I didn't wait for Wen Yifan to react.
Sang Yan straightened up, took out the phone from his pocket grandly, and fiddled with it twice. After that, he seemed to have just reacted, his tone was tugging and shameless: "So it's here."
"… "
He also reminded very intimately: "Then you don't need to take it."
I don't know if it's psychological or not, Wen Yifan felt a little numb in his lips. The already narrow room seemed to become more cramped, and the ambiguity added warmth to the room and added a sense of dryness.
Staring at the corner of his lips for a few seconds, Wen Yifan suddenly stood up.
"I'm going to wash an apple."
After speaking, Wen Yifan didn't wait for Sang Yan's response, he took two apples and went to the toilet. She closed the door in a hurry, staring at herself in the mirror whose ears were obviously reddened, and her mind was full of the inadvertent touches just now.
She calmed her breath and turned on the faucet.
It doesn't take too long to wash an apple.
Afraid it would be too obvious, Wen Yifan didn't stay for too long and left the toilet after washing.
Sang Yan was standing at the table at this moment, opening the bag containing the dinner. Wen Yifan sat next to him without making a sound.
Sang Yan glanced at her and didn't mention the matter of "receiving gifts" just now.
It seems that the matter has passed, and both of them are embarrassed to mention it again.
This is how it turned around.
Wen Yifan's mood gradually relaxed. She took a bite of the apple and suddenly felt that he was miserable. On his birthday, he had to stay with her in this dilapidated hotel, and even for dinner, he could only eat things that were randomly packed outside.
Thinking back on it now, Wen Yifan still felt that the encounter with him at the noodle restaurant was extraordinarily psychedelic. Originally, because she had not waited for his response, she had already done it at that time, and after returning to Nanwu, she discussed with him about the move.
When preparing to leave.
He fell from the sky at that moment.
The boss said: "After so many years, you are still together."
He didn't respond.
After that, nothing was mentioned.
I didn't ask her why she went there, I didn't relentlessly mention the past, and I didn't have to ask her for a reason.
It seems that I don't care, and it seems that I don't want to mention the past.
It's like, at the moment when the two are together.
He has already let go of the past and let go of everything.
Just keep your eyes on the present moment.
…
When Sang Yan finished dinner, Wen Yifan just finished eating the apple. She wanted to talk to him about something, but she didn't know what to say. She was always a little uncomfortable.
It seems that they have not yet adapted to this new relationship between the two.
Noticing that it was getting late, and that the apples were also finished, Wen Yifan felt that he had no reason to stay, but wanted to stay with him for a while longer. She bowed her head, did not take the initiative to make a sound, and lowered her head to play with her mobile phone.
Sang Yan sorted out the lunch box and glanced at her: "Are you still eating?"
Wen Yifan raised his head: "Huh?"
Sang Yan picked up another apple on the table, walked over and stuffed it into her hand. As if seeing her state, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and the corners of his lips curled up: "Eat slower this time."
Wen Yifan: "Aren't you going to eat?"
"Don't eat."
"Oh." Wen Yifan looked at the time again, thought about it, and said in a low voice, "Then I eat another half an hour?"
Sang Yan looked at her: "Can you be slower?"
Wen Yifan bit the apple and said vaguely, "...Yes."
The room fell silent again.
After packing up, Sang Yan sat next to Wen Yifan and played with the phone boredly. She looked sideways at him subconsciously, and it happened to meet the corner of his slightly upturned mouth.
Wen Yifan stared at it for a few seconds, then silently withdrew his gaze.
She fell in love for the first time.
I don't know if everyone is like this.
Even if there is nothing to say, even if it is a bit cramped, but still want to stay with the other party, I will still feel happy because of this kind of uncomfortable getting along.
Wen Yifan took the initiative to ask, "When did you buy your high-speed rail ticket?"
Sang Yan raised her eyes: "Huh?"
"I wanted to buy today's tickets yesterday, and I'll give you back—" Wen Yifan paused for a moment and continued, "It's a birthday. But there are no tickets left."
Sang Yan put down the phone and said slowly, "Last week."
Wen Yifan was stunned: "Then how did you know last week that I couldn't make it back today?"
"I don't know, just buy it first." Sang Yan said, "Can't this be refunded?"
Wen Yifan's chewing motion paused for a while, and after a long while, she swallowed the contents in her mouth and said, "Then I will do the same in the future."
"… "
Sang Yan chuckled a few times.
Wen Yifan continued to eat the apple. But this apple, even if she slowed down as much as possible, would not last long. She took the last bite and said hesitantly, "Then I'll go back first?"
Sanyan hummed.
Wen Yifan: "We're leaving at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, so you go to bed early today."
Sang Yan: "Okay."
Throwing the apple core into the trash can, Wen Yifan got up, took a few steps out, and recalled that he still had one thing to do, and suddenly turned around: "Sang Yan."
Sang Yan followed behind her: "What?"
Wen Yifan met his eyes and said seriously, "Happy birthday."
Sang Yan responded with a smile.
"What's your birthday wish?"
"Don't say it."
Wen Yifan blurted out: "Why?"
"Because," Sang Yan raised her hand, patted her head lightly, and said both seriously and casually, "It has been realized."
Back in his room, Wen Yifan lay half-length on the bed. She stared at the void in a daze, as if she had lost her mind. After a long while, she suddenly pulled the pillow next to her and rolled.
The emotions that had been suppressed all night seemed to be fully released at this moment, in the space of being alone.
Wen Yifan's eyes were sparkling, and he covered his face with a pillow, feeling that he couldn't contain his buoyant mood at all. It wasn't until her emotions calmed down that she took out her phone from her pocket and looked at the unread messages.
At a glance, Zhong Siqiao sent her a series of messages.
[[/picture]]
[Damn, Sang Yan posted on the circle of friends.]
[He has a partner?]
[Do you know who it is! ! !]
[Then do you still share a lease with him? Will his girlfriend trouble you then? Would you like to take this opportunity to talk to him about getting him to move out?]
Wen Yifan paused, and subconsciously clicked on the picture.
It is Sang Yan's circle of friends that Zhong Siqiao took screenshots.
He only posted a picture without any text.
On the picture is the birthday cake that Wen Yifan ordered for him. On it, she specially instructed the clerk to write the words "Happy Birthday to Sang Yan".
Sang Yan's photography skills are not very good, this photo looks a little blurry, as if it was just a random shot.
Zhong Siqiao and Sang Yan have many mutual friends. In the screenshot, you can see that there are a bunch of comments below, most of them wishing him a happy birthday, but there are also a lot of complaints about Sang Yan's behavior.
[?]
[Have you been hacked?]
[I mentioned my birthday to this idiot last time, and he also said what birthday the big man had, and said I was hypocritical! ! !]
[It's okay to be normal? No one cares!]
lowest.
Sang Yan responded uniformly.
[Sorry, the subject asked to send it.]
…
Wen Yifan exits the picture. Although she never made this request at all, but seeing Sang Yan's circle of friends, the emotions she just suppressed instantly rose again.
Wen Yifan blinked and replied to Zhong Siqiao: [Probably not.]
Wen Yifan: [His object is me.]
After typing this sentence, Wen Yifan stared at it for a while, and the corners of his lips curved up. She clicked send, opened the chat window with Qian Weihua, and mentioned that she wanted to pick up a friend when she went back tomorrow.
Qian Weihua is very talkative and agrees immediately: [Okay.]
At the same time as he received this, Wen Yifan's WeChat also exploded.
It was all unilateral bombing by Zhong Siqiao.
[?]
[? ? ?]
[? ? ? ? ? ?]
Wen Yifan did not mention this to Zhong Siqiao at all. She was a little embarrassed and a little guilty, and replied: [This is probably the case.]
Wen Yifan: [Just confirmed.]
Zhong Siqiao: [You didn't tell me about you two before! Don't call at all!]
Wen Yifan couldn't remember that he had said something like this: [Have you?]
Zhong Siqiao: [Of course there is!]
Zhong Siqiao: [Maybe the original words are not like this, but the meaning is almost the same!]
Wen Yifan: [Oh... ]
Wen Yifan: [That's me]
Wen Yifan: [Don't hold on to it]
Zhong Siqiao: [… ]
Zhong Siqiao: [?]
the next morning.
Wen Yifan packed his things and went to Sang Yan's room to find him. Seeing him, she still had a very unreal feeling, and said warmly, "Let's have breakfast downstairs and then drive back."
Sang Yan hummed sleepily.
Wen Yifan glanced at him again, said nothing, and took him to the door of the room where Qian Weihua and Mu Chengyun were.
Not long after, the other two also came out of the room.
All four of them have met, and Qian Weihua met him once when Sang Yan's house was on fire. So seeing Sang Yan at this time, Qian Weihua was not surprised, but just said hello: "Come to Beiyu for business or play?"
Sang Yan said concisely: "Find someone."
Mu Chengyun's eyes wandered around Sang Yan and Wen Yifan without saying a word.
The four went downstairs.
Qian Weihua and Wen Yifan took the room card to check out.
Sang Yan and Mu Chengyun waited aside.
After standing for half a minute, Mu Chengyun took the initiative to speak out with a milky smile: "Senior Sang, although I know you want to see Sister Yifan. But you still follow her on a business trip. It doesn't seem appropriate."
Hearing this, Sang Yan looked at him sideways, her expression light.
"Sister Yifan has a good personality, so she shouldn't be angry with you." Mu Chengyun said, "but you should think about her more."
Seeing that he was right, Sang Yan said slowly, "Oh."
Maybe it was because he complained about it last time, but this time Mu Chengyun wanted to save face for himself. He paused for a few seconds and sighed: "It's no wonder you're chasing people like this."
…
After checking out, Wen Yifan took the deposit and walked in the direction of Sang Yan with Qian Weihua.
The two were about five or six meters away from here and were talking. Sang Yan is slightly taller than Mu Chengyun, tall and tall, and his temperament completely overwhelms the other party. His expression was leisurely and leisurely, as if he didn't look at the other party at all.
He didn't take the other party's words as words, he just took them by the ears and listened to them.
Wen Yifan faintly heard Sang Yan say, "It's already past that stage."
Mu Chengyun, who was standing opposite him, seemed to be stunned.
A few seconds passed.
"We are now," said this, Sang Yan's eyelashes moved and met hers. As if thinking of something, he curled the corner of his lower lip and said word by word, "Two, affection, appearance, joy."
"… "
"Both in love," Sang Yan repeated, adding arrogantly, "Have you heard the word?"
"… "
Qian Weihua didn't know the previous situation, didn't understand what they were talking about, just thought they were talking about some young people's topics, so he didn't intervene in their topics.
But Wen Yifan knew very well that these words came from her mouth, and it had only been less than a night since she finished speaking.
In addition, Sang Yan said this while staring at her.
At this moment, Wen Yifan had an inexplicable feeling, and Sang Yan's words were more like speaking to her. And after she said this last night, Sang Yan did laugh for a long time.
That would basically solve the case.
He probably felt that he was saying this seriously and looked stupid.
Wen Yifan pursed his lips, a little embarrassed.
Ugh.
But she has no experience.
I just think that this kind of thing generally has to have a sense of ceremony, after all, it is not as legally binding as a marriage certificate. Since there is no other proof, at least we have to go through the process with words.
It seems that the relationship can be formalized.
Because of their arrival, the conversation between Sang Yan and Mu Chengyun was interrupted.
Wen Yifan silently walked back to Sang Yan.
The two walked behind. It didn't take long for Wen Yifan to feel that Sang Yan lightly hooked her finger with her fingertips, and then released it. The strength is neither light nor heavy, a little itchy.
Wen Yifan raised his head subconsciously and met his slightly sideways face.
Sang Yan's eyelids drooped, looking at her with a slightly cynical smile. He bent down slightly, leaned close to her ear, and asked in a low voice, "How about you, have you heard of it?"