His voice was neither light nor heavy.
But like a thunderclap on the ground, Wen Yifan woke up in an instant.
What did she say to Sang Yan when she came here a few days ago.
— "Sorry, we're a serious bar here."
- "That's a pity."
"… "
Wen Yifan pursed his lips slightly, and the overwhelming sense of embarrassment took over her.
Fortunately, there was a lot of noise around, and the bartender didn't hear Sang Yan's words at all. He only wondered, "Brother, what are you doing?" Then, he pointed to the drawer and raised his voice: "Have you seen it placed here? A bracelet?"
Hearing the sound, Sang Yan glanced lightly.
The bartender explained: "This customer spent a few days in our store and left a bracelet. Yu Zhuo picked it up that day, and I..."
Speaking of this, he paused and changed his mind: "You didn't put it away."
Sang Yan sat on the high stool and let out a laziness.
Bartender: "Then where did you get it?"
Sang Yan withdrew his gaze and looked casual: "I haven't seen it."
"..." The bartender choked, as if he was rendered speechless by his capriciousness.
Meanwhile, two young women came to the bar to order drinks.
As if seeing a savior, the bartender threw a sentence to Sang Yan, "Boss, please entertain me, I'll work first", and then immediately turned to greet the two.
Yu Zhuo did not know when he had left this area.
Only the two of them remain.
Although it is in a crowded and noisy place, it is not much different from being alone. After all, the bartender said that. The two stood and sat one by one, and the atmosphere seemed to be disconnected from the surroundings, which was a little weird.
Sang Yan took a clean transparent glass and poured wine into it until it was half full.
The next moment, Sang Yan pushed the cup in front of her.
Wen Yifan looked over unexpectedly.
The man's black hair was scattered in front of his forehead, his eyelashes were like crow feathers, and his face was half-light and half-dark under the light. With a half-tin of beer in his hand, he raised his eyebrows: "How do you want me to entertain?"
This time, Wen Yifan really had the illusion that he really came to prostitute.
She was silent for a moment and didn't touch the wine: "No need, thank you."
- Cold field.
It is estimated that Sang Yan was also embarrassed by the bartender's explanation, and did not deliberately mention the contact information. Thinking that this was his territory, Wen Yifan decided to save face for him, but he didn't mention it.
She pulled back to the original matter: "Is the boss in charge of the lost property here?"
Sang Yan smiled: "Who told you?"
Wen Yifan pointed in the direction of the bartender.
Sang Yan followed, relaxed in his hands, and suddenly knocked the can on the bar.
"He Mingbo."
He Mingbo raised his head subconsciously: "Hey! What's the matter, brother."
Sang Yan said calmly, "When did I become so idle that I even took care of things like lost things?"
"..." He Mingbo obviously didn't respond, and since he was still busy, he just said, "Brother. Wait a minute, I'll finish this glass of wine for the guests first."
Sang Yan's attitude is really not good.
Wen Yifan pursed his lips and put the business card next to the wine glass: "Then I'll leave the contact information here. If you find it, just call this number directly. I'll come and get it. Thank you."
Sang Yan didn't raise her eyes, and hummed in a perfunctory manner.
Wen Yifan didn't know either.
If he treats any guest like this.
How this bar works.
Maybe only to her.
Maybe it was because she was unhappy with her previous words; maybe it was because she was still brooding about the past, pretended not to recognize her, and didn't want to give her any good looks when she saw her.
I went to the police station early this morning, and then went to three places for interviews. When I go back, I have to communicate with the landlord about withdrawing the lease in advance, and then consider the matter of the new residence, and I have to guard against the retaliation of the man next door.
A lot of things await her.
In comparison, Sang Yan's attitude seems to be nothing.
But somehow.
Maybe it was because of the remaining breath of getting up, she felt a little stuffy for some reason.
Wen Yifan added softly: "It's a very important thing, please trouble you."
She is about to leave.
Sang Yan: "Wait a moment."
Wen Yifan stopped.
Sang Yan's throat rolled and shouted again, "He Mingbo, what are you dawdling for?"
He Mingbo: "Huh?"
"People and things have fallen here." Sang Yan looked at him and said word by word, "Don't look for it?"
"… "
Sang Yan has already released these words, and He Mingbo can only rummage again without giving up. This time, it was magically found in the lower cabinet. He breathed a sigh of relief and immediately handed it to her: "Is it this one?"
Wen Yifan took it: "Yes, thank you."
He Mingbo glanced in Sang Yan's direction and touched the back of his head: "No, no. We're sorry for taking so much of your time."
Sang Yan continued drinking without speaking.
Wen Yifan nodded, said goodbye and left.
It was wet and cold outside, and there were few people. All the way to look past deserted and empty.
Wen Yifan was so cold that he didn't want to touch his phone, so he quickly said to Zhong Siqiao on WeChat, "I found the bracelet", and put his hands back in his pockets. She sucked her nose and lost her senses.
My thoughts were gradually filled with memories.
Because of the vile and somewhat familiar Sang Yan just now.
She remembered the scene when they first met.
…
Wen Yifan was late on the first day of high school.
After arriving at the school, she didn't even have time to go back to the dormitory, so she asked her uncle to put her luggage in the dormitory's aunt, and then hurriedly ran to the teaching building of Building A, where the first grade was located, and climbed to the fourth floor.
Go through a corridor and go to the inner area. She saw Sang Yan for the first time when she passed the school water dispenser.
The young man stood tall, wearing a blue and white striped school uniform, with his schoolbag slung loosely. The facial features are handsome and noble, the expression is very light, and it looks a little difficult to approach.
Completely different from her state.
As if he didn't know the bell was ringing, he was there to catch the water, looking leisurely.
Wen Yifan was in a hurry to go back to class, but she only knew that her class was on the fourth floor of this building, not the exact location.
She didn't want to waste time on this, she stopped, and planned to ask for a way: "Classmate."
Sang Yan released the switch, and the sound of water flow was cut off. He slowly screwed on the cap of the bottle and looked sideways.
She took it back with just a glance, and didn't mean to pay any attention to her.
Wen Yifan didn't know him at that time, he just felt that this person was not afraid of being late, and he could swagger here to fetch water during class time, without the slightest caution and fear of a freshman.
It's more like an old fried dough stick that has traveled all over the world for many years.
So she hesitated for a few seconds, then changed her mouth: "…Senior?"
Sang Yan raised her eyebrows and looked over again.
"Excuse me," Wen Yifan said, "do you know where Class 17 is?"
This time Sang Yan didn't look like she was ignoring. He raised his chin and said kindly, "Go ahead and turn right."
Wen Yifan nodded, waiting for his next words.
But Sang Yan didn't speak again.
Wen Yifan didn't hear the closing words like "it's here".
Afraid that he hadn't finished speaking, out of prudence, she bit her head and asked, "Then what?"
"Then?" Sang Yan walked forward with her feet raised, her tone idle and lackluster, "Then look at the class number on the house number, is it possible that the seniors will report to you one by one—"
He dragged his end and bit his words: "Xue, sister."
"… "
Wen Yifan thanked him with a good temper.
Walk in the direction he said, turn right, and you will see the house number of Class 15. Going forward, the most innermost class is Class 17. Wen Yifan quickened his pace and shouted softly at the door, "Report."
The head teacher on the podium looked at her, looked down at the list, and asked, "Sang Yan?"
Wen Yifan shook his head: "Teacher, my name is Wen Yifan."
"Yifan." The head teacher looked at the list again, a little surprised, "You and Sang Yan are the only ones left on the list. I think this name is more like a girl, and I thought it was you."
Before the head teacher let her in, a male voice came from behind Wen Yifan: "Report."
Following the voice, she turned her head subconsciously.
She saw the "senior" who just showed her the way standing behind her. There was only two steps between the two, and after getting closer, she realized that he was very tall.
He had to look up from this distance to see his face.
The breath was cold, adding a bit of oppression. With a faint sandalwood fragrance.
His mood was light, and he said insincerely: "I'm sorry teacher, I'm late."
"You two come first, the seats are there." The head teacher pointed to the only two seats left in the classroom and asked, "Why are you late on the first day? You two came together?"
The direction pointed by the head teacher is in the last row of the group furthest away.
The two positions are connected side by side.
Wen Yifan replied honestly: "It didn't come together. My family had other things in the morning, so it was a little late when they sent me here. In addition, I didn't know the way very well, so I came late."
"Is that so." The head teacher nodded and looked at Sang Yan, "How about you?"
"My dad doesn't know I'm a freshman in high school," Sang Yan went straight to the outer side, put the schoolbag on the table, and said lazily, "Send me to the junior high school."
"… "
Silent.
In an instant, it was covered by a large amount of laughter. The quiet classroom became lively.
The corners of Wen Yifan's lips also curled up quietly.
"Then when your dad brings you over, remind him to order." The head teacher followed along, "Okay, you two can sit down."
Sang Yan nodded in response. Pulling out the chair, he was about to sit down when he suddenly noticed Wen Yifan who was standing not far away.
His movements stopped: "Are you going to sit outside and inside?"
The two looked at each other.
Wen Yifan quickly restrained his smile and said hesitantly, "Let's go inside."
There is not much space in the classroom.
The desks were divided into four groups of seven rows and two columns. There wasn't much space left in the last row, the chairs squeezed against the wall, and if you went in, you had to make room for the people on the outside to come out.
Sang Yan didn't speak, took a step out and made way for her.
The head teacher on the podium began to speak again: "Let me introduce myself again. I will be your head teacher for the next year and the chemistry teacher of your class." As she spoke, she tapped the blackboard: "This is my name."
The words "Zhang Wenhong" were neatly written on the blackboard, along with a string of phone numbers.
Wen Yifan took out a pen and paper from his schoolbag and carefully wrote it down.
After a while, the boy at the front desk suddenly leaned back, his elbows resting on Sang Yan's desk. He seemed to know Sang Yan, turned his head indistinctly, and said with a hilarious smile, "Miss Sang, your name is indeed quite a girl."
"… "
Wen Yifan was stunned.
I suddenly remembered what Zhang Wenhong said when he first entered the classroom.
- "You and Sang Yan are the only ones left on the list. I think this name is more like a girl."
Hearing this, Wen Yifan's attention fell on Sang Yan.
He was born tall, sitting in this narrow position, his long legs couldn't fit into the desk, and his hands and feet were tied. One of them simply sticks on the outside. Eyelids drooping, always giving people a feeling of being unable to wake up and a little impatient.
He stared blankly at the boy.
"That's not what I said, what the teacher said just now. But when she said that, and when I think about your name, it can really fascinate me." The boy suppressed a smile, "If you were a woman , I will definitely soak you."
Sang Yan glanced at him up and down, and then said slowly, "Su Hao'an, don't you have any idea in your heart?"
Su Haoan: "What?"
"I'm a girl, so I like toads?"
"..." Su Haoan's face turned black in an instant, and he was silent for three seconds, "Hurry up and get out."
Wen Yifan was distracted and wanted to laugh a little while listening to their conversation.
This tone also reminded her of Sang Yan's self-proclaimed senior calling her junior sister just now. She paused and muttered "shameless" in her heart.
At this time, Zhang Wenhong was called out by another teacher.
Without the people in the town, the chatter in the classroom gradually increased.
"Also, what's my name?" Sang Yan continued to talk before he finished, "It was my father who flipped through the Chinese dictionary for seven days and seven nights, held a hundred and eighty family meetings, and then chose again and again—"
Wen Yifan held his cheeks, his thoughts gradually emptied, and he listened to his words word by word.
Hearing him stop for a few seconds, he finished speaking locally: "The most manly word I just chose."
The extremely noisy background sound brought a sense of security, Wen Yifan stared at the words on the notebook, sighed slightly, and commented in a low voice: "It turns out that there is no man of mine."
"… "
Su Haoan sarcastically "ha": "Then why don't you just call me Mrs. Sang?"
Wen Yifan was inexplicably poked at the point of laughter, lowered his head and laughed silently. After a long while, she suddenly realized that Sang Yan, who was beside her, had not responded to Su Hao'an's words.
Silent.
It was as quiet as if it didn't exist at the moment.
She looked at Sang Yan subconsciously.
Only then did I realize that Sang Yan's eyes had already moved to her. The dark and slightly cold eyebrows, the stars of the sun falling on the corners of his eyes, did not dye a bit soft.
Straightforward without restraint, with a hint of scrutiny.
Wen Yifan groaned in his heart.
what's the situation
"… "
Don't hear what she just said...
No way
Not so much, right
Before she could come to a conclusion.
Sang Yan tapped the edge of the table with her fingertips and said leisurely, "Ah, yes. I haven't had time to ask."
Wen Yifan took a breath and squeezed the pen in his hand.
"New roommate?" Sang Yan tilted her head and said arrogantly, "What's your name?"