It's colder outside than it was here.
The only sweater that would keep you warm was soaked through, and she put it into the bag. Walking to the front of the house, Wen Yifan felt that his body was almost not his own. She opened the door, and subconsciously glanced at the other side.
At this time, the man opposite the door is estimated to have not returned.
Usually at two or three o'clock, when she was already in a deep sleep, he would pass by her door with a smile and knock on the door panel twice with malicious intent. The force is very heavy, like thunder in the middle of the night.
Then he went back to his house.
Do nothing.
Annoying, but nothing can be done to fix it.
Wen Yifan told the landlord about this situation several times, but it seemed to be to no avail.
After locking the door, Wen Yifan boiled a pot of water, and sent Zhong Siqiao a WeChat message: [Arrived home.]
Zhong Siqiao's house is far away from Shang'an, and he is still on the subway: [So fast? I still have several stops.]
Zhong Siqiao: [Eh.]
Zhong Siqiao: [As soon as I blew, I remembered Sang Yan's behavior tonight.]
Zhong Siqiao: [You said, did Sang Yan throw the coat for you because she was afraid that you would be cold? Then he was embarrassed to say it again, and broke off a reason like that.]
Wen Yifan dug out a change of clothes from the closet. Seeing this sentence, she stopped: [Say something reliable.]
Zhong Siqiao: [?]
Zhong Siqiao: [My words are unreliable! ! !]
Wen Yifan: [He is here to solve the problem.]
Wen Yifan: [So I guess I'm afraid that I'll get sick because of the cold, so I'll ask him to defraud medical expenses.]
Zhong Siqiao: [… ]
Zhong Siqiao: [Then he can find someone else to give you a coat.]
Wen Yifan: [In such a cold day, this is not an easy task.]
Zhong Siqiao: [?]
Wen Yifan reminded: [He may not be able to borrow it.]
Zhong Siqiao: [… ]
Just pop up a low battery reminder.
Wen Yifan put the phone on the table to charge and went into the bathroom. After removing the makeup from her face a little, she stared at her face in the mirror, and her movements suddenly stopped.
The pair of unfamiliar eyebrows that I saw not long ago flashed across my mind.
Wen Yifan lowered his eyes and absently threw the cotton pad into the trash can.
Aside from the present, when he was most familiar with it in the past, Wen Yifan didn't know Sang Yan very well. So she couldn't tell the difference. He pretended not to recognize her, or he really didn't recognize her.
It's like a coin flip game.
There are no clues to be found, and no guesses, only luck can get results.
After all, in her opinion, these two possibilities.
All things he can do.
After drying his hair, Wen Yifan habitually turned on his computer and wrote a press release. It wasn't until she began to feel sleepy that she returned to the bed and reached out to pull the phone on the table.
Not long after she entered the bathroom, Zhong Siqiao sent a few more messages: [Anything is possible, even if not, we can make up our minds to make ourselves cool.]
Zhong Siqiao: [I'm still curious, how do you feel when you see Sang Yan now.]
There is also a gossip expression on the back.
Wen Yifan thought for a while: [It's really handsome.]
Zhong Siqiao: [… ]
Zhong Siqiao: [No?]
Wen Yifan: [I haven't thought of anything else, but I'll tell you when I think of it.]
Wen Yifan: [I went to bed first, so sleepy.]
In all fairness, it would be a lie to say that it really doesn't feel like it. But she felt that there was nothing to say, and it was going to be a lot to talk about. It's better to sleep more when you have time.
She threw the phone away and began to feel sleepy.
This sleep, Wen Yifan still slept very poorly without exception.
He has been in a state of half asleep and half awake, haunted by bizarre dreams. I felt that I was going to break free in the next second, and when I fell asleep completely, I was woken up by the idiot next door slapped on the door.
Pulling the quilt off the top of his head, Wen Yifan felt embarrassed all over.
Wen Yifan's temper is generally recognized as being good, and he can solve anything in a hurry, and his exposed emotions rarely fluctuate greatly.
It may be that people always have a channel to vent.
So she got up very badly.
Being woken up makes you lose your mind.
Not to mention the situation where she felt like she was going to fall asleep in the next second.
Wen Yifan tried to calm himself down, hoping that the people outside would just take a few shots and get out of the way as usual.
Unexpectedly, this time he seemed to have fallen into evil. The knocking on the door continued, and his mouth was still burping: "Have you not woken up yet? Pretty sister, do me a favor, my toilet is broken... Come and wash it here. a bath…”
Wen Yifan closed his eyes, got up, turned the camera out, adjusted the position, and recorded video in the direction of the door. Then, she picked up her mobile phone and directly dialed 110, clearly reporting the address and situation.
After such a tossing, her only remaining sleepiness disappeared.
In the middle of the night, living alone, there are drunk men harassing outside the door.
Wen Yifan felt that in this situation, he should be afraid. But at this time, she only felt fiery and tired, and had no energy to share with other emotions.
Because there was no response, the man had already returned home before the police came.
Wen Yifan showed the footage to the police and asked to go to the police station to resolve the matter. Now that the trouble has been reported to the police, she didn't think about reconciliation, and planned to move out after the incident.
In the video, the door was shaken, accompanied by a man's awake voice. It's scary to look at.
The police knocked on the opposite door.
After a while, the man opened the door and said impatiently, "Who is it!"
"We got a call," the policeman said, "reporting you for harassing the neighbors in the middle of the night."
"What harassment?" The man was silent for a few seconds, pretending not to be sober, and his tone was not as rushed as he just said, "Comrade police, I just came back from drinking, maybe I knocked on the wrong door when I was drunk. It was just a misunderstanding. ."
The policeman said with a stern face: "People also provided a video. You knocked on the wrong door and shouted to go to someone's house to take a bath? Don't bullshit me here. Hurry up and follow us to the police station."
In such weather, the man only wears a close-fitting short sleeve, revealing the majestic tiger tattoo on his arm. The body is very strong, and the muscles are bulging, like a wall.
The man explained a few more words, and seeing that it was useless, he quickly gave up.
He raised his head, his eyes were deep, and he stared at Wen Yifan who was standing behind the policeman.
Wen Yifan folded his arms and leaned against the edge of the door, looking back at him blankly. The emotion in his eyes is very cold, there is no fear at all, but it seems to be staring at something dirty.
…
to the police station.
The man bit him to death and said that he was drunk and talking nonsense. Wen Yifan clearly stated the situation during this time on the other side. But this did not cause her any financial loss, but only made her mentally sensitive and weak.
In the end, the man was fined a few hundred dollars and detained for a few days.
Before leaving the police station, one of the old policemen kindly reminded her not to live in a group rental house.
Not only this problem, but also other security risks.
The Nanwu government has begun to pay attention to the fire caused by the overload of electricity in a certain group of rental houses. When the policy is approved, it will start to manage.
Wen Yifan nodded and said thanks.
It was already dawn outside.
She simply went back to the stage.
After returning to Nanwu, Wen Yifan submitted his resume to the "Communication" column of Nanwu TV's urban channel through social recruitment.
"Communication" is a people's livelihood news column in Taili. It mainly reports people's livelihood news in this city and surrounding counties and towns.
Wen Yifan felt that his situation deserved attention, so he thought about whether to report this matter as a topic, and went into the office.
The lights were on, but no one was there.
She went to the tea room to make a cup of coffee. She was really inactive at the moment, and she didn't even have an appetite for breakfast. But she couldn't sleep either, so she swiped the news app and started writing.
It's been a messy day all day.
When the new intern Fu Zhuang went out for an interview with her, his expression was hesitant to say anything, and finally he couldn't hold back and said, "Sister Yifan, did I do something wrong?"
It was only then that Wen Yifan realized that he had been getting up for almost a day.
Wen Yifan didn't choose to work overtime for the first time until he got the news order he handed in, so he just packed up and left.
The temperature was low at night, and the cold wind was like a sharp ice blade, blowing past my ears.
Before walking a few steps, Wen Yifan received a message from Zhong Siqiao.
Zhong Siqiao: [Wen Yifan, I am dead.]
"… "
Wen Yifan: [?]
Zhong Siqiao: [Me! real! want! die! !]
Zhong Siqiao: [My bracelet is gone!]
Zhong Siqiao: [My male god gave it to me! I've never worn it a few times before!]
Wen Yifan: [Didn't find it?]
Zhong Siqiao: [to TAT]
Zhong Siqiao: [I only found out that I was missing at the company this morning. I thought it was at home, but I couldn't find it after I just got home.]
Zhong Siqiao: [But I feel like I've landed in Sanyan's bar.]
Zhong Siqiao: [You can ask me after get off work, I'm too far to go to Shang'an.]
Wen Yifan: [OK.]
Wen Yifan: [Don't worry too much.]
Wen Yifan's brain seemed to be rusted, he thought about the direction dully, and then he lifted his foot again. Fortunately, the Fallen Street is not far from here, you can walk there in seven or eight minutes.
Further inside, find the "Overtime" bar.
She went in.
Unlike last night's style, the place on the round table was replaced by a rock band, and the music was so loud that it made my ears tingling. The lights in the bar are dim, the atmosphere is high, and the colorful lights are passing quickly.
Wen Yifan walked to the bar.
Inside is the yellow-haired bartender from last time.
Wen Yifan stopped him: "Hello."
The bartender smiled. "Good evening, ma'am. What would you like to drink?"
Wen Yifan shook his head and stated his purpose bluntly: "When I came over with my friend yesterday, I lost a bracelet. I wonder if you found it?"
Hearing this, the bartender seemed to recognize her and nodded immediately: "Yes, please wait a moment."
"Okay, sorry to bother you."
Wen Yifan stood there and waited.
Watching the bartender pull open the drawer on one side and look inside. Then pull the other side open and turn it over again. His movements suddenly stopped, he raised his head and waved in a certain direction, and shouted, "Yu Zhuo."
The waiter called "Yu Zhuo" came over: "Hey. Brother He, what's the matter?"
Wen Yifan looked over.
At a glance, she recognized the waiter who had spilled alcohol on her yesterday.
The bartender wondered: "Didn't I keep the bracelet you picked up yesterday? Why didn't I find it?"
"Ah? That bracelet..." Yu Zhuo was also stunned, and suddenly remembered, "Oh, that's right. When Brother Yan came down to get his clothes, he took the bracelet too."
"… "
Thinking that he heard it wrong, Wen Yifan was stunned for a moment, but couldn't help but say, "What?"
Yu Zhuo subconsciously repeated: "Brother Yan took it."
"… "
This time Wen Yifan heard it clearly, but he couldn't believe it.
The owner of such a popular bar.
Actually, so blatantly took the property that the guests accidentally left behind as his own.
The bartender obviously didn't know about this, and looked inexplicable: "How could Brother Yan take it? Where did he go? Wasn't he still there just now?"
Yu Zhuo was dumbfounded: "I don't know."
Be quiet for a moment.
The bartender looked back at Wen Yifan with some embarrassment: "Sorry, the boss is usually in charge of the lost property here. Why don't you leave your contact information first, or wait a moment, and I'll contact the boss now."
Wen Yifan didn't want to stay here for too long, thinking that it would be the same if he came to pick it up tomorrow: "It doesn't matter, I'll leave the contact information."
"Okay." The bartender drew her a business card from the side, "Write it on it."
Wen Yifan lowered his head and wrote a series of numbers on it, and handed it back to him: "Then please help to find it. If you find it, you can call this number—"
Not finished yet.
The business card was suddenly pulled from behind.
Wen Yifan turned around unexpectedly.
I saw Sang Yan standing behind her, very close to her, like imprisoning her. He was born thin, tall and handsome. At this time, he turned his head slightly and glanced at the business card lightly.
Then, meet her eyes.
The scene of feasting, deafening music, and the aroma of tobacco and sandalwood.
The man's brows and eyes are naturally cold, but at this moment, they are a little condescending.
Familiar yet unfamiliar eyes.
As if he recognized her.
Suddenly.
The corners of his lips loosened, and he said with a half-smile, "Don't give up?"
Not understanding what he said, Wen Yifan was stunned.
Sang Yan threw the business card back in front of her, stood up slowly, and distanced herself from her.
"Did you come here specially to leave contact information?"