Wen Yifan's eyebrows twitched, and his heart was inexplicably shocked.
This.
How to pay.
Fraud? ?
And what does a question mark mean
Wen Yifan looked up, staring at the five words he had sent out.
-Happy New Year ^_^
For a while, Wen Yifan felt like he was illiterate.
What she said should be a blessing, not some foul language...
Don't say it yet.
This act of throwing a question mark is quite bluffing.
Wen Yifan was shocked by him across the screen.
This reaction is like seeing a person who is old and dead.
No matter what the other party said, even if it is a blessing message, you should throw a question mark to slap it.
Wen Yifan hesitantly entered in the dialog box: [You know I am]
Before she could finish knocking, she noticed in the corner of her eye that someone was passing her by her side. Wen Yifan raised his eyes subconsciously and found that Sang Yan walked about a meter in front of her and stopped beside a girl.
The girl was slender and lowered her head quietly. Like looking at the phone.
Thinking of the conversation between Sang Yan and his mother, this should be his sister.
Wen Yifan was still a little impressed by this little girl. When she was in high school, she saw her named Sang Zhi, who was six or seven years younger than Sang Yan. At that time, she was still small, born like a porcelain doll, and Wen Yifan had to bend over to talk to her.
She's almost as tall as her now.
Sang Yan said lazily, "Little devil."
Sang Zhi raised her head: "Why?"
Sang Yan: "I heard that you have been under a lot of pressure recently?"
Sang Zhi was very perfunctory: "No."
Sang Yan continued to ask himself: "Because the college entrance examination is about to happen?"
There was only one person between Wen Yifan and them.
At this distance, their speech is as clear as a TV show in front of them. She didn't want to listen to it deliberately, and it still kept coming into her ears—
"I said no."
"Why do you think so much?" Sang Yan said slowly, as if to carry out the task assigned by her mother, "Your brother, I didn't study, and I didn't get admitted to Nanwu University. Besides, although your qualifications are not good, let's The family also has money for you to repeat the studies."
"You don't study? Do you think I don't remember?" Sang Zhi looked at him, and her tone became annoyed, "Don't worry, I could get into Nanwu University, which you worked so hard to get into at that time, with my eyes closed."
"… "
"Also," Sang Zhi said again after complaining about this, "I heard from my mother today that you quit your job?"
"… "
"Certainly not?"
Sang Yan turned her head sideways: "What's the matter with you?"
Sang Zhi also began to say to herself, "Are you embarrassed to say that you were fired?"
Before Sang Yan could speak again, his cell phone rang. He lowered his eyes and suddenly said: "You can't listen to what I say, so let your 'brother' come to comfort you a few words?"
"Wha—" Maybe seeing the caller ID, Sang Zhi instantly silenced her voice, and after a few seconds, she said in a low voice, "No."
After that, Sang Yan didn't say much, and walked back to the pavilion to answer the phone.
calm down.
Although Wen Yifan didn't quite understand some of the words, the fact that she was forced to eavesdrop on someone she knew at close range still made her a little uncomfortable. Fortunately, she was wearing a mask on her face, which gave her a sense of security.
Wen Yifan lights the screen again.
I noticed that if the input box has not been sent, I felt it was not appropriate, so I reached out and deleted it all. She wanted to euphemistically confirm whether the other party knew that this was her WeChat account. After thinking about it, she finally replied cautiously: [?]
It was probably still on the phone, but there was no immediate reply.
Stared for two seconds.
Wen Yifan suddenly realized a problem.
Even if Sang Yan really blocked her.
But her circle of friends.
No.
shield.
Sanyan.
"… "
Thinking of this, Wen Yifan immediately opened his circle of friends.
There have been too many things during this time. The last circle of friends was more than two months ago. At that time, I was still in Yihe City, and it seems that I sent it together when I went to the bar with my colleagues.
Wen Yifan's eyes were fixed.
What catches the eye is a selfie of her and her former colleagues.
Others in the photo bared their teeth, smiled brightly, and posed in various photo poses. Wen Yifan sat in the lower left position, his skin was so white that it seemed to be overexposed, he just looked at the camera gently, his lips curved in a shallow arc.
The facial features are very clear.
…
The team gradually lined up into the toilet, and it happened that several people came out of the cubicle at the same time, and it was her turn. Wen Yifan regained his senses, put the phone back in his pocket, and walked inside.
After a while, Wen Yifan walked out.
The washbasin is shared by men and women, and it is two or three meters wide in the middle of the men's and women's toilets.
Wen Yifan turned on the faucet, his mind a little confused.
So in the bar before, he just pretended not to know himself.
Group blessings are also deliberately not sent to her.
When I saw her news, my first reaction was scolding.
Wen Yifan raised her head, and through the mirror in front of her, she could see Sang Yan still standing in her original position. Seemingly finished calling, he put one hand in his pocket and played with the phone with the other.
I don't know if I have heard back from her.
The next moment, Wen Yifan saw that Sang Zhi had also come out of the toilet and walked to the sink next to him. But the faucet may be broken, and no water will come out when you turn it on.
Wen Yifan just ran out and made room for her: "You can use this."
Sang Zhi immediately said, "Thank you."
When her eyes met Wen Yifan, she seemed stunned.
Wen Yifan didn't notice it, looked back, took out his phone and walked out. Lights up, and the interface is still in the chat window with Sang Yan.
He didn't even give her half a punctuation mark this time.
Wen Yifan understood the reason, and after being silent for a while, he couldn't help but enter the sentence "Let's delete each other" in the dialog box.
Deleted soon.
Glancing at the two question marks they had just faced, Wen Yifan paused, and suddenly felt that this chat record was full of gunpowder, something like "Are you a fucking idiot?"
But she didn't mean to quarrel with him.
Wen Yifan didn't want to make trouble during the festival, thinking about how to back down.
She typed a word.
[That]
Staring at the question mark sent by Sang Yan and the word "happy" she sent, she hesitated and continued typing.
[It’s okay to be unhappy.]
"… "
After the successful sending, Wen Yifan also got closer and closer to Sang Yan's location. When passing by in the air, she lowered her head uncomfortably, and out of the corner of her eye saw that he seemed to have clicked on WeChat.
The man lowered his eyelashes and stared at the content on the screen.
Whether it was an illusion or not, Wen Yifan seemed to hear him chuckle.
Her back stiffened.
Continue to walk a long way.
It was not until the distance was drawn that Wen Yifan's guilty conscience finally subsided. She looked back at the screen, still not replying as she expected.
She sighed, having no time to think about it.
Feeling that it took a long time for him to go, Wen Yifan didn't dare to delay any longer and walked back to the shooting point.
Not much different from when she left.
The square was decorated, and the plants and small buildings were wrapped with colored light strips, bringing a festive atmosphere. There were people coming and going around, and some staff were maintaining order, and they were all beaming when they looked past.
All the preliminary preparations are ready, just waiting for the arrival of the new year.
Qian Weihua and Zhen Yu were chatting. Fu Zhuang stood beside them, listening very obediently without saying a word. Seeing Wen Yifan coming back, he immediately approached cautiously.
Fu Zhuang is a newly recruited intern in the first two weeks and is a senior this year. He is not as good as his name, he is not tall and thin, like a bamboo pole. Zhang Zhengtai's face has grown, but he has a subwoofer very inconsistently: "Sister, if you are one step later."
Wen Yifan thought something was wrong: "What's wrong?"
Fu Zhuang said bitterly: "You may only see my frozen body."
"..." Wen Yifan nodded, "Thank you then, I'm just short of questions."
"In your eyes! I'm just a topic!" Fu Zhuang accused her, shivering from the cold, but his voice was full of energy, "Damn, I'm so fucking cold, the wind blows my nose and snot out ."
Wen Yifan looked at him.
Most boys of this age need grace and not warmth, and Fu Zhuang is no exception. He only wore a denim jacket, and it seemed that there was no anti-freeze effect at all, and his lips were frozen purple.
Besides, he is still thin, as if he will be blown down by the sea breeze in the next second.
"It will be colder by the sea, so I will wear more clothes when I go out to run the news in the future." After speaking, Wen Yifan took a warm baby from his pocket and gave it to him, "Put it in your pocket to warm your hands."
"Hey, no." Fu Zhuang didn't think about taking her things. "Sister, take it yourself. You girls must be colder than me."
"But I already have two in my pocket." Wen Yifan said, "There's no place to put this one."
"… "
This time, Fu Zhuang took it without any burden, and by the way, he brought up a topic: "By the way, sister, have you seen the fireworks show before?"
Wen Yifan hummed: "But I've never seen such a large one."
Fu Zhuang: "Is it useful to make a wish on this thing?"
Wen Yifan: "No."
"..." Fu Zhuang muttered, "I can only make one wish, that I can find a girlfriend next year."
Wen Yifan smiled: "Not anymore."
"Sister Yifan, why are you doing this!" Fu Zhuang shouted, "Then let me make a wish to grow five centimeters taller! Can a boy grow taller when he is 20..."
This time Wen Yifan didn't hit him.
Speaking of this, Fu Zhuang suddenly pointed in a certain direction: "Hey, it's almost like that, my dream is to grow so tall. I'm satisfied with being half a head shorter than him."
Wen Yifan looked over and was silent for a moment.
Coincidentally, the person Fu Zhuang pointed to was Sang Yan.
I don't know whether to say that they are too fateful, or whether to say that he is still haunted.
He stood at a distance of ten meters, leaning against the railing, his coat puffed up by the wind, his chin slightly tucked, and he casually played with his mobile phone.
Sang Zhi, who had just been with him, didn't know where to go.
"He is exactly my ideal body." Fu Zhuang sighed, "Can I put my head on his body today under the witness of God and fireworks?"
Wen Yifan looked back and said with a smile, "Why don't you steal his face too."
Fu Zhuang obviously had this idea too, and the shaky meaning in his words was obvious: "Isn't it a good idea to use both?"
"… "
Qian Weihua suddenly called them.
I probably felt that I had ignored them for too long, and I started to feel a little ashamed, so I called them over to talk about the various precautions for live broadcast.
Time gradually passed.
The New Year's Eve is approaching, and the atmosphere is getting more and more lively. The LED display on the tall building in the distance has begun to count down, and there is a lot of people around. In the last minute, someone started to shout following the number.
"—59, 58, 57."
…
"—5, 4, 3."
"-2!"
"-1!"
When the last sound fell.
Countless fireworks rose up, pulling out lines of different colors in the night, and then exploded forcefully at a certain location. The mottled light blooms a variety of flowers, blooming one after another.
The people present raised their mobile phones, found what they thought was the best shooting location, and recorded the picture.
When Qian Weihua had nothing to say, Wen Yifan also took out his mobile phone and took a few pictures.
When blocked by the person in front of him, he moved to look.
The whole process lasted more than ten minutes.
Unconsciously, Wen Yifan was pushed outside by the crowd to the position of the railing. Noticing that the fireworks show was almost over, she was about to go back to find Qian Weihua when she was bumped by a passer-by.
Wen Yifan leaned forward a few steps uncontrollably.
Then hit someone.
She immediately stepped back, raised her head, and said subconsciously, "Sorry."
When she blurted out, she realized that the person she bumped into was Sang Yan. At this time, he was looking down at her, his expression was unclear, and he seemed to be on the phone with someone.
"—Well, ready to go back."
Out of politeness, Wen Yifan bit the bullet and apologized again.
Sang Yan lightly looked at her for a moment, and then nodded at her.
As if to signal that he heard it.
When Wen Yifan walked back, he faintly heard him say something to the person on the phone.
"Happy New Year."
Back next to Qian Weihua, Wen Yifan touched his face after realizing it. Touching the mask still on her face, she stopped and her nerves relaxed.
Blocking his face, he shouldn't recognize it... right.
…
the other side.
Qian Feiben, a college roommate and friend on the other end of the phone, was chattering, but he interrupted him twice, and was silent for a few seconds: "Oh, I don't care when you go home, okay? But still Thanks, brother, and happy new year to you too."
Sang Yan raised her eyebrows: "Thank you."
Qian Fei: "Aren't you wishing Dad a blessing?"
"Can you stop being amorous?" Sang Yan said lazily, dragging the end, "I didn't tell you."