"… "
Wen Yifan stared at the screen for a long time, his scalp tingling in shock at the words "desire" and "possession". Her expression was a little stiff, her fingertips moved on the screen, and she slowly knocked out a question mark.
Before she could send it, Su Tian, who had just returned from the computer room, interrupted her attention.
Su Tian's rolling chair slipped, and came over and whispered to her: "Come on, I just came in and saw that the intern thought I was going wrong, and it shocked me."
Subconsciously turning off the screen of the phone, Wen Yifan raised his eyes: "Huh?"
"The new male intern." Su Tian pretended to glance at him casually, as if he was in love, "My God, I'm in love. A handsome little puppy, tall, handsome and cute. of."
Wen Yifan said with a smile, "Why don't you say big and strong little milk dog."
Fu Zhuang happened to pass by.
Su Tian rolled his eyes and said bluntly, "He's a little dog at most."
"..." Fu Zhuang stopped immediately. Although he didn't hear what was said in front of him, he immediately took his seat and shouted, "Sister Tian, why are you still attacking yourself! How can I be ashamed!"
Su Tian sent him away in a few words: "I didn't tell you."
After Fu Zhuang left, Su Tian continued to gossip with Wen Yifan: "Why do I feel that this little puppy keeps looking at us, is he interested in you or me?"
After speaking, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Wen Yifan's profile, and she changed her mouth instantly: "Okay, I'm the one who brought the humiliation to myself."
"… "
Wen Yifan followed suit.
At this time, Mu Chengyun was sitting in his seat, staring at the computer screen with a cold face. After a few seconds, he may have noticed their gaze and raised his eyes suddenly. After meeting their eyes, he immediately smiled embarrassedly.
It looks really cute.
Wen Yifan also smiled politely and retracted his eyes. She didn't feel anything different, and said gently, "Why are you thinking so much. It's probably just the first day I came to work, I want to get acquainted with my colleagues."
"That's not just gossip, why are you not interested in handsome guys at all." Speaking of which, Su Tian was a little curious, "Hey, do you like this type?"
"what?"
"Why do I feel that you are not interested in this at all. Do you have a favorite type? What is your ideal type?" Su Tian started to list for her, "Gentle? Domineering? Cheerful?..."
Wen Yifan was stunned, and Sang Yan's mighty face flashed through his mind inexplicably.
Realizing this thought, Wen Yifan's breathing stopped, and he happened to meet Su Tian's face waiting for her answer. After a few seconds of silence, she dismissed this thought, smiled and didn't answer.
The brief chat ends.
Wen Yifan continued to write for a while, but after a while, he remembered that she hadn't had time to reply to Sang Yan's message just now. She lit her phone, glanced at the string of words again, and felt as if she had received some spam.
But with a buffer period, I didn't find it too unacceptable to look at it at this time.
Instead, there is a feeling of numbness.
Wen Yifan deleted the question mark in the input box and typed again hesitantly.
[then you]
[Are you ok?]
After three seconds.
Sang Yan: [?]
He didn't know exactly what he did in his sleepwalking, and Wen Yifan couldn't explain it. After caring about the state of the "victim", she asked directly: [How do you hope to solve this?]
Sang Yan: [Let's talk about it.]
Wen Yifan couldn't help but said: [You seem to have been thinking about it for a long time.]
As if really too lazy to type, Sang Yan sent another voice.
There are only two words, and it is taken for granted: "Yeah."
"… "
No more words.
As if to say, even if I think about it for another ten years, you have to wait.
Wen Yifan endured it, and replied with a good temper: [Okay, then think about it slowly.]
…
Although he said that, Wen Yifan didn't take the initiative to mention it, and Sang Yan seemed to have completely forgotten about it.
His state was like, he didn't need to mention this matter, but if Wen Yifan showed the slightest reaction to forget about this matter, he would not change his face and remind her with extremely blunt words of condemnation.
Make her completely unable to forget her "evil deeds".
It is impossible to forget that he is the weak, humble and abused party.
And she is a ruthless lewd who forgets about it.
After a long time, Wen Yifan really began to feel that when he was sleepwalking, he was pierced by something and turned into a whore. And the only person in the house who can prostitute her, and the most unlucky one is Sang Tou Pai, who is well-known in the degenerate street.
The price is too high to be affordable.
She is in debt.
I was also terrified by the calmness that was about to come.
There is always a kind of Sang Yan outside this calm, where she can't see, is preparing some big move to deal with her.
After May 1st, the group found two new reporters through social recruitment.
Every few days, the director specially picked a time when everyone was free and organized a small party to welcome the newcomers. At noon, the notice of this meeting came down, but the location has not yet been determined.
After getting this notice, Fu Zhuang also came to Wen Yifan to complain: "Sister, the director said that this party will also count the portion that welcomes me."
Wen Yifan didn't react: "What's wrong?"
"It's been four months since I came here for an internship! He said that he never favors one over another," Fu Zhuang looked aggrieved. "Let me not feel slighted!"
"It's good." Wen Yifan comforted, "If it doesn't count for you this time, Fang Li and the others are welcome. What's the difference between you and the air in the team?"
"..." Fu Zhuang was silent for three seconds, "It also makes sense."
Mu Chengyun heard the conversation between the two of them and joined in: "Sister Yifan, are you coming at night?"
This meeting is not mandatory. After all, most people have to go to work the next day, and the director also said that it is voluntary. But out of courtesy and respect, most people will participate.
Wen Yifan made an appointment with an expert for a telephone interview at night, but he was not sure.
"Not necessarily, let me see the situation."
Fu Zhuang snorted, a little disappointed: "Sister, are you doing anything tonight?"
Mu Chengyun also asked, "Are you busy until late?"
"Well." Wen Yifan said casually, "I'll try to rush over there."
…
After Wen Yifan finished the phone interview and wrote the first draft based on this interview, it was past nine o'clock in the evening. She packed her things and was about to leave, and the director happened to come out of the office.
Wen Yifan was stunned: "Director, didn't you go to dinner?"
The director's name is Gan Hongyuan, he is nearly fifty years old, and he is slightly fat. When he smiles, his eyes are narrowed into slits, and he is as kind as a Maitreya Buddha. With a briefcase in his hand, he smiled and said, "Just finished the meeting."
Wen Yifan nodded.
"You just finished your work, let's go to the party together, it's easy and relaxing." Gan Hongyuan said, "their dinner has ended, and now it's the next one. It's near the company, let's go together."
Wen Yifan had not planned to go, but this time he had to say hello.
on the way.
Gan Hongyuan chatted with her about various past events, his voice was gentle and without fluctuation, it sounded like he was hypnotized. At the end, he will add some chicken soup and philosophical words in his heart, hoping to arouse Wen Yifan's inner resonance.
Wen Yifan was calm in his heart, but he could only show what he resonated in front of him.
Getting along is also harmonious.
While Gan Hongyuan was indulging in his memories, Wen Yifan took time to glance at his phone. After seeing the news in the group, I knew that the second half was set at an overtime bar. A group of people has already arrived there, and a booth is opened, so that those who haven't arrived can go directly.
This place reminded Wen Yifan of Sang Yan.
Wen Yifan didn't see Sang Yan very often at home recently. He seems to be busy, not staying at home all day like before, either lying on the bed like paralyzed and playing with his mobile phone, or sleeping in his room with nothing to do.
She didn't ask what Sang Yan was up to.
Guess he probably found a new job and started to live the life of an office worker.
Go to the overtime bar.
Wen Yifan was taken by the waiter to the booth where the others were.
Before they had passed, Wen Yifan could hear them playing extremely well from a distance, and they looked rambunctious and excited. But when they saw Gan Hongyuan, everyone quieted down.
It's like being bound by something, not as outgoing as before.
However, Gan Hongyuan only came over for a symbolic walk, and left after a short stay.
Wen Yifan came late and didn't know what they were playing, so he could only watch quietly. She first sat on the edge, and the person next to her happened to be Su Tian. During this time, there are always people who get up to go to the toilet or do something else.
People come and go, and the location changes all the time.
Before he knew it, the person next to Wen Yifan became Mu Chengyun.
Mu Chengyun seemed to drink a lot of alcohol, his cheeks were a little red, and he didn't look sober. Seeing Wen Yifan, he curled his lips and called her very politely, "Sister Yifan."
Wen Yifan nodded and reminded: "Don't drink too much, you have to go to work tomorrow."
"I didn't drink a lot," Mu Chengyun looked obediently, "I only drank this can."
As soon as these words were said, Fu Zhuang just came back from the toilet and sat next to Wen Yifan. He looked like he was talking about gossip again, and said a little excitedly: "Sister Yifan, I just saw your classmate!"
Wen Yifan turned his head: "Who?"
Fu Zhuang: "Just that—"
He stopped.
Obviously can't remember the name.
Wen Yifan: "Huh?"
Fu Zhuang scratched his head, and after thinking for a long time, he could only say on behalf of: "That! Beauty is miserable!"
"..." Wen Yifan glanced around.
The light in the bar was too dark, and the view from Wen Yifan's position was not good, so he didn't see Sang Yan. She took her eyes back lightly, didn't respond, just smiled.
On the other hand, Mu Chengyun, who was next to him, asked, "What is so beautiful and miserable?"
"Didn't I tell you?" Fu Zhuang took out his phone and quickly flipped to the video, "Come on, let's enjoy it together, my idol! My dream in my life is to be like him! Rich, handsome and awesome force!"
Mu Chengyun took it, looked down for a long time, and suddenly said, "This seems to be Senior Sang Yan."
Fu Zhuang was stunned: "You know it too?"
"Haven't you read that post from the school?" Mu Chengyun looked at it for a while and returned his phone, "Just the post that was reviewed by the school is still on the homepage of the forum, and people like it every day."
"I don't have to pay attention to who the school grass is doing, and I'm not gay." Fu Zhuang said, "So what do you mean, this beauty and misery is also from NTU?"
"Should be." The video was mosaiced, and Mu Chengyun didn't know, "If I'm not mistaken."
"Can be admitted to NTU." Fu Zhuang's heart became even more unbalanced, "Isn't he even good at grades?"
"Yes, I met him once." Mu Chengyun said, "My former minister was in the same class as him. After their graduation ceremony, I went with them to their dinner."
Fu Zhuang: "Then what happened?"
"It's nothing, I'm quite impressed." Mu Chengyun smiled, "Because of graduation, everyone would drink a little bit of alcohol as a symbol, but not much, because they had to go to work the next day."
Mu Chengyun: "But the two famous figures in the Department of Computing are Duan and Sang. One of them didn't drink a drop of alcohol, and the other poured more than a dozen bottles without changing his face."
Fu Zhuang was curious: "Who filled more than a dozen bottles."
Mu Chengyun: "Senior Sang."
Hearing this, Wen Yifan stopped drinking and looked over.
Fu Zhuang made a reasonable analysis: "Did he just open a bar now because he likes to drink?"
"Not at all." Mu Chengyun recalled, "He seemed to be in a bad mood that day, he didn't speak, he just drank there. Someone advised him not to drink, and he didn't hear it."
"Oh." Fu Zhuang was not very interested in these things, and said casually, "That's probably what happened, it's graduation season. He may have been dumped, or his confession failed, or the person he likes is going to go. Other cities are separated from him."
"Maybe." Mu Chengyun said, "I heard him say something one night at the time."
Fu Zhuang was interested again: "What?"
Mu Chengyun thought about it for a while, and looked dizzy: "It's been too long, and I can't remember it."
Fu Zhuang was hooked by him and panicked: "Then don't mention it!"
"… "
That's how the topic went.
Hearing Sang Yan's past from other people's mouths, although Wen Yifan didn't have any sense of participation, he always felt a little strange. She lowered her head, stared at the bubbling wine in the glass, and regained her senses after a while.
…
He had to go to work the next day, and Wen Yifan had been busy all day, so he felt really sleepy. She didn't stay long, drank the wine in her glass, and found a reason to leave.
Mu Chengyun also followed: "I have to go back too."
Everyone else was having a good time and didn't force them to stay, just let them be careful on the road.
The two went out.
When Wen Yifan passed by the bar, he glanced at the bar unconsciously, and quickly retracted his gaze.
out of the bar.
Wen Yifan wanted to walk in the direction of the subway station, thought of Mu Chengyun next to him, and asked, "Are you going back to NTU?"
Mu Chengyun doesn't seem to have a good amount of alcohol, and his eyes are a little confused at the moment, as if he is drunk.
"Well, that's right."
Wen Yifan: "Then let's go to the subway station together."
Mu Chengyun: "Okay."
Before walking a few steps, Mu Chengyun looked as if he could not walk and was about to fall. Wen Yifan subconsciously grabbed his arm and supported him: "Are you all right?"
Mu Chengyun murmured, "It's a little unstable."
Wen Yifan hesitated, thinking about what to do when a person suddenly came up from behind. The man stretched out his hand and grabbed the hat of Mu Chengyun's sweater, and said expressionlessly, "You can't stand still, right?"
Hearing this voice, Wen Yifan looked over.
To Sang Yan's profile.
Sang Yan unusually wore a black suit today. The tie was now loose and loose, and the coat was open to reveal the white shirt underneath. This solemn dress did not make him more disciplined, nor did his arrogance suppress him, but he was better.
After speaking, Sang Yan lifted his eyelids and fixed his gaze on Wen Yifan's hand on Mu Chengyun's arm.
Then, he lifted it up again and looked at her.
Wen Yifan was about to speak.
Sang Yan said first: "Let go."
"..." She immediately released her hand.
At the same time, Sang Yan unceremoniously dragged Mu Chengyun forward, as if doing a good deed. The two grew tall and walked fast, and gradually distanced themselves from Wen Yifan who was behind them.
After a long while, Mu Chengyun broke away from his hand, his expression no longer blurred: "Senior Sang?"
Sang Yan also withdrew his hand and looked him up and down: "Who are you?"
"I'm also a student of NTU." Mu Chengyun smiled, "I saw you before."
"Oh." Sang Yan pulled his lower lip, "Are you awake?"
Mu Chengyun's expression was not at all guilty, and he rubbed his head again, and he didn't seem to have calmed down: "What?"
Sang Yan looked at him and smiled suddenly: "Hey, stop pretending."
Mu Chengyun stopped moving.
"Is there any other tricks? You're just a little bit of a sly trick," Sang Yan said, as if ignoring his behavior at all, "I used it eight hundred years ago."
"… "
Sang Yan smiled: "If it's useful, is it your turn?"