First Frost

Chapter 32

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All four look at each other.

At this moment, the background music on the TV seemed to understand human words, and it was so cooperative that it was silenced. The surroundings were so quiet that you could even hear the sound of a needle falling, falling into an extremely embarrassing situation.

Wen Yifan calmly retracted his gaze.

The emotions inside were surging like a storm.

hug me.

Dear, now, me, one, next.

hug.

Dear.

"… "

These two words almost made Wen Yifan burn.

Wen Yifan wanted to be able to clearly feel his cheeks burning, completely out of control. She wanted to calm down and try to calm down and analyze the possibility of this matter calmly.

Then quickly give him a suitable answer.

But Sang Yan didn't give her this time at all. His eyes were still on her, and he said, "No, why are you still blushing?"

Wen Yifan said calmly, "Oh, is it red?"

Like discovering a new continent, Sang Yan looked at her: "Yes."

"Maybe it's because the food I ate tonight was too spicy," Wen Yifan said without changing his face, and said without rushing, "My friend also said that my face was very red just now."

Sang Yan pulled his lower lip, looking obviously disbelieving: "So it is."

Wen Yifan doesn't care whether he believes it or not, it's enough to handle it now. After the shock, she thought about it again, and felt that what Sang Yan said was not quite right.

If he just said hug, Wen Yifan thought it might be true.

After all, this behavior is not very difficult.

But plus pro…

Wen Yifan felt that he was sleepwalking and beat him up, which was more reliable than what he said.

"Did you say this," Wen Yifan said in a thin voice, mulling over his words, "exaggerated a bit? Maybe I just sleepwalked and accidentally bumped into you, and then had some physical injuries. touch."

"Oh. What do you mean," Sanyan said in a leisurely tone, puncturing directly, "I deliberately poured dirty water on you."

"..." Wen Yifan said immediately, "I didn't mean that."

"I don't mean to accuse you." Sang Yan's hair was scattered in front of his forehead, and his expression was loose. "But I am the one who was taken advantage of now. You can't bite me back like that, right?"

Wen Yifan had no memory at all, and at this moment there was an extremely strong feeling of a mute eating Coptis chinensis. She felt that this was really unreasonable, and couldn't help but say, "Since there is such a thing, why didn't you tell me."

"Why not?" Sang Yan said, "but didn't you say it was a special case?"

"… "

"As for me, I'm not such a cautious person."

Wen Yifan was stunned for a moment at these words, recalling that the morning after returning from Zhao Yuandong, when he woke up, he received the inexplicable thumbs-up expression from Sang Yan.

Wen Yifan fell silent and began to doubt himself.

Sang Yan made up for the knife in debt: "But what is this."

Wen Yifan raised his head.

"Thinking about it every day, dreaming about it at night—" Sang Yan stammered, and spit out another word, "You?"

"… "

Wen Yifan endured: "Can I ask you a question?"

Sang Yan: "Say."

When he first mentioned this situation, Wen Yifan wanted to ask this question, but he felt that this question was embarrassing and would push the current situation to an even more embarrassing state.

So Wen Yifan resisted to mention it.

But at this moment, he was still forced by his attitude: "Where did I kiss you..."

"..." Sang Yan's expression froze.

The ambiguity seemed to melt into the air along these words, fermented and spread out.

As soon as the words came out, Wen Yifan felt a little regretful. But the words spoken are like poured water, and they cannot be taken back. Her brain was stretched into a line, but her eyes were placed on him calmly, pretending to be patiently waiting.

Sang Yan raised her eyelashes and pointed at the corner of her right lip casually.

"how?"

"You pointed to this position. Given the height difference between us, I should be—" Wen Yifan paused for two seconds, unable to say the word, and said, "I can't touch it."

Sang Yan stared at her for a while, and then said magnanimously, "Okay, it's okay if you don't admit it."

"… "

Wen Yifan stood up suddenly: "No."

Sanyan looked up.

The next moment, Wen Yifan said again: "Let's repeat the case?"

"… "

Sang Yan smiled: "Do you want to take advantage of me for the second time?"

"I won't run into you." Wen Yifan said with a good temper, "I just think the possibility you said is a little low, and I want to confirm that when you live here later, you still feel that your personal safety is not a problem. Guaranteed."

"… "

Wen Yifan looked at him: "Can you stand up for a while?"

Sang Yan leaned on the back of the sofa, raised her head slightly, and looked at her for a while. He didn't say much, put the phone aside, and stood up as if compromising.

The situation of the two was reversed in an instant.

Sang Yan was almost a head taller than her, and her head just reached his chin. Following his actions, Wen Yifan's gaze went from bottom to top, watching him change from bowing his head to raising his head.

From this angle, I can't seem to touch the position he said at all.

"Right." Wen Yifan stared at the corner of his lips, and immediately relieved, "I can't touch it at all, so is there a misunderstanding... Unless it's me standing on tiptoe, or you bowing your head—"

Wen Yifan raised his eyes as he spoke, meeting his gaze.

She looked slightly startled, only to realize that the distance between the two had narrowed unknowingly.

- The scene is stagnant.

It seemed that in the next second, the man in front of him would bow his head as she said.

Wen Yifan looked away, his heartbeat was inexplicably faster. She pursed her lips, took a step back, and didn't bother about it any more: "But this is just my guess."

Sang Yan's eyes were dark, like a long and boundless night outside.

"You really have no reason to lie to me. Although this behavior is beyond my control, I still want to apologize to you." Wen Yifan thought for a while, and said seriously, "If there is such a thing in the future, you Just give me a punch."

"… "

Wen Yifan held back for a long time and reminded: "Protect yourself."

After dropping the series of words, Wen Yifan went back to the room. She closed the door and stood against the door panel, thinking for a while about what she had just said indiscriminately.

After smoothing them out one by one, after feeling that there was no problem, Wen Yifan returned to his senses and walked in.

She lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about the position Sang Yan had just pointed.

It seems to be the position of his pear vortex.

"… "

Ugh.

That is not true, is it.

But she has sleepwalked so many times in the four years of college, and she has never heard from any roommate that she will take the initiative to hug her relatives when she sleepwalks...

But she used to.

Indeed also.

I like it very much.

Sang Yan's pear vortex.

Wen Yifan was not so sure at this moment.

She felt that her brain was like a mush, cluttered together, unable to think clearly. After a long time, Wen Yifan sat up abruptly, lifted the chair in front of the dresser, and put it in front of the door.

For the next few days, Wen Yifan's first reaction when he woke up every day was to see if the chair was still in its original position. After being so nervous for a while, she was sure that there was nothing unusual, and her spirit relaxed.

Although he could not confirm whether what Sang Yan said was true or false, Wen Yifan always felt that he had done something wrong. When I saw him, there was always a trace of unknown guilty conscience and embarrassment lingering in my heart.

As a result, Wen Yifan felt that getting along with him seemed a little weirder than before.

But Sang Yan didn't seem to care at all, as if nothing had happened, there was no difference in his emotions. That's why Wen Yifan didn't show too much concern.

She just hoped that she wouldn't sleepwalk again, and she wouldn't do the same or even more exaggerated behavior.

In a flash, the entire month of March has passed.

Wen Yifan took a break from the director ahead of time. On the day of Qingming Festival, she couldn't sleep well, so she found several horror movies and watched them all night. It wasn't until it was almost dawn that she fell asleep in a daze.

But after sleeping for less than two hours, he woke up naturally.

Wen Yifan got up to wash, took out the black sweater in the closet, and left the room. She got up much earlier than usual, Sang Yan should still be sleeping. The living room was empty at this time.

It was cloudy outside, and the light in the house seemed dim.

Wen Yifan had no appetite, he just took a carton of milk from the refrigerator and went out soon.

After checking the route, Wen Yifan took a nearby bus and went to the cemetery on the outskirts of Nanwu.

The first few times, Wen Yifan followed Zhao Yuandong, or his uncle and grandma. At that time, they were directly driven there by them, and this was the first time she came by car.

The location is quite far from the city, and it takes four or five hours to go back and forth by bus.

After getting out of the car, we have to walk about a kilometer. There is construction going on around this area and the road is full of potholes. There is no dedicated parking space, so the cars are parked in a mess.

Wen Yifan followed the direction indicated by the mobile phone map.

to the cemetery.

Wen Yifan made a simple registration, then entered the columbarium and walked in.

The corridor is so long that it seems to have no end. Looking from both sides, there are tall and long rows of cabinets, containing the souls of countless deceased people. Wen Yifan walked silently until he stopped in one of the rows.

She walked in and carefully found the words Wen Liangzhe.

I have forgotten how many years have passed since the last time I saw him.

Wen Yifan stared at the name for a long time before calling softly, "Dad."

"… "

"Frostfall is back."

It's a call that gets no answer.

At that time, Wen Yifan couldn't believe it.

Why did someone who was alive a while ago suddenly become a cold corpse? The tall and strong father, who was somehow reduced by magic, was put into this small box.

Will never speak again.

She always felt like a dream.

It's fine to wake up.

But this nightmare continued, no matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't wake up.

Wen Yifan stood there, silent for a long time, without saying a word. At a certain moment, her eyelids moved, and she suddenly noticed the dust on the spirit card, which formed a sharp contrast with the spirit card next door.

It looks like no one has come to visit for a long time.

Zhao Yuandong has a new family, and it may only come once a few years after a long time. Grandma and the uncle's family both live in Beiyu, and probably won't come here because of this.

Wen Liangzhe's smile is engraved on the tablet, and it will always be fixed at that moment.

There will be no more emotions.

Wen Yifan's eyes gradually turned red. She blinked her eyes hard and reached out to wipe the dust off a little bit.

Got home a little earlier than usual.

Wen Yifan habitually looked around the living room and the second bedroom, but Sang Yan didn't seem to be back. She looked away and stepped into the kitchen. She hadn't eaten anything all day, and her stomach was a little uncomfortable at the moment.

Wen Yifan cooked some porridge first. She flipped through the refrigerator, took out some ingredients, and planned to make a random soup to drink with porridge.

Turning on the faucet, Wen Yifan peeled the watermelon and cleaned it. She lowered her eyes, picked up the kitchen knife, and cut neatly into small pieces neatly, then took a box of fish skin dumplings from the refrigerator, and threw them down in two rows.

When it was almost cooked, Sang Yan just came back from outside. While taking off his coat, he glanced in the direction of the kitchen, and said casually, "Are you skipping work today?"

"It's nothing, I'll be back early." Wen Yifan said, "Have you eaten dinner?"

"Nope."

"Eat that piece, I cooked a lot." Wen Yifan turned off the fire and took out the soup, "But if you have porridge at night, I don't know if you will be able to eat enough. Otherwise, would you cook something else?"

Sang Yan also entered the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves and brought out the porridge: "I'm too lazy."

Wen Yifan nodded.

The two ate dinner in silence.

It was still Sang Yan who finished eating first, but he didn't get up and went back to the living room, he just sat in the same place and looked at his phone. Wen Yifan finished the porridge quickly and got up: "Have you come to clean up that table?"

In the past, Sang Yan cooked dinner, and let her eat too much.

Although it sounded like he was begging her, Wen Yifan would help clean up the table every time out of a cannibalistic mentality. It's actually pretty easy, there's a dishwasher at home, and there's not much to do after clearing the table.

Sang Yan is very fair: "Okay."

Wen Yifan went back to the room, and after washing up, he lay back on the bed.

I only slept for less than two hours last night, but for some reason, Wen Yifan was not very sleepy. After tossing and turning in bed for a while, she gave up struggling, got up, turned on her computer, and started writing a press release.

It wasn't until two in the morning that Wen Yifan yawned and rubbed his eyes that could hardly be opened.

Just as she was about to go back to bed, she remembered something, turned around and moved the chair to the door.

Block your only way out.

Three in the middle of the night.

Sang Yan finished the last game, went to the kitchen and turned over a bottle of ice water. He unscrewed the cap of the bottle and took a few sips. When he was about to go back to the room, he suddenly heard a noise outside.

His eyelashes twitched and he walked out.

Just happened to see Wen Yifan coming out of the aisle, as if he didn't notice his figure, his footsteps didn't stop for half a minute. Her movements were slow, her expression was sluggish, and she looked like she was about to hit the bookcase next to her.

Sang Yan's brows twitched, and she walked quickly to her, reaching out to her head.

At the same time, Wen Yifan's forehead knocked against his palm.

Action freezes.

After a few seconds, Wen Yifan changed direction and walked towards the sofa.

Sang Yan withdrew her hand and continued to drink water, paying attention to her actions.

Same as last time.

Wen Yifan walked to the sofa and sat down, staring blankly at the void.

Sang Yan walked near her, did not sit back to her usual position, dragged the bench next to her at will, and sat in front of her.

The lights in the living room were still dim, and Sang Yan didn't turn on the lights specifically. The moonlight from outside came in, and with the extra bright lights in the aisle, the interior was not dim at the moment.

The ambience is too quiet.

Only occasionally came the sound of Sang Yan drinking water.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Yifan lowered his eyes, as if he had just noticed Sang Yan next to him. Seeing that he didn't seem to have any ability to think, he stayed still.

In this light and at night, it seems a little creepy.

But Sang Yan thought it was funny: "Have you finally seen me?"

Wen Yifan didn't say a word, his eyes moved and stopped at the corner of his right lips.

Sang Yan played with the taste: "What are you looking at?"

Seeing that her eyes had not moved, Sang Yan suddenly remembered that there was a pear vortex in her position, and was trying to restrain her smile. But at the same time, Wen Yifan, who was sitting obediently on the sofa and motionless, suddenly bent down.

in his direction.

The movement is still slow, but it looks like it has a purpose.

Her eyes were still on the corner of his right lips.

The distance is getting closer.

As if anticipating something, Sang Yan stared straight at her, her Adam's apple slowly sliding down. He didn't take the initiative to do anything else, but he didn't dodge at all, he just stayed where he was.

Like an aggressor lurking in the dark.

But she was patient to the extreme, waiting for her to take the initiative, little by little, to send herself over.

Wen Yifan raised his hand and put it on his shoulder.

At that moment, time seemed to slow down.

A second seemed longer than a year.

Sang Yan lowered her eyes.

Seeing her pair of eyebrows made him fascinated. Eyelashes thick like brushes tickled his heart. The face is facing the sky, and the complexion is white to almost transparent.

Like a blurred scene.

The next moment, as he expected.

Sang Yan clearly felt that something touched the corner of his right lip.