Wen Yifan retorted: "I'm not afraid—"
When she met Sang Yan's line of sight, she reacted to the word "also" in his words, and her voice stopped for a few seconds. Subconsciously, she wanted to save some face for him, so she forcibly added: "—?"
"… "
Wen Yifan never thought that Sang Yan would be afraid of this.
After all, Sang Yan always looked fearless, and she also remembered that this was not the first time that Sang Yan had watched a horror movie in front of her.
In my impression, there was a physical education class in the first year of high school. Because the class was not available on rainy days, the physical education teacher asked the sports committee to inform everyone to stay in the class for self-study, or find a movie to watch.
At that time, the computers in the class could not be connected to the Internet, and only one student had a horror movie saved in the USB flash drive, so there was no choice. But because most people don't want to study by themselves, under the rejection of a few people, they finally chose to play this horror movie.
At that time, Wen Yifan was sitting behind the third group in the classroom.
Sang Yan sat at the end of the fourth group, one row behind her, diagonally behind her.
Because Wen Yifan had seen the movie, she didn't watch it too seriously. She wrote the question and glanced at the projection screen from time to time. When I raised my eyes one time, I happened to meet the grimace in the movie.
At the same time, Wen Yifan heard an exclamation from the next door.
She looked along.
It's Sang Yan's male roommate.
At this moment, the boy seemed to be frightened by the picture and leaned back, because the movement was too large, and the chair then tilted back, as if he was about to fall in the next moment. In a hurry, he grabbed the back of Sang Yan's chair, trying to stabilize his body.
But he was born fat, but he dragged Sang Yan to pieces and fell backward.
The two made a loud noise.
The whole class looked at it.
Sang Yan looked worried, as if she was awakened by this movement. He was in a bad mood, frowned, and stood up from the ground: "What are you doing."
The boy was still in panic: "Damn, you scared me to death."
"… "
Hearing this, Sang Yan looked at the screen and happened to see the scene where the ghost crawled out of the TV. His eyes were fixed, and his expression didn't change at all: "How the fuck can you be scary?"
…
So at that time, Sang Yan slept because he was afraid
It seems to make sense.
Because of Sang Yan's pat on the sofa, Wen Yifan naturally sat next to him.
Except for the sound of the movie, there was no other movement in the room. The scent of shower gel on Sang Yan's body is weak, and most of the time during the viewing process, he is silent, but his presence is particularly strong.
Wen Yifan poured a glass of warm water and continued watching the movie.
But this time I couldn't concentrate too much.
After a while, Wen Yifan realized that he was not sitting in the usual position.
The distance between the two was also closer than usual.
This distance reminded Wen Yifan inexplicably that outside the supermarket tonight, Sang Yan suddenly appeared next to her.
Crash.
Everything around seemed disconnected.
The wet and heavy smell that pervaded the cold rainy day was instantly covered by the breath of the man. She looked up, and in the mist, met Sang Yan's brows that were clear enough to count the number of eyelashes—
His thoughts were interrupted by Sang Yan's gesture of holding the water glass sideways.
Get closer in an instant.
For some reason, Wen Yifan was a little nervous. She stood up suddenly.
Sang Yan raised his eyes.
Before he could ask, Wen Yifan said calmly, "I'll go get a bottle of yogurt, do you want to drink it?"
"Oh," Sang Yan looked back, "don't drink."
Taking a bottle of strawberry yogurt from the refrigerator, Wen Yifan returned to the living room.
Sang Yan was drinking water, his eyes were not on the TV, and his emotions were indifferent. Wen Yifan stopped for half a beat, turned around, and seemed to be habitually sitting back in his usual sitting position.
No longer sit next to him.
After the movie, Wen Yifan casually said a few words about his afterthought, and did not deliberately say that he should not be afraid of such words that would damage his self-esteem. She took her things and went back to the room.
I rummaged through the closet for pajamas, and before I knew it, I began to wander, thinking of the movie I watched tonight.
And Mu Chengyun, who I just saw on the entry.
Wen Yifan's movements were a little sluggish, and only then did he notice this.
I think it's a bit of a coincidence.
Could it be that Sang Yan saw the content of the entry tonight, so he looked for this movie to watch
In the next instant, Wen Yifan also recalled the voice Sang Yan made after taking a shower.
- "Recommend a ghost movie, hypnotize."
Wen Yifan was stunned and stopped thinking about it.
…
The next morning.
Wen Yifan changed his clothes and went out to the living room, planning to get breakfast. She took out the milk powder under the coffee table and caught a glimpse of the empty sofa next door. She always had a feeling that she was not used to it.
According to the two people's shared rental life during this period, Wen Yifan roughly observed that Sang Yan's schedule was not stable. He fell asleep early and late, and sometimes in the afternoon.
But no matter how late he went to bed, he would get up early in the morning.
Every day Wen Yifan came out of the room, he could see him lying on the sofa, drooping his eyelids and playing with his mobile phone.
Tired and bored.
Maybe the last time I didn't live with Wang Linlin for too long, Wen Yifan didn't feel much.
But at this moment, Wen Yifan thought that Sang Yan was going to move out in another month, and then that she was going to start getting along with her new roommate, her mood was a little abnormal.
I can't say I'm unhappy, but I don't know how to describe it.
Wen Yifan blinked.
But it should be normal.
After all, it's been two months.
If there is a first time, when you part with the next roommate, you should also have experience and be able to adapt quickly.
Walking to the kitchen, Wen Yifan baked a few slices of toast in the oven. Back at the dining table, he saw Sang Yan just came out of the toilet, and it seemed that he had just finished washing, and his face was still soaked with water.
When passing by the dining table, Sang Yan swept her breakfast.
Wen Yifan stopped and said politely, "Do you want to eat?"
"Ah." Sang Yan stopped, pulled out the chair rudely and sat down, "Thanks then."
"… "
Glancing at the milk in front of her, Sang Yan tapped on the table, like ordering food in a restaurant: "I want a glass of milk too, thank you."
Wen Yifan: "..."
It wasn't a big deal anyway, Wen Yifan endured it, went back to the coffee table, and made him a glass of milk with the remaining boiling water. She was about to pick up the cup, when Sang Yan also got up and walked to the coffee table and took a bag of fruit cereal.
He tore open the package, picked up the milk for himself, and returned to the dining table.
Wen Yifan was stunned and followed behind him.
The two were seated side by side.
The cups are also placed close together.
Wen Yifan sat down, noticed that Sang Yan was still standing next to her, and poured some cereal into her cup with the spoon that came with the package. She raised her head and reminded, "You are wrong."
Sang Yan snorted, and seemed to have come to a realization, and only then did she start pouring cereal into her cup.
It felt as if he had just woken up, his mind was not very clear, and Wen Yifan didn't care too much. She stirred the milk with a spoon, scooped a mouthful of cereal into her mouth, thought about it, and asked, "Did you ask about the decoration?"
"I didn't answer the phone." Sang Yan said casually, "I'll go check it out in two days."
Wen Yifan just mentioned it casually, not too worried.
"Row."
Tuesday morning.
Wen Yifan went out to work. While waiting for the subway, she glanced at her phone casually, and happened to see Zhao Yuandong sent her another message.
Since the day Zhao Yuandong came back, she has been persevering to talk to Wen Yifan. Maybe she didn't dare, Zhao Yuandong never called her, but just used words to explain for herself.
Wen Yifan didn't reply, but after watching too much, he felt that it would affect his mood, so he simply set it to "Do Not Disturb Messages".
Just as the subway arrived, Wen Yifan put away his mobile phone, and just sat on it, the phone rang again, and the caller ID was Nanwu. She picked it up directly and greeted politely: "Hello, may I ask who you are?"
"Shuangjiang, it's Auntie." Che Yanqin's voice came from the other end with a flattering smile, "So is your child, if it wasn't for seeing you that day, Auntie wouldn't know that you blame me so much in your heart. Let’s talk about it, after all, your aunt has raised you for so many years, and it’s all your misunderstanding—”
"… "
Before Wen Yifan finished listening, he hung up the phone and put the phone number on the blacklist.
In the past few years from Wen Yifan to Yihe to study at university and then back to Nanwu to work, she changed her number several times in the middle. Because of this, Che Yanqin had no way of contacting her for a long time.
Therefore, this mobile phone number can only be given to Che Yanqin by Zhao Yuandong.
Wen Yifan didn't know how long Che Yanqin would stay in Nanwu before returning to Beiyu, and felt a little irritable. She pursed her lips and quickly adjusted her mood, not taking it too seriously.
After all, Nanwu is a big country, so there is little chance of a chance encounter.
In addition, after Wen Yifan returned to Nanwu, he never told Zhao Yuandong about her current situation, nor did she mention her address or work unit. It is unlikely that they will be found again.
Wen Yifan just thought it was an insignificant episode.
Back at the work unit, just as Wen Yifan took his seat, Fu Zhuang came over to her side and chatted with her: "Sister Yifan, Teacher Zhang has resigned."
"Mr. Zhang?" Wen Yifan said casually, "Why are so many people resigning recently."
He happened to pass by an old reporter with a thermos cup, and when he heard Wen Yifan's words, he stopped to correct Wen Yifan's words: "It's because many people have resigned."
Then he floated away in a very Buddhist way.
"… "
"Yeah, how many people have we left since then. Didn't Sister Lin also resign a few years ago? Then Brother Chen also quit some time ago, and there is a shortage of people in the group recently." Fu Zhuang continued, "I just I overheard the director saying that it seems that we are going to recruit people again."
Wen Yifan: "That's good."
"It seems that there are both social recruiting and school recruiting." Fu Zhuang said with a smile, "One of my classmates heard that I was doing an internship in Nanwu Radio and Television, and he came to ask me a few days ago, and asked me if the stage was still recruiting people. "
Wen Yifan: "Then you can answer him."
Fu Zhuang: "I have already told him that he should come for an interview."
The two said a few more words and didn't talk any more. They turned on their computers and started to work.
After a busy day, Wen Yifan returned home at ten o'clock in the evening.
It was pitch black inside, too quiet. Wen Yifan reached out to turn on the light, just as the phone rang, she turned it on to take a look. It's Sang Yan's WeChat, with only three words: [Return later.]
Wen Yifan replied: [Okay.]
…
Because of something in the bar, Sang Yan didn't get home until two in the morning. He moved lightly and closed the door. Looking from the entrance, only the lights in the aisle are on, and the lights in the living room are not on.
Sang Yan didn't turn on the light, went to the kitchen to get a bottle of ice water, and went back to the living room.
He just unscrewed the screw cap.
I heard the door open from the master bedroom.
Sang Yan's eyebrows moved, and it didn't take long to see Wen Yifan in pajamas appearing in his field of vision. Without saying a word, she walked to the sofa with an expressionless face and sat down quietly.
"..." Sang Yan felt that the picture was a little weird and looked at her, "What are you doing?"
Wen Yifan did not speak.
Sang Yan asked again: "Can't sleep?"
There seemed to be a muffled hum in her throat.
"Then go turn on a light." Sang Yan was nestled in the sofa, and she always felt that something was wrong with her, "You don't have to come out to greet me, it's quite scary in the middle of the night—"
Before he could finish speaking, Wen Yifan stood up.
Thinking that she obediently went to turn on the light, Sang Yan took back her words and watched her actions while drinking water. Unexpectedly, Wen Yifan seemed to just regard his words as air, turned his head and walked towards the direction of the room.
It's like a lost soul.
After another ten seconds, there was a sound of the door closing in the aisle.
"… "
Sanyan:
Because the next day was a rest day, Wen Yifan didn't get up immediately after waking up.
She lay in bed for hours.
Seeing that it was almost time, Wen Yifan got up and changed his clothes to wash, ready to go out to meet Zhong Siqiao.
Some time ago, Zhong Siqiao made an appointment with her, and when Wen Yifan had this rest day, the two of them went out for a walk together. She walked to the entrance, put on her shoes and was about to go out.
At this time, Sang Yan happened to come out of the kitchen and collided with her sight. He stood there blankly, his eyes were meaningful, as if waiting for her to say something.
Wen Yifan took the key and asked, "When did you come back yesterday?"
Sang Yan frowned: "You don't know?"
"I don't know," Wen Yifan explained, thinking that his reaction was a bit strange, "I slept quite early yesterday, so I didn't hear when you came back."
"… "
Seeing that he didn't speak, Wen Yifan opened the door: "Then I'm going out?"
Sang Yan fell silent, as if thinking about something.
After a few seconds, he looked up at her again, and only gave a perfunctory hum.
…
Wen Yifan and Zhong Siqiao met at the subway station.
Neither of them had lunch, so they found a noodle restaurant nearby for lunch. While waiting for the face, Wen Yifan took out the signature from his bag and asked, "Do you know this actor?"
Zhong Siqiao took it and stared at it for a long time: "What word is this."
"..." Wen Yifan said, "Mu Chengyun."
"do not know."
"This is what I came across when I went for an interview before. He thought I was his fan, so he signed me." Wen Yifan explained to her, "I checked it later, and it seemed like "When I Woke Up From a Dream" The male ghost from "Damn"."
"The male ghost in "Wake Up to a Ghost"?" Zhong Siqiao laughed out loud, "That should be a thirty-eighth-line actor."
"It's not good if someone else signed it." Wen Yifan sighed, "Okay, then I'll change the book to use."
The two chatted casually.
"By the way," Zhong Siqiao suddenly remembered something, "a few days ago, my nephew had a high fever, so I took him to the hospital with my sister-in-law. Then do you know who I met?"
"Who did you meet?"
"I saw Cui Jingyu, and we chatted for a while. She is married now and has a second child." Zhong Siqiao felt that time passed quickly and sighed, "My only impression of her is that she was very special when she was in high school. I like Sang Yan, and the pursuit is also very high-profile."
Wen Yifan was also somewhat impressed by this person.
"Hey, when it comes to this, I'm still curious about one thing," Zhong Siqiao said, "I've never asked you."
"what?"
"Have you really never liked Sang Yan before?"
"..." Wen Yifan was a little stunned, "Why ask this?"
"Because he's handsome, and he's really dazzling." Zhong Siqiao held his cheeks. "Although I haven't talked to him much, I know he likes you very much. He seems to be treating you well."
These words and Zhong Siqiao's mention of the name just now made Wen Yifan in a trance for a moment.
Thoughts are pulled into a previous scene.
Because of what Sang Yan said to the man with glasses before, no one in the class would talk about the gossip about the two of them anymore, and there would be no more ridiculous rumors.
After a long time, other people also found that Wen Yifan is easy to get along with, but his temperament is a little slow. Because of her good looks and good temper, gradually, many people will take the initiative to talk to her, and she also began to have many familiar classmates.
But I forgot when it started, and Sang Yan's attitude towards Wen Yifan had an obvious change. Whatever he did, he blatantly took it for granted, and he didn't bother to hide anything.
Anything is spread out and placed under the bright side.
Therefore, many classmates will come to ask her in private if she is really in love with Sang Yan.
At that time, Wen Yifan himself didn't know what was going on.
I feel that according to Sang Yan's character, it is impossible to have such thoughts, and it is impossible to pull down his face to explain this. So when she heard these questions, she just smiled and denied it.
Luckily, this is only occasionally a subject of coaxing in the class.
Later, for some reason, this matter reached the ears of Cui Jingyu from other classes.
Many people in their class know this girl, because Cui Jingyu often comes to Sang Yan, either giving things or looking for him to talk to, and she shows a particularly enthusiastic love.
After being rejected by Sang Yan, he didn't give up at all.
After knowing this, Cui Jingyu came directly to the door.
I remember when it was between classes.
At the end of the radio gymnastics, all the students returned to the class one after another. Wen Yifan walked behind, and when he reached the door of the class, he saw that Sang Yan was blocked by Cui Jingyu at the door.
Cui Jingyu is beautiful and courageous, with the beauty that a girl of this age should have: "Sang Yan, I heard someone say, you are chasing the dance students in your class?"
Sang Yan was holding a cola in her hand, and she looked impatient because she was blocked: "What's the matter with you?"
"I'm just curious to ask, and they all say you like her." Cui Jingyu laughed, and happened to notice Wen Yifan behind him, "But I just listened to what others said, you don't have to be unhappy."
Hearing this, Sang Yan looked at Cui Jingyu. Following her gaze, he turned his head to look at Wen Yifan.
Seeing her, the corners of Sang Yan's lips loosened and then curved up.
Sunlight poured in from outside, dyeing him a light golden hue. It's like it's shining brightly. At that moment, Wen Yifan realized that when he smiled clearly, there would be a shallow pear vortex on his right lip.
"It seems that this kind of thing has been passed on many times, and they are too boring." Cui Jingyu added, "I know they must be talking nonsense, just tell you casually."
Sang Yan raised her brows, looked at her, and still spoke with that beaten tone.
"Did I say no?"