For the next three days, Wen Yifan went to work as usual.
Sang Yan seems to be busy with something, and he hasn't come back since the party ended. But he abides by the aforementioned rules very much, every night at ten o'clock, Wen Yifan will receive his WeChat on time.
Over time.
The number of words he spoke also gradually decreased.
first day.
Sang Yan: [If you don't come back tonight, lock the door.]
the next day.
Sang Yan: [If you don't return, lock the door.]
Day three.
Sang Yan: [Lock the door.]
"… "
Wen Yifan's attitude remained the same.
Reply "OK" every time.
The next afternoon.
After Wen Yifan and Fu Zhuang went out for an interview, they went to the editing room to cut the film.
Some time ago, due to school matters, Fu Zhuang asked for leave several times, so during this period of time, he took a week of classes and didn't get a vacation. He lay down on the table and sighed, "Oh, it's too difficult."
Wen Yifan replied casually, "What's so difficult?"
"Yesterday, Lao Qian scolded me again," Fu Zhuang sat up straight, imitating Qian Weihua's tone vividly, "Said I was cut like shit that a dog can't pull out! Give me your suggestions for revisions. It's hard for him to cut a new one himself!"
"Huh?" Wen Yifan tilted his head, "Then let him cut it."
"… "
"It doesn't make him any easier."
After two seconds of silence, Fu Zhuang continued to cut the film honestly: "Then I'd better have a harder time by myself."
"… "
Wen Yifan didn't say much, read the press release he just finished, and sent it to the editor after confirming that it was correct.
While waiting for the review, Fu Zhuang chatted with her again, about the previous fire in Zhongnan Century City: "By the way, sister, let me tell you something, the part of our interview with your classmate wasn't the same. Did it make it into the news?"
"Um?"
"Then I found out yesterday that someone edited a bizarre interview collection and put this in." Fu Zhuang thought it was very funny, and his body trembled with laughter. ."
"… "
"It's really true to what I said about being miserable and arrogant. Now everyone says he is beautiful and miserable." Fu Zhuang said, "Because we have a mosaic of half of our faces, but our looks are still very good. "
Wen Yifan doesn't pay attention to this, but he doesn't know about it: "Is it a big impact?"
"That's not true. After all, I played mosaic. It's still quite fun."
"That's fine," Wen Yifan just forwarded it to the dubbing host, got up and said, "You can download the host's dubbing later. If you have any questions, contact me. I have to go back and write the outline."
"Okay." Fu Zhuang accepted his heart, and there was a lot of drama. "Lonely! It's the only way for the strong!"
"… "-
Wen Yifan didn't work overtime today, so he went home after writing the outline.
Opening the door, Wen Yifan habitually reached out to touch the switch, and suddenly found that the light was on. She paused and looked at the sofa subconsciously. The living room was still empty.
There were a few more shoe boxes at the entrance, and at this time they were built into several layers, neat and tidy. The shoes next to it looked messy, as if they were taken off at random after entering the door, and they were not placed deliberately.
Wen Yifan looked to the second bedroom.
I don't know if Sang Yan was in the room at this time, or if he came back and left.
Wen Yifan didn't care, he sat on the sofa and poured a glass of water. She drank slowly and swept around, always feeling that something had changed in the house.
There seems to be a lot more.
Several cans of milk powder of different brands are placed under the coffee table, and there are fruit cereals and cocoa chips next to them. The door of the TV cabinet was not closed, and all kinds of snacks were too full to fit, and some were placed directly in front of the TV.
There were several black boxes on the dining table, wrapped in plastic wrap, which looked like they contained fruit.
Wen Yifan retracted his gaze.
I thought to myself, the living standard of this young master is indeed quite high.
When he was bored, Wen Yifan thought of Fu Zhuang's words.
Wen Yifan took out his phone and downloaded a certain site. After drinking the water, she got up and went into the kitchen.
Just after the download was completed, Wen Yifan clicked it and saw that there was a "beautiful and miserable" in the title that was ranked first. As she rinsed the cup, she opened it.
Sang Yan's icy voice instantly came out of the phone.
— "I am happy. I hope you are as happy as I am."
The volume of the phone is turned up a bit, which can be deafening in this quiet space.
Wen Yifan was taken aback.
She immediately turned off the water, freeing her hands to lower her voice.
At the same time, footsteps came from behind.
Wen Yifan looked back and saw that Sang Yan had also entered the kitchen.
"… "
Wen Yifan lowered his head and turned off the screen of his phone, a little embarrassed.
I don't know if the other party heard the voice just now.
But Sang Yan seemed to have never seen her at all.
He didn't speak, didn't look this way, just opened the refrigerator silently.
Wen Yifan didn't take the initiative to speak. She put the phone back in her pocket, and when she lowered her eyes, she suddenly noticed that the faucet that had been leaking before had been repaired, and there was no more water dripping at this time.
Seeing this, Wen Yifan took a serious look at the kitchen.
The gas stove that was always out of work was also replaced with a new one, and there was an induction cooker, a microwave oven, and even a juicer and an oven. Her brows twitched and her scalp went numb.
That's the thought that popped into my head.
- How much are these flattened out.
Wen Yifan hesitated: "Did you buy these?"
Sang Yan looked like she had just taken a shower, wearing casual light-colored trousers and a coat casually on her upper body. He ignored her, took a package of instant noodles from the top of the refrigerator, and stretched out his hand.
It looked like I was going to make my own dinner.
Wen Yifan felt that this picture was a bit inconsistent. After all, from her point of view, this person should be a charming young man who does not touch his fingers.
No one is cooking and probably only ordering takeout.
Who knows that he will take the initiative to enter the kitchen.
Wen Yifan continued: "If so, can you make a list for me and I'll transfer the money to you?"
Sang Yan made a perfunctory hum and turned on the faucet to fill the pot with water.
"..." It was obvious that he didn't want to take care of him, Wen Yifan didn't know what was going on, his lips moved again, "Then I'll go back to the room, just send it to me on WeChat after you've sorted it out."
Still no response as expected.
Wen Yifan couldn't tell for a while whether this was normal or whether he was in a bad mood at this time. She lost her sense of existence and turned back to the room. She sat on a chair, turned on her phone, and glanced at the balance in her bank card.
Suddenly he sighed.
Find a chance to talk to him.
If you want to buy these public supplies in the future, you have to discuss things with the other party first...
Thinking of this, Wen Yifan remembered Sang Yan's attitude just now.
Ugh.
It is also difficult to communicate with him.
after awhile.
Wen Yifan inexplicably felt that this state seemed to be quite normal.
After all, Sang Yan emphasized that at that time, don't get close to him. The reason for the conversation between the two before was just because he wanted to solicit some business for his bar.
But in the end.
He didn't earn a penny, but posted a small thousand instead.
Wen Yifan wondered if he was unhappy because of this incident.
She struggled for a while, then turned on the calculator to calculate the account for that day. She wanted to pay Zhong Siqiao and Xiang Lang's share as well, but it wasn't a small amount for her.
Wen Yifan could only pay his share.
But it's been a few days.
It seemed a little embarrassing to transfer the money to him suddenly.
Wen Yifan put down his phone and simply waited for him to send the list, and then passed it to him together.
But all night.
There was no movement on Sanyan's head-
Wen Yifan discovered it later.
Sang Yan seemed to treat her as air, as if she could not perceive her existence. Occasionally she made a big movement inadvertently, and he seemed to be inaudible, not even raising his eyelids.
The two people seem to live in the same place in different time and space.
Wen Yifan is not someone who makes fun of himself.
After a few words, he didn't take the initiative to speak again.
It's just that the two people's shared life without interfering with each other has officially begun.
The night before New Year's Eve.
When he was on the balcony to collect his clothes, Wen Yifan received a call from Zhong Siqiao. She hugged her clothes, put the drying pole aside, and listened to Zhong Siqiao's words: "Are you going to work overtime tomorrow night?"
"Tomorrow night?" Wen Yifan, "If there is no accident, it should not be added."
"Then are you going home tomorrow?"
"Don't go back."
Zhong Siqiao invited her: "Then do you want to come to my house? Let's celebrate the New Year together."
Wen Yifan was honest: "I'm too lazy to run that far."
"..." Zhong Siqiao said, "then you have so many days off, you can give me every day!"
"You're quite cruel—" Wen Yifan entered the living room, and his voice stopped.
I don't know when Sang Yan came out of the room, she was sitting on the sofa looking at her phone with her eyes down. He changed his clothes, his expression was still very light, and he looked like he was going out.
Wen Yifan retracted his gaze, walked towards the room, and continued to talk to Zhong Siqiao calmly: "Will you tell me something like this when I really rest for a long time?"
Zhong Siqiao laughed aloud: "Then you don't really put a lot on it compared to usual?"
Wen Yifan: "I just want to sleep for three days and three nights."
back to the room.
Zhong Siqiao suddenly asked, "By the way, is Sangyan going home for the New Year?"
"Of course I'll go back." Wen Yifan seemed to think her question was a bit strange, and Wen Yifan was puzzled, "His home is in the local area, and he doesn't have a bad relationship with him, so why won't he come back during the new year."
"Oh." Zhong Siqiao said, "That's right."
Wen Yifan lay down on the bed.
Zhong Siqiao said again, "How are you getting along with him?"
"We can't talk about getting along, we are," Wen Yifan thought about his words, "two strangers living under the same roof. There is no communication. When I see him now, I feel like he is a ghost. ."
"How can it be so exaggerated!" Zhong Siqiao said, "Wouldn't it be good to go to the party that day?"
Hearing this, Wen Yifan was taken aback.
For some reason, Xiang Lang's sincere answer suddenly flashed in his mind. Soon, she came back to her senses and smiled: "It's similar to the state at the party."
After chatting for a while, Wen Yifan heard the sound of the door closing at the entrance.
After hanging up the phone.
Wen Yifan looked at WeChat again and found that Sang Yan had sent her WeChat five minutes ago.
Sang Yan: [If you don't come back before the eighth day of the new year, just lock the door.]
Sang Yan: [Help to solve the things in the refrigerator.]
Sang Yan: [Thanks.]
Wen Yifan blinked and replied "Ok" as usual-
On New Year's Eve, Wen Yifan went home at seven o'clock.
Wen Yifan locked the door, took a shower, made all preparations before going to bed, and took a small blanket to the living room. She lay down on the sofa in the living room. The Spring Festival Gala had been on the air for some time.
Zhong Siqiao kept urging her, and sent her a message on WeChat synchronously.
Wen Yifan replied: [I also turned on the TV.]
Looking through the message list, Wen Yifan replied to the blessing text messages one by one. When she saw Zhao Yuandong's news, she hesitated and replied: [Working overtime tonight, Happy New Year.]
The windows were closed and it was still a bit cold as there was no air conditioning.
Except for the noisy sound coming from the TV, there is no unnecessary sound in the room. Wen Yifan wrapped himself in a blanket and stared at the laughter on the TV, completely unable to be infected by these emotions. If it wasn't for the holiday, she wouldn't even remember that it was New Year's Eve today.
She sighed, absent-mindedly swiping Weibo, and wanted to go back to her room after a while.
Wen Yifan actually had no interest in the Spring Festival Gala.
She always felt that this was just something the family used as background music when they chatted and played on New Year's Eve. Looking at it by myself, it always feels like a very strange thing.
But Zhong Siqiao on the other end of WeChat was still excitedly discussing the show with her.
Wen Yifan didn't want to spoil her, thinking about getting something to eat.
At this moment, the doorbell of the house rang suddenly. Wen Yifan glanced at the time, it was almost nine o'clock now.
Don't know who it will be.
Wen Yifan felt strange and a little uneasy. She walked to the entrance and looked out through the cat's eyes.
In the bright corridor, Sang Yan stood outside with her pockets in.
She breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door: "Why are you back?"
Sang Yan glanced at her and spoke in a rare way: "We have relatives at home, and there is no place to sleep."
"..." Wen Yifan nodded, did not ask more, and returned to the sofa.
Sang Yan changed into slippers and sat on another sofa.
Both were silent, not saying a word.
on this holiday.
There was suddenly another person's breath in the room, Wen Yifan was always a little unaccustomed, and unconsciously looked in his direction.
After a while, Sang Yan moved first.
He got up and walked towards the kitchen.
Noticing his movement, Wen Yifan looked over.
Sang Yan took out a pack of vermicelli, a box of meatballs, and a box of vegetables from the refrigerator. Later, he also took a package of quick-frozen dumplings from the refrigerator. Looks like he's going to get a late night snack.
Wen Yifan didn't quite believe that he could cook.
I secretly hoped that he would not use the gas stove.
To cook this, an induction cooker is enough.
Wen Yifan was afraid that he would burn the kitchen.
A few minutes passed.
Wen Yifan heard the sound of the gas stove firing from the kitchen.
"… "
She started to worry.
But thinking of the current state of the two of them getting along, it is not easy to rashly go there.
Fidget for a while.
There was a sound of water boiling in the kitchen.
At the same time, Sang Yan called her suddenly.
"Wen Yifan."
Based on the previous state of the two, it was more difficult for this person to call her name than to climb to the sky.
This made Wen Yifan even more sure what was going on, and instantly got up and walked over.
"What's wrong?"
Just got into the kitchen.
Wen Yifan saw that Sang Yan was still holding a package of vermicelli, but it was empty. His movements were a little stiff, staring at the boiling pot, looking as if the whole package of noodles had been put down.
The scene seemed to freeze.
After a few seconds.
Sang Yan raised his head and said expressionlessly, "It's overcooked."
"… "
Sang Yan lowered her eyes and threw the package into the trash can next to her, seemingly casually dropping a sentence.
"Help me eat something?"