Due to Sangyan's sudden action, Che Xingde took a few steps back. He barely stabilized his body, and pointed at Wen Yifan drunkenly, his tongue drank a bit: "I... who am I? I'm her uncle!"
Hearing this, Sang Yan looked at Wen Yifan again, as if asking her the authenticity of what she said.
Wen Yifan pursed his lips: "No."
"Hey! Shuangjiang, I'm not? What's not!" Che Xingde was annoyed, and stepped forward again, "You can say this, don't your conscience hurt? My uncle even bought you food and clothing before. , Can not remember?"
Wen Yifan raised his head, unable to hide the boredom in his eyes. She didn't want to make herself too complacent, and she didn't want to put too much emotion on the person in front of her who had nothing to do with her current life.
"I do not know you."
Perhaps it was because he felt that Wen Yifan's words had offended him, and Che Xingde was even more annoyed, and wanted to come over to tease her again.
Aware of his intentions, Sang Yan immediately protected Wen Yifan behind him. He grabbed Che Xingde's arm and lowered his eyes as if he was looking at something dirty. The strength in his hands gradually tightened until he heard Che Xingde's pained cry.
Sang Yan's tone was calm: "You don't understand human words, do you?"
"You're sick! It's none of your business if I talk to my niece!" Che Xingde has been to this bar several times, and he recognizes Sang Yan, and just treats it as the boss who takes care of things, "Fuck you! What do you care about the house! Something is wrong!"
Sang Yan was too lazy to talk nonsense with him.
Noticing this movement, He Mingbo asked, "Brother Yan, what's going on?"
"Drink and go crazy here, ask the army to come in and take him out." Sang Yan didn't take Che Xingde seriously at all, and said casually, "Don't affect other guests."
"What did I do to get me out?" Che Xingde's body smelled of alcohol, and because of Sangyan's attitude, he began to splash, "The boss beats people and chases away guests, right! The boss is amazing, isn't it!"
Che Xingde's behavior made the surrounding customers gradually turn their attention to this side.
"What?" Sang Yan didn't care about other people's eyes at all, and said with a half-smile, "You said so, am I sorry for your words if I don't do anything?"
"… "
Wen Yifan grabbed Sang Yan's hand nervously.
Sang Yan held her back, lightly rubbed her fingertips with her fingertips, her eyes still on Che Xingde.
Seeing that his tone didn't seem to be joking, Che Xingde was also cowardly and did not dare to provoke again. He looked at Wen Yifan again, noticed their intimate behavior, and suddenly understood: "Shuangjiang, where are you dealing with this boss?"
Wen Yifan was silent.
"Oh, boss." Che Xingde changed his face quickly and smiled, "I'm her uncle, no malice. How can I be so tit for tat? I just haven't seen my niece for too long, I'm so excited—"
Before Che Xingde could finish speaking, the two security guards who were on duty outside had already come in and carried him out.
One of them also said casually: "Don't make trouble."
"What! What happened to me!" Che Xingde shouted again, "What are you doing!"
Sang Yan's eyebrows moved, and at a certain moment, he felt that Che Xingde's appearance was somewhat familiar. But that thought only flashed for a moment, and soon disappeared. He also couldn't remember when he had seen this man.
The original good mood was dissipated because of this. Sang Yan lowered her eyes and stared at Wen Yifan: "Go home?"
"Huh?" Wen Yifan came back to his senses and forced a smile, "Okay."
Sang Yan regretted calling Wen Yifan over tonight. He turned his head and instructed He Mingbo a few more words, then led Wen Yifan out of the bar. He asked in a low voice, "Did it just hurt you?"
Wen Yifan replied absentmindedly, "Huh?"
"That man," Sang Yan rubbed her wrist, "does it hurt to pull you?"
Wen Yifan then raised his head and curled his lips: "It doesn't hurt."
Sang Yan could clearly perceive Wen Yifan's emotions, and she could also clearly perceive that from the moment she met that man, her state was not quite right. His expression was unclear, and he asked again, "Do you recognize that man?"
"..." Wen Yifan was silent for a few seconds, then answered honestly, "It's my aunt's younger brother, and it has nothing to do with me. It's not even an uncle."
Sang Yan: "He's always been like this?"
Wen Yifan: "What?"
Sang Yan: "Attitude towards you."
Wen Yifan lowered his head again, trying to make his voice calmer: "I don't know him well. He's not a good person either. If you meet him again, don't worry about him. Just treat him as a stranger."
She never thought she'd meet these people again.
I don't even hope that this mess in my family will affect Sang Yan.
calm down.
After a while, Sang Yan suddenly said, "Wen Shuang Jiang."
Wen Yifan: "What's wrong?"
"If you have anything, you can tell me." Sang Yan said, "Anything will do."
Seemingly aware that his reaction had affected his mood, Wen Yifan smiled, and there was a hint of comfort in his voice: "It's not a big deal."
Afterwards, she withdrew her gaze and said in a calm tone, "It's all things that I can solve by myself."
The two went home.
After driving back for so long, Wen Yifan's state recovered. She looked normal, as if she had never seen the man just now, just chatting with Sang Yan as usual.
But don't mention what happened just now.
Wen Yifan soaked Sang Yan in a glass of honey water, and couldn't help but say, "Don't drink all the time, you have a lot of problems. If you smoke and drink, and stay up all night, your body will be broken sooner or later."
Sang Yan raised her eyebrows, feeling like she was being told like a jerk: "I just took two sips."
"That doesn't work either," Wen Yifan continued to pick on him, "You still drink ice water all the time."
Sang Yan smiled: "What's wrong with me drinking ice water?"
Wen Yifan: "It's not good for the stomach."
"Okay," Sang Yan is usually the most annoying, but now he thinks it's not bad, "Got it."
"Then go to bed early after drinking," Wen Yifan felt sleepy and yawned lazily. She sat next to Sang Yan and watched Sang Yan drink water, and suddenly leaned in and hugged him, "I'm going to bed."
Sang Yan hugged her back: "Are you in a bad mood?"
Wen Yifan shook his head: "I'm just sleepy."
"..." Seeing that she didn't want to say anything, Sang Yan didn't ask any more questions, and reached out and rubbed her head. The eyes of the two met, and he kissed her lips again, "Go to sleep."
After Wen Yifan returned to his room, Sang Yan stayed in the living room for a while. He lowered his head and tapped his fingertips on the wall of the cup a few times, as if thinking about something.
After a long time, Sang Yan got up to wash, and then returned to the room.
…
midnight.
Sang Yan woke up from her dream. His expression was a little ugly, and at this moment, he finally remembered where he had seen Che Xingde before.
Before that, Sang Yan had only seen this person once.
—When he went to Beiyu to meet Wen Yifan for the last time.
That day, Sang Yan got off the bus and habitually walked along the alley. Before coming, he sent Wen Yifan a message in advance, but this time he didn't get a reply from her.
He wanted to go downstairs to Wen Yifan's house and wait for her.
But before he got there, Sang Yan was at the intersection of the alley and saw Wen Yifan being entangled by a man.
The man's age was one round older than Wen Yifan, and he was a little fatter, pulling at what she was saying. With an extremely presumptuous smile on his face, he was particularly malicious.
At that moment, all Sang Yan's good mood disappeared with this scene. He immediately stepped forward and pulled Wen Yifan behind him. The young man was completely out of control, and he felt so violent that he even wanted him to kill the man in front of him directly.
The man was not tall, his body was still a little weak, and he fell to the ground in a few moments, making a pleading voice.
Before Sang Yan's emotions subsided, he was pulled by Wen Yifan and walked quickly in the other direction. He stared at the back of Wen Yifan's fair neck, and immediately asked, "Who is that person."
Wen Yifan didn't look back, his tone was calm: "I don't know."
The man's face gradually overlapped with the Che Xingde I saw today.
Sang Yan didn't want to believe his memory at all at this moment. He kept searching for Wen Yifan's expressions and emotions in his memories, but he couldn't remember them clearly.
Sang Yan closed her eyes, she didn't feel sleepy at all. He got up and left the room, and was about to go to the kitchen to get a bottle of ice water to drink, when he saw Wen Yifan sitting quietly on the sofa in the living room.
Seeing this, Sang Yan instantly understood something. He stopped walking in the direction of the kitchen and changed direction. Like every time before, he pulled the small stool by the sofa and sat in front of her.
As if unaware of his existence, Wen Yifan stared at the clock dully.
Sang extended his hand to hold hers and bent his lower lip: "Why do you have to look at the wall clock every time?"
Wen Yifan's eyes didn't blink, and he didn't say a word.
"Don't you find it scary to stay in the living room by yourself in the middle of the night? It's pitch-dark," Sang Yan said. "Otherwise, I won't close the door in the future, so you can go directly into my room, okay?"
Wen Yifan did not respond.
Sang Yan sat in front of her and didn't speak again after that. Just be with her quietly.
I do not know how long it has been.
Sang Yan saw Wen Yifan looked away from the wall clock and lowered his head. She stared at her hands on her knees, one of which was still held by Sang Yan. Her expression was dazed, almost the same as every time she planned to get up and go back to the room before.
He couldn't see what she looked like.
Just when Sang Yan thought her sleepwalking was about to end.
He suddenly felt something hit the back of his hand.
Sang Yan's expression was stunned for a moment, her eyes moved down, and she saw that she was holding Wen Yifan's hand with a drop of water.
He looked up again, and the smile on his lips faded.
Wen Yifan's eyes were empty, and he sat quietly on the spot. The surroundings were silent, and something was falling one by one, one after another.
It fell on the back of his hand like a star.
—It was her tears.