Sensing her tone, Sang Yan leaned closer, reached out to hold her chin, and lifted it up. His eyes were like paint, and he looked as if he didn't understand her words: "When is it?" "The college entrance examination results will come out," Wen Yifan met his eyebrows, his voice was soft and slow, "you come to Beiyu Find me the day."
"..." Maybe he didn't expect such an answer, Sang Yan's expression paused for a while, and his expression showed no emotion. After a few seconds, he lightly pulled the corner of his lips and said lazily, "Did it rain that day?"
Wen Yifan didn't say anything, just nodded.
"I'm drenched, so what's the apology?" Sang Yan moved her hand and pinched her face. As if he didn't take that matter seriously, he frowned frivolously, "What's wrong with my eldest man in the rain? Why is he so delicate."
Wen Yifan looked at him quietly with a tight throat.
Sang Yan's tone was idle: "Why do you treat your partner like a delicate flower all day long."
"… "
"Let's go," Sang Yan didn't continue the topic, opened the umbrella, and asked incidentally, "Have you had dinner yet?"
Wen Yifan followed next to him: "Have an airplane meal."
"Can you be full?" Sang Yan said, "Eat some later."
"it is good."
In the past two days, the two have not communicated much, and the only conversations are through WeChat text communication. Plus, their last conversation wasn't pleasant, and the atmosphere was a little uncomfortable at the moment.
Wen Yifan couldn't help peeking at him: "Are we going to Yida now?"
Sanyan hummed.
Including college and work, Wen Yifan has been in the city for six years.
Although she has been away for two years, she is still familiar with the city: "You can take the airport bus over there, and there are direct buses. But for the two of us, the price of taking a taxi directly to Yida is also-"
Before he finished speaking, Wen Yifan noticed that Sang Yan was basically leading the way. Her voice was choked, and she said: "Oh, you just came from there, you should know the way..."
Sang Yan: "Well, stop a car."
Wen Yifan: "Okay."
The two got into a taxi parked next to the airport.
Wen Yifan got into the car first, sat in the back seat, and reported to the driver "Yihe University". The next moment, Sang Yan also got into the car, glanced at her, and habitually came over to fasten her seat belt.
Then sat back.
Wen Yifan glanced in his direction.
Perhaps sensing her gaze, Sang Yan quickly pulled the seat belt and fastened it to herself.
Seeing this, Wen Yifan remembered the conversation between the two in the car the day she was drunk. She licked her lower lip and took the initiative to chat with him: "How about only in Yihe?"
These words seem to make Sang Yan think of something, and his voice is cool: "It's good."
Wen Yifan said with concern, "Then have you made peace with her?"
Earlier, Wen Yifan overheard Sang Yan and Sang Zhi on the phone by chance.
The content of the conversation was roughly that Sang Zhi found a graduate student boyfriend in Yihe, and he stayed at school for the summer vacation and did not go home. The two also quarreled about it, and it continued for a long cold war after that.
"What about her boyfriend?" Wen Yifan asked curiously, "Have you met?"
"..." After a long time, Sang Yan said, "I see."
Wen Yifan snorted: "How are people?"
Sang Yan: "You've seen the photos."
The light inside the car was dim, and Wen Yifan couldn't see Sang Yan's expression clearly. She had never seen a photo of a man that Sang Yan took the initiative to show her, and she was a little confused: "When?"
This time Sang Yan said the name directly: "Duan Jiaxu."
"..." After reacting for a long time, Wen Yifan came to a paradoxical understanding, and then came to a conclusion, "Is the only target is your college roommate? It's your scandalous target."
Sang Yan hummed casually.
Wen Yifan asked again, "So your roommate is now a graduate student at Yihe University?"
Sang Yan sneered.
"I remember," Wen Yifan recalled that he had been at home before and had called Duan Jiaxu several times, "Didn't you ask him to help you take care of your sister before?"
This is like a steady stream of supplementary knives towards Sang Yan's chest. He didn't speak, and looked in her direction again.
Wen Yifan didn't quite understand and looked back at him blankly. Before long, she gradually figured out a situation from it: "Didn't they both tell you? You only found out when you came over."
Sang Yeon is still looking at her.
Wen Yifan thought about the reason why the two quarreled before he came to Yihe.
It's also because he didn't tell him and kept him in the dark. As a result, he flew a few hours to Yihe, and received the same treatment from his roommate and sister...
She fell silent immediately.
The car fell silent again.
After a while, Sang Yan took the initiative to mention: "Choose a hotel."
Wen Yifan raised his eyes.
Sang Yan: "Didn't you help me choose a few before?"
"..." This is what Wen Yifan said to Sang Yan in the car at the time, she thought he didn't listen at all. She nodded quickly and took out her phone from her pocket, "Then see which one you like."
Sang Yan flipped through the favorites, picked one at random, and returned the phone to her.
Wen Yifan: "This one?"
Sang Yan: "Yeah."
As for the room type, Wen Yifan hesitated for a while before choosing a standard twin room: "Then I booked a room?"
Sangyeon looked at her immediately.
Afraid that he would not be happy, Wen Yifan added: "Two beds."
Sang Yan's eyes were meaningful, and after a while he replied, "Okay."
After booking the hotel, Wen Yifan reported the name of the hotel to the driver and asked him to drive the car directly downstairs.
Sang Yan turned her head sideways, her eyes fell, and stopped on her thigh covered by trousers: "Did you bring medicine?"
Wen Yifan didn't react: "What medicine?"
"Leg injury."
Wen Yifanne said, "I forgot."
Sang Yan nodded and said nothing.
When approaching the destination, Sang Yan looked out the window and suddenly asked the driver to stop. Then, the two got out of the car directly here. Wen Yifan was a little dazed: "Why are you here?"
Sang Yan opened her umbrella and gestured with her eyes: "Go buy medicine."
Following his gaze, Wen Yifan raised his eyes, only to notice that there was a pharmacy next to him.
After leaving the pharmacy, the two walked side by side in the direction of the hotel.
Wen Yifan lowered his head and stared at his empty hand. She was not used to such a state, and her palms were slightly closed, and then opened again: "Sang Yan."
Sang Yan looked ahead: "Huh?"
Wen Yifan whispered, "Why don't you hold me."
"..." Sang Yan stopped and turned her head to look at her, "I'm not trying to get my luggage and umbrella, I'm out of hands."
"Then I'll pick up the luggage, okay?" Wen Yifan said seriously, "I want you to hold me."
Sang Yan stared straight at her, and after three seconds of silence, he suddenly lowered his head and laughed. His eyebrows stretched out, and the pear vortex on his lips was looming: "Wen Shuangjiang, what are you acting like a spoiled brat?"
The stiff atmosphere seemed to disappear with her words, returning to the way it was before.
Wen Yifan was stunned. Only then did she realize that she was acting like a spoiled child, and she was a little hot and nervous. She maintained a calm and composed look, and the request to force herself was reasonable.
"Oh." Sang Yan raised her eyebrows, her tone dragged, and her tone was a little arrogant, "So you came to Yihe just to come over and hold hands with me."
"… "
Saying that, Sang Yan handed her the umbrella: "Take it."
Wen Yifan took it subconsciously.
Sang Yan reminded: "Use that hand to hold it, otherwise how can I hold it?"
Wen Yifan obediently changed hands.
The next moment, Sang Yan took her hand and squeezed it in the palm of her hand. His palms are thick and warm, and the strength of his grip is heavy, but it will not make her feel pain. Just feel safe.
Wen Yifan was a head shorter than him, and holding the umbrella in this position was a bit difficult. She paid attention to Sang Yan's expression and thought to herself that he seemed to like to act like a spoiled child.
Fortunately, the pharmacy was not far from the hotel they booked, and it took less than five minutes to walk there. The two entered the nine o'clock gate, took out their ID cards, and went to the front desk to check in.
During this gap, Sang Yan suddenly asked, "Why didn't you tell me before coming over?"
Wen Yifan answered honestly, "I'm afraid you won't let me over."
"..." Sang Yan looked at her.
"I'm afraid you don't really want to see me now."
Sang Yan squeezed her hand hard: "Tell me something that people can listen to."
After thinking for a while, Wen Yifan asked politely, "Then why are you going back all of a sudden?"
Sang Yan: "See if you don't reply."
Wen Yifan was stunned: "Because I was on the plane..."
"I know, remember to tell me next time." Sang Yan rubbed her head vigorously and said slowly, "Otherwise you call me later, and I will be on the plane back to Nanwu."
"… "
After the two got the room card, they took the elevator back to the room.
Sang Yan put down her luggage and glanced at the time on her watch: "Want to go out to eat, or order a takeaway?"
Wen Yifan didn't want to move as soon as he entered the room: "Order takeaway."
"Okay." Sang Yan handed her the phone and turned on the air conditioner, "Go to take a shower after ordering, it's time to take the medicine."
Wen Yifan listened to Sang Yan's advice and ordered two meals, then opened the duffel bag and took out his own change of clothes. She walked into the toilet and gradually began to wander, remembering her purpose for coming here.
Been dragging it all the way and haven't mentioned it yet.
At first he mentioned it, but he finally pulled the topic off.
From last night until now, Wen Yifan has been thinking about how to tell him. After the topic was over, she didn't know how to bring it up again. I just don't think it's a pleasant thing.
No matter how you say it, it will lead to a heavy atmosphere.
She sighed, feeling more and more nervous and anxious.
Wen Yifan didn't know what kind of reaction Sang Yan would give when he found out.
But she knows.
Sang Yan is different from the others.
He must be different.
…
When Wen Yifan came out of the bathroom, the takeaway had already been delivered.
Sang Yan was sitting on one of the beds at this time, holding a medicine bag in his hand: "Come here, apply the medicine before eating."
Wen Yifan walked over and sat next to him, watching him take out the medicine bottle and cotton swab from the medicine bag. She lowered her eyes and stared at the red rope on his right wrist and the small snowflake pendant above.
She was a little lost.
I recalled San Yan's words again.
——"Wen Yifan, can you consider my feelings?"
"Do you think I can't believe it?"
Thinking of how Sang Yan finally sorted out her trouser legs in silence. He lowered his head, his back was slightly curved, and the emotion on his face was extremely flat, but it made people feel the powerlessness he was hiding. It was completely different from his usual appearance.
Sang Yan held her calf, staring at the injury on her leg, frowning: "Have you touched the water again?"
Wen Yifan came back to his senses: "Ah, I just accidentally got it."
Sang Yan's tone was not very good: "Don't wash it tomorrow."
"… "
Then, Sang Yan picked up the cotton swab and wiped the water off her wound again and again. His lip line was straightened, and he looked obviously in a bad mood, but his demeanor was extremely light.
As if he was afraid that it would hurt her if heavier.
Wen Yifan stared at his slightly lowered head, his palms gradually tightened, and he mustered up the courage to speak: "Sang Yan, this wound was made a few days ago. I met Che Xingde in the parking lot of the unit that day, and that's the one. Said to be my uncle's."
Hearing this, Sang Yan raised her eyes: "Well."
"In Nanwu, the first time I saw him was years ago. I worked overtime in the middle of the night once," Wen Yifan said. "He was the party involved, and he crashed while driving. But nothing happened at the time, and he was with you later. See him at 'Overtime'."
"Then he probably knew that I was working in Nanwu Radio and Television, and he started to wait for me downstairs in my unit, but I didn't meet him a few times."
"That day he wanted me to give him 10,000 yuan, but I ignored him, so he grabbed my bag and pushed me." Wen Yifan's tone was calm when he said these things, "Then I I called the police and nothing happened."
Sang Yan listened quietly, and the movements of her hands did not stop, gently helping her with the medicine.
After a while.
"I didn't tell you the truth before." Wen Yifan seldom confided to others, speaking very slowly, "After my father died, my stepsister didn't like me very much. Then my mother sent me to My grandma raised it."
"But then my grandmother was not in good health, so I was sent to my uncle." Wen Yifan whispered, "My uncle's family didn't like me very much either."
"In high school, we were called parents for the second time because of our puppy love. My uncle passed by. I was in a bad mood when I got home that day, so I lost my temper with you on the phone." Wen Yifan sipped hard Lips, dare not look at him, "I'm sorry, but what I said is not the truth, I don't find you annoying."
Sang Yan's movements stopped.
"After I moved to Beiyu, Che Xingde moved in when I was in my third year of high school." Wen Yifan's tone became a bit difficult when he mentioned this, "That is, he has been harassing me."
Hearing this, Sang Yan put down the cotton swab in his hand. His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his voice became hoarse: "Wen Shuangjiang, if you don't want to say it, we won't say it."
"No, I don't want to say," Wen Yifan shook his head and continued, "He came into my room one night during the week of filling out the application form..."
Wen Yifan lowered his head, his eyes were a little empty, and he skipped this passage: "But nothing major happened. Because my uncle and the others come back at three in the morning every night, and they came back on time that day."
Sang Yan closed her eyes and held her in his arms, unable to say a word.
He didn't dare to think about it at all.
I didn't dare to think about how she got here during that time.
The girl who has no temper, has a soft personality, and is extremely gentle with everyone.
How did you get over it after encountering such a thing.
"I really signed up for NTU at the beginning, I wanted to go to a university with you, I didn't lie to you." Wen Yifan's eyes became red and he became a little incoherent, "But something bad happened. "
"I am, I didn't know what to do at the time, and no one helped me."
Wen Yifan held back his tears: "Sang Yan, no one is on my side."
She didn't want to cry at all.
I just think she shouldn't cry.
Because even if she was treated badly, it wasn't the reason she used to hurt Sang Yeon.
"I didn't think about anything at the time, I just didn't want to stay in Beiyu and Nanwu anymore. I just wanted to go somewhere far away." Wen Yifan said, "I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you."
"… "
"I'm sorry, I said such unpleasant things to you."
So many years.
She never thought about that time again.
I just remember that she had a very serious tone and said very bad things to Sang Yan.
But as time passed, it gradually faded away.
Think about it again today.
She just remembered.
She used to say that.
She had said such a bad thing.
Sang Yan increased his strength and carried her to his lap. His voice was hoarse, and caressed the corners of her red eyes, his tone seemed serious and casual: "Do you remember what I said to you at that time?"
Wen Yifan raised his head: "What?"
At this moment, it was like returning to that dark alley.
The two stood under the pitch-black rain curtain, covered by a small umbrella, and drew very close. Everything around is pulling away, the rain is rustling, and the darkness is disappearing.
The face of the young man in front of him opened, and his facial features were tougher and more mature than before, repeating in a low voice.
"Is there anything you want to tell me?"
That year, the girl who closed herself up and gave no answer in silence.
At this time, a different answer was also given.
"…some."
Sang Yan raised the corners of his lips: "Then say it now."
Wen Yifan took a breath: "I like you to come to Beiyu to find me, I don't think it's annoying to come out to see you."
Sang Yan: "Well. Is there anything else?"
"I just think I changed my vocation, I didn't do it well, I forgot to tell you." Wen Yifan said, "Also, Yihe is so far away from Nanwu, I don't want you to keep coming here like you were in high school. Find me."
"anything else."
"I haven't made an appointment with anyone else, I just made an appointment with you."
"Um."
"I think," Wen Yifan looked at his eyebrows and tears finally fell, "I'm not worthy of you."
Sang Yan wiped away her tears: "Take this sentence back."
"… "
"Wen Shuangjiang, why don't you think I've been looking for someone for so many years?" Sang Yan stared at her with an arrogant tone and eyes above the top, "I only see the best, understand?"
"… "
Wen Yifan stared at him in a daze, his mind occupied by the word "best" he said. She continued to say everything she wanted to say: "I didn't use you as a spare tire."
"Um."
"For so many years, I have never liked anyone other than you."
"Um."
"I'm sorry, Sang Yan." As if removing the stones that had accumulated in his chest for many years, Wen Yifan slowly finished the last sentence, holding back his choking, "I missed the appointment."
Sang Yan looked down at her: "Well."
In a very quiet room.
The lights are bright, and the rain outside the window is getting bigger, but it can't affect them for half a minute.
That biting rainy night, the time covered in mud and bottomless darkness, the past that neither of them wants to talk about again. At this moment, it has finally become the past.
After half an hour.
Wen Yifan felt that something warm fell on his forehead. Along with this, Sang Yan solemn and clear sentence.
"I forgive you."