Wen Yifan immediately took a step back and put the phone back in his pocket. She didn't answer this question, lowered her eyes, and saw Sang Yan's empty hand: "Aren't you going to buy something?"
Sang Yan stood up straight and said lightly, "Let's go."
"..." Wen Yifan asked, "Have you not bought it yet?"
"Huh?" Sang Yan turned her head sideways, her tone not inappropriate at all, "Aren't you going to buy it?"
Wen Yifan reminded: "Didn't you say you can't lift it?"
Sang Yan: "Yes."
"… "
Wen Yifan was a little speechless by the way he was taken for granted and dragged to the sky.
Row.
She thought she had misunderstood.
He probably meant that he couldn't lift it for a while, not just now.
The two entered the supermarket.
There was silence for a while.
Someday, Wen Yifan noticed that the atmosphere between the two became a little weird. It's a bit similar to the previous ignorance of each other, treating each other as strangers, but it feels a bit different.
But she couldn't tell.
Wen Yifan went up the escalator first. Thinking of Su Tian's words, she mentioned: "How is your house decorated?"
Sang Yan was standing one step lower than her, but at the moment she was only slightly higher than her. He leaned against the armrest, held the phone in one hand, and answered casually, "What?"
Wen Yifan: "I calculated the time today. We agreed that the deadline was three months."
Hearing this, Sang Yan raised his eyes.
"You have been staying since January 20, and it has been two months." Wen Yifan said, "So I want to communicate with you about this first."
"Communicate what?"
Wen Yifan said gently, "When will you move?"
Sang Yan was too lazy to care: "We'll talk about it later."
"I don't mean to urge you to move. The main thing is that I may have to find a new roommate in advance." Wen Yifan discussed with him, "I just want to confirm that if you don't plan to renew the lease, just follow what we said before. If I will move out before March 20, I can start handing over the next roommate on my side."
The escalator just goes to the second floor.
The conversation between the two was interrupted.
Just when Wen Yifan was about to mention it again, he heard Sang Yan say, "Okay."
She turned back.
Sang Yan pursed her lips and said leisurely, "I'll ask the situation and give you an answer."
…
This is a small business district that was built in support of Shangdu Huacheng when it opened.
There is a circle of shops outside the community, and further out, there is a large shopping mall. There are three floors in total, the first floor is where various big brands stay, and the upper two floors are supermarkets.
The second floor is the food area, and the third floor is the daily necessities area.
Sang Yan pushed a shopping cart, and the two went directly to the third floor.
Wen Yifan hasn't been to the supermarket for a long time.
While waiting to be a coolie, watching Sang Yan throw everything into the shopping cart, she also remembered that the household consumables at home seemed to be almost used.
Sang Yan buys things very casually. If she is missing anything, she takes it away, and when she sees a familiar brand, she throws it into the car. It doesn't take a minute to compare prices and brands.
But Wen Yifan and his style of shopping are completely different.
Outside of work, she does everything warmly.
In addition, Wen Yifan has lived frugally since his college days, and his economic conditions are not good. So just to compare the prices, she can count on the spot for a few minutes.
The two gradually distanced themselves.
When passing the paper towel area, Sang Yan glanced at it, reached out and threw a roll of paper and a piece of paper into the car, and then continued to walk forward. After walking about ten steps, he suddenly felt that something was not right, and stopped to look back.
I saw that Wen Yifan was still in his original position. She looked carefully at the price tag, and then at the number of rolls on the packaging, as if comparing the two to see which one was more affordable and beautiful.
Sang Yan walked back: "what are you doing?"
"Calculate the price," Wen Yifan said absentmindedly without raising his head, "It's all four layers. This one is 20 yuan and 10 rolls, and one roll is 140 grams. This one is 23 yuan, 12 rolls, and one roll is 120 grams... Which one is more cost-effective."
"… "
Wen Yifan had a headache when he saw the numbers: "It's a bit difficult to calculate."
Sang Yan understood and looked at her with a little playfulness in her eyes.
"So this is 2 yuan per roll," she counted to herself and stopped quickly, "what is 23 divided by 12..."
Wen Yifan was about to pull out the calculator on his mobile phone when Sang Yan gave the answer.
"About 1 yuan and 9."
"Oh." Wen Yifan's hand stopped on the 12 rolls of paper and hesitantly said, "Then take this?"
Sang Yan didn't rush, and looked down at her. Hearing this, he seemed to find it funny, and he bent his lower lip imperceptibly: "Take it, isn't it a good deal?"
Wen Yifan raised his head: "But this is only 120 grams."
Sang Yan: "The one who takes ten volumes."
Wen Yifan didn't calculate the answer and wasn't sure: "I'll calculate again."
Sang Yan stared at her, and suddenly laughed: "Wen Yifan, are you coming to the supermarket to take the college entrance examination?"
"..." Wen Yifan choked.
"You can count on this point for half a year," Sang Yan flipped out her phone to check the time, and said, "It's almost nine o'clock, I'm afraid you will give a blank. This time I'll take the test for you, okay?"
Wen Yifan didn't speak yet.
Sang Yan raised her eyebrows slightly, and dipped her knuckles on the roll paper next to her, giving the answer thoughtfully.
"A good deal for ten volumes."
"… "
in the next time.
When Wen Yifan compared the commodity prices again, the situation was still the same as before. Later, she didn't struggle at all, and handed it all over to Sang Yan to "take the test".
After the two finished shopping, they went to the cashier to check out.
Staff put things into bags for them. There are not too many things, there are two bags, a large bag and a small bag. The remaining two items are too bulky to fit in the bag.
It's the roll paper and the drawing paper that I just bought.
Sang Yan mentioned them all, and instructed her by the way: "Push the car back."
"Okay." Wen Yifan put the shopping cart back, picked up the two umbrellas inside, and walked back to Sang Yan. Looking at the appearance of his big bags, she took the initiative to say, "I'll get these."
"You hold an umbrella." Sang Yan didn't give her anything, but added slowly, "For me."
"… "
"Don't let me get caught."
"… "
The two left the mall.
The rain outside was heavier than before, and the temperature seemed to drop a few degrees as the night deepened. There were few people around, and the distant car lights stained the raindrops, like a strip of colored light.
Both of them used single-person umbrellas, but Sang Yan's umbrella was slightly larger in comparison.
Wen Yifan opened the umbrella, raised his hand, and blocked most of it on Sang Yan. The two were close, but there was not much room for the umbrella. The raindrops still fell down the tip of the umbrella, and the ice water hit her shoulders and seeped into her clothes.
Soon.
Sang Yan suddenly said, "Hello."
Wen Yifan looked at him: "Huh?"
"Move the umbrella to your side." Sang Yan said arrogantly, "It's blocking my view."
"Oh."
Wen Yifan didn't move, just raised his hand a little higher.
Sang Yan: "Hurry up."
"Okay." She had no choice but to move to her side.
"Move again," Sang Yan tutted, "Isn't there any point in how tall you are?"
"..." Wen Yifan felt that if he moved like this, he would no longer hold an umbrella. Looking at his slightly wet right shoulder, she suggested, "Then why don't you hold an umbrella?"
Sang Yan glanced at her: "What are you thinking?"
"?"
"Don't want to do anything?"
"… "
It's not a long way to go home anyway.
Wen Yifan didn't bother about this anymore.
Back home, Wen Yifan opened the umbrella and put it on the balcony to dry. When she returned to the living room, she saw Sang Yan's appearance from the corner of her eye. Most of his shoulders were wet, the ends of his hair were stained with water, and there were drops of water on his coat.
Sang Yan took off his coat and put it on the dining chair.
Wen Yifan said, "Go and take a bath first."
She didn't go back to the room immediately, and slowly packed up the things she just bought. Wen Yifan didn't get much rain. Seeing the stark contrast between the two, he was a little worried that Sang Yan would sarcastically—
"You can't even hold an umbrella."
But after waiting for a long time, Sang Yan didn't say anything.
He just hummed, put on his clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
After packing up his things, Wen Yifan took out the receipt and mobile phone, and was about to start the settlement. When you light up the screen, you will see the web page that you have not exited just now.
It was the interface she hadn't had time to look at after she searched for "Mu Chengyun".
There is a photo below the entry.
The teenager pursed his lips and smiled, wearing a simple white T-shirt, looking energetic and cheerful.
Very little is introduced.
Mu Chengyun, male, actor.
In January 2013, starring in the movie "Wake up to see ghosts".
"… "
Wen Yifan was stunned when he saw the title of the movie. In retrospect, she seemed to have seen the movie. But she didn't watch it seriously, she couldn't remember any plot or characters at the moment.
I only remember the one in it, the pale grimace that appeared several times from time to time.
Encyclopedia did not specify which role Mu Chengyun played.
Wen Yifan was too lazy to read it again, thinking that Zhong Siqiao seemed to have seen this movie, so he simply asked her later if she knew the star. If she likes this person, give her this signature.
She took her thoughts back and turned on the calculator.
Before starting the reckoning, Sang Yan had already come out of the shower.
Sang Yan did not have the habit of blowing her hair with a hairdryer. Every time she rubbed it with a towel, she came out, her hair was fluffy and wet. Wearing dark casual clothes, he looked softer than usual.
I don't know what shower gel he is using, but the smell is very special, mixed with a light sandalwood fragrance.
Sang Yan didn't speak, just sat on the sofa and turned on the TV.
Facing the receipt, Wen Yifan bowed his head and began to count.
After a while, Wen Yifan heard a voice from Sang Yan, in a casual tone: "Recommend a ghost movie, hypnotize."
"… "
Wen Yifan is very interested in this kind of thriller. She moved her lips. She wanted to recommend a few movies that she liked, but she was worried that the other party would directly say, "I've seen it."
In this regard, Wen Yifan simply kept silent, intending to wait and watch.
Wen Yifan did the math twice, and after confirming that the number was correct, he used Alipay to transfer the money to Sang Yan. At the same time, the TV also sounded. She immediately became interested and looked at the screen.
Internet TV is used at home. In addition to TV channels, some movies and programs can be ordered on demand.
Sang Yan should have selected the movie and played it directly from the title.
At this time, on the TV screen.
The woman seemed to have just woken up from a dream, her face full of horror, and she was panting heavily. The surrounding light was very dim, and the background music seemed strange, faintly, thumping and thumping again and again.
Like the footsteps of a ghost coming.
Wen Yifan felt a little familiar.
Keep watching.
The woman seemed to be under control, and as if she had noticed something, her whole body froze. Then, she turned her head bluntly to the left, and met a bloody face with seven orifices.
The music intensified at this moment, accompanied by the woman's uncontrollable screams.
"what!!!"
There was a sudden movement on Sanyan's side.
His phone fell to the ground.
Wen Yifan looked over subconsciously and saw Sang Yan bent over with her back to her and picked up the phone.
She couldn't see his expression and looked away.
next moment.
On the screen, the words "go to hell when you wake up from a dream" appeared on the screen, stained with dripping blood, and slid down.
Oh.
Wen Yifan remembered.
Although the ghost movie was extremely boring in my impression, Wen Yifan's interest remained undiminished. Because I didn't watch it seriously last time, it doesn't affect her watching it as a brand new movie to pass the time.
The living room is quiet.
Wen Yifan doesn't talk much while watching movies, and his attention has always been extraordinarily concentrated. But for some reason, it may be that the film has a superficial impression, or it may be that the filming is too bad.
Wen Yifan couldn't help laughing when he heard an accent, accompanied by a grimace.
"… "
This scene is kind of scary.
At night, in a closed space, the two silently watched ghost movies. When the most dignified and tense scene was reached, the person next door suddenly laughed.
Sang Yan frowned: "What are you laughing at?"
Wen Yifan took it seriously, almost ignoring his existence. Hearing his voice was still a little stunned. After a long time, she said, "It's funny."
"..." Sang Yan stared at her for a while, "This is a ghost movie."
"But it was really funny just now," Wen Yifan looked at the screen again, and pointed out to him, "That ghost's face should be painted with flour, and it was too thick, and it fell down when it came out—"
"… "
And, in just ten minutes.
Wen Yifan also gradually discovered that the ghost in the movie was the Mu Chengyun he saw today.
No wonder she felt familiar.
In the whole movie, she only remembers this face.
Wen Yifan was about to continue watching, but when he noticed Sang Yan's expression, he suddenly realized that it seemed to affect his mood watching the movie.
She reflected on herself, and it seemed inappropriate to laugh in a serious and thrilling situation like watching a ghost movie. Worried that she wouldn't be able to hold back her laughter, she didn't stay, and planned to go back to her room and use the computer to see.
Wen Yifan just got up.
Sang Yan asked, "What are you doing?"
Wen Yifan said honestly, "Go back to the room."
"It's not just a ghost movie," Sang Yan paused for a few seconds, then leaned back, "I'm afraid this will happen—"
He wasn't finished yet.
Suddenly, Mu Chengyun's bloody eyes appeared in front of the screen at close range.
Accompanied by that familiar and shocking music.
Sang Yan's expression froze, and the rest of the words were stuck in his throat, and he did not continue to say it.
Wen Yifan followed his line of sight to the screen, stared at it for a while, and wanted to laugh a little for no reason. She pursed her lips and said again, "Go on and watch, I'm going back to my room."
She just took two steps.
Sang Yan shouted again: "Hello."
I always thought he was a little weird.
Wen Yifan looked at him, remembered his previous reaction, and responded, "Are you afraid?"
"… "
Seeing that he didn't speak, Wen Yifan didn't ask any more questions and walked in.
Sang Yan said again: "Okay, Wen Yifan."
She turned back for the third time.
Seeing Sang Yan patted the seat next to her, she tilted her head lazily: "Sit down."
"?"
"I know you're afraid too."
"… "