From the unreal feeling of Sang Yan's sudden appearance in the noodle shop, at this moment, because of his words rising again, almost all of Wen Yifan's thoughts were flooded, making her unable to move her head.
Wen Yifan stared blankly at the person in front of him, and his anxiety that had been in the night was replaced by another emotion. Her nose was sore, her lips moved, but she was speechless.
Like a surprise never expected, a desire never dared to imagine, suddenly came without warning. She couldn't believe it, so she didn't even have the courage to reach out to pick it up.
I am afraid that as soon as I reach out my hand, everything in front of me will disappear.
For a moment, Wen Yifan thought of the accidental encounter with Sang Yan at the "Overtime" bar at the end of last year. When he showed the attitude of looking at strangers and had a bad attitude towards her, she also tried her best to ignore it.
Because she thought it was understandable, and she thought it was all right.
Everything is her behavior, the "fruit" she should bear.
Wen Yifan was the one who brought harm to Sang Yan.
Therefore, in such precious memories of him, it is not worth letting a person like her occupy a place. To him, she is just an insignificant person, and all the traces left behind can be covered by another person in the path.
She thought that she was just such an existence.
But at this moment, Wen Yifan really realized it.
It doesn't seem that way.
Maybe he also met a lot of different people.
Perhaps in the process, his feelings for her have already faded.
But he never forgot her.
Everything has changed over the years.
I still just love you.
Wen Yifan stared at him without blinking.
Suddenly, I hope that people's memory can be divided into frame-by-frame scenes with equipment like a movie. If so, she can keep this scene forever.
Never forget, and never want to forget.
Seeing that she had been silent, Sang Yan pursed her lower lip slightly, and seemed to be a little helpless.
"Hey, talk."
His thoughts were interrupted by his words, and Wen Yifan came back to his senses. She sniffed lightly, feeling that she should respond with something romantic. But now that she took the surprise, she just wanted to treat everything with caution: "If you think it's hypocritical to say this—"
Sang Yan looked down at her.
Wen Yifan finished speaking seriously: "Then I'll talk about it later."
Hearing this, Sang Yan's expression froze.
Like a child who got an extremely precious toy, Wen Yifan's ears gradually became hot, and he didn't know how to react. Every word was extremely cautious: "But it's a little difficult for me now."
Sang Yan stared at her, the corners of her lips gradually curved slightly.
As soon as these words fell, they fell silent again.
Wen Yifan pondered for a while, but he didn't seem to have responded to his confession. She glanced at him, and always felt that this was not over, and she had to continue the process: "Then we are now—"
"Um?"
"Both in love."
"… "
Hearing this, Sang Yan seemed to be unable to bear it, and suddenly smiled.
Another muffled laughter.
Wen Yifan didn't know what he was laughing at. He felt that the process was not over yet, so he pulled himself back to the right path: "So, from now on, you are my target?"
Sang Yan is still laughing: "Yes."
Wen Yifan raised his eyes and saw the man in front of him smiling.
The pear vortex on his right lip was sunken, his eyebrows and eyes widened when he smiled, and he looked extremely happy.
The corners of Wen Yifan's mouth curved up inexplicably.
That unreal feeling did not subside at all, but intensified.
But she still felt extremely happy because of it. I just hope that this will only happen, that the illusion of what she wants to happen will continue like this, and there will be no changes.
…
The sudden change of identity made Wen Yifan not know how to get along with him in a short time. She didn't speak any more, just stared at his face that was close at hand, the faint demonic mole on her eyelids was particularly clear.
Wen Yifan gradually lost his mind again.
Because of this sense of unease, I also thought of whether some monster disguised as him this rainy night came to confuse people.
next second.
Sang Yan stopped laughing a little, and then spoke again, in a condescending tone: "Happy to be like this?"
Wen Yifan: "Huh?"
"Oh, yes." Sang Yan looked at the curvature of the corners of her lips and said leisurely, "It is indeed worth the joy of ten or eight years to get a man as outstanding as me."
"… "
Sang Yan said mercifully: "Okay, you can continue."
Wen Yifan licked his lower lip and silently took back the thought just now.
There shouldn't be any way for a monster to be so shameless.
The temperature in Beiyu is slightly lower than that in Nanwu, and it has been raining for a while, and the wind is a bit biting at the moment. At this time, it was only early eight o'clock, and many shops on the street were closed, and only a few food stalls remained open.
The two continued to walk forward.
Wen Yifan took the initiative to ask, "Have you booked a hotel yet?"
Sang Yan: "No."
Wen Yifan looked at him subconsciously, and immediately noticed the rain on his shoulders. His jacket was waterproof and didn't penetrate, and it slid down the clothes at this time. She raised her hand subconsciously, patted him, and asked, "Have you had dinner yet?"
"No." Saying that, Sang Yan grabbed her wrist to stop her behavior, "What to touch, not cold?"
Wen Yifan reminded: "Move your umbrella over, you see your clothes are wet."
"Wen Shuangjiang," Sang Yan's fingertips were warm, she moved up slightly, lightly covered her rain-stained hands, and quickly released, "When enjoying the service of others, don't give so many opinions, understand? "
"… "
Wen Yifan stared at the hand he was still holding in midair, and after a few seconds, he slowly retracted it. Although it was only for a moment, it seemed that the place where he was holding it started to get hot.
Disperse the coldness contaminated by the rain.
She shook the palm of her hand, and for some reason, she put her hand back in her pocket.
The two of them didn't talk much along the way, and remained silent most of the time. But in the silence, there is always a vague ambiguity entangled, wrapping the two of them.
When passing a fruit stand, Wen Yifan suddenly stopped.
Sang Yan looked at her: "What?"
Wen Yifan: "Buy something."
Sang Yan didn't ask her what she wanted to buy, but said lazily, "Well, go get it."
Wen Yifan walked in and only took two apples. Then, when she got to the cashier, just as she wanted to pay, Sang Yan took out her mobile phone and scanned the QR code to pay.
The boss put the apples in the bag and handed them to them.
Sang Yan took it and asked casually, "Want to eat apples?"
Wen Yifan pointed at Apple, then at him, and said concisely: "I said I will give you the real thing."
"..." Sang Yan snorted.
After leaving the fruit stand, Wen Yifan bought another dinner for Sang Yan nearby.
Before they knew it, the two walked to the hotel where Wen Yifan was staying. She walked towards the front desk and made a suggestion: "Then you will stay in this hotel tonight, and go back to Nanwu with our car tomorrow?"
Sang Yan: "Okay."
Wen Yifan asked the front desk and used Sang Yan's ID card to book a room on the same floor as her. During this period, she took a look at the photo on his ID card, looking a little more immature than now, with slightly raised eyebrows, and the arrogance in her bones was undisguised.
When looking at the ID card, it seems that it was taken when he was in college.
She couldn't help but take a few more glances.
Sang Yan glanced at her: "What are you doing?"
Wen Yifan was about to explain.
As soon as he looked up, he bumped into his face that became more arrogant as time passed.
She swallowed the words immediately: "It's nothing."
After completing the formalities at the front desk, Sang Yan took the room card and ID card. Then, the two walked towards the elevator. He put the room card in his pocket, but naturally gave her the ID card.
Wen Yifan took the opportunity, but didn't know what he was going to do: "What's the matter?"
Sang Yan said slowly: "If you want to see it, watch it."
"… "
Unexpectedly, Sang Yan would make such a move, and Wen Yifan was taken aback. She lowered her head to look at Sang Yan in her identity, and after a few seconds, she raised her head and looked at Sang Yan who was standing next to her with her pockets in and waiting for the elevator.
He didn't look in her direction, just stared at the numbers on the elevator.
Wen Yifan retracted his eyes and curled his lower lip.
The two went up to the third floor.
Wen Yifan paid attention to the sign on the wall and pointed in the direction: "Your room seems to be over there."
Sang Yan said of course: "Take me to find it."
"Okay." Taking him to the door of the room, Wen Yifan didn't know if he was fit to go in, so he hesitated and said, "Then I'll go back to the room first?"
Sang Yan turned her head sideways: "Do you still have a job?"
Wen Yifan: "No."
Sang Yan: "Do you have anything else?"
Wen Yifan: "No."
"Then why are you going back?" Sang Yan felt absurd, and took out the key card from her pocket and handed it to her, "Go in by yourself."
"… "
Wen Yifan took it, let go, and opened the door. She went in and sat on the chair by the bed. Feeling that he was a little unhappy, she explained in a low voice, "Because we have just confirmed our relationship, I'm afraid that if I go directly into your private space, it will make you feel unhappy."
Sang Yan put the things in her hands on the table: "You sound like a decent gentleman."
"… "
"Who would have thought," Sang Yan turned back, her tone idle and rambunctious, "you've already touched my whole body."
"..." Wen Yifan wanted to defend himself, but felt that what he said was indeed the truth. She didn't respond to this, just reminded, "You have dinner first, it's too late."
Hearing this, Sang Yan asked, "Have you eaten?"
Wen Yifan nodded: "Noodles to eat."
While speaking, Sang Yan had already walked back to her. He watched her for a while, and suddenly frowned: "What kind of work are you doing?"
Wen Yifan: "Huh?"
"Can you be more reasonable?" Sang Yan's tone was a little unhappy, "The meat I raised for you for so long, you lost it for me on a business trip for half a month?"
Wen Yifan was a little dazed and was about to speak.
The next second, Sang Yan's eyes stopped, as if he noticed something. He sat directly next to her, raised his hand and pulled up the hair by her ear. His demeanor was light and condescending, not touching her skin.
But this distance still made Wen Yifan froze: "What's wrong?"
Sang Yan found the wound behind her ear, and the curvature of the corners of her lips gradually narrowed.
"what happened?"
Wen Yifan didn't react too much, and asked slowly, "Huh?"
Sang Yan lowered her eyelashes and rubbed the wound lightly with her fingertips uncontrollably: "How did you do it."
Hearing this, Wen Yifan suddenly remembered the small injury he suffered while at the scene. It has been several days since the injury, and now the scabs have scabbed over, and there is no pain, she almost forgot about it.
"It was scratched by a gravel," Wen Yifan was a little nervous because of his touch, "It's not serious."
Sang Yan didn't touch her again, but still looked behind her ears.
"It's just a scratch, nothing else." Wen Yifan simply pulled the subject off to himself, "By the way, why did you come to Beiyu? Didn't I tell you, I'll be back tomorrow? I even ordered a cake for you."
Sang Yan put down his hands and said casually, "I'm here to receive gifts."
Wen Yifan said, "But the gift I prepared for you is still at home."
a long time.
Sang Yan dragged the end of the "Oh" sound.
Wen Yifan added: "I'll give it to you when I go back."
"Well." Sang Yan stared at her lips, and suddenly said, "Help me take down the phone."
Wen Yifan looked over, but didn't see his cell phone on the table. She turned her head and wanted to tell him that the phone was not there, but before she could say anything, she saw Sang Yan, who was a little distance from her, leaning forward.
Almost in her original position.
She couldn't brake late, and her lips brushed against the corner of his.
Wen Yifan's body froze.
Sang Yan also kept her original posture and stayed where she was. Staring at her somewhat caught off guard, his expression was unclear. Two seconds later, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, and he said in a low voice, "Thanks."
"… "
"I got it now."