This year's Spring Festival is later than usual.
One evening near New Year's Eve, Wen Yifan made an appointment to have dinner with Zhong Siqiao in advance. Zhong Siqiao has already started to have a holiday, and just came to Shang'an today to meet her by the way.
After get off work, Wen Yifan met with Zhong Siqiao downstairs.
After all, the two hadn't seen each other for almost two months.
Because half the winter had passed, Zhong Siqiao's complexion was paler than before. She cut her hair short and permed a small curl at the end, looking in a good mood.
The two picked a hot pot restaurant nearby.
Wen Yifan scalded the bowls and chopsticks with boiling water, his thoughts drifted a little.
Gradually, I recalled the meal they had eaten together when Xiang Lang just returned to China. When Zhong Siqiao said casually, Wen Yifan would always be scalded by boiling water when he scalded the bowl, so they did not dare to let her touch the boiling water.
Sang Yan seemed to have listened to that.
At this time, Zhong Siqiao said: "By the way, you rejected Sang Yan in high school, will he turn the old account with you now?"
Wen Yifan returned to his senses: "He didn't mention it."
"Does he mind?"
"..." Wen Yifan shook his head, "I don't know."
"He shouldn't be that stingy either. I'm still curious, after you and Sang Yan are together, is he still the same as before?" Zhong Siqiao asked.
No bad face.
Pulling that is indeed pulling, but it also seems to be a little gentler.
Wen Yifan gave a quite satisfactory answer: "It's almost the same as before."
"Ah?" Zhong Siqiao was startled. "Then tell him and take care of his stinky temper. It's fine at the beginning, but it won't be annoying after a long time."
"His character is like that," Wen Yifan didn't expect him to change, "but he's good to me."
Zhong Siqiao heaved a sigh of relief: "That's fine."
"He is, what he says is different from what he does." Wen Yifan recalled various things, and said slowly, "I didn't dare to think that way before, so I just felt that his actions were all in line with him. As said."
"What he says, I believe it. I don't think much about it." Wen Yifan said, "So it's actually quite easy for me to get along with him."
Wen Yifan had never met someone who could treat her so well.
Every move is extremely patient.
Never surpass.
As if he didn't want to give her any discomfort.
For so long, it has never brought any pressure to her.
But it was able to quietly invade every corner of her life.
"Eh." Zhong Siqiao said, "Actually, when I was in high school, I felt that you treated him differently. That is, there were quite a few boys chasing you at that time. You had the same attitude towards others, always being indifferent. "
Wen Yifan raised his eyes.
Zhong Siqiao said again, "But you will lose your temper with Sang Yan."
loose the temper.
Wen Yifan immediately made the phone call with Sang Yan after being arrested by his parents for the second time because of puppy love.
Her expression froze slightly.
"It's not that I lost my temper, it's just that my tone will be a little bit emotional." Zhong Siqiao said, "I went to your class to look for you once and saw Sang Yan sitting behind you. This is the first time I see you saying goodbye. In front of the boys like this, I don't think you would do that to Xiang Lang."
Wen Yifan asked softly, "What is it like?"
Zhong Siqiao recalled the afternoon of the first year of high school.
Sang Yan sat behind Wen Yifan.
The boy leaned back in his chair, flipping through the book with a book in his hand. He lowered his eyes, stretched his long legs forward, and placed it under Wen Yifan's chair, shaking it a few times from time to time, as if he was trying to find a sense of existence in an extremely naive way.
After a few seconds, Wen Yifan turned his head and said calmly, "Sang Yan, I'm doing the question."
Sang Yan stopped and raised her eyebrows: "What?"
She stared at him and suddenly said, "I'm going to change seats if you keep doing this."
"… "
Not long after, the young man slowly closed the book and put his feet back.
"understood."
The two looked at each other.
Sang Yan scratched his head suddenly, and said, "Don't be angry anymore."
…
According to Zhong Siqiao's understanding of Wen Yifan.
If someone else did this kind of thing, she should just pick up the thing and sit in another seat for a while without saying a word, and then go back to class.
He doesn't turn his head specifically and speak to that person with emotion.
Thinking about it this way, Zhong Siqiao felt that the relationship between the two of them was quite cute: "If you lose your temper with Sang Yan now, will he still let you?"
Wen Yifan said honestly, "I have never lost my temper with him."
"..." Zhong Siqiao couldn't believe it, "After not talking about being together, you two have been living together for almost a year, haven't you ever lost your temper with him?"
Wen Yifan nodded.
Zhong Siqiao admired her a little, feeling that she was like a bodhisattva, tolerant of everything: "Could it be that when you two get along in private, is Sang Yan a very gentle person?"
"No, there's nothing to make me angry." Wen Yifan smiled and whispered, "Also, I just want to let him do everything and be nice to him."
Zhong Siqiao never thought that Wen Yifan would be in this state when he talked about love.
She didn't continue to mention this, and opened the topic with a smile: "By the way, you are quite trendy."
"what?"
"As soon as you fall in love, live with someone else."
"… "
When Wen Yifan got home, Sang Yan had not come back.
During this period of time, his company seemed to have taken on a big project, and the entire team had to work for several days in a row. Sometimes I even stay up all night and then come back to sleep.
Wen Yifan didn't dare to disturb him too much.
After washing up, when Wen Yifan was about to go to sleep, Sang Yan still hadn't come back.
Just sent her a message: [Go to bed early]
Wen Yifan yawned sleepily and replied, "When do you get off work?"]
Sang Yan: [Two or three o'clock.]
Wen Yifan wanted to wait for him to come back, but he fell asleep while playing with his phone.
When he became conscious again, Wen Yifan was awakened by a phone call. She got up in an instant, glanced at the caller ID in a daze, her face stiffened, and her arrogance disappeared instantly.
Qian Weihua's heavy voice came from the other end, his tone was concise and domineering.
"Three minutes, go downstairs."
…
Packing himself up as quickly as possible, Wen Yifan left the room. Just as he was about to go to the entrance to put on his shoes, he saw that Sang Yan had come back now, sitting on the sofa with a bottle of ice water to drink.
Seeing this, Sang Yan looked over and got up: "Working overtime again?"
"Well, how long have you been back?" Wen Yifan didn't have time to talk to him too much, and hurriedly ordered while wearing his shoes, "Don't drink ice water all the time, it's not good for your stomach. I'm leaving, you go to bed earlier. "
Sang Yan walked to her side and brought her an umbrella: "It's raining outside, pay attention to your own safety."
Wen Yifan hummed, took it and went out the door.
At this moment, Qian Weihua has come downstairs to her house.
It was just after three o'clock in the morning, and I don't know when it started to rain. It was so dense and cold that it seemed to be mixed with ice. During these few steps, Wen Yifan was too lazy to hold an umbrella, and when he got into the co-pilot, he couldn't help but get a layer of moisture on his body.
Wen Yifan greeted him.
The two didn't say much and drove to the scene.
It was a small drink-driving incident that did not cause any casualties.
The owner didn't know if he didn't pay attention or for some other reason, knocked over the guardrail, and then half of the car fell into the pit at the maintenance site. When the two got out of the car, the owner had just been rescued from the car by the police.
Qian Weihua recorded the surrounding situation.
Wen Yifan was about to go over to communicate with the traffic police for an interview, when he suddenly noticed the appearance of the car owner.
Her expression froze, and her eyes stopped.
It's Che Xingde.
I haven't seen each other for many years, and the last time I looked at him from a distance at the city hospital in Beiyu. The two didn't even meet each other, and she didn't take it to heart at all.
Che Xingde obviously drank a lot. At this time, the alcohol rose and half of his face was red. In a daze, he held the shoulder of the traffic policeman next to him, and kept shouting "I didn't drink", completely unconscious.
The traffic police looked impatient, pressed him directly, and took him into the car.
Following this move, Che Xingde swept around, his eyes fixed on Wen Yifan.
The eyes of the two met briefly.
Che Xingde's eyes were cloudy, and then became clearer. His eyes brightened instantly, as if he wanted to call her, and the next second he was caught by the traffic police and into the car.
Wen Yifan retracted his eyes and held his slightly trembling fingertips.
Although according to what Zheng Kejia said earlier, Wen Yifan could roughly guess that Che Xingde should have come to Nanwu with his uncle's family. But that was a completely different situation from actually meeting him.
It might be due to lack of sleep, and the fact that the food he ate at night had already been digested, making Wen Yifan feel a little nauseated.
She pursed her lower lip forcefully, and managed to throw away these emotions. She turned to ask Qian Weihua, "Teacher, the owner of the car doesn't look sober. So let's talk to the traffic police now?"
Qian Weihua didn't notice Wen Yifan's emotions and nodded, "Okay, that's almost it. After that, we can prepare to go back to the stage."
Wen Yifan: "Okay."
Back on the stage, Wen Yifan turned the news into a film and handed it over for review before the morning program aired. At this time, it was already half-bright, she was sleepy and tired, and there was nothing to do at this time, so she went home directly.
Qian Weihua also wanted to go back, so he took her for a ride.
Afraid that Sang Yan would be disturbed, Wen Yifan gently opened the door. She felt extraordinarily cold for some reason, and when she was about to pour a glass of warm water, she noticed a movement on the other side of the kitchen.
Wen Yifan was stunned and walked towards the other side.
Sang Yan was standing in front of the counter and washing his hands, looking sleepy. The preserved egg and lean meat porridge was being boiled on the induction cooker next to it. At this time, it was bubbling and the aroma was blowing.
Wen Yifanne said, "Why don't you sleep? Isn't it Saturday?"
"Sleep now." Maybe it was because of the night she stayed up for a while, Sang Yan's voice was a little hoarse and her eyelids drooped, "You go to sleep after drinking the porridge."
"… "
Sang Yan took out a piece of paper, wiped the water off her hands, and observed Wen Yifan's expression by the way. He bent down slightly and looked at her: "What's wrong? Something bad happened?"
Wen Yifan didn't speak, just stared at him.
Seeing Che Xingde in Nanwu made Wen Yifan unable to control his emotions, and his mood was pushed to the worst level. Although nothing happened, she still had a bad feeling.
It was like a long-hidden hostility that was about to be revealed again.
Sang Yan did not continue to ask.
He raised his hand and rubbed her head, with the same strength as always, but with a strong sense of comfort.
at this moment.
Wen Yifan came back to his senses, and felt that the strong chill on his body seemed to be dispelled. She pursed her lips hard, leaned forward suddenly, leaned over and hugged him.
Sang Yan paused for a moment: "What's wrong?"
"I'm so tired." Wen Yifan whispered, "I don't want to move."
"..." Sang Yan also raised her hand and hugged her directly. He freed one hand, turned off the heat on the induction cooker, and said slowly, "So you won't be tired?"
Wen Yifan smelled the familiar breath on his body and hummed softly.
I want to be close to him.
want to hug him.
I want to be with him every day.
In this way, I feel that every day life seems to be hopeful.
She didn't want to see those people from before.
I don't want one.
Wen Yifan's hold on him gradually tightened, and he suddenly remembered what Zhong Siqiao said.
- "You will lose your temper with Sang Yan."
She remembered the hurts she had done to Sang Yan in the past, her lips moved, but she didn't say a word.
It was something she never dared to mention again.
She felt that it was impossible for Sang Yan not to mind.
She was afraid he would mind.
I'm afraid that his good feelings for her will gradually fade away.
"Drink the porridge first, it'll be cold for a while." Sang Yan suddenly said, her tone slightly raised, but she didn't seem very serious, "Later, I can hug you how I want, I can hug you to sleep."
Wen Yifan looked up at him: "Sang Yan."
Sang Yan: "What?"
I won't be the same again.
I will not.
I will be nice to you.
I won't hurt you any more.
So can we always be like this.
Can you stay with me all the time.
Sang Yan waited for a while, but she wasn't impatient when she didn't speak. His eyes were half closed, and he seemed to be extremely sleepy: "Just call me?"
Wen Yifan stared at him, his eyes fixed on his lips: "No."
Sang Yan said again: "Then—"
Before he could finish speaking, Wen Yifan suddenly grabbed his clothes and pulled him in his direction. Sang Yan was unprepared, following her actions, her whole body leaned down.
But he didn't mean to resist.
The eyes of the two met.
Wen Yifan swallowed his saliva and calmly gathered up his courage: "I want to kiss you."
"… "
Without waiting for his response, Wen Yifan stood on tiptoe, raised his head and kissed his lips.
The grip on his clothes grew stronger.
Just back off.
The two looked at each other for a few seconds again.
Wen Yifan held his breath and cleared his throat: "Then I'll go out first..."
With dark eyes, Sang Yan grabbed her wrist and grabbed her back. He moved closer to her eyes, the bridge of his nose almost touched the tip of her nose, his breath entangled around him, but stopped before he could take a step closer.
"Is this a kiss?"
Wen Yifan raised his head, his mind was completely blank.
He leaned his back against the flow table, and his tall body seemed to be able to suppress her whole body, bringing with him the familiar and pleasant smell of him. The kitchen was extremely quiet, and it seemed that the rustling of the drizzle could be heard outside.
"Wen Shuangjiang." Sang Yan asked softly, "This is not the first time we have kissed."
"… "
Sang Yan smiled: "So, I'm not frivolous, right?"
Wen Yifan didn't understand what he said: "Huh?"
"What kind of life do you think I am? I was kissed and hugged by you here early in the morning." Sang Yan raised her hand and stroked her cheek with her fingertips.
"… "
"Wen Shuangjiang, you want to flirt with me," Sang Yan laughed suddenly, "Can you be more serious?"
Wen Yifan was a little embarrassed and felt that he had done well: "How can you be serious?"
Hearing this, Sang Yan lowered her head, very patiently, and began to teach her hand-in-hand how to lock him in a foolproof way: "Look at me well."
Wen Yifan obediently stared at his eyebrows.
Sang Yan's voice was very soft: "Come closer to me and talk."
As if bewitched, Wen Yifan leaned in his direction again.
"…and then."
"Then?"
"… "
Sang Yan's breathing was slightly heavy, pinching her chin, and her strong possessiveness seemed to crush her. The next moment, his kiss fell heavily, his voice was hoarse, accompanied by vague words.
"—I'll take the bait if I don't."