"… "
Wen Yifan really never thought that he was silent here for a long time, treating her as air, and finally decided to talk to her "respectfully" to attract some business for his own store.
She was silent for three seconds before asking, "Is your store so difficult?"
"Isn't this not making much money? You have to spend some effort to promote it." Sang Yan said lazily, "Will you come? If you come, I'll be more generous and give you a roommate discount."
Wen Yifan was a little bit planning to go: "How much is the specific discount?"
Of course it would be nice if there was a discount.
While taking care of his business, she can save some money here.
It's also what they deserve.
Sang Yan tilted her head and pondered with her last tone: "Then ninety-nine."
"..." Wen Yifan couldn't believe his ears, "How much?"
Sang Yan didn't think there was anything wrong with what she said, and patiently repeated: "Nine-nine."
"… "
No wonder you have to make money.
Just wait for it to close.
Staring at him for a while, Wen Yifan said, "It's quite generous."
She didn't directly refuse: "I'll think about it."
"Okay, let me know in advance if you come," Sang Yan continued to look at her phone again, "I'll set up a channel for you."
"Okay." Thinking that the other party has helped him a lot, Wen Yifan reminded him kindly, "Although publicity is important, you also have to think about store decoration."
Sang Yan raised her eyes: "What do you mean?"
"Your shop's sign is too inconspicuous, it doesn't look like a bar, but rather like one," Wen Yifan stopped, wondering if it would make him unhappy, "Barbershop."
"… "
"When I went there for the first time, it took me a long time to find 'overtime'." Wen Yifan said honestly, "And it seems that there is no desire for people to enter."
The living room was silent for a while.
Not sure if this reminder was mentioned before, Wen Yifan felt that he didn't have the position to tell him these words of encouragement. She drank the rest of the coffee and took the initiative to ease the atmosphere: "But I'm just making an opinion."
"Since it's so hard to find," but Sang Yan didn't seem to care about her words, and repeated meaningfully, "and I don't have the desire to enter—"
He paused just right, with a bit of playfulness in his words, "So why did you come to my bar for the first time?"
"… "
Wen Yifan choked, unable to answer.
After all, even if she didn't initiate it, this purpose is indeed impure.
Sang Yan did not continue to ask more intimately. He retracted his eyes and said casually, "I will consider your suggestion."
Wen Yifan breathed a sigh of relief: "Then—"
"However." Sang Yan's tone was very drawn, "I don't plan to change."
"… "
Wen Yifan felt like he was wasting time by talking to him here. After eating the biscuits, she put on her coat and went out the door. When we arrived at the company, it was almost time for lunch.
Su Tian was sitting in the seat and asked, "Why are you so late today?"
"I have nothing to do today, I just have an interview this afternoon." Wen Yifan said, "Compared with work, life is more important. If I don't sleep more, I don't think I will live next year."
"Oh, yes. I don't even want to leave the door for a rest now, I just want to lie on the bed for a day." Su Tian lay on the table and mourned, "Can the time go faster, hurry up for the New Year, I want to have a vacation!"
Then, suddenly, Su Tian sat up: "By the way, I forgot to tell you."
"what?"
"Wang Linlin asked me on WeChat just now and asked you to return to her WeChat." Su Tian said, "Didn't you reply to her? But why is she looking for you? She seems to be in a hurry, and she found me here."
Wen Yifan turned on the computer: "I'll take a look later."
Her mood has always been calm, and Su Tian didn't notice anything when she looked at the water: "But Yifan, you are also a good person. She moved out as soon as you moved in. If I were you, I would definitely move with you."
"Anyway, she rented the house." Su Tian rolled her eyes, "She is probably happy now, it's still so long before it expires, she can even get the deposit back if she moves in advance."
"It's not a big deal," Wen Yifan said, "I really like this house."
Su Tian sighed, "That's why I said you were nice."
…
During this period, Qian Weihua went to Linzhen on a business trip because of a commotional murder case. He had a follow-up interview on hand and rushed out, the director kept urging him, but he was also incapable of doing anything, so this report was received by Wen Yifan.
It was an attempted rape case that happened on the evening of the 17th.
After the female victim got off work, she was held by a man with a knife on her way home and dragged into a remote alley in the North District. The male stall owner who passed by found out and came to the rescue, and the female victim escaped.
During the confrontation, the male stall owner's nerves in his hands were severely damaged.
After finishing the outline, Wen Yifan felt that the time was almost up, got up and looked around: "Da Zhuang."
Su Tian: "It seems that someone called me out for an interview, I don't know."
"Okay." Wen Yifan didn't care, "Then I'll go by myself."
When Wen Yifan joined the "Communication" column group, he came in as a text reporter. That being said, but when the team is understaffed, everything has to be done.
Learn to do it.
Camera interviews, writing, editing, and post-production are all done by one person.
Taking the equipment, Wen Yifan went to the city hospital alone.
Wen Yifan found the ward where the male stall owner was, and after obtaining his consent, he interviewed him about his current situation.
The male stall owner was in his early thirties and looked honest and honest. To every question Wen Yifan asked, he answered them seriously, too shy to meet her gaze, and his face would turn red when he accidentally bumped into her.
After asking the questions on the outline, Wen Yifan added a few more, and he didn't disturb him after that. She took the photographic equipment, thanked the male stall owner, and planned to go to his attending doctor to ask in detail.
As soon as he left the door of the ward, Wen Yifan was stopped by someone.
"You... eh, Wen Yifan?"
Follow the sound.
Two or three meters away, a girl with slightly familiar eyebrows was looking at her hesitantly. She looked young, and she carried a fruit basket in her hand, as if she had come to visit a doctor.
Wen Yifan smiled at her, but didn't remember who she was for a while.
"When did you go back to Nanwu?" The girl frowned, "Why didn't I hear that from my mother."
This made Wen Yifan instantly recognize her.
Zheng Kejia.
Is her stepfather's daughter.
Speaking of which, Wen Yifan's last meeting with her seemed to be a sophomore in high school.
At that time, Zheng Kejia was in the first year of junior high school, and she had not yet had the consciousness to dress herself up, and her character was charming and willful. It's very different from the way he will dress up after he grows up now.
Wen Yifan never thought that he would meet her here.
Noticing what Wen Yifan was holding, Zheng Kejia guessed, "Are you on a business trip?"
"No, I moved back to Nanwu." Wen Yifan began to cope with the heavy weight of the camera, "I still have a job, and I will contact you when I have time."
Zheng Kejia muttered, "Who wants to contact you."
"Alright," Wen Yifan nodded, "then we will both save time."
"..." Zheng Kejia was speechless by her words, and after a long time, she said, "Why are you coming back when you have nothing to do."
"Can I come back if I have something to do?" Wen Yifan smiled. "You don't have to worry. Just because I'm going back to Nanwu doesn't mean I'll go home and live. We've never seen each other today. As long as you don't tell me, no one else will know."
Zheng Kejia frowned: "I didn't say I wouldn't let you go home."
Wen Yifan: "Okay, you didn't say it."
"Why are you so irritating," Zheng Kejia was a little unhappy, "I'm not talking to you well? I just said before that I don't want to live with you, so how can I say it now."
Wen Yifan stood there and looked at her quietly.
As he talked, Zheng Kejia gradually lost his confidence: "And it's been a long time ago, how old was I at that time..."
"It's been a long time indeed, and I almost don't recognize you. It seems that we don't need to catch up." Wen Yifan said, "Go visit the doctor, you're tired even carrying fruit."
"Wait! Are you going home for the New Year?" Zheng Kejia said, "Aren't you coming back to meet my little brother?"
The younger brother in Zheng Kejia's mouth is a boy born to Zhao Yuandong three years after his remarriage.
Wen Yifan has never seen it.
Zhao Yuandong occasionally sends photos to her.
"No." Wen Yifan gave an excuse, "I'm very busy with work, so I hardly have any vacations."
Silence for a moment.
Zheng Kejia took out his mobile phone from his pocket and asked, "Then let's add a WeChat, can we have a meal tonight? I apologize to you, I did something wrong in the past—"
"Zheng Kejia," Wen Yifan had to make a trip to the police station in a while, and then had to write scripts and cut films on stage, and really didn't have time to talk to her, "I just want to live my own life."
"… "
"I don't go back to Nanwu for anyone, and it's not because of you that I don't go home." Wen Yifan said softly, "I do everything for myself."
"… "
Wen Yifan glanced at the time: "I was really in a hurry, so I left first."
Zheng Kejia moved her lips, but said nothing.
Without waiting for her to respond, Wen Yifan turned to look at the sign, and followed the direction to the neurology department.
Wen Yifan found the attending doctor of the male stall owner. She didn't want to delay the doctor's visit, so she didn't take too long. She asked a few questions according to the situation of the male stall owner, thanked her and left.
Before leaving the hospital, Wen Yifan went to the toilet.
Wen Yifan bent down to turn on the faucet, and when he touched the ice water, he shrank unconsciously. She was stunned for a moment, perhaps because of Zheng Kejia who had just met.
Reminds her of a lot of things from the past.
Wen Yifan remembered what her father Wen Liangzhe had said to her.
- "We Shuangjiang are girls, don't always touch cold water."
Over the years, it seems that Wen Yifan's emotions are only affected when he thinks of Wen Liangzhe. Her nose was sore, she blinked her eyes hard, and slowly washed her hands.
The nickname of Wen Yifan High School is not just made up by the students, but it is well-founded.
At that time, she really didn't know how to do anything. All the cleaning in the dormitory life was taught by her roommates. She has a good temper. Sometimes people get angry with her when they get impatient, and she doesn't hold grudges.
Wen Yifan was pampered and grew up since childhood. She is the only daughter in the family, and the only jewel in the palm of Wen Liangzhe and Zhao Yuandong. They support anything she wants to do, they don't have much expectations of her, they just hope she can live her life happily and safely.
At that time, Wen Yifan lived a very carefree life.
Even though she didn't have many friends in the class, she was still happy.
Because she got enough love.
But Wen Yifan never thought she would have such a day.
Because of Wen Liangzhe's death, because of Zhao Yuandong's remarriage, and because of her extreme fear of being robbed of her father's favored Zheng Kejia, she was sent to live with her grandmother by Zhao Yuandong.
Later, because her grandmother was in poor health, she was sent to the uncle's house.
That was probably the most sensitive time of Wen Yifan's life.
— She felt like no one wanted.
Although there is a place to live, she still feels that there is no place in this world for her.
I feel like I don't belong.
Wen Yifan was very afraid of doing something wrong, and he lived extremely tremblingly. Even when eating, the chopsticks and the bowl made a colliding sound, and his breathing would stop subconsciously.
Wen Yifan inexplicably remembered a past event.
One weekend.
The aunt gave Wen Yifan twenty dollars to go out and buy a box of shredded chicken.
Wen Yifan obediently took the money and went out.
Wen Yifan went to the shop designated by the aunt to buy a shredded chicken, but when Wen Yifan was about to give the money, he found that the money was gone.
At that time, her mind was blank, looking at the boss's expression, she could only say it in a hurry and then come back to get it. Then, Wen Yifan walked back along the way, staring at every corner of the ground earnestly.
It was repeated back and forth several times.
Wen Yifan also didn't see the slightest trace of the twenty yuan.
She still remembers the feeling at that time.
Terrified, but helpless.
Even if I think about it now, it seems like a rather ridiculous thing.
Just twenty bucks.
She only lost twenty dollars.
Just for such a small thing.
Wen Yifan didn't go back all afternoon, walking around aimlessly until it was dark. She stopped at an empty bus stop, sat in a chair, and stared at the gray concrete floor.
It feels like everything is slowing down.
She dare not go back.
I'm afraid that because of this incident, my uncle will send him to the next relative's house. Then things like this just keep happening.
She would be a burden that everyone was shirking from.
Then.
At that time, Sang Yan seemed to have fallen from the sky and suddenly appeared in front of her. He seemed to have just returned from a game somewhere, holding a basketball in his hand, his upper body was soaked, and the ends of his hair were dyed with sweat.
Sang Yan walked in front of her and bent down, with the peculiar aura of a teenager. At that time, he knew her nickname, as if deliberately, and never called her real name again: "Wen Shuangjiang, what are you doing here?"
Hearing the voice, Wen Yifan slowly raised his head to look at him, silent.
Sang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Why do you look like this?"
Still quiet.
Sang Yan touched her with the basketball: "You have to say something."
"Sang Yan," Wen Yifan responded in a low voice, "Can you lend me twenty dollars?"
"… "
"I went out to buy something, and the money fell."
Sang Yan was stunned for a moment, then reached out and flipped through his pockets: "I came out without money."
Wen Yifan lowered his eyes immediately: "There's no need for that..."
"No need, I just don't have money now, it doesn't mean I have no money in five minutes." Sang Yan stood up straight, "You just sit here, five minutes will do."
"… "
After thinking about it, Sang Yan put the basketball in her hand again.
"wait for me."
Before Wen Yifan could answer, Sang Yan ran away, not knowing where to go. She lowered her head again, staring at the dirty basketball in her hand and the lines on it.
The evening wind was blowing quietly.
The car in front of you came, and another car came.
Wen Yifan didn't know if there were five minutes.
I just remember that Sang Yan came back soon. He was still panting, squatted in front of her, and pulled out the twenty dollars he didn't know where he got it from his pocket: "Take it, remember to pay it back."
Wen Yifan's hand was a little stiff, and he took the money: "Thank you."
Sang Yan looked up at her, sweat dripping down her forehead hair: "Why are you still crying?"
"… "
He smiled: "There's no need to be so moved, right?"
Wen Yifan pursed his lower lip and repeated: "Thank you."
"Okay, it's not a big deal," Sang Yan scratched her head, noticing that she was still in a bad mood, but didn't know how to comfort her.
"… "
"If it falls again next time, just give me a call." The boy's brows were full of energy, and he pulled the corner of his lower lip, "I'll lend you as much as I can, okay?"