Sang Yan's eyelashes drooped, staring at the droplets of water that converged on the back of his hand and then fell down, his Adam's apple slowly rolling. Soon, he raised his eyes again and asked in a hoarse voice, "What's wrong?"
She didn't move, she didn't make any sound, only tears flowed uncontrollably in her eyes.
Like it can only be used this way.
Silently, in this empty night, digested those pains alone.
Sang Yan raised her hand and gently wiped the tears from her face. He felt that the extremely cold tears seemed to have turned into lava at this moment, burning his whole body into pain. His throat was dry and he was speechless.
After a long while, he called out, "Wen Shuangjiang."
Wen Yifan's eyes were still on his knees.
"You ask me if I have had a bad time these years."
"… "
"What about you?" Sang Yan's voice was very soft, "How are you doing?"
The two lived together for over a year.
After Wen Yifan first sleepwalked, Sang Yan checked the relevant information. I learned that there are many reasons for this condition, most of which are caused by lack of sleep and life pressure, as well as some trauma and painful experiences in the past.
Combined with Wen Yifan's schedule and work pressure, Sang Yan didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
Wen Yifan's sleepwalking was not frequent and regular, and Sang Yan noticed that she seemed to care about this matter. Later, if she sleepwalks again, as long as it doesn't have a big impact, he won't take the initiative to mention it again.
But Wen Yifan has sleepwalked so many times.
This is the first time Sang Yan saw her cry when she was sleepwalking.
Sang Yan wondered if anything else happened to Wen Yifan today. But based on her reaction today, and his recollections, the biggest reason she's crying here now is the man tonight.
he does not know.
Over the years, has she been haunted by this so-called "uncle"
He didn't know either.
Is it true that every time she experiences these unhappy things, she will be alone and cry silently this night.
It lasted several minutes.
Wen Yifan's tears stopped completely. She raised her eyes mechanically, looked at Sang Yan, and got up after a while. Sang Yan still held her hand and stood up following her movements off guard.
Then, Sang Yan faintly noticed that she seemed to hold his hand back. His eyelashes twitched and he followed behind her, thinking it was his own illusion, and tried to loosen his grip.
The hands of the two were still not separated.
Wen Yifan still held his hand.
Sang Yan's brows lifted lightly.
I thought that Wen Yifan would go to his room to sleep after sleepwalking like before. Unexpectedly, this time, when she passed the second bedroom, her footsteps did not stop, and she continued to walk forward.
Sang Yan didn't care too much.
After all, what she does every time she sleepwalks is not necessarily the same, and there are always deviations a few times.
Sang Yan continued to be led forward by her.
When he reached the door of the master bedroom, Wen Yifan raised his other hand and unscrewed the door handle. She went inside and took him in with him.
After the two came in.
Wen Yifan habitually turned around and slowly closed the door. Her movements were very natural, not much different from her usual appearance, just a little stiff and slow.
All the way to Wen Yifan's bed.
Sang Yan was thinking about putting her back on the bed, and when she returned to the room with nothing else, she felt Wen Yifan lifted his feet and climbed onto the bed. The strength that was holding him was still not loose, as if trying to pull him onto the bed together.
At this moment, Sang Yan realized that something was wrong.
"You let me sleep with you?"
Wen Yifan raised his eyes and looked at him quietly. He seemed to have no consciousness whatsoever. But inexplicably, Sang Yan had a feeling that she found some treasure in her dream and wanted to secretly take back her small base and take it as her own.
Her strength is not heavy, Sang Yan can actually drive as soon as she earns it.
But he always had a hunch.
If she broke free, she would have to cry like just now.
Although the two had slept in the same bed several times before.
But Sang Yan felt that being in her own private space and encroaching on her space were two different concepts. He stood still, and patiently made a suggestion: "Then go to my room, okay?"
Wen Yifan didn't respond.
Another moment of stalemate.
Seeing that she doesn't seem to have any intention of giving in.
Sang Yan compromised again, and no longer cared about this trivial matter. He lowered his eyes, swept around the bed, and then lay on the other side of the empty space. He always felt a little uncomfortable, and he didn't feel sleepy at all, so he just covered Wen Yifan with the quilt.
She still held his hand, as if she was finally relieved, and her eyes gradually closed.
Sang Yan lay beside her and looked down at her.
After a long time, he raised his head and gently kissed her forehead.
…
Early the next morning.
Wen Yifan opened his anxious eyes, and his first reaction could feel that he was being held by someone. Her eyelashes moved slowly, and she suddenly understood something. But because this kind of thing happened a lot of times, she didn't care too much.
She just woke up to herself.
When his consciousness was completely clear, Wen Yifan raised his eyes and looked around. The remaining drowsiness dissipated in an instant, and she immediately noticed something was wrong.
——This is her room.
Wen Yifan was stunned, and looked back at Sang Yan dully.
I saw that he was also awake at this time, his eyelids were drooping lazily, and he looked a little sleepy. Noticing her gaze, Sang Yan didn't seem to care. He closed his eyes again, hugged her waist extremely arrogantly, and pulled some into his arms.
Like wanting to sleep a little longer.
"… "
This calm and natural appearance made Wen Yifan wonder who the two of them were at fault.
She couldn't help saying, "This is my room."
Because she just woke up, Sang Yan's voice was a little low: "What?"
Wen Yifan: "Why are you here?"
"Why am I here?"
"… "
"Your attitude still makes me very sad." Sang Yan pressed her forehead against the back of her neck, her tone was leisurely, "You do the math, you set fire a few times, and this is the first time I light a lamp. -"
"No." Wen Yifan interrupted him and said with a good temper, "I just wanted to ask why you are here."
"Oh." Sang Yan smiled, "Why do you say?"
"..." Wen Yifan turned his head.
Sang Yan also raised his eyes.
The eyes of the two met, and after a few seconds, Wen Yifan came up with a guess: "Are you sleepwalking too?"
Sang Yan raised her eyebrows: "Of course not."
"Oh." Wen Yifan guessed again, "That is, you had nightmares in the middle of the night, or you were afraid of watching ghost movies and didn't dare to sleep alone. So you came to my room in the middle of the night?"
"Neither."
"Or, you just want to sleep with me."
This time Sang Yan took the initiative to explain: "You sleepwalk in the middle of the night."
Wen Yifan nodded: "Well, then what?"
Staring at her face, Sang Yan's eyes were dark, and he reached out and stroked her face slowly. Afterwards, he raised his lips and finished his words calmly: "Bring me to your room."
"… "
Wen Yifan imagined the scene.
She sleepwalked in the middle of the night, suddenly became extremely powerful, ran to Sang Yan's room, and easily carried him, a man who weighed more than 70 kilograms.
you fucking! It's all said and done! ! !
Wen Yifan suppressed his emotions, his tone was calm and calm: "I hug you...?"
Sang Yan didn't answer, as if tacitly agreeing.
"I can still..." Wen Yifan felt that Sang Yan was completely fooling her, but he couldn't say it directly, so he could only point out his logic step by step, "Can I hold you?"
Sang Yan looked at her expression, lowered her chin suddenly, and laughed to herself. He still didn't intend to change his words, and sighed extremely shamelessly: "I didn't expect it either."
"… "
Wen Yifan stopped arguing with this cheeky one. After all, this was completely different from the previous situation. He knew it was a fantasy, and he didn't need any evidence to prove it.
The two looked at each other for a few seconds again.
Wen Yifan choked out four words: "Then I'm fine."
"… "
"man."
Sang Yan hummed, and wanted to pull her back to sleep again.
Mentioning the words "Man'er", Wen Yifan remembered what happened when the two met for the first time. She lost her mind and wanted to mention this matter inexplicably: "Then except for the name--"
Sanyan glanced at her.
Wen Yifan continued, "I seem to be stronger than your man."
"… "
It's almost time for work.
After saying that, Wen Yifan felt a little regretful. Afraid that Sang Yan would care about her, she immediately got up, left a sentence and ran towards the bathroom.
"I'll make breakfast, you go to sleep."
After Wen Yifan finished washing up, Sang Yan was no longer in her room. The quilt has been made by him and laid flat on the bed. She stared at it for a few seconds, still unable to figure out why he appeared in her room.
I feel like my last guess was the most reasonable.
But according to Sang Yan's character, Wen Yifan felt that he couldn't do such a thing.
Wen Yifan really couldn't figure it out, so he could only ask the client for a while. She changed her clothes and walked out of the room towards the kitchen. She turned over the refrigerator, observed the ingredients in it, and planned to cook the noodles to finish the job.
Just after taking out the vegetables, Sang Yan also went into the kitchen, habitually taking a bottle of ice water out of the refrigerator.
The eyes of the two met.
Wen Yifan lowered his gaze, stopped the bottle of ice water in his hand, and raised it again. Freeze again for a few seconds. She didn't say anything, walked aside to get the pot, and asked warmly, "Is it okay to have noodles for breakfast?"
Sanyan paused in action. For a moment, he put the ice water back in silently.
"Row."
After the night passed, most of Wen Yifan's bad mood had dissipated. As she filled the pot with water, she watched his movements. Seeing this, the corners of her lips curved up, inexplicably wanting to laugh because of this small gesture.
Sang-yeon walks up to him and washes the side dishes and meatballs.
The two were chatting together.
Originally, Wen Yifan wanted to make breakfast, but in the end, most of it was done by Sang Yan. She sat down at the dining table, sipping the soup, and was about to ask Sang Yan why she woke up in her room.
Instead, Sang Yan said first: "Warm frost falls."
Wen Yifan: "Huh?"
Sang Yan raised her eyes and seemed to say casually, "I think I saw the man who said it was your uncle yesterday."
"… "
Wen Yifan's expression was stunned, and he thought of Che Xingde last night. She retracted her eyes tenderly, bit her face, and said honestly, "Well, you saw him when you came to me before."
"You seemed to say at the time," Sang Yan thought about his words, "you don't know him."
"Yes." Wen Yifan nodded and said gently, "Because I don't like this person. Every time I see him, I hide and walk away, and I don't want to have anything to do with him at all. Anyone who asks me, I always say I'm with this person. do not know."
"… "
Wen Yifan smiled and said, "What's wrong?" Sang Yan's eyes were on her face, as if observing her expression. His expression was unclear, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking, but he didn't seem to have any doubts about her words: "This person has been pestering you?"
"No." Wen Yifan lowered his head and continued eating noodles, "I haven't seen him since I went to college, I thought he was always in Beiyu. I don't know when he came to Nanwu."
Sang Yan still looked at her, this time without speaking.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed his gaze, and Wen Yifan raised his head. After thinking for a while, she could roughly guess what he was thinking, and added: "I never thought that I would meet this person again, and I have been living well."
Sang Yan pulled his lower lip: "That's fine."
As soon as these words fell, the table fell into silence.
Wen Yifan didn't know what to say, and he only felt that last night's incident was just a small episode, and there was no need to mention it again. But she didn't know what kind of situation the uncle's family was in now.
She didn't know if they were still living in Zhao Yuandong, or if they had settled in Nanwu, let alone whether they would return to Beiyu.
Wen Yifan felt that Nanwu was a big city.
If it's just a chance encounter, in fact, it shouldn't come across a few times in a lifetime.
But Wen Yifan felt uneasy.
He didn't know if the person Mu Chengyun mentioned before was Che Xingde, and he didn't know if he would find her in this way after he knew about Sang Yan's existence.
She didn't know what their intention was to suddenly move back to Nanwu.
I don't know if they will pester her.
Although Wen Yifan felt that there was no reason.
But also apprehensive about the possibility.
Thinking of this, Wen Yifan looked at the man in front of him again. Thinking of the incident where Che Xingde made trouble in his bar last night, her lips gradually straightened, and she said, "Sang Yan."
Sang Yan: "Huh?"
Wen Yifan actually had nothing to worry about, and was not at all afraid that these people would make a splash in her life. No matter what, she is no longer the child who could only rely on others and had no ability.
She didn't think these people could do anything.
But she was afraid that it would affect Sang Yan.
Wen Yifan met his eyes and instructed earnestly, "If that person went to work overtime to find you after yesterday. No matter what he says to you or what he wants, you don't need to pay attention to him."
Sang Yan looked at her, noticed her expression, laughed softly, raised her hand and rubbed her head hard. As if he didn't take it to heart at all, his tone was a bit playful: "What are you worried about?"
"… "
"If you brought up what happened a year ago, you can trouble me. How can I dare to talk to people casually?"
Hearing this, Wen Yifan instantly remembered what he had mentioned to him when he was drunk, "you laughed with four girls in one night". Her attention was instantly diverted, a little embarrassed.
If it weren't for this drunken remark, she wouldn't even know that she was paying attention to this matter at the time.
"Also, except for you," Sang Yan smiled, "do you think who can get things from me?"