The scene seemed to be deadlocked.
In the quiet space, the thick soup in the pot bubbling outwards, making a gurgle sound. The smoke shrouded in front of him, as if a filter had been added to blur Sang Yan's eyebrows and eyes.
"I didn't want to choose this major." Wen Yifan lowered his eyes and gave a natural reason, "At that time, there was a problem with the evaluation. The major I wanted to choose was not admitted and was transferred to the Internet media."
Hearing this, Sang Yan also looked away and took a sip of wine calmly.
Sang Zhi looked at Sang Yan and then back at Wen Yifan, always feeling that the atmosphere was a little weird.
Wen Yifan, as if he didn't notice anything, continued: "But now it seems that you only fill in your volunteers when you get your grades. You can refer to the scores from previous years, and you can be more careful when filling out the form."
"Okay," Sang Zhi said obediently, "Thank you, Sister Yifan."
The topic was gradually taken to other areas.
The previous episode seems to have been skipped just like that.
After dinner.
As the one who cooks, Sang Yan leaves after eating, sitting on the sofa like a young master and playing with his mobile phone.
Originally, Sang Zhi was habitually planning to walk in the direction of the living room, but noticed that Wen Yifan got up and started to clean up, she stopped again, and went back to help with the cleaning.
Wen Yifan looked at her and said with a smile, "Go and study, I'll just clean up."
"It's okay," Sang Zhi curled her lips, "it's not too short of time."
"Then help me put those vegetables together."
"it is good."
Half a minute passed.
"Sister Yifan," Sang Zhi whispered to her in a low voice out of curiosity, "Can I ask you a question?"
"what?"
"If you don't want to answer, just pretend you didn't hear what I said." Sang Zhi asked embarrassedly, but wanted to know, after all, these words couldn't have come from Sang Yan's mouth, "You used to tell my brother Have you ever been in love?"
"..." Wen Yifan said, "No."
Sang Zhi was not surprised when he got a negative answer: "Because my parents said that my brother fell in love early in high school, and then just thought about the incident where I was 'lost' in front of you, so I thought it was you."
"… "
"That's why he didn't catch up with you," Sang Zhi thought for a while and guessed, "It was changed later—"
Before she could finish speaking, Sang Yan suddenly stood up: "Little devil."
Sang Zhi turned around and said, "Why?"
"Let's go," Sang Yan said lightly, pulling up the jacket on the sofa, "Send you back."
Before Sang Zhi finished gossip, her expression was dull: "Can't I stay here for a while?"
"Aren't you in a hurry to go back to the quiz?" Sang Yan put on his coat, and because he drank alcohol, he only took the key to the house, "Is daring a bragging?"
"..." Sang Zhi had no choice but to say to Wen Yifan, "Sister Yifan, tell me next time. I'll go first."
Wen Yifan raised his head: "Okay, be careful on the road."
…
After leaving the community, Sang Yan stopped a taxi.
Sang Zhi went up first, fastened her seat belt, and said, "Brother, why do I feel that your attitude towards Sister Yifan is not very good. Isn't she a nice person? She also speaks gently and softly."
Sang Zhi had met most of Sang Yan's friends, but they were basically all men.
Almost all of them are talkative, and they are childish and noisy when they get together. To those friends, Sang Yan's attitude is not good either. He speaks badly and drags the sky, making people want to fight him to the death on the spot.
But the way he treats Wen Yifan is different.
Almost indifferent and neglected, even speaking is cold.
But Sang Zhi didn't see any other girls around him.
I don't know if this attitude is normal.
"Is this your way of picking up girls now?" Sang Zhi stared at his face and whispered, "But you two are not from the same world just by looking at your looks."
Sang Yan glanced at her.
Sang Zhi gave him a sincere suggestion: "And brother, girls won't like your attitude."
"… "
"Generally, I like gentle people," Sang Zhi thought for a while, and said bit by bit, clasping her fingers, "good-tempered, careful, and won't always ignore people. It's okay if the family environment is not good—"
Thinking of the fact that Sang Yan had resigned for so long without looking for a job, Sang Zhi wanted to remind him: "You just need to be motivated and work hard, don't be a homeless person all day long."
Sang Yan finally spoke up and said impatiently, "Your ideal type is Duan Jiaxu?"
"… "
Sang Zhi instantly closed her mouth.
Quiet all the way to the gate of the community.
Sang Zhi got out of the car, and when he turned around, he saw Sang Yan still in the car. She was stunned for a moment and asked suspiciously, "Why haven't you come down yet?"
Sang Yan: "Go up by yourself."
Sang Zhi reacted and couldn't believe it: "Aren't you coming back to sleep tonight?"
Sang Yan: "Yeah."
"You're not afraid that your parents will break your legs!" Sang Zhi never thought that he would be so bold, "Then call them yourself, or they'll have to ask me when they come back later."
Sang Yan tutted, not even bothering to say a few more perfunctory words: "What's the matter with you just say a few words for me?"
"… "
"gone."
After clearing the dining table, Wen Yifan went back to his room.
Wen Yifan didn't go to take a shower immediately, he sat down at the desk and checked his phone. I found that Zhao Yuandong sent her a few more WeChat messages. The content was similar to the previous one, all told Wen Yifan to pay attention to his body during overtime during the Spring Festival, and to go back to see her after the holiday.
She replied "OK".
After the sending was successful, Wen Yifan opened a new episode to watch.
Unknowingly, he went away.
He remembered what Sang Zhi had just said.
- "Because my parents said that my brother fell in love early in high school."
If correct.
It should be her.
In high school, the teacher thought that the two had fallen in love early, so they asked the two of them to mention it, and later called the parents. She remembered that it happened twice, in the first and second year of high school.
Wen Yifan's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the phone.
She answered the phone and heard Zhong Siqiao's voice on the other end: "Are you going to work tomorrow?"
Wen Yifan hummed.
Zhong Siqiao: "Ah, we haven't seen each other in the past few days."
Wen Yifan smiled: "It's not that there is no chance."
"Why do we live so far away..." Zhong Siqiao continued to sigh, "I've been away for a few days with relatives, and I'm tired and bored. I'm not asking if I have a partner, or if I want to introduce someone to me, like an appointment. Same."
"How are you and your male god?"
"I felt it was almost the same, but he never mentioned it again." Zhong Siqiao was a little distressed, "Is he using me as a spare tire? Or is he looking for a more meaningful holiday to confess to me."
"If you really like it, it doesn't matter if you take the initiative. But you have to see how this person—" Before he could finish speaking, Wen Yifan suddenly heard the sound of the door opening and closing at the entrance, and the voice stopped.
"What's wrong?"
"It's alright, I heard movement in the living room." Wen Yifan never thought that he would be back tonight, and said casually, "It should be Sang Yan."
Zhong Siqiao was surprised: "Did he not live at home on the third day of the new year?"
Before she could answer, Zhong Siqiao continued: "But I still feel a little weird when I hear that you two are renting together. After all, didn't he like you before? Nothing happened to the two of you?"
Wen Yifan said honestly, "I haven't seen each other a few times."
"Okay." Zhong Siqiao said, "It seems to be the same, after all, so many years have passed."
Thinking of the matter about the university tonight, Wen Yifan brought up one thing: "Qiao Qiao, did Xiang Lang plan to go to Yihe University before? Why am I not impressed by this."
"Yes, but I said it a few times when the first year of high school started." Zhong Siqiao reacted, "What you want to say is what he really said when we went out? I also wanted to complain when he said it, but Still bear it."
"… "
"He just owes it, and he said that to Sang Yan on purpose. They didn't deal with it very well when they were in the same class in the third year of high school." Zhong Siqiao laughed, "I forgot to tell you, after sending you back, this The idiot accidentally said something. He said he was used to it, and he forgot how many years it had passed. He also said that he felt that Sang Yan was cold now, and it was too boring to look at. He used to say this kind of words to make Sang Yan excited You have to ridicule him for hundreds of rounds."
"… "
The two chatted for a while.
After hanging up the phone, Wen Yifan got up.
When I wanted to take a shower, I picked up my phone again. She pursed her lips, opened the WeChat chat window with Sang Yan, and tapped slowly: [Xiang Lang told me to go to Yihe University with me before]
At this point, she stared at the screen and stopped.
I do not know how long it has been.
Wen Yifan exhaled and deleted all the words he typed.
Forget it.
How long has it been since this happened.
Again, it seems a little strange.
Moreover, she just didn't handle it well at the time.
Even if you want to explain it now, it doesn't make any sense.
The short three-day vacation is over.
Wen Yifan began to live the days when he opened his eyes every day and prepared to go out, and when he got home, he closed his eyes and went to sleep after washing up. The slightly harmonious relationship with Sanyana seems to disappear with the passing of the festival.
Then it returned to normal.
Basically, the two meet every day.
But the number of conversations was pitiful.
However, Wen Yifan felt that getting along could not be called unpleasant. At most, the time spent getting along didn't make their relationship any closer. They fulfilled the initial promise of non-interference and lived their own lives.
Before you know it, the entire month of February has passed.
It seems that overnight, the bone-chilling cold was driven away by the arrival of spring, and the temperature gradually rose.
Wen Yifan didn't go to Zhao Yuandong during the Spring Festival.
Perhaps because of this matter, since then, Zhao Yuandong has been looking for her significantly more times. I talk to her every day, and in the end, it will evolve into "When are you free to come and see my mother."
After a long time, Wen Yifan felt that it was a bit troublesome to drag it on like this, so he just met and dealt with it. Thinking that after meeting her, Zhao Yuandong probably won't be looking for her as often as it is now.
Wen Yifan's rest day is the day after Arbor Day.
That afternoon, according to the address given by Zhao Yuandong, Wen Yifan took the subway there.
As soon as I arrived at the gate of the community, I saw Zhao Yuandong's figure.
Zhao Yuandong was wearing a long dress, with very light makeup on her face, her hair reaching her waist, and being burned into a curl.
Time didn't seem to leave any traces on her face. Compared with a few years ago, her appearance didn't change much.
Wen Yifan's looks follow her.
Seeing Wen Yifan, Zhao Yuandong's eyes stopped, and he came over immediately. She couldn't hide the excitement in her expression, but her movements were cramped, and she only gently pulled her arm: "A Jiang is here."
"Um."
"Why do you wear so much when you come out?"
Wen Yifan carried the fruit he had just bought on the road and said with a smile, "It's not cold."
-silence.
Zhao Yuandong's eyes were on her face.
The two hadn't seen each other for many years, and both felt unfamiliar with each other.
Looking at her face, Zhao Yuandong's eyes gradually turned red, and she subconsciously recognized her head: "Look at me too..."
"..." Wen Yifan didn't like to deal with this kind of thing, and pursed his lower lip lightly, "Go ahead, I have something to do later, I have to leave after dinner, I can't stay with you for so long."
"Okay, go home with mom." Zhao Yuandong wiped her eyes, "Mom is also afraid of disturbing your work and rest. If you're not free, I can go there and sit down. If you want to eat in the future, just call mom. Call, mom will do it for you."
"I share a room with someone, I'm afraid it will affect my roommates."
"Then come over if you have time," Zhao Yuandong looked at her up and down, with distress in his eyes, "Look at how thin you are, you have no meat at all, are you not eating well?"
Wen Yifan: "I ate it."
Zhao Yuandong looked at her several times and sighed, "Our Ah Jiang has grown up and is much more beautiful than before."
Wen Yifan just smiled.
The two walked to the building where Zhao Yuandong lived.
The house that Zhao Yuandong lives in now is not the same place that Wen Yifan moved with after she remarried. She probably moved in a few years ago. It is a new high-end real estate, and the greening of the community and the property are well done.
The space is also much larger.
In her impression, Zhao Yuandong mentioned this to her.
But Wen Yifan didn't take it to heart, so he didn't really remember when it happened.
Getting on the elevator, Zhao Yuandong spoke next to her: "By the way, you haven't seen Xinxin yet." Speaking of which, her smile became more obvious: "It's almost three years old."
The full name of Xinxin in Zhao Yuandong's mouth is Zheng Kexin.
He is Wen Yifan's half-brother.
"Your Uncle Zheng is still at work." The elevator just arrived, and Zhao Yuandong took out the key from her pocket, "Jiajia is not at home either, she only goes home every few weeks when she goes to college. And she told me specifically before. Once, she said that she was too young and was too malicious to you, but now she has already thought about it and feels sorry for you."
Wen Yifan hummed softly.
Zhao Yuandong opened the door and let Wen Yifan in first: "Sit first."
As she said that, she suddenly remembered something: "That's right, Ah Jiang. Your aunt is here too. A few days ago, she heard me say that you have come to Nanwu. I want to see you-"
Hearing this, Wen Yifan raised his eyes.
At the same time, she saw the eldest aunt Che Yanqin mentioned by Zhao Yuandong came out of the room.
"Yo, the frost is coming." Che Yanqin scalded her aunt's head. She was about the same age as Zhao Yuandong, but she seemed to be of two ages, and her voice was rough, "Come on, come on, let my aunt take a look."
"… "
"I haven't seen you for so many years," Che Yanqin laughed and scolded as she walked over. "You're a child with no conscience. After you go to college, you don't know where your home is, and you don't know where to look at your aunt."
Wen Yifan's expression froze, and he turned to look at Zhao Yuandong quietly.
Zhao Yuandong didn't notice, just asked, "Where's Xinxin?"
"I'm sleeping, I've been noisy all afternoon, and I'm tired now." After speaking, Che Yanqin brought the topic back to Wen Yifan, "Shuangjiang really looks better as it lasts longer."
Zhao Yuandong smiled and said, "Yeah, people can't take their eyes off it."
Che Yanqin: "It looks much better than when you were young."
"Of course," Zhao Yuandong laughed, then took Wen Yifan's hand and pulled her to sit down, "Let's sit first, Ah Jiang sits with mother and talks."
"… "
Che Yanqin sat on the other sofa and asked casually, "What is Shuangjiang doing now?"
Wen Yifan didn't answer.
On the contrary, Zhao Yuandong took the initiative to answer for her: "It's still the same as when Yihe was a news reporter."
Che Yanqin frowned: "Isn't that not making much money? It's bitter."
"As long as Ah Jiang likes it," Zhao Yuandong said, "Anyway, the money is enough to live on, so I don't need too much."
"Yes." Che Yanqin suddenly reached out and patted Wen Yifan's arm, looking like she was about to get angry, "Shuangjiang, why don't you call your aunt when you see her, why are you not polite when you read too much."
Wen Yifan looked up at her, still not saying a word.
"A Jiang's temperament is now calmer than before, and he doesn't talk much..." Seeing the stalemate in the scene, Zhao Yuandong smiled a little embarrassedly, "A Jiang, you are too, why don't you call your aunt. She is kind to us, I used to help my mother take care of you for a few years."
Che Yanqin smiled again: "Yeah, I treat Shuangjiang just like my daughter."
Wen Yifan only felt that their voices were like bomber planes, and her head was about to explode.
She bowed her head, resisting the urge to get up and leave now.
"Yuandong." Seeing the fruit on the table, Che Yanqin said, "Look at Shuangjiang, didn't she buy the fruit? Go wash it, let's cut it and eat it, don't waste her heart."
Only then did Zhao Yuandong remember this: "Okay, I'll have some fruit and I'll prepare dinner."
When Zhao Yuandong entered the kitchen, Che Yanqin stared at Wen Yifan's face and tutted, "Shuangjiang, you don't know how to use your own advantages. You are so beautiful, you can find a good husband to marry. That's it, it's been so hard."
Wen Yifan just pretended not to hear it.
"Don't be bothered by Auntie, Auntie is also doing it for your own good. It doesn't make me feel good to see that you are so tired." Che Yanqin said, "You quit your job and go back to Beiyu with Auntie, and Auntie can continue to take care of you."
"Your uncle has a partner who is very rich, but he may be older than you, but he is very nice to people." Che Yanqin said, "Auntie introduced you, don't live like this all the time. , you have to find someone to hurt you a lot."
Wen Yifan raised his eyes.
Che Yanqin said again: "Also, your brother is getting married this year, and the wedding room is not available. We have taken care of you for so long before, so you should help appropriately. Anyway, you don't need anything as a girl—"
The "brother" in her mouth is Wen Ming, the son of Che Yanqin.
"I met a company boss before," Wen Yifan interrupted her and said with a blank face, "He's also very rich, and it's a coincidence that he likes men. Do you need me to help introduce Wen Ming to him?"
"..." Che Yanqin was stunned for a moment, then immediately became angry, "How can you talk like a child!"
Hearing this movement, Zhao Yuandong immediately came out of the kitchen: "What's the matter?"
Wen Yifan had never taken off his bag since he came in, and stood up right now. She felt that her patience had reached the limit, and she tidied up her clothes: "I won't come to you again."
Zhao Yuandong didn't hear clearly: "What?"
Wen Yifan's eyes met her, and he repeated clearly, "This is the last time I will come to you."
"… "
"Originally, I didn't want to contact anyone anymore. But my dad explained to me that after he leaves, I have to take good care of you." This time Wen Yifan couldn't even show a smile, and said slowly, "He I can't pretend I didn't hear the last words."
"… "
"Then treat me as if I died with him."
When Wen Yifan returned home, it was completely dark.
She put on her slippers, and when she looked up, she saw Sang Yan lying on the sofa and playing with her phone as always. He was wearing casual clothes, his hair was scattered in front of his forehead, and he was sitting in a lazy posture, looking extremely comfortable.
It overlapped with the boy who sat behind her when he was young and touched her chair with his legs at every turn to find a sense of presence.
The TV in the living room was on, and an unknown movie was playing, and exaggerated laughter was coming out at this time.
Wen Yifan stopped in place and called him inexplicably, "Sang Yan."
The two barely communicated at home.
Maybe it was an accident, Sang Yan raised his eyes and put down the phone: "What?"
"..." Wen Yifan regained his senses, swallowed the words in his mouth, and smiled, "I may have to rest early today, can you turn off the TV a little bit before nine o'clock?"
Sang Yan stared at her for a while, and this time it was easy to talk: "Okay."
Wen Yifan nodded: "Thank you."
She went back to her room and took a quick shower.
After coming out of the toilet, Wen Yifan felt exhausted, so tired that he seemed to be able to fall asleep as soon as he closed his eyes. But countless pictures flashed through her mind uncontrollably, tearing her spirit apart little by little.
In the end, it was pieced together by dreams and drowsiness.
…
the other side.
Seeing Wen Yifan returning to the room, Sang Yan directly turned off the TV. He always felt that something was wrong with her. He continued to play the game for a while, but soon lost his mood and quit.
Sang Yan opened the chat window with Wen Yifan: [What's the matter with you?]
After staring at it for a while, Sang Yan didn't hesitate for a long time, and happily sent it. Then, he casually opened the game again, and the other side didn't reply after the end of the game.
fell asleep so soon
Seeing that it was getting late, Sang Yan put the phone aside, got up and went back to the room. He took the change of clothes and walked towards the bathroom. When he caught a glimpse of the direction of the master bedroom, his gaze stopped, and he went back to the living room to get his phone.
This is the bathroom.
Sang Yan turned up the volume on her phone, took off her clothes and started taking a shower.
When he finished taking a shower and turned on the phone again, there was still no reply from the other side.
Sang Yan tugged at the corners of her lips, put on her clothes and left the bathroom. He put the phone back in his pocket, wiped his hair with a towel, and walked towards the kitchen, intending to get a bottle of ice water to drink.
He just walked to the restaurant.
There was a sudden sound of the door opening from behind.
Sanyan turned back.
Seeing Wen Yifan walking out, his movements were a little slow, and his expression was blank.
He raised his eyebrows and put the towel around his neck: "What are you doing?"
Wen Yifan didn't say a word and walked in his direction.
stopped in front of him.
"You came out as soon as I took a shower? You don't have to be so purposeful," Sang Yan looked down at her with a low tone, "I want to see the beautiful man come out—"
Before he finished speaking, Wen Yifan suddenly reached out and hugged him.
"..." Sang Yan's body froze.