The distance between the two narrowed in an instant.
The man's familiar breath was suppressed, and his eyebrows were close at hand.
His eyes are thin inner pairs, the corners of his eyes are slightly raised, with an innate sharpness. When staring at people, it always seems to be scrutinizing, arrogant, ruthless and cold.
At this time, she leaned down and looked at her, but she lost a little sense of distance.
Wen Yifan leaned back on the inner wall of the elevator and looked back at him without evading his eyes. Her thoughts seemed to be muddy, and she couldn't turn a corner. She just thought that what he said would not be a good proposal, and replied rigidly: "I don't have this plan for the time being."
Sang Yan stood up straight, the curvature of his lips did not converge, and he didn't know whether to believe it or not.
After thinking for a while, Wen Yifan was unable to control it, and officially added: "I'll let you know when I have it later."
"… "
After finishing speaking, Wen Yifan didn't wait for his response, calmly raised his feet and walked out. She felt that she was walking quite steadily, but her footsteps seemed heavy, she struggled to lift, and she felt like she was stepping on cotton.
Sang Yan finally realized that something was wrong with her: "How much did you drink tonight?"
Wen Yifan stopped: "One cup."
Sang Yan: "A cup of what?"
Wen Yifan shook his head: "I don't know."
Sang Yan frowned, her tone was not very good: "You drink randomly if you don't know?"
Wen Yifan: "Xiao Tian gave it to me."
She was like a robot, answering whatever she asked, and she didn't look much different from usual. If it weren't for those words just now, Sang Yan would not have seen that she was drunk.
Afraid that she would fall, Sang Yan stepped forward and reached out to support her: "Stand still."
Seeing his actions, Wen Yifan subconsciously stepped back, and by the way raised his hand to repress the hat of the sweater: "Sang Yan."
"?"
Staring into his eyes, Wen Yifan pursed his lips, and inexplicably said a very sincere sentence, as if trying to get closer to him: "I think I've been good to you during this time."
Sang Yan's movements stopped slightly.
He heard her continue: "I didn't refute what you said, and I still obeyed."
Sang Yan withdrew her hand and said lightly, "What do you want to say."
"That's why I want to discuss with you." Wen Yifan felt a little nauseous again, so he approached him and felt more comfortable when he smelled him, "Can you please stop me."
Sang Yan: "?"
"I think," Wen Yifan said, "take a good breath."
"… "
At the same time as these words fell, Sang Yan noticed that she had been holding her hat all the time. Because of this, he remembered what he had done to Mu Chengyun earlier. The corners of his mouth twitched, a little speechless, and he grabbed her arm.
Wen Yifan's hand was still frozen, and his body language was vigilant.
"Okay," Sang Yan clicked, but moved lightly, "Don't touch your hat."
"… "
Hearing this, Wen Yifan's expression was dubious, and he gradually put down his hands.
Sang Yanxu helped her to walk in the direction of the house. Looking at her profile, he lowered his eyes again, stared at her arms that were so soft as if they were boneless, and said in a low voice, "You are not treated like that."
After entering the house, Wen Yifan changed the indoor mop and walked towards the room subconsciously. But before taking a few steps, Sang Yan pulled him back and pulled him onto the sofa: "Sit down."
Wen Yifan snorted and watched Sang Yan boil a pot of water. Then, he turned and walked towards the kitchen.
Soon, he turned back and added: "Don't touch that water."
Wen Yifan didn't know what he was going to do, so he could only nod his head. At this moment, my stomach is uncomfortable, and my eyelids are drooping uncontrollably. She wanted something hot and wanted to go to bed.
Waited a while.
Just seeing the boiling water next to him, Wen Yifan breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted to fill a cup of hot water to drink, and unconsciously stretched out his hand.
The next moment, Sang Yan's voice rang: "What are you doing?"
"..." Wen Yifan immediately withdrew his hand.
There is a guilty conscience of touching someone else's things without their consent.
Sang Yan walked back and sat next to her. He held a jar of honey in his hand, poured a few spoonfuls into the cup, then poured some cold water into it, and mixed it with boiling water.
His suit had not been taken off, his shoulders were broad and his legs were long. It made his temperament a little more serious and suppressed a bit of cynicism.
Wen Yifan noticed his clothes again: "Why are you wearing this today?"
Sang Yan didn't answer, and put the cup in front of her: "Drink it."
Wen Yifan took it, took a few sips, and continued to ask, "Have you found a job?"
He was extremely indifferent and still did not answer.
But after Wen Yifan drank too much, he spoke a little more than usual: "When did you find it?"
Although basically the problem.
She didn't seem to care whether he answered or not, and asked herself, "I still have to wear formal clothes for this job?"
Sang Yan smiled: "You still have a lot of questions."
Wen Yifan blinked.
"But what about me now," Sang Yan got up after seeing her drink half a cup, "I'm not interested in talking to you, an alcoholic."
Feeling that he was being framed, Wen Yifan immediately said, "I only had one drink."
Sang Yan ignored her and continued to walk to the kitchen.
Wen Yifan, who was at the back, said again: "When you drank more than a dozen bottles of wine at the graduation ceremony, you are called an alcoholic."
He stopped for a moment and turned back: "How do you know?"
Wen Yifan said honestly, "Mu Chengyun said it."
"… "
"Why do you drink so much?"
After being silent for a while, Sang Yan withdrew his gaze: "How long ago it was."
Sang Yan: "I forgot."
"Oh." Wen Yifan felt that his mind seemed to be clearer and his stomach was less uncomfortable after half a cup of honey water. "Then you should drink less in the future."
Sang Yan didn't answer any more and went directly into the kitchen.
Soon.
Sang Yan brought out a bowl of porridge and put it in front of Wen Yifan. He lay back on the sofa, as if he had finally finished his work, and said lazily, "Go back to sleep after drinking."
"… "
At this time, Wen Yifan really felt the happiness of having a roommate. She thought to herself that Sang Yan was still very good, and if he felt uncomfortable in the future, she would definitely take care of him respectfully.
Sang Yan lay down and played with the phone for a while.
Wen Yifan was drinking the porridge slowly, and just as he was about to say thank you to him, Sang Yan's cell phone rang.
Sang Yan picked it up directly: "Speak."
He seems to be like this all the time, calling people he knows without saying a word of greeting. It seems extremely impatient, and the tone of the opening is to let the other party have farts and let them go.
Wen Yifan's words were also swallowed back in his mouth.
The person on the other end didn't know what to say, and Sang Yan asked, "Whose birthday is it?"
"Oh, you don't need to make a special phone call to remind me." Sang Yan's tone was sloppy, sounding indifferent, "You can directly tell Duan Jiaxu that at his age, there is nothing to tell the world about his birthday."
"… "
"If you really think about it, you'll have to touch it in private." After a few seconds, Sang Yan sneered, "What do you mean by being old? You tell him that the post-80s don't touch the post-90s."
"Okay, hurry up and study," Sang Yan said, "I will take the college entrance examination next month. What to do with this shit."
"Bye."
Although the phone hangs up, the room is quiet.
Wen Yifan's brain was sluggish and he remembered something: "Isn't your birthday in January 1990?"
Sang Yan glanced at her: "What?"
"It seems to be the day after New Year's Day," Wen Yifan said, "that's only two days away from 1989."
Sang Yan was playing with her phone, as if she didn't hear what she meant, her tone of voice was not serious: "You remember my affairs clearly."
Wen Yifan paused for a while and said softly, "Because this date is easy to remember."
"Oh." Sang Yan didn't pay much attention to it, with a light expression on her face, "It's easy to remember."
…
After finishing the porridge, Wen Yifan thanked Sang Yan and went back to his room. When taking a bath, she was steamed up by the heat, and her thoughts gradually became clearer, recalling the stupid things she did and the stupid things she said tonight.
She became annoyed with hindsight, and regretted again that she had drunk tonight.
The remaining drunkenness made Wen Yifan's sleepiness rise to the top.
After leaving the bathroom, she lay on the bed, her eyelids sunk to the point that she couldn't open her eyes, and she didn't have the energy to worry about tonight's affairs. While in a daze, she remembered the glass of honey water that Sang Yan had stuffed into her hand.
Extremely warm.
The temperature seems to spread to the whole body along the fingertips.
before completely losing consciousness.
A thought popped into Wen Yifan's mind uncontrollably.
I hope Sang Yan can stay here a little longer.
Perhaps because of Mu Chengyun's words tonight, Wen Yifan dreamed of his graduation day very fittingly. But the picture is a little blurred, it looks real, but it is not very real.
Even in her dream, she couldn't tell whether it was reality or fantasy.
In my impression, the graduation ceremony seems to end in the afternoon.
Wen Yifan, wearing a bachelor's uniform and holding a diploma in his hand, came out of the auditorium with his roommates following the crowd.
There are many people outside, basically graduates wearing bachelor's uniforms taking pictures with their relatives and friends. People come and go, and along the way, you can bump into a lot of people you know.
Wen Yifan was also pulled over from time to time to take a few pictures.
Because of the senior year internship, each of them was busy with their own affairs, and the little girls hadn't seen each other for a while. At this time, there was a lot of talk, and all kinds of things happened in my internship.
After a topic was over, Wen Yifan heard one of his roommates say, "By the way, I just finished my diploma and saw a super, super, super handsome guy in the back row. I don't know which department he is from."
Another roommate said, "Damn it, why didn't you call me to see it!"
"How can you blame me? You guys were waiting to get on stage to get your diploma. When you came down, I couldn't find that handsome guy when I wanted to mention it to you. I still have the feeling that my eyes are dazzled."
"Okay, I'll treat you as dazzling."
Wen Yifan couldn't help laughing while listening to their conversation.
Not long after, the four were called by a classmate they knew to take a photo.
Wen Yifan was led by his roommate. She was placed in the middle, looking at the camera, the corners of her lips curved slightly. The photographer held the camera and counted down loudly: "Three, two..."
There is one number left that has yet to be called out.
At this time, in the mixed crowd, Wen Yifan suddenly heard someone call her name. The voice was neither light nor heavy, but very familiar. Her breathing stopped, and she turned her head unconsciously and glanced around.
The photographer snorted: "Sister, why did you suddenly move?"
The roommate next to him also asked, "What's wrong?"
Wen Yifan was still looking around, feeling a little weird: "I think I heard someone calling me."
"Ah?" Hearing this, the roommate also looked around, "Did you hear it wrong? I didn't hear anyone calling you. Maybe someone's name is similar to yours, so many people..."
Wen Yifan didn't understand what his roommate said next.
Her gaze was fixed in a certain direction.
The man was tall and thin, as if he had come to attend the graduation ceremony specially, wearing a regular white shirt and suit pants. At this time, he may be looking at his mobile phone, his head is lowered, and he is slowly getting away from the hustle and bustle here.
Go in a direction less crowded.
For a moment.
Wen Yifan remembered the rainy night four years ago when the drizzle was flying all over the sky.
Despite the rain, the air was still hot.
The boy silently sent her downstairs, the pride between his brows collapsed. That young man who had been high-spirited from the first sight, seemed to have been planted with humility in his bones, and he could no longer hide it.
In that long, seemingly endless alley.
He turned his back in silence and walked out of her world step by step.
In a trance.
The two figures seemed to overlap.
Wen Yifan's mind went blank, he took a step to the other side uncontrollably, and was pulled back by his roommate in the next instant.
"Xiaofan, where are you going?"
The photographer also said at this moment: "Sister, take another picture!"
Wen Yifan looked back blankly.
I just felt that he must be in Nanwu at the moment, and it is impossible to appear in Yihe, which is thousands of kilometers away.
He has no reason to be here.
Wen Yifan absentmindedly finished taking the photo and looked in that direction again.
What I saw a minute ago seemed like a hallucination.
The familiar figure had long since dissipated in the crowd and disappeared.
…
Wen Yifan woke up from his dream.
Her mouth was dry, and she got up and turned on the lamp beside the bed. The bright light made her eyes hurt, Wen Yifan frowned, feeling a little dazed.
The memory of the dream is also very clear.
But at this moment, Wen Yifan couldn't remember whether she actually saw the back on the day of the graduation ceremony, or maybe it was just a dream that added color to her memory.
Wen Yifan was stunned for a while, and after a long time, he closed his eyes.
Maybe it was influenced by the dream, or it may be that the night will magnify the emotions.
Wen Yifan's mood was extremely bad at this time.
She lost the slightest sleepiness, and simply got up, planning to pour a glass of warm water to drink.
Afraid of disturbing Sang Yan, Wen Yifan did not wear slippers, opened the door, and walked lightly to the living room. Just as he was about to go to the coffee table and sit down, there was a sound of the door opening behind him.
Wen Yifan stopped.
She looked back.
Sang Yan also left the room. He was wearing casual short-sleeved shorts and looked slightly sleepy. It's like getting up to go to the toilet. Out of the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of her existence, he tilted his head and said casually, "Sleepwalking again?"
"… "
"What's the trigger for your sleepwalking?" Maybe just waking up, Sang Yan's voice was low and hoarse, "Can you sleepwalk even after drinking too much?"
Wen Yifan said nothing.
Seeing him at this moment, the picture of the dream just now surged up again.
Wen Yifan's mind was completely occupied by the back figure who was getting further and further away from the crowd.
The extremely quiet space, the low and dark vision seems to be bewitching.
An impulse surged in her heart.
Reminiscent of what Sang Yan said earlier.
- "You suddenly ran out and hugged me."
He didn't know anyway.
He thought she was sleepwalking.
He didn't know she was awake.
Wen Yifan walked slowly in his direction.
Sang Yan yawned lazily, made room for her, and said, "Won't you take advantage of me this time?"
Just this time.
She only had this impulse once.
It's like going back to the summer after the college entrance examination.
When she was young, she stared at the young man's retreating back, restraining her urge to go forward and hug him. She forcibly retracted her gaze, slowly backed away, and chose to withdraw from his world.
At this moment.
At this moment, it was like turning back time.
She wanted to make a move that she wanted to make at that time.
Wen Yifan's heart was completely occupied by the desire and the remaining drunkenness at that time, and there was no reason left. She stopped beside him, her heart beating so fast at this moment that she almost rushed out of her body.
The distance between Sang Yan and her is only one step away.
The smell on a man's body is no different from when he was a teenager.
An extremely light sandalwood fragrance diffuses through the air.
Because it was the first time to do such a thing, Wen Yifan held his breath and paused for a while.
Sang Yan continued: "Hurry back..."
Don't wait for him to finish.
Wen Yifan lowered his eyes, leaned forward, raised his arms and hugged him.