As if it was absurd, Sang Yan laughed angrily: "What?"
After finding Qian Weihua in the newsletter, Wen Yifan called. While waiting for the other party to answer, she asked again: "Can you tell me the name and specific address of the community?"
Sang Yan: "?"
Before Wen Yifan could wait for an answer, the other end had already picked up the phone.
Before Wen Yifan could speak, Qian Weihua quickly said a string of words: "Exactly, I just wanted to call you. Did you just leave the unit? I just received a hotline, there was a fire in the nearby Zhongnan Century City, you are now Come with me to the scene."
Wen Yifan hurriedly responded, and hung up after telling him his specific location.
She met Sang Yan's gaze.
I always feel that the atmosphere is a little quiet.
Wen Yifan took the initiative to say, "Do you live in Zhongnan Century City?"
Sang Yan: "..."
"I need to work overtime temporarily, will I invite you next time for this meal?" Wen Yifan paused for a few seconds and asked hesitantly, "My teacher is driving over now, do you want to take you by the way?"
…
Three minutes later, the two got into the interview car in the stage.
The driver was Qian Weihua, and Fu Zhuang also followed, sitting in the back seat. Sang Yan's car was parked in the parking lot in the pass, and he was too lazy to go back to drive, so Wen Yifan asked him to sit in the back seat as well, and took the passenger seat himself.
Fu Zhuang immediately asked, "Sister Yifan, who is this?"
Wen Yifan buckled his seat belt and said casually, "My high school classmate lives in Zhongnan Century City. He should be the owner of the house where the fire broke out. He has to go back and check the situation."
Qian Weihua started the car and said in amazement, "What a coincidence? It's only started in 14 years, so why does this happen."
Fu Zhuang blurted out, "Could this be an ominous sign?"
"..." Wen Yifan said, "Da Zhuang, don't talk nonsense."
"But brother, it must be a good sign for you to have such a thing happen," Fu Zhuang responded quickly, looked at Sang Yan, and changed his words in a timely manner, "The fire door is open! Brother, you will definitely get rich this year!"
Sang Yan glanced at him with the end of his eyes, too lazy to answer.
"Hey, brother." Fu Zhuang leaned closer, feeling that Sang Yan was a little familiar, "Why do I think you look so familiar, have we met before?"
Wen Yifan sat in the front and lowered his head to check the equipment. When he heard this, he subconsciously thought that Sang Yan would reply, "Your approach to chatting up is too low-level," but after waiting for a while, he didn't say a word.
She didn't care too much.
I think this may be because he is really not in the mood at this time.
Zhongnan Century City is very close to here, it only takes a few minutes by car.
When the group arrived at the scene, the fire truck and ambulance had already arrived. Many residents were evacuated from below, apparently running out in a hurry. Many people were wearing only pajamas and not even a coat.
Maybe I haven't experienced this kind of thing before, and now they're all gathered together and chatting.
It was nearly nine o'clock in the evening.
I don't know when it started to rain, and it was so dense that it was so cold that it seemed to be mixed with ice slag.
The fire broke out in House B on the eighth floor of Building No. 6. The flames blew the glass windows and burst out like a demon, spreading to the upper floor. The rain, which is like a fine point, has no effect at all, and it evaporates when it falls.
The house where Sang Yan lived was right above this household.
He looked up, the tip of his tongue touching the corner of his lower lip, and his eyebrows twitched slightly.
Wen Yifan could probably guess why he had that reaction at that time. It is estimated that the person who called him was not very reliable, and because of the suddenness of this incident, he probably did not take it to heart.
After a while, Sang Yan stepped aside to answer the phone.
Qian Weihua carried the camera and took pictures of the surrounding situation.
Vehicles are flashing red and blue, and firefighters are coming and going, fighting fires, saving people and controlling the order at the scene, and there is no free time.
The rain was getting heavy, and the light-colored concrete floor was stained darker. Night and rain will exacerbate the cold. The surroundings were noisy and messy, with human voices mixed with movement and stills, like a disaster movie in a movie.
Wen Yifan approached the crowd and went to interview the escaped residents: "Auntie, I'm sorry to bother you. I'm a reporter from the "Communication" column group of Nanwu TV City Channel. Are you a resident of Building 6?"
The aunt she interviewed held a child and spoke with a heavy accent: "Yes."
"What floor do you live on? How did you discover the fire?"
"On the fifth floor, I was shocked when I heard an explosion! I thought there were fireworks going on!" Seeing the camera, my aunt was very enthusiastic, "There was a lot of noise outside, so I ran out to watch it. ."
The uncle next to him interjected: "Yes! Several times! The situation is now under control—"
"boom!"
Before he finished speaking, there was a loud noise from the burning eighth floor. The orange-red flames stretched out, accompanied by thick smoke, as if to illuminate the night, and as if to devour it.
There was an uproar and gasps.
Qian Weihua quickly raised the camera and aimed it at the picture.
Wen Yifan followed, his eyes stopped on the ninth floor. Then, she subconsciously looked in Sang Yan's direction. He stood there, quietly watching the burning fire, and put the phone from his ear.
She withdrew her eyes, and sympathy came to her mind.
…
Fortunately, the damage caused by the explosion was not too great.
Only one firefighter suffered minor injuries.
All the residents in the building have been evacuated, and a child under the age of ten is left trapped in the elevator and rescued by firefighters. It took nearly an hour for the fire to be completely brought under control.
The fire department is still clearing the scene.
The cause of the fire is still unknown, and almost no items in the house were spared, and all of them were burned. The houses on the same floor as well as the upper and lower floors were also slightly damaged. House B on the ninth floor adjacent to it was the most severely affected, and the kitchen and living room were burned beyond recognition.
After interviewing the people involved in the accident, Wen Yifan and Fu Zhuang followed Qian Weihua to the scene with the consent of the owner and the leadership of the firefighters.
Qian Weihua took pictures of the situation in the house, listened to the firefighters briefly explaining the situation, and asked a few questions from time to time.
Wen Yifan also met Sang Yan when he arrived at House B on the ninth floor.
They did a simple interview with him, and this time it was Fu Zhuang's question. Because he knew someone, he asked casually, "Brother, how are you feeling now?"
Sang Yan obviously felt that the question he asked was extremely stupid, and there was sarcasm in his words: "I am very happy."
"… "
"I hope you can be as happy as I am."
"… "
Qian Weihua took the initiative to ask: "Did this fire cause serious damage to you?"
Sang Yan replied plainly: "It's okay."
Qian Weihua: "We just looked at the condition of the house, and almost none of the places are intact."
Sang Yan: "So what?"
"… "
Possibly aware of her arrogance, Sang Yan's next words clearly cooperated: "I didn't put anything valuable here, except for the house and furniture, I burned a mobile phone. But it has long been unusable."
Wen Yifan was taking notes beside him, and his movements were inexplicable. But there was no unnecessary conversation with him.
Afterwards, the group set off back to the stage to write manuscripts and cut films.
Fu Zhuang couldn't help but say: "Sister Yifan, your classmate is really miserable and awesome. He can still be so calm when the house is set on fire like this."
Qian Weihua: "You also comfort him and ask him to talk to the property and insurance company about compensation. Just find a new place to live during this time, don't be too sad because of this."
Wen Yifan hummed casually.
Although she didn't feel that the Sang Yeon piece needed her comfort.
Fu Zhuang began to push again: "But sister, you are also miserable. You have to go back to Taiwan to work overtime today. I already told the teacher that you can take me alone—"
Speaking of which, he lowered his voice, complaining at a volume only the two of them could hear.
"But he said I was too rubbish."
Hearing this, Wen Yifan nodded: "Indeed."
"… "
Although the night was a bit chaotic.
But this little episode was over for Wen Yifan.
The fire was just an accidental emergency, and it happened that Sang Yan was one of the victims. She went back to the stage to write the manuscript, handed in the news as a film, and the matter was over after the review and approval.
The follow-up that the victim needs to deal with after that has nothing to do with her.
Wen Yifan got the key back and returned it to the former landlord. Say goodbye to the previous house. If she can't meet Sang Yan, there is absolutely no need for her to take the initiative to mention the meal invitation to him through the communication tool.
The only problem she has left to solve in the near future.
That is, to find a reliable and suitable new roommate.
Wang Linlin completed the handover of work and moved out completely before the new week.
As if to keep her image of a good roommate from beginning to end, Wang Linlin emphasized again before leaving that she would definitely help her find a new roommate, so that she should not worry.
After all, sharing a lease is a long-term affair, and Wen Yifan never thought of living with the person Wang Linlin introduced.
Because there is a high probability that the person Wang Linlin introduced will be someone she does not know. At that time, if there is a conflict because of this aspect, and you have to find a new residence, it will be even more troublesome.
But she was so enthusiastic, Wen Yifan could only politely respond.
Wen Yifan had already asked Zhong Siqiao, and had been waiting for news from her all this time. Thinking that if she can't find it, she can only find it by posting a post on the Internet.
Every other week Friday.
Su Haoan was about to go out when he received a call from Sang Yan.
There was a bit of impatience in his words, and he came up and said directly: "Rent a house for me."
Su Haoan: "?"
"It's closer to 'overtime'. I'll live for a few months, and I'll move out after the house is renovated."
"Is there something wrong with you, I'm an intermediary? You can't go straight to your house."
"Okay, I'll go straight to your place." Sang Yan said, "I'll hang up."
"...Wait." Never thought he could be so brazen, Su Haoan gritted his teeth, "You pick a neighborhood, I'll ask my friend for you later."
silence.
After a few seconds, the other end said: "Shangdu Huacheng."
After hanging up, Su Haoan inexplicably remembered what Wang Linlin had said to him these days. With a tone of complaining and coquettish, he asked him to help find a new roommate for her roommate, saying that he really couldn't find it.
Su Haoan wanted to swear.
How much does he look like a real estate agent
Su Haoan was thinking about who to ask for help, and suddenly remembered where Wang Linlin used to live.
It seems to be Shangdu Huacheng.
If Su Haoan didn't remember anything.
Her roommate... seems to be Wen Yifan
Su Haoan paused for a phone call and raised his eyebrows.
During this period of years ago, the frequency of various incidents has increased.
Wen Yifan was busier than usual, and sometimes he didn't even have time to go home, so he just regarded Taili as another home. She was so exhausted that she felt like she could fall asleep standing up.
Working overtime day and night made her not want to think about other things. Sang Yan, who had met frequently before, also changed back to the old classmate she had not seen for a long time and had no contact with because she had never met again.
When thinking of this person in his spare time, Wen Yifan's only thought was that they should never meet again.
Sunday night.
Wen Yifan finally finished his work, and finally found a space to go home to take a breath and rest. She opened the door with the key, and as soon as she entered the entrance, she saw the back of a man.
The man was tall and thin, and it seemed that he had just come in and his shoes had not been taken off. There is a suitcase next to it.
Wen Yifan's mind suddenly went blank, and even his breathing stopped.
Thinking of the robbery case she followed two days ago, the female victim was stabbed twice by the gangster for resisting, and she is still lying in a coma in the hospital...
Hearing the movement, the man turned his head.
The two looked at each other.
When he saw his face, the image of Wen Yifan's brain immediately disappeared. She breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that her feet were still a little weak, and all the panic that rose in an instant was gradually replaced by inexplicable: "Why are you here?"
Sang Yan frowned: "I also want to ask why you are here."
"I live here." Wen Yifan was a little confused and just wanted to know, "How did you get in?"
While the words blurted out, Wen Yifan noticed the key in his hand.
- It's Wang Linlin's.
"… "
Half an hour passed.
The unbelievable thought that appeared in Wen Yifan's mind fell with his words.
"I just moved here."
"… "