The force he rubbed his head was not gentle, like rubbing a rag, and it seemed that there was still warmth left at this moment. With the sound of the door closing, Wen Yifan patted his head after realizing it.
Wen Yifan stood there for a while, and after a while, he looked in the direction of the coffee table.
Wen Yifan was surprised by this cake.
She didn't even think there was a gift.
The lights in the living room have not been turned off, and the bright white lights are a little dazzling. The coffee table was kept clean, only the kettle and a few water cups were placed, and there were also newspapers and a few magazines beside it.
From this angle, you can't see what's placed under the coffee table.
Wen Yifan walked back, squatted by the coffee table and looked in.
There are a lot of things in it, and they are not neatly arranged and mixed up. Among the piles of milk powder and fruit cereals, the powder blue bag was placed on the outermost side, which was particularly abrupt.
The gift bag is not solid color, decorated with little white flowers, loose and not too dense.
After staring at it for two seconds, Wen Yifan reached out and took it out.
Wen Yifan looked inside along the mouth of the bag, and there was a dark black box inside. She stood up, inexplicably feeling that the thing in her hand was like a hot potato, as if she had taken something she shouldn't have.
She didn't open it immediately, first went to the entrance to turn off the light, and then returned to the room.
Wen Yifan put the bag on the bed and took out the box inside.
The texture is slightly thick, about a circle larger than the hand. Before opening it, she could smell the faint aroma, extremely special, with a few hints of sweetness mixed in the coldness.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Wen Yifan opened it carefully.
It's a bottle of perfume.
Transparent and pinkish square bottle with a dark bow tied around the mouth of the bottle.
Two English words are engraved on it in black letters.
—first frost.
Frostfall.
her nickname.
Wen Yifan's heart skipped a beat.
I don't know if it's a coincidence or something else, but Wen Yifan inevitably thought of Sang Yan calling her "Wen Shuangjiang" before. She licked her lips, took out her phone from her pocket, and checked the brand online.
This brand of perfume is very small and not particularly famous.
Wen Yifan didn't know much about this aspect, so he flipped through it and didn't read any further. Her eyes moved to the perfume bottle again, and the handwriting on it was clear and clear, like the marks carved by a knife.
Wen Yifan lightly rubbed his fingertips on it a few times, so he remembered the past.
It's like when I was in high school.
During a chat with a classmate, Wen Yifan casually mentioned that because he was born in Shuangjiang, his nickname is also called Shuangjiang. All the classmates present at the time just listened to it and didn't take it seriously.
She didn't care too much about it.
It seems that only Sang Yan heard about this.
I don't remember when it started. When the two got along in private, Sang Yan stopped calling her "School Girl" or her original name, and changed her name to "Wen Shuangjiang".
This was the first time someone called her by her nickname, even her surname.
Wen Yifan wasn't used to it at first, but Sang Yan was free to shout whatever he wanted, and she didn't care too much about it. After listening to him shout for a long time, I got used to it, and occasionally I think it sounds good to shout like this.
After the reunion, Wen Yifan never heard Sang Yan call her so.
I thought he had long forgotten her nickname.
Pushing the lid back, Wen Yifan hugged the box, fell backwards, and lay on the bed. She stared at the bright white ceiling, and after a while, she freed her hand to touch her head again.
The man's behavior was rough and intimate.
Wen Yifan remembered the eyes that Sang Yan looked at her just now.
at this moment.
A very strong thought popped up in Wen Yifan's mind.
She suddenly wanted to fall in love.
with Sanyan.
She wanted to fall in love with Sang Yan.
Wen Yifan turned over and wanted to calm down, but he was completely unable to throw this thought away.
Her birthday wish this year was actually not too big.
Wen Yifan felt that many things should not belong to her, so he didn't want to ask for it so forcefully. She only hoped that she would have enough courage, that she would be able to risk herself once, and that she would be able to run towards that person without thinking about anything.
If that person is Sang Yeon.
Wen Yifan felt that he could work hard and become the enthusiastic party as much as possible.
If so.
get the result you want.
That's certainly good.
But if not.
Then she walks back.
Seems like it doesn't matter.
Just like what Zhong Siqiao said.
She wants to chase him.
She wanted to try it.
Wen Yifan sat up and picked up the phone.
Through the black screen, I noticed the corners of my lips that I didn't know when to bend. Wen Yifan was stunned for a while, then he restrained himself a bit, opened the WeChat list, and found the chat window with Sang Yan.
Think for a long time.
Wen Yifan didn't know what to say, so he just typed: [Thank you for the gift ^_^]
But I thought the expression in the back was a bit silly.
Wen Yifan raised his hand to delete it.
At the end only the word "Thank you" was left.
It came back quickly.
Sang Yan: [?]
Sang Yan: [What time is it.]
Sang Yan: [Sleep.]
Wen Yifan: [Okay.]
After thinking about it, she replied again: [I will return the gift when you are on your birthday.]
It's in January next year.
If he agrees, this is equivalent to Wen Yifan's relationship with him, even if Sang Yan has to move out halfway. After that, she also had a reason to talk to him.
Sang Yan: [Oh.]
He just said that one word this time.
Instant cold.
Wen Yifan didn't know what to say, his fingertips moved on the screen, but he finally gave up. She put her phone aside and was about to get up to take a shower.
At this time, the phone rang again.
She picked it up and took a look.
Sang Yan sent another voice.
His tone was lazily, his voice was slightly hoarse, and there was a hint of tiredness in his words.
"There are 69 days left."
Wen Yifan had listened to it several times, and he quite liked the way he spoke to himself. After struggling for a moment, she tentatively said: [If you can, can you count down for me every day?]
Sang Yan: [?]
Wen Yifan gave a reason: [I'm afraid I forgot.]
Three more voices.
Sang Yan seemed to be happy: "How come you have such a thick skin."
Sang Yan: "Can you be a little sincere?"
Sang Yan: "You should keep this matter on your mind at all times, instead of asking me to remind you once a day, understand."
"… "
Because of his words, Wen Yifan immediately realized that her request was a bit outrageous, and changed his mind: [Sorry.]
Wen Yifan: [I will remember it.]
Putting down the phone, she thought to herself for a while.
Although Wen Yifan had already confirmed the idea of chasing after Sang Yan, she had never done such a thing. Therefore, she has no idea what to do and where to start.
Wen Yifan felt that it would not be of much use if he just used words to try and reveal his meaning step by step. After all, Sang Yan said a lot.
Maybe it will only make him feel that he is fed up with his words and can't help but respond in a similar way.
Then if you approach it directly with behavior...
Wen Yifan was also afraid that Sang Yan would think she was sexually harassing her.
Although she had previously learned through Sang Yan's words, she had also committed a lot of behaviors similar to sexual harassment when she was sleepwalking. But doing this kind of thing when he was awake, Wen Yifan didn't think that Sang Yan could let her go so easily.
Then look at Sang Yan's attitude towards Cui Jingyu in high school.
He doesn't seem to like the warm and outgoing type.
After thinking about it for a long time, Wen Yifan still couldn't come up with a reason.
…
At eight o'clock the next morning, Wen Yifan woke up naturally.
As usual, she habitually got up to wash and change clothes. Just as she was about to leave the room, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the mirror in front of the dresser. Wen Yifan's eyes were fixed, staring at himself in the mirror.
The woman's skin is fair and clear, her eyes are curled inward and outward, and her lips are as red as rouge. The plain face is facing the sky, and no makeup is applied. With her hair in a ponytail, she wore a simple sports jacket and slim trousers.
The appearance looks casual, but it looks coquettish and sharp.
Wen Yifan sat silently in front of the dressing table and simply put on makeup. Seeing the perfume that was put aside last night, she picked it up, hesitated, and sprayed it behind her ear and wrist.
After the smell evaporated, Wen Yifan went out to the living room.
Today is the weekend, Sang Yan doesn't have to go to work. But now he was up, dressed in simple casual clothes, and was cooking breakfast in the kitchen. Still in a state of being trapped to the point of being undisturbed by strangers.
Aware of Wen Yifan's movement, he glanced lightly.
Stop soon.
Sang Yan's eyes were unconcealed, and she looked at her blatantly. He put his hand on the counter, tapped it twice, and asked casually, "What are you doing today?"
Wen Yifan glanced at the pot and answered honestly, "Go to work."
Sang Yan raised her eyebrows and stared at her for a while. It didn't take long for him to understand something, and the corner of his lips curled slightly. He retracted his gaze, and said "oh" very deliberately and tactfully.
Wen Yifan's expression was calm, and he didn't show any discomfort. It also seemed reasonable.
Sang Yan turned off the fire: "Take a bowl."
"Oh." Wen Yifan opened the cupboard beside him and said by the way, "Then I'll cook tomorrow's breakfast?"
"Can you get up?"
"Get up... let's go." Wen Yifan wasn't quite sure, so he said, "You have a pretty healthy schedule. Of the people I know, you are the only one who eats breakfast every day, and you don't miss a day."
Sang Yan turned her head sideways, and her tone was idle and pointed: "Why do you say I am healthy?"
He felt that his question seemed to be repeating what she said just now, but Wen Yifan still patiently replied, "Because you eat breakfast every day."
"… "
Sang Yan simply cooked porridge and eggs.
It was still a little hot just after cooking, and Wen Yifan ate it slowly. Sang Yan ate faster than her, and after eating, she got up and went back to her room to change her clothes. After he came out, she looked up.
It was pitch black again.
He looked cold and unsympathetic, like a killer who was going out on a mission.
After swallowing the last mouthful of porridge, Wen Yifan asked, "Are you going out?"
"Well." Sang Yan said, "Meet a friend."
Wen Yifan didn't ask any further, noticed that it was almost time, and got up too. She followed behind Sang Yan and walked to the entrance. While he was putting on his shoes, she took the peaked cap from the coat rack and fastened it to her head.
The moment you put it on.
She sensed something was wrong.
It doesn't appear to be her hat.
A lot looser.
At the same time, Wen Yifan met Sang Yan's face.
He first stared at the hat on her head, and after a few seconds of freezing, he slid down and looked at her.
It seems to have the meaning of condemnation.
Wen Yifan suddenly understood something. She looked in the direction of the coat rack again, and sure enough, she found a black hat on it. She was silent for a while, then reached out and took off her hat.
With the idea of returning things to their original owners, Wen Yifan raised his head and put the hat back on his head hesitantly.
Following her move, Sang Yan's body bent down.
The distance was shortened in an instant.
Everything around was blurred. His eyes were pure black, invisible and extremely attractive. Wen Yifan's eyes did not blink, and he could clearly feel his warm breath.
Ambiguity is mixed into the air, fermented uncontrollably, and it spreads outward in strands.
Maybe bewitched.
At a certain moment, Wen Yifan looked away, raised his hand fascinatedly, and smoothed the broken hair in front of his forehead for him. When it collided with his eyes again, the movement stopped, and then he slowly retracted his hand.
Wen Yifan took a step back and said calmly, "Your hair is messy, I'll help you sort it out."
Sang Yan's Adam's apple slipped lightly.
Didn't wait for him to speak.
Wen Yifan lowered his eyes and put on his shoes, and then he said, "You're welcome."
Another moment of silence.
"Oh." Sang Yan smiled suddenly, "So this is what I have to thank you for."
"… "
Wen Yifan pretended he didn't hear him, took the key next to him, and said calmly, "Then I'll go to work."
But before she could go out, Sang Yan suddenly stood up and stood in front of her. He glanced sideways, picked up the remaining hat on the coat rack sloppily, and buttoned it on her head like a courtesy.
The action is neat and crisp.
Wen Yifan raised his head.
Sang Yan stared at her face, and slowly pulled the untied strands of hair on the side of her face behind her ears. It was only a matter of seconds, but it seemed to stretch to a few minutes. After finishing the matter, he lowered his eyelashes, his tone dragged and condescending: "Why don't you speak?"
"… "
"Don't know what to say yet?"
Wen Yifan came back to his senses: "...Thank you."-
The two went out together.
Sang Yan took her to Nanwu TV station by the way.
After getting out of the car, Wen Yifan sorted out his mood and went back to the office. As soon as she sat down, she saw a bottle of strawberry milk on the table, next to a small cake.
Wen Yifan turned to look at Su Tian: "Xiao Tian, whose is this?"
"Who can it be," Su Tian whispered, "that little puppy gave it to you."
"… "
"Are you two in the ambiguous stage now? Or is he one-sided? It's becoming more and more obvious that he has feelings for you." Su Tian said, "Otherwise, you can try, this little puppy is quite obedient. , and it doesn't look bad."
Wen Yifan didn't say anything, got up and walked to Mu Chengyun's seat.
There is no one in the office at the moment.
Mu Chengyun greeted her with a smile: "Sister Yifan, good morning."
"Well, good morning." Wen Yifan put the breakfast back on his table and said gently, "Thank you for your breakfast. But I only come to work after breakfast every day, and I can't eat more now."
Mu Chengyun's lips moved.
Wen Yifan smiled: "You can eat it, you don't have to buy it again. Thank you."
"… "
After speaking, Wen Yifan returned to his seat.
Su Tian came over again and asked curiously, "What did you say, why is this little puppy wilting right away?"
Wen Yifan shook his head: "I didn't say anything."
"But he's really inactive, so he can still chase people like this—eh." As if he had found something, Su Tian took a breath and changed the subject, "Yifan, did you spray perfume today? It smells like this. It smells good."
Wen Yifan touched the back of his ear: "En."
Su Tian stared at her: "There's something wrong with you."
"… "
"Are you in love?"
"No." Wen Yifan denied. After thinking for a while, thinking that Su Tian didn't know Sang Yan, she probably couldn't guess, she simply said honestly, "I'm chasing people."
Su Tian was stunned: "Ah? Are you chasing people?"
Wen Yifan: "Yes."
"...Are you sure you need to chase?" Su Tian said, "Yifan, you must know that men are visual creatures. You just hook your finger, and you don't need to chase, the other party will lick it directly."
Wen Yifan: "No, he looks good."
Su Tian: "How good can it be?"
This is the degenerate street nearby. I was afraid that Su Tian had also heard the title of 'degenerate street card'. Wen Yifan thought about it and decided to say another way: "It's good enough, I can do—"
Su Tian: "Huh?"
"The level of the king of ducks."
"… "-
When Wen Yifan got home, Sang Yan had not come back. It was not yet eight o'clock when she walked into the kitchen and happened to receive a WeChat message from Sang Yan, saying that he would be late tonight.
She replied "OK".
After cooking some instant noodles, Wen Yifan sat down at the dining table, biting the noodles and thinking about what happened today.
Judging by Sang Yan's behavior today.
Wen Yifan felt that he should also have a crush on her, but she didn't know how much. After all, this person was the most unreasonable person she had ever seen.
Even, think again.
Wen Yifan also felt that what happened today could also be explained by Sang Yan's idea that "you take advantage of me, and there is no reason for me to suffer as a goddamn human being".
She wants to be safe.
After all, if it was clearly stated, the other party didn't actually mean it.
The two of them probably won't be able to rent together any longer.
Do not know why.
Wen Yifan also returned, quite fond of the current state.
After eating, Wen Yifan washed the tableware and chopsticks and went back to the room. After doing all the work before going to bed, she lay down on the bed and flipped through various news apps boredly.
After a while, Wen Yifan opened Weibo.
Accidentally clicked on the news list, and when he saw the tree hole blog, Wen Yifan's expression was a little stunned, and he stretched out his hand again. Staring at the content of her last submission, she struggled and started typing in the input box.
[Anonymous typing, how to chase the person you offended?]
After the message was sent successfully, Wen Yifan quit Weibo.
Putting the phone aside, she thought about it again. Wen Yifan turned sideways, curled up into a ball, and drowsiness gradually rose, covering her whole body.
When he was about to fall into a dream, Wen Yifan heard the phone vibrate.
Exceptionally clear in a quiet room.
Wen Yifan opened his eyes in a daze, reached out to pick up the phone, and glanced casually.
It was just a few minutes past midnight.
It was a voice from Sang Yan.
I don't know what he did to message her at this point.
Wen Yifan half-closed his eyes, lay on the pillow, and opened it casually.
Sang Yan seemed to be still outside, and the background sound in the voice was a bit noisy and crackling. His voice was low and a little magnetic, mixed in it, but it was extraordinarily clear.
"There are 68 days left."