"… "
If it went on like this, Wen Yifan felt that he was going to be brainwashed by Sang Yan.
- She had heard for a long time about the beauty of the mulberry card in this town shop, and came from thousands of miles to see its magnificent appearance. Even if she found out that this card was her former suitor, she was still moved because of it, and then she did everything possible to find a sense of existence in front of him.
All actions done in his presence were purposeful.
Wen Yifan resisted the urge to complain, and replied calmly: [It turned out to be yours.]
Wen Yifan: [Sorry for causing you trouble again. Otherwise, you can see when it is convenient for you, and I will go and get it from you.]
After thinking about it, she felt that they could completely eliminate the chance to meet: [Or you put the key in your bar, and I'll go to the bar to get it. do you think it's OK?]
Waited a while.
He didn't reply right away.
Wen Yifan wasn't in a hurry and didn't take the time to wait for him. She continued her busy work, carefully revising the first draft and sending it to the editor. Hearing the phone ringing, she picked it up and glanced at it.
Sang Yan: [I don't have time these days.]
Wen Yifan replied patiently: [Then when are you free?]
next moment.
Sang Yan sent a voice over, in a lazy tone: "Saturday night."
Saturday night…
Wen Yifan thought for a while.
She takes her Sunday off.
Got the key from him on Saturday night and returned it to the former landlord on Sunday, which seemed like a good deal. Just have to tell the landlord that it will be a few days later, but there should be no problem.
Wen Yifan: [Okay.]
Wen Yifan: [Then why don't it be set at an overtime bar or near your house?]
Wen Yifan: [I don't want to trouble you to run too far.]
After about half a minute, Sang Yan sent two more voices.
Wen Yifan opened it.
Sang Yan laughed inexplicably, and spit out two words slowly: "My home?"
"… "
Wen Yifan's eyelids twitched.
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From Sang Yan's words between the lines, Wen Yifan could clearly hear the message that "your intentions should not be too obvious" in his words, but he didn't say it clearly: "Huh? Don't."
Sang Yan: "You can come directly to the door of 'overtime'."
"… "
I thought that since the masks on both sides were torn off, the way of getting along would probably be normal, but Sang Yan may have been sought after too much in recent years, and the sense of superiority was too strong.
As a result, no matter how ordinary what happened, he felt that others had other intentions against him.
At this moment, Wen Yifan clearly realized that he had to be 100,000 energetic all the time to speak in front of Sang Yan.
It's not enough to say anything about him.
Wen Yifan exhaled and replied: [Okay.]
After that, Wen Yifan put the phone aside.
The editor just happened to email her a revision opinion, Wen Yifan opened it to look at it, and noticed the time at the bottom right of the computer.
Thoughts flickered for a moment.
She suddenly remembered that the last time she met with Sang Yan, it seemed to be two days after New Year's Day. The key must have been dropped at that time, and it has been almost a week since now.
Why did you come to tell her about the key just now
Don't want to contact her, so wait for her to contact her
There seems to be such a possibility.
Wen Yifan didn't pay much attention to this matter.
After overtime, Wen Yifan went home.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw Wang Linlin really lying on the sofa in the living room. At this time, she was watching TV while applying a mask, and there was a bowl of fruit salad beside her. She seemed to be in a good mood and was humming a song.
Wen Yifan took the initiative to call her: "Sister Lin."
Wang Linlin said vaguely: "Are you back? It seems to be quite early today."
"Well, not much today."
"This job can be tiring." Wang Linlin thought to herself, "I've been in "Communication" for the past few years, and how many people have left. Only working overtime without increasing the price, who can stand it. Look at how many people in our group survived. When you get sick, your salary will go to the hospital."
Wen Yifan just smiled: "It's okay."
"By the way, Xiaofan," Wang Linlin sat up and raised a question, "Did you get up in the middle of the night last night?"
Wen Yifan was stunned: "No."
Wang Linlin seemed to just mention it casually: "That should be my dream. Why do I feel that there is movement in the living room in the half-sleep and half-awake room. I checked the time and it was past three in the morning."
"..." Hearing this, Wen Yifan suddenly remembered a problem he had made in the past. But it's been a long time since she committed it, and Wang Linlin wasn't sure what she said. She thought about it but didn't mention it.
"Yeah." Wen Yifan glanced at the time and said actively, "Sister Lin, I'll take a shower first."
"Wait a minute, you can wash it later." Wang Linlin stopped her and patted the seat next to her, "Xiaofan, let's talk. Come sit down, I have something to tell you."
Wen Yifan walked over obediently: "What's wrong?"
"You have to promise me first," Wang Linlin took off the mask and threw it into the trash can, with a slightly flattering expression, "You will never be angry after listening to me."
Wen Yifan nodded: "Okay."
"I told you just now that this job is really tiring, and I can't even afford a bag that my boyfriend bought for me with one month's salary. It's really my limit that I can work for so long." Wang Linlin Said, "I submitted my resignation letter to the director a few days ago, and I don't plan to do it anymore. My cousin introduced me to a job at Gaozikou—"
Speaking of this, she stopped and said in a lower voice, "Isn't this still a long way off?"
Wen Yifan instantly understood what she meant: "Aren't you going to live here?"
Wang Linlin explained: "Don't be angry. I didn't know in advance that my new job was so far away from here. I was thinking of sharing a lease with you."
"… "
Probably because she really felt it was wrong, Wang Linlin's attitude was much better than usual: "I should have to move in a few days. Before moving, I will definitely find you a new shared roommate. Do you think this will work?"
Regarding this matter, Wen Yifan's mood actually did not fluctuate much.
When she heard Su Tian say that Wang Linlin had resigned today, she had thought about this possibility, so she wasn't too surprised at the moment. Not to mention angry.
Wen Yifan's expression was gentle: "It's okay, I can understand. You can find a suitable job, and I'm happy for you. You don't have to worry too much about your new roommate. I'll just figure out a way myself."
"Oh Xiaofan, you are so nice!" Wang Linlin breathed a sigh of relief, holding her arm coquettishly, "I'm worried that you will scold me. The first roommate I was looking for was because of this reason. There was a quarrel."
"… "
When the matter was resolved, Wang Linlin began to complain: "I'm really speechless, I don't think I've done anything wrong anyway, I can't move a house? Then when I found her to share a lease with her, I never thought I would move so soon. what… "
Wen Yifan curled the corners of his lips and said nothing.
"But Xiaofan, you are still very reasonable," Wang Linlin smiled sweetly, "I will definitely find you a reliable roommate."
"No, it's okay."
"Oh, it's fine, don't worry." Wang Linlin said, "I will definitely ask your opinion before I look for it. If you don't like it, I won't force you to live with the roommate I introduced."
Hearing this, Wen Yifan responded.
"Then trouble you."
What Wang Linlin means is that when the work is handed over, she will almost move after she officially resigns. Because she has already found a house in Gaozikou, she will move out before next weekend at the latest.
However, Wen Yifan was not too worried.
After all, Wang Linlin has already paid one month's rent.
She still has time to find a new roommate.
But Wen Yifan didn't know many people in Nanwu City, and the classmates who were in the same class at the time were no longer in contact. Although she was added through the QQ friend list at that time, there were many high school classmates in Nanwu at that time in her WeChat address book, but she basically never contacted them.
So not familiar.
It's no different from strangers.
Wen Yifan still intends to ask Zhong Siqiao for help.
After all, Zhong Siqiao grew up here, and even went to college in Nanwu, so he must know more people than her. Moreover, the people introduced by Zhong Siqiao, she will also feel reliable and at ease.
Before I knew it, it was Saturday night.
Knowing that Sang Yan couldn't take the initiative to find him, Wen Yifan first sent him a WeChat message when he was about to get off work.
It was almost eight o'clock that Sang Yan replied: [Come here.]
Wen Yifan's outline was not finished yet, but she couldn't make Sang Yan wait for her. She packed up her things and planned to continue writing when she got home. I said goodbye to the rest of my colleagues and left the company.
It's almost time for Fallen Street.
Wen Yifan took out his mobile phone and sent another WeChat message to Sang Yan: [I'm almost there.]
After walking for a while, Wen Yifan came to the pass that must be crossed when entering Ruined Street. Before she could go inside, she noticed that Sang Yan was standing outside the pass at the moment.
He leaned against the black street light pole, his complexion was coldly whitened by the light, and his face was as usual without any expression. Still wearing dark clothes, the breath is cold and refusing to be thousands of miles away.
Wen Yifan never thought that Sang Yan would bring it to her in person.
I thought he would put it on the bar, or find a waiter to hand it over to her.
She didn't want to waste his time, she quickened her pace, and when she was about to call him, Sang Yan had already discovered her existence. His chin was slightly raised, his posture was lazy, and he threw the key into her arms without saying a word.
Wen Yifan subconsciously reached out to catch it: "Thank you."
Sang Yan nodded lightly.
Wen Yifan put the key back in his pocket and rushed home to write the outline. She never expects Sang Yan to be able to speak the scene, so she can only do it herself: "Then I won't disturb you, so I'll go back first?"
He didn't answer.
"I've bothered you too many times during this time." The other party wouldn't agree anyway, and Wen Yifan began to do the surface courtesy again, "You see when it's convenient for you, I'll treat you to a meal. I'm free at any time. ."
Sang Yan smiled: "How many times do you want to say this?"
Before she could answer, Sang Yan stared straight at her, as if she could clearly see what she was thinking at the moment. The corners of his lips curved into a shallow arc, and he said casually, "You won't give up without my consent?"
"… "
"Okay." Sang Yan seemed to be a little impatient, and reluctantly said, "Let's do it today."
"… "
Not expecting to get such a reply, Wen Yifan's expression was a little stiff.
Noticing her expression, Sang Yan tilted her head, with a bit of playfulness in her words: "What?"
Wen Yifan was helpless: "Nothing, what do you want to eat?"
Sang Yan raised her foot and walked forward: "Whatever."
Wen Yifan quickly followed: "Do you have any taboos?"
"a lot of."
"… "
Wen Yifanti: "Then why don't you eat hot pot?"
Sang Yan: "No."
Wen Yifan: "What about the barbecue?"
Sang Yan: "A smell."
Wen Yifan: "Sichuan cuisine?"
Sang Yan: "Too spicy."
Wen Yifan: "What about the casserole porridge?"
Sang Yan: "Don't eat."
"… "
Wen Yifan had never seen anyone who was more difficult to serve than him.
She has always ordered takeout or cooked by herself, and rarely goes out to eat, but now she really can't think of anything else. Wen Yifan sighed and said with a good temper: "Then you can choose what you want to eat. I can do it. I have no taboos."
Sang Yan was about to speak when his phone suddenly rang.
He picked it up.
The two were close together, and the voice on the other end was too loud, so Wen Yifan could clearly hear the voice on the phone: "Sang Yan! Your house is blown up!"
"..." Sang Yan frowned, "Say something human."
"Fuck, that's not right. The downstairs of your house exploded!" The voice of the person on the phone became more and more excited, and even started to roar, "It's burning your house! It's all fucking gone! Come back quickly!!!"
The surroundings became quiet for a moment.
Wen Yifan immediately raised his head and looked at his phone.
"… "
Seeming to be too noisy, Sang Yan took the phone away, and put it back to her ear when the other end roared. His expression didn't change, and he said calmly, "Oh, then you can call 119 for me."
After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
He looked at Wen Yifan, as if nothing had happened: "Let's go."
Wen Yifan: "Your house is on fire, won't you go home?"
Sang Yan asked back, "I'm a firefighter?"
"… "
A few seconds passed.
Wen Yifan suddenly asked, "May I take the liberty to ask, where is your home?"
Sang Yan glanced at her: "What are you doing?"
Wen Yifan took out his mobile phone from his pocket and said honestly, "I want to rush over and make a report."
"… "