Sang Yan never thought that after more than a year, he could still hear this word from Wen Yifan's mouth. Moreover, this time it has risen to the level of "redemption".
He thought it was absurd, but a little funny: "How am I?"
Wen Yifan's hand was icy cold and touched his face. Her eyes were focused, and her fingertips slipped from his eyebrows, down the side of his face, and stopped at the slightly sunken pear vortex on his right lip.
She didn't move.
The line of sight also fell down.
"Let's talk." Sang Yan let her touch, reached out to hold her other hand, and put it in her hand, "Want to redeem me, then what?"
"Then?" Wen Yifan raised his eyelashes slowly, stared at his familiar eyebrows, and honestly expressed his inner desire, "Let you be mine alone."
Sang Yan frowned frivolously: "Then you still need to redeem yourself?"
"Yes. Because I saw you," Wen Yifan pursed his lips and complained softly, "I laughed with other girls."
After she finished speaking, she explained to him on her own: "But this must be your job requirement... When I redeem you, you won't have to do this kind of thing."
"Wen Shuangjiang, who taught you to throw dirty water on people when you're drunk?" Sang Yan shook her hand a little harder, "Isn't this table full of gentlemen, who am I laughing at?"
Wen Yifan shook his head: "Not today."
Sang Yan: "What day is it not today?"
"When I went to 'overtime' for the first time," Wen Yifan spoke slowly, as if recalling, "One night, you laughed with four girls and gave them their contact information."
"… "
Sang Yan has no memory of such a long time ago, but he is very sure that he has never done it. He stared straight at her, took out his mobile phone from his pocket in a compromising way: "Look for yourself."
Before Wen Yifan took over the phone, the sound of a car came from behind him.
Sang Yan glanced sideways, it was an empty taxi. He shoved the phone directly into Wen Yifan's hand and raised his hand to stop it. Then, he pulled her up and half hugged her in his arms: "Go home."
Wen Yifan held his cell phone and was still calling him, "Sang Yan."
Sang Yan: "Huh?"
Wen Yifan was very serious: "I'm already preparing to raise money, you can't laugh with others."
"… "
Sang Yan looked at her for a few seconds, and suddenly felt that there was no way to communicate with this drunk. He opened the door, stuffed her into the car, and grabbed the dirty water: "Okay, I see."
Closing the door, Sang Yan walked to the other side and got into the car.
Sang Yan reported the address to the driver, got close to Wen Yifan, and fastened her seat belt.
Staring at his actions and his eyebrows at close range, Wen Yifan was not used to it, and he was dizzy after drinking too much, and felt a little uncomfortable: "Why do you have to wear a seat belt in the back seat?"
Sang Yan raised her eyes: "You have to be tied wherever you sit."
"Oh." Seeing him sit back, Wen Yifan looked at him, "Then why don't you care."
"I'm too nervous."
Wen Yifan snorted again, looking as if he understood what he meant. There was silence in the car, her eyes were still on him, and a few seconds later she asked, "Then why don't you tie."
"… "
Sang Yan was silent for three seconds, seeing that she was still looking at her, she compromised again, and pulled the seat belt to fasten it.
Seeing this, Wen Yifan seemed to be satisfied. She lowered her eyes, her eyes fixed on Sang Yan's left hand. His sleeves were slightly lifted. The bracelet she gave him earlier was still on the wrist of his left hand, as if he had never taken it off.
A red string with a small pendant. It really doesn't match his temperament.
But after he put it on, he felt that it seemed quite suitable.
Wen Yifan grabbed his hand and touched it a few times. The image of Su Haoan's total damage to Sang Yan tonight appeared in his mind. She was inexplicably unhappy, and whispered, "Will you be laughed at like a little girl wearing this?"
"Huh?" Sang Yan said lazily, "It's none of their business."
"… "
"Then why did we leave so early?" Wen Yifan pondered for a while, then spoke slowly, "I just heard them say that there will be a bridal party in a while..."
Sang Yan learned the speed of her speech and said slowly, "Because an alcoholic is drunk."
Hearing this, Wen Yifan observed him: "Are you drunk?"
"… "
"Then I'll go back and make honey water for you," Wen Yifan said a lot more than usual in a drunken state, but the logic of his speech was still there, "Then you go to bed earlier, don't you have to go to work tomorrow?"
Sang Yan turned her head sideways: "What about you?"
Wen Yifan blinked: "I will take a rest tomorrow."
"Well," Sang Yan squeezed the flesh in her palm, with a casual tone, "you have time, so you want to find something for me to do."
"Then I plan to redeem you, so you have to forget your status as the top card." Wen Yifan returned the topic to this again, with a serious expression, "Whatever you do for me is a matter of course."
"… "
For the first time, Sang Yan knew the title of "top card" because of Su Haoan. At that time, Su Haoan didn't know where he heard about this, so he was very unconvinced, and because of this, he quarreled with him specifically about who is the top card of this degenerate street.
He was too lazy to take care of Su Hao'an, and he didn't take this shit to heart at all.
But Sang Yan didn't expect it.
This title can also be an opportunity for him to meet Wen Yifan again, and she seems to be still brooding about it.
Silence for a while.
As if she couldn't hold it anymore, Sang Yan laughed inexplicably. His shoulders trembled slightly, and his chest rose and fell when he laughed. It took him a long time to say, "Okay, you're right."
"… "
"Also, I'm still innocent. I don't perform or sell myself, I only make money from talent." Sang Yan dragged the end of the tune, and said, "You don't lose money on your money."
Wen Yifan said solemnly, "I know."
Sang Yan: "So come and redeem me as soon as possible, okay?"
Wen Yifan nodded.
Listening to the conversation between the two, the driver in front looked strange and looked back frequently through the rearview mirror. It was not until he arrived at the entrance of Shangdu Huacheng and took the money from Sang Yan, he couldn't help but persuade: "Girl, I think you look so beautiful—"
Wen Yifan just got out of the car and looked at the driver along the window: "Huh?"
"There's no need to find a cowherd as a partner!"
"… "
Sang Yan closed the car door directly, and said with a half-smile, "Master, are you still doing business like this?"
"… "
Shangdu Huacheng property management is strictly controlled. Cars without registered license plates must register some miscellaneous things, which is particularly troublesome. So Sang Yan didn't let the driver drive the car in, and stopped directly at the door.
But after sitting all the way, Wen Yifan's drunkenness seemed to get stronger, and he couldn't even stand still.
Sang Yan simply carried her on his back.
Wen Yifan rested his chin on his shoulder and wrapped his hands around his neck. She seemed a little sleepy, but she kept muttering: "So, you must not rely on color to eat."
Sang Yan listened to her quietly.
Wen Yifan: "This is the most hopeless road."
"Well." Sang Yan said along the way, "No one tells you to rely on your color to eat."
Wen Yifan shook his head: "Yes."
Hearing this, Sang Yan paused and turned around: "Who?"
Wen Yifan seemed to want to say something, but when he met his profile, he swallowed all the words. She retracted her eyes and thought about it: "When I was in Yihe, I first worked as an intern at a newspaper for more than two years, and then I went to Yihe Radio and Television."
Sang Yan rarely listened to her mentioning the past, and looked slightly stunned.
"I got into one of their trump card news columns through social recruitment." Wen Yifan said, "I didn't think I could get in, because basically everything that can get in is related. I just want to try, so Submitted a resume."
Sang Yan responded: "And then."
"Then," Wen Yifan's expression was a little stunned, as if he didn't like this memory very much, "I only realized after staying there for several months that many people in the group were saying that I slept with the director. come in."
"… "
"I don't care much about these things. After all, I can't control my mouth on other people." Wen Yifan said, "But I never thought about it, my director really wants to sleep with me."
Sang Yan's footsteps stopped.
"He said that I can do anything with this face faster than being a reporter to get money, and it's easier. He doesn't know what I'm trying to do. It doesn't hurt me to sleep a few times." Wen Yifan stopped, after a while. After a long while, he said, "...I hate that place so much."
Sang Yan coaxed in a low voice, "Well, then we won't go there in the future."
Wen Yifan said in a low voice, "Why do you want to talk about me like this."
Afraid of scaring her, Sang Yan suppressed the anger in her heart and tried to calm her tone: "Because they have something wrong."
"… "
"Sang Yan."
"Um?"
"Before I returned to Nanwu," Wen Yifan said softly, "I dreamed of you."
"… "
"I dreamed that you came to Yihe and took you with me." Maybe it was because he was sleepy after a long time. Wen Yifan said it a little bit hard, "I took you, um, your wife. You are here for a wedding tour."
Sang Yan smiled: "What kind of dreams do you have?"
Wen Yifan: "You are very happy, and you greeted me with a smile."
Weird.
At that time, Wen Yifan hadn't thought about Sang Yan for a long time.
But after waking up.
She suddenly wanted to go back to Nanwu.
She hates Yi-ho.
Hate North Elm too.
There is no city to her liking.
But that moment.
She felt that at least her father's tomb was in Nanwu.
At least, there is another person in Nanwu who she wanted to see but was afraid to see.
"Okay." Sang Yan thought for a while, and her tone became a little more serious, "Then we will also travel to Yihe in the future."
"… "
Wen Yifan stared blankly at his side face, his eyes were inexplicably hot. She lowered her eyes, sniffed gently, and said in a low voice, "Sang Yan, I'm sorry."
"Huh?" Sang Yan asked, "I'm sorry for what?"
"I'm too heavy."
"I haven't said anything yet, so you said that you are heavy?" Sang Yan smiled, "Before you want to apologize, you should measure the flesh on your body, okay? Your bones are still holding me back."
Wen Yifan said nothing and buried his face in his neck.
sorry.
I used to speak in a very heavy tone.
Wen Yifan didn't speak anymore, his thoughts drifted, and his whole body of security was occupied by the man in front of him. His eyelids gradually drooped down, his mind was a little heavy, and he recalled what Chen Junwen said at the wedding banquet today.
— "At that time, the fat man was crying and drinking like a fool. He regarded Sang Yan as the girl he was chasing in college, and shouted for a long time, 'Wan Lin! Am I your spare tire!' Sang Yan also drank. Little, like an idiot, repeating his words."
- "Ah? What did San Yan say?"
…
I don't know if I didn't hear it clearly, imagined it, or if it really happened like that.
But Sang Yan, shouldn't say such a thing.
He couldn't say things like that.
He is such a proud person, he should always be proud.
will not be defeated by anything.
Therefore, he must not be, just waiting for her.
The overwhelming guilt almost overwhelmed her.
Wen Yifan didn't want this to be true, and felt that he couldn't bear this kind of treatment.
- What did he say
Wen Yifan didn't dare to think about it again.
She was exhausted to the extreme, and slowly, she was pulled into a dream by the strong sleepiness.
In the dream, in the bustling food stalls.
The man was wearing a white shirt with a few unbuttoned collars and slightly rolled up sleeves. His eyes were pitch-black, and his brows were stained with drunkenness, and he casually repeated Qian Fei's words: "Am I your spare tire?"
Chen Junwen smiled aside: "Sang Yan, are you fucking infected?"
"I'm yours," Sanyan said softly, as if he hadn't heard, "A spare tire?"
"… "
Everything around seemed to be zooming away.
The lively scene is noisy, but none of it seems to have anything to do with him. It's like being in two different worlds.
Sang Yan's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the corners of his eyes were a little red from the wine. He lowered his eyes, pulled the corners of his lips mockingly, and his voice was extremely hoarse.
"Spare tire... OK."