These words reminded Wen Yifan of last year when Sang Yan said that relatives came to the family and did not go home to sleep for the whole New Year. She moved her lips and was speechless. It took a long time for her to say, "I don't have any concept of festivals, you can just stay with your family."
"I'm exhausted from visiting relatives," Sang Yan smiled, "Do you think I'm someone who likes festivals?"
Wen Yifan didn't know what to say, so he took a bite of the apple and continued watching the movie.
The mind was not on it at all.
Thinking of Zheng Kejia's news just now, and how Sang Yan could instantly sense her emotions, Wen Yifan didn't know how to describe his current mood.
Those bad emotions seem to be replaced by something else.
Not bad.
It only made Wen Yifan feel a little bored.
Part of it was because of the shit at home.
But more than that, it was because of Sang Yan, and what he had been doing all along.
Even if she knew that she wouldn't go home in the new year, Sang Yan didn't know the reason and didn't ask anything. Maybe it was because she was afraid that this would be an embarrassing topic, so she just followed her practice and came to accompany her directly.
But she has always avoided talking about it.
When this happens, the only response is to escape. I don't want to mention it at all.
He wanted to know, but she didn't want to say it.
Then he acted like he didn't want to know.
Wen Yifan made up his mind and suddenly shouted, "Sang Yan."
Sang Yan's eyes were on the TV, and he replied casually, "Huh?"
"It was Zheng Kejia who sent me a message just now," Wen Yifan also looked at the TV and mentioned it in a normal manner, "She said that my mother asked me if I wanted to go back to celebrate the New Year this year."
"… "
"But my relationship with my stepfather is not very good." Wen Yifan paused for a moment and finished the rest, "Not long after my father died, my mother remarried."
Sang Yan looked at her immediately, and the joke on her face gradually faded: "What happened?"
Wen Yifan was quiet for a few seconds, then said truthfully, "The next semester in high school."
"… "
"That's right," Wen Yifan's tone was a little difficult, "I was halfway through the class, when the teacher called out—"
The memory was pulled out in an instant, back to that afternoon in the new semester.
Wen Yifan remembered that it was an extremely cold winter.
The windows in the classroom were closed, and there was no ventilation, but there was still cold air blowing from nowhere. Her fingers were frozen stiff, and the words she wrote were not the same as usual.
Wen Yifan felt a little drowsy listening to the math teacher's hypnotic words.
At this time, Zhang Wenhong suddenly appeared at the door. She held a mobile phone in her hand, and her expression was a little rushed and flustered, interrupting the teacher's lecture: "I'm sorry, Teacher Chen."
Math teacher: "What's wrong?"
"There is something." Zhang Wenhong looked at Wen Yifan, "Yifan, come out."
For some reason, Wen Yifan had a bad feeling the moment he saw Zhang Wenhong's figure. It seems that before something big happens, God brings a buffer to the person out of mercy.
But she just thought it was a small thing. At most, I felt that I was given a training session, or called my parents over. I felt that what would happen next was just a "big event" that I often experienced at that age.
The eyes of the surrounding classmates immediately turned to Wen Yifan.
Even Sang Yan, who was lying on the table, straightened up a little.
Wen Yifan immediately woke up, a little dazed, put down the pen in his hand and walked in the direction of Zhang Wenhong.
Zhang Wenhong pulled her aside to speak.
As if afraid of irritating her, Zhang Wenhong's tone was softer than ever, and the sympathy in her words was obvious: "Go in and pack your things, your mother just called me and said she's coming to pick you up now."
"..." Wen Yifan was stunned, "What's wrong?"
"Your father..." Zhang Wenhong said with difficulty, "the situation is not very good."
…
At that moment, Wen Yifan felt like he was dreaming.
There was no foreshadowing of these words, her mind was blank, she just felt that it was a fantasy, and she heard extremely inexplicable words. But she didn't dare to refute the teacher's words, she clearly felt that her whole body was shaking.
Wen Yifan returned to the classroom with a blank expression.
She stood there and pulled the schoolbag out of the drawer.
A clatter.
The contents inside were driven by her strength and spilled on the ground.
The math teacher stopped talking again and frowned, "What's wrong?"
Wen Yifan turned his head sluggishly and recovered: "It's nothing. I'm sorry, teacher."
After finishing speaking, Wen Yifan slowly picked up the things on the ground, and the classmates sitting next to him also squatted down to help. She whispered "thank you" and stood up.
Wen Yifan put on his schoolbag and prepared to leave.
Before leaving, she inexplicably glanced in Sang Yan's direction.
He was still sitting in the same place, his expression was unclear, and his eyes were on her.
The eyes of the two met.
Wen Yifan pursed his lower lip, turned his head and left the classroom. Holding the fake note Zhang Wenhong gave her in her hand, she walked quickly towards the school gate, her mind filled with what Zhang Wenhong had just said.
Your father is not doing well.
Happening.
not too good.
what does this mean.
Why is her father not doing well
Her father is obviously fine.
Some time ago, I told her that I would go home in a while.
Handing the fake note to the security guard, Wen Yifan left the school and took out his cell phone from his schoolbag. She turned it on, as if she wanted to confirm the result, and immediately called Zhao Yuandong.
After a while, the other end picked up.
Zhao Yuandong's voice was crying, obviously she had just cried: "A Jiang..."
at this moment.
Wen Yifan believed exactly what Zhang Wenhong said. Her lips moved, but it seemed to be choked with something in her throat, unable to speak a word. I don't want to listen to Zhao Yuandong's words.
"I asked your uncle to pick you up, but it will take a while for him to pass by." Zhao Yuandong reluctantly stabilized his voice and finished speaking, "Just take a taxi to the city hospital, and your uncle will pick you up."
"..." Wen Yifan replied softly, "Okay."
Wen Yifan hung up the phone and walked to the station next to the school.
Nanwu No. 1 Middle School is a closed education, and the geographical location of the school is also remote, and the vicinity seems to be inaccessible. Wen Yifan waited for several minutes, but did not see a taxi coming.
A bus just happened to come, Wen Yifan didn't wait any longer and got on the bus.
At this point, there was no one else in the car except her and the driver. Wen Yifan walked in the direction of the back row of the car, feeling extremely empty inside and the world crumbling.
The car starts.
It drove forward for a few seconds, then stopped abruptly.
Wen Yifan sat in the seat and leaned forward following his inertia. She looked up and saw the front door of the bus opened, the boy climbed into the bus, thanked the driver, and walked towards her panting slightly.
"..." Wen Yifan said indifferently, "Why did you come out?"
"Suddenly I don't want to go to class anymore." Sang Yan sat next to her and said casually, "Try what it's like to skip class."
If it was normal, Wen Yifan might have followed his words a few more words. But at this moment, she was not in any mood to joke, she just pulled the corner of her lower lip, and then lowered her eyes.
Strangely, the tears seemed to follow his arrival and welled up.
A few seconds passed.
Sang Yan asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
"..." Wen Yifan looked at him again and wanted to shake his head.
But the tears fell completely uncontrollably at this time.
Drop by drop, slammed down heavily.
Wen Yifan felt embarrassed and immediately turned his head away. She tried her best to hold back the tears, and her whole body began to tremble. She was extremely contradictory, feeling that the journey was extremely long, but she hoped that it would never end.
She couldn't see Sang Yan's expression behind her.
just feel.
The world she was in had completely collapsed at this moment.
But the next moment.
Wen Yifan's breath was occupied by the sandalwood fragrance on the boy's body. Her body froze, her eyelashes raised slightly, her vision was covered by the boy's blue and white striped school uniform. There were still tears in her eyes, which fell silently.
Across the coat.
She could hear Sang Yeon's voice.
It was so light that it could not be heard, as if it was a little soothing.
"That way I can't see it."
…
Wen Yifan remembered that it was very cold that day, and the sky was gloomy, covered by large clouds, as if it was about to hit the ground in the next second. In the afternoon, there is not a trace of sunlight.
Her eyes were still sideways, looking out the window. His body was stained with the warmth remaining on the boy's clothes.
It was the only thing Wen Yifan could feel at that moment.
Wen Yifan kept his original posture, motionless. After a long time, she raised her hand and pinched the corner of her coat. The strength gradually increased, and the back spine slowly relaxed.
All her patience dissipated in an instant with her move.
Wen Yifan's tears seemed to flow endlessly, and a choked sob came out of his throat uncontrollably.
Sang Yanan next door was quiet, not saying a word.
silent companionship. Just telling her in this way that he is right next to him.
Before arriving at the station, Wen Yifan reluctantly controlled his emotions. She rarely cried, and her eyes hurt a little when she cried. She wiped away tears with her sleeve, then took off Sang Yan's coat and turned her head.
Noticing her movement, Sang Yan also looked over.
The two looked at each other.
Wen Yifan silently retracted his eyes and blocked his sight with his hair.
Silent.
After waiting for the car to report to the station, Wen Yifan got up.
Sang Yan, who was sitting outside, made room for her and let her go down first. Seemingly not knowing what to say, he just followed behind her, more silent than ever before.
After getting out of the car, the chill hits again, and it swirls around without hesitation. Afraid that Sang Yan might catch a cold, Wen Yifan handed him the coat back and spoke in a heavy nasal voice: "It's cold, you put it on."
Sang Yan took it and said, "Well."
Knowing that he must have run away because of her, Wen Yifan took a breath and said, "Go back to school. Don't skip class, the teacher will be angry. You will have to be hired by your parents again. I'll be there by taxi. , my mother will come to pick me up too."
Sang Yan was silent for a few seconds, then replied, "Okay."
After a while.
Wen Yifan looked up at him and said seriously, "Thank you."
Thank you for coming.
Give me the strength to support.
At least it makes me feel that the journey here is not as difficult as I imagined.
This bus can't go directly to the city hospital, so Wen Yifan can only get to this stop first, and then take a taxi to go there.
A taxi just came, and Sang Yan stopped her without a word. Then, he tilted his head and his voice was a little heavy: "Wen Shuangjiang, I don't know what happened to you."
So don't know what to say.
Afraid that she would say the wrong thing, that she would stab her scars more, and that comforting anything would be counterproductive.
Therefore, it is better not to say anything.
"I'm not a very talkative person," Sang Yan bent down and stared into her eyes, and said solemnly, "But no matter what, I will always be with you."
At that young and frivolous age.
Most people speak on impulse, without thinking too much, and without thinking about whether they can do it to such an extent. When it is older, maybe it will be forgotten as a gossip, or it may be regarded as a dispensable and unrealizable past.
Even Wen Yifan at that time felt that Sang Yan's words were just a word of comfort.
A casual reassurance.
But it took a long time for Wen Yifan to find out.
It turned out not to be the case.
Sang Yeon always keeps his promises.
Just what he said.
No matter what obstacles, no matter how difficult, he will try his best to make it happen.
Wen Yifan's thoughts gradually retracted. She continued to bite the apple and glanced at Sang Yan by the way. After listening to her words, he lowered his eyes slightly, and from this angle, the light made his appearance a little dark.
Afraid that such a heavy topic would make him feel at a loss, Wen Yifan added.
"It was a long time ago."
Sang Yan just turned around and looked at her sideways.
Wen Yifan blinked: "What's wrong?"
"nothing."
Just feel happy.
At that time, I chose to skip class.
Sang Yan lowered her eyes and asked casually, "Then you moved your stepfather with your mother later?"
"Yeah, but because we didn't get along very well later." Wen Yifan skipped some of them and said roughly, "I moved to my grandma's place."
"Is it nice to you?"
Wen Yifan didn't react: "Huh?"
"Your grandma." Sang Yan repeated, "How is it for you?"
Wen Yifan was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "It's good, she loves my dad very much, so she also loves me."
After she finished speaking, Sang Yan looked at her and seemed to relax a little: "What's the matter with your stepsister?"
"Um?"
"A pair," Sang Yan snorted softly, "I know you well."
"No. That's her personality, and she's spoiled by her father." Sang Yan should be referring to Zheng Kejia's random arrangement of drinks for her, Wen Yifan explained, "She's used to that, using They are the best, they will never settle, and if you don’t like something, you need someone else to help you solve it.”
"It's just a little girl who was pampered and grown up." Wen Yifan understood, and spoke calmly and gently, "Her father loves her very much, and I'm a few years older than her, so I usually have to let my sister."
"Let my sister?" Sang Yan smiled, "Where does this rule come from?"
"… "
Mentioning this, Wen Yifan's thought of treating Sang Zhi appeared in his mind.
Before she could answer, Sang Yan suddenly leaned back, leaning against the back of the sofa. While sitting, he grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms.
Wen Yifan fell on top of him unexpectedly.
Then, with all his strength, he hugged her waist and supported her whole body on him. There was no extra movement after that, just hugged her quietly.
The pose is ambiguous and intimate.
As soon as he got close to him, Wen Yifan became a little nervous and looked down at him: "What's wrong?"
Sang Yan is very straightforward: "Hold me."
"… "
"Where did you say all your food went? Your bones hurt me so much." Sang extended his hand to squeeze the flesh on her arm, feeling that it was a big project, "When will you gain weight?"
Wen Yifan immediately said, "My friend said I'm fat."
Sang Yan raised her eyebrows: "Who? Are you trying to find happiness for you?"
"..." Wen Yifan's lips straightened, but he couldn't hold back his smile, "Is there something wrong with you?"
I want her to gain weight.
Others said she was fat, and began to pick on other people's thorns.
Sang Yan looked at her and smiled, and raised her eyebrows lightly: "Why are you still attacking yourself?"
Wen Yifan was still smiling.
The living room is not quiet, except for the dialogue between the two, there is also the background sound of the movie. It sounds intense and shocking, but no one cares and pays attention.
After a long while, Sang extended his hand to touch the corner of her eye, and suddenly called her: "Wen Shuangjiang."
"Um?"
"Don't put the bullshit your stepsister said and those stupid standards to me, you know?" Sang Yan's eyes were dark, and he said slowly, "You think that everything in my house is bought randomly. of?"
Wen Yifan was stunned, his lips moved.
"Everything is chosen for you. But if you don't like it, keep it and leave it there." Sang Yan's tone was calm, but she seemed to be a little unhappy, "Also, what is your step sister? I'm used to it."
"… "
"Just the way you choose your target," Sang Yan stared at her, kissed the corner of her lips suddenly, and said extremely arrogantly, "You should use the best in everything, understand?"
Go back to your room after watching the movie.
Wen Yifan recalled the content just now, and felt that the movie didn't look like it after watching it, and he couldn't remember a few plots in the whole movie. Suddenly, she suddenly realized that she was totally unsuitable for watching movies with Sang Yan.
As long as he is there.
It seemed that her attention could only be on him, and the ordinary thing of concentrating on watching a movie would become a century-old problem.
Every time.
Wen Yifan pursed his lips, and his body seemed to be stained with Sang Yan's breath, as if his hug was only a second thing before. She recalled the picture of herself half-sitting on Sang Yan, her face lessened again.
She calmed down and decided to take a bath to calm down.
Entering the bathroom, Wen Yifan took off his clothes and turned on the shower.
Gradually, Wen Yifan's thoughts were emptied, and he remembered the paragraph after paragraph sent by Zheng Kejia.
She only remembered one word at the moment.
When Zheng Kejia complained just now, he said "them".
So it means that this time, unlike last time, only Che Yanqin came. Maybe Su Liangxian and Wen Ming, and... Thinking of this, Wen Yifan remembered the middle-aged man he had seen at Beiyu Hospital earlier.
It's Che Xingde.
Che Yanqin's younger brother.
Maybe he came too.
Although Wen Yifan didn't want to care about these things, every time he thought of these people, his mood would still be affected uncontrollably. But it's amazing that when she thinks about it at this moment, she only feels calm.
Even if it has an impact, it seems to be only a star and a half.
Light enough to be ignored.
All emotions are occupied by another person extremely domineering. There is no room left for anything else.
Wen Yifan suddenly touched the corner of his lips.
As long as he is there.
All the bad moods can disappear without a trace.