Wen Yifan hadn't reacted too much, the sweetness of sugar remained in his mouth. She wanted to ask why there was so much sugar in the bag, why he wanted to eat what was in her mouth, but she was instantly distracted by his words.
"Is it sweet?"
Sang Yan's eyelashes drooped, and the tail of her eyebrows lifted slightly.
Wanting to confirm again, Wen Yifan put the candy in his hand into his mouth and tasted it again: "I feel fine."
"… "
"Will it be better if you chew it?" Wen Yifan raised his head and made a suggestion, "This is nougat. After chewing it, the milk taste should be heavier and less sweet."
"..." Sang Yan sometimes really felt like he was picking up a rock. He seemed a little speechless, and reminded in a low voice, "It has nothing to do with me chewing or not, understand?"
"But it's really delicious to chew on." Wen Yifan took another one and put it to his lips, "Are you really not going to eat it?"
Staring at her for a few seconds, this time Sang Yan didn't refute any more, she opened her mouth and bit in obedience.
Seeing that he didn't dislike the smell very much, Wen Yifan curled his lips. She also stuffed one into her mouth, which felt really delicious, and then sealed the opening.
The two left the square and walked towards the parking lot.
The flow of people varies from dense to sparse, from a bright and lively place to a dark and quiet street. Wen Yifan held Sang Yan's hand, and beside a car on the side of the road, he saw a bunch of couples kissing me and me.
Her eyes stopped, and she thought again of what Sang Yan had just hooked up with from her mouth.
Wen Yifan suddenly realized something and stopped.
Sang Yan turned her head sideways: "What?"
"I just realized what you meant just now," Wen Yifan paused, describing what had just happened bluntly, "Is the candy from my mouth pretty sweet?"
"… "
The quiet street, blowing the wind of late autumn, brought the sound of hula la in my ears.
The two looked at each other.
Wen Yifan felt that his reaction just now was too indifferent. She bowed her head suddenly, opened the bag again, and took a candy from it. Without asking Sang Yan's opinion this time, she just shoved it into his mouth with a bit of force.
"..." Sang Yan was unprepared, her teeth were knocked, and it hurt a little.
next moment.
Wen Yifan grabbed his collar and pulled it down. She bit his lip and pressed her teeth. She is not very good at doing this kind of thing, her movements are jerky than his, and the process seems slow.
It went on like this for a long time.
Aware of her difficulty, Sang Yan bent down, pressed the tip of her tongue against the sugar, and slowly pushed it into her mouth. Wen Yifan hooked it, took a few steps back after eating the candy, and met his dark eyes again.
"Oh." Wen Yifan said calmly, "it's quite sweet."
…
Back in the car, Wen Yifan habitually leaned over to fasten Sang Yan's seat belt, and saw that he was still smiling. Her expression was stagnant, and she couldn't help it a little: "What are you laughing at?"
Sang Yan tilted her head, the pear vortex on her lips was shallow: "Wen Shuangjiang, let me tell you something." Wen Yifan: "What?"
Sang Yan touched her lower teeth and felt a little numb. He looked a little arrogant, looking as if he felt that he was a sweet potato that everyone was fighting for, and said arrogantly: "Be gentler next time."
"..." Wen Yifan was silent for a few seconds, really didn't feel that he was exerting any force, "You're quite—"
He choked out two more words: "Delicate."
Sang Yan, who usually thinks he is a big man, has the audacity to recognize it at this time.
"Yes."
"… "
Why are you still willing to be Duosangjiao at this moment
Wen Yifan started the car, did not continue the topic, and said casually, "I seem to have forgotten to buy my car again."
Wen Yifan was busy with work during the National Day holiday, and then Sang Yan was injured again, causing her to forget about it. She thought for a while, and then asked, "Will it be cheaper to buy before the Spring Festival?"
"After the Spring Festival," Sang Yan remembered this earlier, but too many things happened recently, and he kept forgetting to remind her, "I'll go with you then."
Wen Yifan nodded. Just at the red light, she stopped the car and remembered something: "By the way, the landlord told me before that he wanted to recycle the house and let us move out before March next year."
"March next year..." Sang Yan pondered for a moment, pretending to be obscure to seek her opinion, "Let's talk about love for another half a year?"
Wen Yifan was stunned: "Ah."
The curvature of Sang Yan's lips gradually deepened, and she said lazily, "Ah, what are you talking about?"
"Isn't it good?" Wen Yifan felt that he was about to be dumped out of nowhere. He was not in a good mood as he was, and felt a little suffocated, "Why did we suddenly only talk for half a year."
What is his mate selection criteria
Do you break up if you don't share the lease
"… "
Sang Yan's brows twitched, although this is indeed a bit ambiguous, but he never expected to get such an answer. He pinched her face hard and clicked his tongue: "Say something human."
Sang Yan only let go when he saw the green light from the corner of his eye.
Wen Yifan continued to drive and gradually reacted. She was taken aback just now, but she was also a little depressed at the moment, and muttered, "Why are you so evasive in your speech recently."
Sang Yan looked at her coolly.
Wen Yifan thought for a while, but he didn't know how long it took for ordinary people to fall in love before getting married. After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't think of a reason, so I simply asked him: "I don't pay much attention to others. How long do other people usually talk about getting married?"
"Huh?" Sang Yan said without formality, "Usually a few weeks."
"… "
Sang Yan said casually: "We've been here for a long time."
"Oh."
Wen Yifan retracted his thoughts and thought for a while. In fact, she doesn't have a big standard for this matter, she can do it when she feels it is appropriate. But her current job is not very stable, and she always works overtime every three days.
Although Sang Yan's work is the same, it is not as irregular as her.
After thinking about it, Wen Yifan still wanted to wait for his work to stabilize before considering this matter. She estimated a time in her mind, feeling that she had to stretch it out a little longer: "Then—"
"Um?"
"Let's talk for another year or two?"
"… "
Although he never thought that he could get the result of prolonging the time, Sang Yan didn't care much about the time sooner or later, after all, it was a matter of time. This girl wants to talk about a longer relationship, so talk about it.
Anyway, with him.
The two chatted again, and then Sang Yan didn't bother her to drive anymore.
He was leaning against the back of the chair, his eyelids drooping, and he was inexplicably sleepy. Under this silence, Sang Yan recalled the topic of dance that Wen Yifan had just mentioned, and his mood gradually became worse.
In high school, Sang Yan saw Wen Yifan cry twice.
Once on that bus, and another time, she was called to talk by her dance teacher.
Sang Yan didn't know exactly what they said, but just happened to see her coming out of the office at that moment. He wanted to stop her, but before she was born, he saw that she didn't go in the direction of the classroom, but instead went in the direction of another teaching building.
Looking very depressed.
Not knowing what she was going to do, Sang Yan paused, then followed.
He saw Wen Yifan walking to the stairwell next to the reading room, there was hardly anyone else in the area at this time. As if she had lost her soul, she walked down a few floors and sat in the corner.
No sound was made.
After a while, her shoulders trembled slightly, as if she was holding back her tears.
At that time, Sang Yan didn't quite know what happened, but she could guess that she might feel sad and powerless because her foot injury affected her dancing.
I feel there is no way.
He could only sit quietly behind her, unable to say any words of comfort.
But until today, Sang Yan didn't know why she really cried.
The pain she endured in high school.
It all seems to be the prelude to that day.
On that day, his Ah Jiang was forcibly broken off his wings.
…
After driving the car back to the community, Wen Yifan was about to get out of the car when he suddenly noticed Sang Yan's absent-minded appearance. She leaned over, shook her palm in front of him, and asked, "What are you thinking?"
Sang Yan recovered and looked at her for a while: "Wen Shuang Jiang."
"Um?"
"I'm going to keep walking with you until I tell you something like this." Sang Yan met her eyes, her appearance changed from her usual rudeness, and she was too serious, "In addition to looking for someone else, you want to go Do anything else, and I'll support you."
"… "
"Don't let your life pass by, you know? Your life is still very long," Sang Yan said to her with her head sideways, "it's not too late to do anything."
Wen Yifan understood his words instantly.
She moved her lips and wanted to say something, but she couldn't say anything at this moment.
She didn't seem to have to give any response. After speaking, Sang Yan rubbed her head hard: "Have you heard?"
Wen Yifan Ne Ne nodded: "Yes."
Sang Yan: "Okay, then go home."
After getting out of the car.
Wen Yifan took the initiative to hold his hand and said softly, "Sang Yan, what I just told you is the truth."
"Um?"
"I used to think that my family had lied to everyone because they felt that dancing was expensive and that it would be hard for me to keep picking on it, so I lied to everyone." Wen Yifan said, "But now I don't think it matters. That's why I want to take the initiative to tell you."
Sang Yan pinched her fingertips.
"I'm not the same now as I was then. At that time, I felt that I was weak and could do nothing about anything." Wen Yifan said slowly, "I feel that it is useless to refute and tell, so I just keep silent."
Because there is nothing to rely on.
"But I can do whatever I want now, and I don't have to look at other people's faces anymore." Wen Yifan said, "It's like when my dad didn't die, because he supports me in whatever I want to do."
She pursed her lips and said again: "Then, I have you now."
I don't know when it started, but Wen Yifan was very sure that she had to rely on again.
"I really think it's good to be a news reporter now. All my energies have been devoted to it these years. I'm not very reconciled if I give up being a reporter now to do other things." Wen Yifan thought for a while and smiled. Get up, "But I can be like you."
Sang Yan's Adam's apple slid and looked at her: "What?"
"Don't you have a top-notch side business?" Wen Yifan said seriously, "I want to continue dancing someday, so I can consider this as my side business."
Sang Yan smiled: "Alright."
The two walked over and waited for the elevator.
Wen Yifan was facing him, half leaning against the wall. In this quiet atmosphere, she somehow wanted to say something hypocritical: "Sang Yan, do you think my father sent you to be nice to me?"
Sang Yan raised her eyelashes and denied it quickly: "No."
"… "
Two seconds passed.
He added casually, "I do it of my own accord."