The rest of the words were like a cassette tape, and the room fell into silence in an instant.
Sang Yan's eyelashes moved. From his angle, only Wen Yifan's slightly messy hair and drooping eyelashes could be seen. His Adam's apple slid up and down, and said in a hoarse voice, "What are you doing?"
Wen Yifan didn't answer.
Sang Yan's hair was still wet.
The water droplets at the tips of her hair slipped from the side of her face, dripped down her chin, and smashed a few into her hair. He stared, then slowly raised his hand, rubbing it lightly with his fingertips.
As if she didn't notice it, she didn't react.
Wen Yifan was not short, his height was about the height of his chin, but his skeleton was thin and he didn't have much flesh on his body. At this time, his side face was leaning against his chest, his hands were holding his waist, and the strength was neither light nor heavy.
The sense of existence is as strong as a drop of hot lava that fell on him.
It lasted for ten seconds.
"Can you give me an accurate word?" Sang Yan said again, not very serious, "How long are you going to hold me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Yifan immediately let go.
She took a dull step back, didn't look at Sang Yan, and mumbled a few words. Words roll around in tongues and sound vague.
Sang Yan didn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"
But Wen Yifan didn't speak any more.
As if she hadn't done anything, she turned around and walked slowly towards the master bedroom. Looking calm and composed, it was as if she suddenly ran out to hug him in the middle of the night, which is a very normal and natural thing.
She didn't expect her to give such a reaction, Sang Yan's brows twitched, and there was an absurdity in her words.
"Wen Yifan?"
At the same time, Wen Yifan just walked to the door of the second bedroom. Her footsteps stopped, as if she heard his voice, but her eyes were placed in the direction of Sang Yan's room, and it was frozen for a few seconds.
She looked away and continued walking.
"… "
With the sound of the door closing, the two were isolated.
Sang Yan was still standing in the same place: "?"
The scene seemed to be stagnant.
After a few seconds, the towel slid off his shoulders and fell to the ground with a clatter.
Sang Yan retracted her thoughts, bent down and picked it up.
The white lights in the living room were bright, dazzling and dazzling. The surroundings were so quiet that one could hear the air flowing slowly, and Wen Yifan's brief breath seemed to dissipate as a result.
Like a dream.
Wake up the next day.
Wen Yifan's bad mood and discomfort disappeared completely, and he felt like he had been charged overnight, and he woke up and returned to normal. She sat up and sat on the bed for a while awake, thinking wildly that sleep was the ultimate weapon.
As long as you get a good night's sleep, all the bad moods can be digested.
Wen Yifan picked up the phone, got up and went to the toilet. She used to swipe the news for a while before opening WeChat to take a look. Sliding down, I noticed that Sang Yan sent her a WeChat message at the beginning of nine o'clock last night.
Sang Yan: [What's the matter with you?]
Wen Yifan blinked, not sure if he fell asleep at that time. After coming out of the toilet, she just lay on the bed and started to feel sleepy, and she didn't look at her phone again after that.
She put the toothbrush in her mouth and freed her hand to reply: [What?]
next moment.
Sang Yan returned a question mark: [?]
"… "
Where did his problem of throwing a question mark on his face at every turn came from.
Wen Yifan thought while brushing his teeth.
When Sang Yan sent WeChat last night, she was not in the living room, nor did she make any noise to affect him. In addition, when she came home, her attitude to talking to him was quite normal.
After thinking for a while, Wen Yifan replied: [Did you send it to the wrong person?]
Sang Yan: [?]
After a few seconds, he made another thumbs-up expression.
"… "
Wen Yifan looked inexplicable and couldn't understand his thoughts at all. But it can also be understood through his two question marks that this thumb is not meant to be embarrassing. She spat out the foam in her mouth, not knowing what to do.
I always feel that this person's mood is ups and downs.
Every day is a little weird.
Wen Yifan didn't think too much about it, he simply understood the thumb as its original meaning, and just thought that Sang Yan had sent her encouragement early in the morning.
Thinking about this, you have to come and visit me.
She thought about it, and gave him a thumbs up.
…
It was only early eight o'clock.
Wen Yifan took his coat, put it in his arms, and stepped out of the room on his slippers. Although Sang Yan was already awake, because it was still early, her movements subconsciously relaxed a little.
I thought Sang Yan had not left the room yet.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Wen Yifan entered the kitchen, he saw that he was drinking ice water by the countertop.
Sang Yan seems to prefer dark clothes, even casual clothes at home. Solid black t-shirt, trousers of the same color. He looked casual, looking a little sleepy, as if he hadn't slept well.
At this moment, he lowered his eyes and played with the phone in one hand.
Noticing her existence, she just lifted her eyelids leisurely.
Wen Yifan took a box of yogurt and a pack of toast from the refrigerator. She closed the refrigerator door, hesitated for a moment, or mentioned the WeChat he just sent: "Did you have anything to do with me on WeChat last night?"
Sang Yan raised her eyelashes, stared straight at her, and smiled suddenly.
"Do you think it never happened?"
"… "
If Wen Yifan wasn't sure that she didn't drink yesterday, she would have thought that she had done something by drinking a piece of film.
Between the lights and flint, Wen Yifan thought of the time of early nine o'clock again.
As soon as she got home last night, she mentioned to him that she wanted to go to bed earlier today and asked him to turn off the TV before nine o'clock. But before the two rented together, she asked that there should not be too much movement after ten o'clock.
An hour earlier.
Wen Yifan didn't think it was a big deal.
But Sang Yan has always made a big fuss.
Maybe the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this one hour earlier made him feel very unhappy.
"Last night was a special situation," Wen Yifan explained, "I'm sorry it affected you, it won't happen again in the future. Thank you for your willingness to accommodate me."
"..." Sang Yan looked back lukewarmly, "Okay."
Wen Yifan breathed a sigh of relief.
"This is not a trivial matter for me." Sang Yan tilted her head and said word by word, "I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation after doing this kind of thing in the future."
"… "
This time, Wen Yifan really felt that he was stingy and inexplicable.
This is also a big deal.
Why don't you turn the TV down a bit.
Wen Yifan endured it, but still didn't complain: "Okay, I will."
When Wen Yifan arrived at the TV station, the office was empty. She first went to the tea room to make a cup of coffee, and when she went back, she saw that Su Tian had also arrived. At this time, he was very sleepy and was lying on the table to catch up on sleep.
Greeting her, Wen Yifan asked, "Why are you so early today?"
"I didn't go home. I stayed up all night and just came back from the computer room," Su Tian said in a daze, "I'll sleep for a while."
"Okay." Wen Yifan said, "then you sleep a little longer, and I'll call you if I have something to do. But isn't it uncomfortable to sleep on your stomach? Would you like to go to sleep on the sofa? I have a blanket here."
"No," Su Tian said, "I'll just sleep for half an hour, and then I have to get up and write."
Wen Yifan didn't say more, and still gave Su Tian the blanket. She opened the document, flipped through the materials, and wrote an interview outline for a while.
After an unknown amount of time, Su Tian next door suddenly sat up straight, looking like she was drowsy. She turned to look at Wen Yifan, breathing a little too quickly: "Yifan."
Hearing the sound, Wen Yifan turned his head: "What's wrong?"
"I just had a nightmare, it's weird." Su Tian's forehead was still sweating, and she didn't seem to be sleeping very well, "I'll lie down here and sleep in a dream, and then I can hear you typing on the keyboard. , there is a child crying around, and there seems to be something pressing on my back."
Wen Yifan was stunned: "Why does this sound so scary."
"Yeah, I almost suffocated just now." Su Tian sighed, "I feel like I'm conscious, but it's like I'm wrapped in a layer of plastic wrap, so I can't move."
"That should be a ghost pressing the bed. You just slept on your stomach, and your blood may not be circulating." Wen Yifan comforted, "Go to sleep on the sofa, it should not be possible."
"Forget it, I still have lingering fears." Su Tian said, "This is the first time I have had such a strange dream."
Hearing what she said, Wen Yifan also remembered something: "I also had a very strange dream last night."
Su Tian picked up the water glass: "What?"
"But it's not a nightmare," Wen Yifan said seriously, "I dreamed that I entered a deep mountain and old forest by myself, and I walked in it for a long time, but couldn't find an exit. It was dark after that, what did I do? I can't even see it, and it's starting to feel cold."
"and then?"
"I suddenly remembered that I seemed to see the sun on the way I came." Wen Yifan said, "Then I wanted to go back to find that sun to keep warm, and after a long walk, I really found it."
Su Tian pointed out her logical problem: "It's not all dark, where is the sun coming from?"
Wen Yifan smiled: "So it's a dream."
"This is the end? Didn't you come out of the old forest in the deep mountains?"
"Come out, I came out when I saw the sun." Wen Yifan reluctantly recalled, but the memory of the dream was weak, and she couldn't remember it clearly, and felt that this scene seemed a bit outrageous, "Besides, I saw the sun. when it seems like-"
"what?"
"I couldn't help but hug it."
…
Wen Yifan came early today, and since there wasn't much to do in Taili recently, he got off work on time.
She returned to the community and happened to meet Sang Yan in the elevator. He seems to have just returned, he should have come up directly from the underground parking lot by elevator, and was on the phone.
Wen Yifan nodded at him as a greeting.
Sang Yan only glanced at her.
After a while.
Sang Yan said lazily: "Don't doubt it, it's just boring to you."
"… "
Just got to the sixteenth floor.
Wen Yifan took out the key from his pocket and walked out of the elevator.
Sang Yan followed behind her: "Tell me, what ambiguous behavior she did to you."
Wen Yifan opened the door and was about to put on his slippers.
Sang Yan, who was at the back, said again: "I hug you?"
"… "
This was followed by the sound of the door closing.
At the same time, Sang Yan patted her head: "Hello."
Wen Yifan turned back.
"It's all girls, you answer." Sang Yan raised her chin and pointed, "This man hugged my friend, and it was like nothing happened the next day, what does this mean?"
Wen Yifan didn't react: "Huh?"
Sang Yan: "Can this behavior be reported to the police?"
"..." Wen Yifan was startled and said hesitantly, "A hug... It doesn't seem to be able to..."
Noticing Sang Yan's expression, she added warmly: "It mainly depends on how your friend's relationship with this girl is. Maybe she is in a bad mood and needs some comfort."
Sanyan didn't speak.
His gesture made Wen Yifan feel that he was the wicked person who did this kind of behavior, and it was a bit difficult to speak: "This hug may have no other meaning, it's just between friends..."
Being stared at by Sang Yan like this, Wen Yifan couldn't go on anymore: "But I don't know exactly what is going on between your friend and this girl, and what I said is of no reference value."
Hearing this, Sang Yan retracted his eyes expressionlessly, and said to the person on the phone, "Ask you, how is your relationship with that person."
"You're sick! Why call the police!" Qian Fei on the other end was ignored by him for a long time, and now the volume was a little louder, "How can the relationship be! Goddess Laozi! I've had a crush on him for a year!"
"… "
Qian Fei: "And what are you talking about! Am I not clear to you! My goddess gave me chocolate on Valentine's Day! Isn't it a hug?!"
"Oh, he said yes," Sang Yan put down her phone and glanced up and down at Wen Yifan, as if she had come to a conclusion, "The person who loves him madly."
"… "