Wen Yifan still vaguely remembered.
At that time, after he reported his name casually, Sang Yan just said "ah" in a dragged tone, and didn't say anything after that.
Now that she thinks about it, she can somehow make up his mind at that time, probably first - "I want to hear how manly your name is", then - "Wen Yifan?", and finally - "Oh, Not so much.”
That arrogant and indomitable appearance is almost the same as now.
But maybe it was because of his age that he was not as happy as he was when he was a teenager; or maybe it was just because they had not seen each other for many years, and the two became unfamiliar. Compared with before, the indifference in him covers almost all emotions.
Right at the subway station.
Wen Yifan took out his mobile phone while flipping through the subway card in his bag. Seeing Zhong Siqiao's WeChat, she replied casually. Then, she suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a person named Sang Yan in her WeChat.
After the number of people using WeChat increased in the past two years, Wen Yifan also registered an account. At that time, she directly chose to import the address book, and there was Sang Yan's number in her mobile phone, so she also sent him a friend request.
There was probably a no-brainer there.
Since adding to now, the two have not said a word.
However, Wen Yifan felt that when he passed, he should not have known that this person was her.
Because she had already changed to Yihe's number at that time.
Thinking of this, Wen Yifan opened the address book, scrolled to the "S" column, and found Sang Yan. He clicked on Sang Yan's avatar, glanced at his empty circle of friends, and quickly quit.
Not a single circle of friends.
It is estimated that she was blocked, or she was deleted earlier
Or that the person she added was not Sang Yan at all.
People may have already changed their phone numbers.
Wen Yifan hesitated for a few seconds at the delete button, but chose to quit.
After all, I'm not sure, and she doesn't have the habit of deleting people.
Let him lie here silently, as if nothing will get in the way.
back home.
Wen Yifan first called the landlord to discuss the cancellation of the lease.
The landlord is very good, because I heard her talk about this situation many times, and also sympathized with her as a girl living outside, and quickly agreed. Said that if she wants to move now, the deposit and the rent paid in advance can be refunded to her.
Wen Yifan thanked him gratefully.
After solving this problem, she turned on the computer and began to browse the rental website.
I looked around and couldn't find anything suitable.
Because Nanwu houses are really hard to find.
In a first-tier city, one room and one living room are fully furnished, close to Shangan, and the security is good. According to what Wen Yifan has seen so far, the cheapest rent is three or four thousand a month.
This is indeed difficult for her current financial situation.
Wen Yifan had a headache.
I simply said to Zhong Siqiao: [Qiaoqiao, I plan to move.]
Wen Yifan: [When you are free, ask your friend if there is any suitable rental room for me.]
Soon, Zhong Siqiao called.
Wen Yifan picked it up.
Zhong Siqiao felt strange and went straight to the point: "What's going on? Why do you want to move all of a sudden? Didn't you pay three months' rent at the time?"
"Neighbor harassment." Wen Yifan succinctly and calmly recounted what happened today, "I called the police early this morning and went to the police station with him. Now he's been detained for five days, I'm afraid he will retaliate later, or earlier It's better to move."
"..." Zhong Siqiao was stunned, and took a long time to react, "Are you all right? Why didn't you tell me about this."
"It's nothing. He didn't do anything too aggressive before, so he knocked on the door. It was three or four o'clock when he went to the police station, and the police were there. It was very safe. There's no need for you to run away." Wen Yi Fan said, "How far have you come? It's still midnight."
"I'm sorry." Zhong Siqiao felt guilty, "I thought this house was pretty good, cheap and close to your unit..."
"Why do you apologize, if you didn't help me find a place to live, I might have to sleep on the street." Wen Yifan laughed, "And I also think this house is very good, if I don't have this neighbor, I plan to rent it for a long time. "
"Hey, what are you going to do? Do you want to come to my house first during this time?"
"No, didn't your sister-in-law just give birth to a second child?" Wen Yifan said, "I'm going here, I'm afraid it will make them uncomfortable, and I'm afraid it will cause them trouble. It's okay, I'll move when I find a house. "
Zhong Siqiao has many family members. Except for a married brother and a sister who is in high school, they all still live with their parents. After get off work, she usually helps to take care of her sister and nephew.
Knowing the situation of his own home, Zhong Siqiao didn't mention it again, and sighed again.
"Then why don't you go to your mother's place?"
"I didn't tell her that I went back to Nanwu."
"Ah? Why?"
"I'm too busy, let's talk about it in a while." Wen Yifan cut off the topic, half-jokingly, "I think I regret my impulse at this moment. I saw my neighbor's legs today are as thick as buckets. It takes half an hour to cut with a knife.”
"..." Zhong Siqiao couldn't help but complain, "What you said is too scary."
"So I'm not afraid?" Wen Yifan said slowly, "If he holds grudges and wants to take revenge on me later, there may be such a possibility—"
"what?"
"I wouldn't be able to beat him with a chainsaw."
"… "
hang up the phone.
Wen Yifan opened another rental website and scanned it again. After looking for a long time, she couldn't find anything suitable, so she simply turned off the computer and got up to take a shower.
There is no rush to move. It doesn't make any sense if you go to the doctor in a panic and find a new place to live, but it's not as good as this one. On the contrary, it wastes energy and material resources.
Wen Yifan thought that if he hadn't found a new place in five days, he would wait until the time to find a solution.
The next day is the last day of 13 years.
The Nanwu Municipal Government and Nanwu Radio and Television held a New Year's Eve fireworks show, which was divided into two viewing areas, namely Huaizhuwan Resort and Dongjiu Square. Tickets are free, but you need to book a lottery in advance through the online platform.
Only citizens who have made an appointment and won the lottery can participate.
When Zhong Siqiao made an appointment earlier, he chose the Huaizhu Bay viewing area, and after winning the lottery, he also invited her to go there.
Wen Yifan did not waste her quota.
The stage was approved two weeks before the event, and Wen Yifan had to work overtime as usual to do live broadcasts. But unlike where Zhong Siqiao went, she went to Dongjiu Square.
Wen Yifan and Taili applied for an interview car.
The group went over to make preparations in advance, and the driver was the teacher Qian Weihua who brought her. In addition to the two of them, Fu Zhuang also followed, and an old reporter Zhen Yu acted as a reporter.
By that time, it will be a long time before the firework show starts.
The plaza has three entrances and exits, ABC, and is divided into three viewing areas that do not communicate with each other. There were already a lot of people at the scene. At this time, the admission tickets and ID cards were checked at the door, and they entered the venue one after another.
They were just one of the groups assigned by the stage and were assigned to Area A.
In addition to them, many other TV stations and newspaper reporters came.
After finding a suitable shooting spot, Qian Weihua began to debug the equipment. This is a relatively large-scale event. There are many people at the scene and there are no fixed seats. There are all kinds of occupations and all ages.
Maybe it was because of the novelty of seeing the camera, and a circle of people gradually gathered around, talking to this side in a rustling manner.
The square is shrouded in sea water and night, and the tall buildings in the distance are lined up in rows, shooting out colorful bands of light. The sea breeze was dyed with low temperature, wet and damp, and it slammed into the face fiercely, burrowing into the bones along the gap.
Wen Yifan hadn't fully adapted to the wet and cold weather in Nanwu, and since he just had his period today, he was starting to feel uncomfortable again.
She pulled the mask out of her bag and put it on.
Stand for a while.
Wen Yifan glanced at the time and planned to go to the bathroom in his spare time. Qian Weihua and Zhen Yu were still communicating with the studio, and she didn't bother them, she told Fu Zhuang directly.
After walking a hundred meters along the road sign, I finally saw the public toilet. There is also a dilapidated small pavilion next door, which is full of local people sitting, resting or waiting.
The toilet space is not large, and the female team has already been discharged five meters outside the door.
But there was no one at the door of the men's toilet.
Contrasted on both sides.
Wen Yifan resigned himself to the line.
She took out her mobile phone and swiped Weibo for a while bored. After a while, she heard a shallow conversation not far away. One of the voices was still somewhat familiar.
Wen Yifan followed.
In the small open space outside the pavilion, the lights are white and bright, a little dazzling.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, and while her vision was clear, she saw Sang Yan who had just seen yesterday in that area again.
There is also a sense of hallucination.
From this angle, only his profile can be seen.
The man's expression was indifferent, leaning against the pavilion, wearing an army green windshield coat, with broad shoulders and long legs. He wiped his hands with a tissue and looked like he had just come out of the toilet.
Bending slightly, he spoke to the middle-aged woman sitting on the bench next to him.
The woman looked up at him: "Okay?"
Sang Yan: "Yeah."
The woman stood up: "then just wait here, she's still lining up there. I'm going to find your dad first."
"..." Sang Yan stopped and slowly raised his eyelids, "Do you have to wait for someone to go to the toilet?"
"Isn't there a lot of people?" the woman said, "and I lived with your father in a two-person world, what are you doing?"
"So why did you call me here?" Sang Yan laughed angrily, "Bring you a child?"
The woman patted his arm and seemed a little relieved: "You must have realized this long ago, your mother and I don't have to always rack my brains and reason about it like now."
Sang Yan: "..."
Before leaving, the woman said again: "By the way, talk to your sister by the way. I think she seems to be under a lot of pressure recently, and she has lost a lot of weight during this time."
Sang Yan pulled the corner of her lower lip, wanting to smile or not: "I'll have a heart-to-heart with her?"
Woman: "Well, what's wrong?"
"There is a generation gap between me and her, not only in age," Sang Yan took out her mobile phone from her pocket and said in a leisurely tone, "-sex also. So I'll leave it to you."
Silence for three seconds.
The woman only said ten words: "I can't call you now, can I?"
"… "
After the women left, Wen Yifan realized that he had been listening to them. The team moved forward at this moment, she withdrew her attention and took a few steps forward.
In this position, Sang Yan can't be seen behind.
About a minute passed.
Zhong Siqiao sent her three messages.
Zhong Siqiao: [[/picture]]
Zhong Siqiao: [I was shocked.]
Zhong Siqiao: [He never replied to the greeting message I sent him in a polite group before, I thought he didn't need this WeChat anymore.]
Wen Yifan clicked on the picture to see it.
It is the chat record between Zhong Siqiao and Sang Yan.
Sang Yan sent a message.
It looks like a group post, with only four words: [Happy New Year.]
Seeing this, Wen Yifan subconsciously exited the chat window and glanced at the unread messages.
Sang Yeon was not seen.
But Sanyan's profile picture in her newsletter is the same as in the screenshot.
So it should be correct.
Then why didn't she receive the group message...
He would never be so careful, so he didn't send it to her on purpose.
Or is it not a mass
But not long ago, he was taught by his mother under his own eyes, and he never saw him have so much spare time to send blessing text messages one by one.
I thought about it for a while.
Wen Yifan felt that the greatest possibility was as he had thought before.
He has deleted her.
Thinking of this, she took advantage of the situation to think of the miscellaneous people in her address book, and even edited a group message to clear those who had blocked her.
Not long after it was sent, there were dozens of responses immediately.
Wen Yifan started from bottom to top, opening one by one, occasionally replying a few words.
Wen Yifan was stunned when he clicked to the top one.
Because she was horrified to find out.
The person who replied to the message was the fuse that she wanted to post on a whim, the person she had just mistakenly thought had already deleted her, and was still standing a few meters away from her.
He only sent one symbol.
Sang Yan: [?]
"… "