yan Zhuo still spied some useful information from it.

    Two weeks ago, a man moved in next door. According to Grandma Yang, he looked like a talent. But unfortunately, the man was blind, or acquired blindness to be precise. So it may be blamed on others, or it may be unacceptable. He threw a tantrum every few days, didn't make a lot of noise, just smashed things.

    Yan Zhuo couldn't help but say, "The dean didn't ask him to lose money?"

    "How can you," Aunt Xu said, "he smashed his own things."

    Yan Zhuo: "Okay..." That's considered rich and willful.

    Aunt Xu added: "He's also a poor man, a good young man who suddenly lost his sight. Who can stand it?."

    "That's right!" Mrs. Jin took over and agreed, "He's been here for so many days. No one in the family has seen it, and I don't know what's going on, so I'm not sure—"

    She paused and continued, "Isn't it because of the car accident, could it be the whole family be in the car?"

    Next, they made another random guess, chatting non-stop.

    Hearing that Yan Zhuo was a little upset, he unconsciously frowned.

    Grandma Yang saw it and began to warn him: "You should stay away from 108 when you work in the future, and don't provoke others."

    "..."

    Yan Zhuo was speechless.

    He asked, "Do I look like someone who takes the initiative to cause trouble?"

    "Stinky boy, I kindly remind you." Grandma Yang said. The kind of person who had money and bad temper, whoever got on it was unlucky.

    "Then I thank you."

    Yan Zhuo got up and walked out.

    "Hey - where are you going? Mahjong isn't over yet!" someone shouted from behind.

    Yan Zhuo waved his hand and replied, "Go to work." 

As soon as he left, mahjong couldn't be played, and everyone started chatting.

    Before Yan Zhuo went out, she could still hear Aunt Xu sigh, "It's going to trouble Nurse Zhang again..." 

That's right.

    When Yan Zhuo passed 108, the door was open, the room was in a mess, and nurse Zhang was cleaning the garbage.

    She was very surprised to see Yan Zhuo, and asked, "Is the university on vacation?"

    Yan Zhuo hummed and said meaningfully, "It's hard work."

    Nurse Zhang smiled and tilted his head helplessly.

    Yan Zhuo followed her movements and looked into the room.

    The wind blew away the clouds, the sun shined on the ground, and a man was standing by the window against the light, smoking a cigarette.

    It was a tall but slightly thin back. Against the background of the smoke, it only gave birth to a sense of sadness and loneliness.

    Yan Zhuo saw a God for a moment.

    ...

    After a while, a warning suddenly popped into his mind, it was Grandma Yang's vicissitudes of life voice——

    Stay away from him and don't provoke him.

    Yan Zhuo frowned and thought: Forget it, who cares, everyone in the world has their own misfortunes, and it's none of my business.

    Thinking so, he couldn't help but look back before leaving.

    It was around four o'clock in the afternoon when they met each other again. Because of the geographical location of H City, it was getting dark at that time.

    After Yan Zhuo finished his work, he passed by the back garden when he was about to go back to the dormitory. At that time, the artificial lake had been frozen into an ice skating rink, and the bare trees were covered with smog. If someone splashed a handful of water on the ground, he would bet it would freeze into ice in less than a minute.

    Therefore, in this extremely cold weather, people who were still outside admiring the scenery either had water in their brains or had holes in their heads.

    This was Yan Zhuo's first thought when he saw that person.

    Wearing a camel trench coat and jeans, the man sat quietly on the chaise longue, his eyes peering into the distant void.

    Obviously nothing could be seen, but it seemed to be looking at the scenery.

    Yan Zhuo sucked in the cold red nose and couldn't help but think: Wouldn't it be cold to wear so little?

    About five minutes passed, maybe longer.

    The man got up. He reached out and took the blind stick leaning against the reclining chair and walked forward step by step. The black stick became the tentacles of a snail in his hand, and he slowly explored in all directions.

    Yan Zhuo realized that he had been in this back garden for a long time, just because he saw a strange man! He's spying on someone!

    This realization made him not in a good mood, he frowned and turned away.

    But before he took two steps, he only heard a "dong" sound and pulled back the pace he was about to leave.

    Oops!

    Because of the weather, the snow had melted into ice. When the man passed the stone steps with a stick, the soles of his feet slipped and he knelt on the ground.

    Yan Zhuo ran over at the fastest speed.

    Perhaps because of embarrassment, he remained in a fallen position with his head down and motionless.

    Yan Zhuo asked, "Are you alright?" As he said that, he grabbed the opponent's arm, trying to pull him up.

    But who knew that the man didn't appreciate it, he brushed away his hand and said, "Go away."

    Yan Zhuo was stunned, his head was dazed, he was just kind.

    "Are...are you okay?" he asked again.

    "It's okay," the man said. The voice was low and slightly hoarse, but it was surprisingly pleasant.

    He began to fumble for the crutches that had gone somewhere because of the fall.

    At this moment, Yan Zhuo saw his face clearly. It was indeed handsome and pleasing to the eye, but—that face, no matter how you looked at it, made him familiar.

    Yan Zhuo asked uncertainly, "Song, Song Yan... Mr. Song?"

    Song Yan turned his head in the direction of him, with a puzzled expression on his face.

    Yan Zhuo smiled and said, "I know you, I—"

    He paused, "I'm a student at the nearby Academy of Fine Arts, I once copied your paintings, and there are pictures of your profile in the album."

    Song Yan: "Oh."

    He didn't seem touched at all.

    "..."

    Yan Zhuo gritted his teeth, feeling that the person in front of him was colder than the minus ten degrees. One could freeze people into ice balls.

    Since the other party couldn't see it anyway, Yan Zhuo didn't maintain a smile at all, but said in a good voice, "It's cold on the ground, I'll help you up."

    Song Yan: "No, you can go, I can do it myself." 

He was rejected for no reason . Even the most enthusiastic person couldn't stand it twice. Yan Zhuo nodded, realizing that the person in front of him couldn't see. He said, "Well, be careful, the ground is full of ice and it's very slippery."

    After that, he stepped aside.

    Song Yan said that he could, and that was true. Although he moved very slowly, he stood up steadily.

    Yan Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, and he didn't know why.

    Song Yan walked in the front, Yan Zhuo followed behind.

    He recklessly looked at Song Yan's back.

    Visually measuring about 185, tall, especially the legs, which were very long. Under the wrapping of jeans, it could make people feel the outline of thin legs.

    Yan Zhuo thought: It seems that he is not wearing long pants.

    The back garden was not far from the inpatient department, and it took a few minutes to arrive.

    After seeing Song Yan entering the hall, he turned around and walked towards the staff dormitory.

    After Yan Zhuo returned to the dormitory, he took a stack of picture albums from the cabinet and slowly turned them over.

    He searched for a long time, and finally——

    "I found it." He said excitedly.

    Yan Zhuo opened the first page, the photo on the profile and the face of the man in the back garden just now gradually overlapped in his mind.

    It's Song Yan, that's right.

    Song Yan was quite famous in the art circle.

    He is good at sketching, especially portraits, and his paintings were particularly expressive. When Yan Zhuo was in high school, he often copied his paintings. Their teacher once said that when you copy the master's paintings and reach 60% of your skills, the exam was almost the same.

    Yan Zhuo suddenly remembered Song Yan's silent back in the smoke, and couldn't help sighing. For a painter, this kind of unexpected "accident" was the most cruel.

    What a pity.

    That night, Yan Zhuo had a terrifying dream.

    In a dream, he dragged his tired body into a shabby room in a violent snowstorm. The room was pitch-dark and there was no broken stool. Yan Zhuo sat down on the ground angrily, but his butt was still warm... Suddenly there was a "tick tick" sound from a corner behind him, he turned his head and saw a snowman covered in gauze with Song Yan's nose and mouth. melt.

    After a few seconds—

    Song snowman opened his mouth and asked, "Did you see my eyeballs?"

    Yan Zhuo swallowed, "No, no."

    "Really?" Song Yan said, opening and closing his mouth. The cold voice made people felt like falling into an ice cellar, "I'm so sad, can you give me your eyeballs..."

    This dream was too scary.

    It was so scary that the first thing Yan Zhuo did when he woke up was to feel if his eyeballs were still hanging in his eye