First Frost

Chapter 80

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When he got home, Wen Yifan took a box and packed the handmade candy. The topic of moving was just diverted by Sang Yan's words. She wanted to bring it up again, but thinking that there were still several months, she was not in a hurry.

Wen Yifan, as usual, cleaned up Sang Yan before returning to his room.

He didn't seem to tell his family about Sang Yan's injury. Wen Yifan heard him call his family several times these days, and the general purpose was to let him go home for a meal.

But Sang Yeon is shirk every time because of the injury on his hand, so that his parents seem to have a big opinion on him now.

Sanyan didn't care about this.

It seems that he has long been used to this kind of treatment.

Wen Yifan guessed that he probably wanted to wait until the weather turned cooler and he could put on a coat to cover the wound before going back. She sat on the bed and flipped her phone at random.

When noticing Zhao Yuandong's news, Wen Yifan remembered what Zheng Kejia had told Sang Yan today.

She clicked in.

Just glanced at the latest news.

[A Jiang, can my mother see you?]

Wen Yifan stared at her for a long time, clicked on her avatar, and stayed at the delete button for a few seconds. In the end, she sighed lightly, still did not press down, and backed out again.

Her mind was empty, thinking about a bunch of miscellaneous things, and soon returned to tonight.

Sang Yan's last words before entering the elevator.

——"I voluntarily."

Wen Yifan blinked lightly, and that little bit of bad mood was instantly replaced by this man. The corners of her lips curled up, she pulled the pillow into her arms and rolled on the bed.

The next day, Wen Yifan accompanied Sang Yan to the hospital to change her dressings. His injuries are recovering well, the wounds are neatly aligned, and there is no redness and swelling. The doctor asked him to come for a follow-up visit in another week, and then decide whether to remove the stitches after seeing the situation.

Wen Yifan estimated the time and it happened to be her birthday.

It was still Saturday, but this time Wen Yifan didn't have a day off and had to go to work. However, the working hours of the reporter are very flexible. She got up early that day and accompanied Sang Yan to the hospital to remove the stitches before returning to work in Taiwan with peace of mind.

In the afternoon, Wen Yifan made an appointment to meet with a witness.

The location was about a coffee shop near the witness's house.

After the interview, Wen Yifan thanked the other party. After the people left, she looked at the computer and began to write the manuscript after scrutinizing her thoughts. Just when she heard the phone ring, she picked it up at will and turned it on.

It's Sanyan's news.

Sang Yan: [Where is]

Wen Yifan directly sent him a location.

Sang Yan: [Get off work?]

Wen Yifan: [Well, I'll go home after I finish writing the manuscript.]

Sang Yan: [I'm here to pick you up.]

Wen Yifan responded well and continued to write. After typing the last word, she checked it and mailed the manuscript to the editor. She breathed a sigh of relief, packed her things and walked out.

As soon as he walked out of the cafe, Wen Yifan bumped into a woman who was about her height.

Wen Yifan subconsciously apologized, and when he wanted to bypass her and continue to walk forward, the woman grabbed his arm.

A familiar voice came to my ears.

"... Ah Jiang?"

Wen Yifan raised his eyes and instantly met Zhao Yuandong's haggard face. Her expression was a little stagnant, and she never thought that in a place as big as Nanwu, she could meet Zhao Yuandong by chance. Zhao Yuandong's appearance is more cramped than before: "Are you here to meet your friends?"

Wen Yifan smiled and said concisely: "No, work."

"I and your Uncle Zheng just had dinner nearby." Compared with the last time we met, Zhao Yuandong seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and his cheeks were sunken, "He's back to work overtime at the company now, I'll go back this way. Family."

Wen Yifan nodded, not knowing what to say.

When she was thinking about what reason to leave, Zhao Yuandong spoke up again, with a little pleading in her words: "A Jiang, today is your birthday. Shall we talk?"

The two stood deadlocked outside the store for a moment.

Wen Yifan compromised, his voice was very soft: "I have something to do in a while, so I may not be able to talk for long."

Zhao Yuandong hurriedly said, "Mom won't take up too much of your time."

The place where we can talk recently is the cafe where Wen Yifan just came out. This time, she chose a position against the glass wall in the store, and while listening to Zhao Yuandong's words, she stared absently at the road of people coming and going outside.

For so many years, the communication between the two mothers and daughters has been pitiful.

Relationships are even more awkward than strangers.

After a few words of greetings, Zhao Yuandong carefully cut to the subject.

"A Jiang, do you know about your aunt and her brother?"

Wen Yifan hummed.

"Also, you do the news..." Zhao Yuandong smiled reluctantly, "I never thought that Che Xingde was such a person. I thought he was just incapable, but I didn't expect to do such a thing."

Picking up the water glass in front of him, Wen Yifan took a sip.

The table was silent for a while.

Zhao Yuandong's voice trembled, and after holding it for a long time, she mustered up the courage to ask, "A Jiang, at that time, he probably didn't do anything to you..."

Wen Yifan looked at her in silence, and after a while he said, "How should I answer this question."

Zhao Yuandong was so ashamed that she was speechless.

Wen Yifan said in a low voice, "It's been a long time."

"I..." Zhao Yuandong's eyes turned red, and her voice became choked, "It's my mother who's sorry for you... I cared too little about you at that time, I thought nothing would happen with your uncle, I did it. No…”

Wen Yifan listened quietly.

Zhao Yuandong didn't wipe away her tears: "Mom doesn't ask for your forgiveness, I just want to see you once in a while, okay?"

Seeing her guilty and painful appearance, Wen Yifan did not answer immediately. She drooped her eyelashes, pulled the corner of her lower lip, and said slowly, "Actually, I haven't felt too sad about the uncle's family treating me."

"… "

"Because I don't think it's their obligation to raise me." Wen Yifan's voice was calm, "They really don't need that, they want to be nice to me."

Zhao Yuandong moved her lips.

Before the words came out, Wen Yifan pursed his lips and said, "But you, you make me feel very uncomfortable."

"… "

"Let me always doubt myself very much." Wen Yifan murmured, "Why, why is this happening."

Why exactly.

My mother loves other people's children more than I do.

Where am I going wrong

Am I doing something wrong.

Am I not good enough.

Am I not worthy of being loved at all.

"Why should you love my mother the most in this world?" Wen Yifan stared at the woman in front of him, his eyes a little red, and his words became heavy uncontrollably, "Don't love me at all."

"..." Zhao Yuandong, with tears still falling, immediately denied, "No, it's because..."

Here she stops.

Can't explain any more.

What else could it be because of

"I know." Wen Yifan restrained his emotions, and his expression quickly recovered, "It doesn't matter, you have a new family. You should think more about yourself."

"… "

"I should have understood when you sent me to grandma's house." Wen Yifan felt amused, "When you didn't listen to me many times, ignored me many times for the sake of your new family, and when I asked you for help , still chooses to cover his eyes."

Wen Yifan repeated: "—I should have understood."

Zhao Yuandong just lowered her head, as if she was extremely guilty, feeling that she was not even qualified to shed tears.

Wen Yifan's thoughts drifted a little, and he didn't speak again. She looked at the thin and haggard woman in front of her, and in a trance, she couldn't help thinking of what happened many years ago.

Before he was admitted to Nanwu No. 1 Middle School, Wen Yifan knew that Wen Liangzhe was ill and that he had to undergo surgery. But at that time, Wen Liangzhe told her that it was just a minor illness, and it would be no big problem if she took good care of her body.

Wen Yifan always believed everything Wen Liangzhe said.

I also remember that Wen Liangzhe did indeed maintain the gentle and spirited look he had before.

Wen Yifan didn't think too much.

After entering high school, because Wen Liangzhe's work place moved to another city, Wen Yifan saw him significantly less time. But she often gets calls from her father, and she has no doubts about it.

I just miss him so much, and every time I call him, I urge him to go home quickly.

He didn't notice that his voice was getting weaker.

At that time, everyone thought she was still young.

Everyone was hiding from her that Wen Liangzhe was sick.

Wen Yifan rushed to see Wen Liangzhe for the last time. He seemed to be completely uneasy, his eyes were full of guilt and pain, and he said to her with difficulty: "Dad's Shuangjiang must grow up well."

"Be happy every day as you are now."

"Take good care of mother, you are the only one she can rely on."

Wen Yifan shed tears and responded sentence by sentence. She hadn't heard whether Wen Liangzhe told Zhao Yuandong anything, but she could guess that it should be similar.

To take good care of Zhao Yuandong, their only daughter.

- You are her only support.

That night.

Wen Liangzhe passed away.

After that, less than three months passed.

Wen Yifan was taken by Zhao Yuandong to meet his current stepfather Zheng Huayuan when he returned home from school. She was completely unacceptable at the time and felt extremely absurd and outrageous.

Wen Yifan didn't mind Zhao Yuandong's remarriage.

But it shouldn't be when Wen Liangzhe died only three months ago.

Zhao Yuandong explained to her that because Wen Liangzhe had been ill for a long time, she had been living in pain during this time. And Zheng Huayuan has been helping her and calming her down.

In the end, because Wen Yifan did not soften his attitude at all, Zhao Yuandong said, "I'm pregnant."

"… "

After a long silence.

Wen Yifan asked her, "Did you cheat?"

Zhao Yuandong cried and denied it.

It is said that their relationship began to develop after Wen Liangzhe passed away. She couldn't do anything that was sorry to Wen Liangzhe, but she just felt very tired and felt that she would not be able to last without any support.

In the end, Wen Yifan could only compromise.

She has no way to force it, everyone should spend so much time cherishing Wen Liangzhe like her.

Later, Zhao Yuandong did not keep that child. She accidentally fell and miscarried.

Everything went on like this.

On the day Beiyu saw Sang Yan for the last time, Wen Yifan suddenly didn't want to stay in this place anymore. She returned to Chen Xi's house and asked her to help get the admission letter. After that, she took the high-speed train back to Nanwu.

Wen Yifan knew that Zhao Yuandong had been to Beiyu after the incident at that time.

But Wen Yifan didn't want to see her.

After arriving in Nanwu, Wen Yifan returned to Zheng's house according to his impression. She only asked Zhao Yuandong for the money Wen Liangzhe left her, and finally said mechanically, "I will keep in touch with you."

Because Dad wants me to take good care of you.

"The only requirement," Wen Yifan said, "you can't tell Wen Liangxian's family my contact information."

They treat me like that.

Even if you are not on my side, you should consider my emotions.

Zhao Yuandong agreed.

But after Wen Yifan returned to Nanwu, he went to Zheng's house for the first time and saw Che Yanqin. And Zhao Yuandong didn't seem to take what she said to heart, and still felt that Che Yanqin was the "beneficiary" who took care of Wen Yifan for many years.

After being interrupted by the waiter serving drinks, Wen Yifan regained his senses and asked casually, "Why did Zheng Kejia ask me to come back to you? Did you tell her?"

Zhao Yuandong wiped her tears with a tissue, her expression gloomy: "She..."

"… "

"Your stepfather has someone outside." After holding back for a while, Zhao Yuandong smiled bitterly and finished, "After arguing a few times, he told me that he would not do it again. Jiajia may want you to come and accompany me."

Hearing this, Wen Yifan paused: "It's not enough for her to accompany you."

Zhao Yuandong lowered her head, her tone a little disappointed: "After all, they are the father and daughter, and she still helps her father..."

Like history repeating itself.

What happened to Wen Yifan at that time also made Zhao Yuandong go through a lot at this time.

——None of them were the ones who were firmly chosen.

Wen Yifan did not comment on this, and did not want to interfere in Zhao Yuandong's life. She paid attention to the time she took off her phone and smiled: "During this time, I have been thinking about how to deal with our relationship. I have never deleted your contact information. I am always worried that something will happen to you. I don't know what to do here."

After all, unlike others, they are mothers and daughters connected by blood, and it is extremely difficult to let go of the relationship.

Wen Yifan said in a self-deprecating manner: "But I seem to think too much - after all, you have been ignoring me all these years. I still come here like that."

"… "

"Because I have never talked to you, I always feel that there is a stone pressing down in my heart." Wen Yifan said, "But after the meeting today, I will delete all contact information about you."

Wen Yifan's pupils were pale, but not at all soft, and his gentle voice was a bit cruel: "I hope you can think that your daughter was killed by Che Xingde that night."

Zhao Yuandong's face turned pale.

Along the glass, at this time, Wen Yifan saw Sang Yan's figure. He was wearing short-sleeved trousers and looked around, as if looking for a location. Holding a mobile phone in his hand, he tapped the screen twice with his fingertips and put the phone to his ear.

Wen Yifan's eyes were fixed, and after a few seconds, the phone on the table rang as she expected.

She picked it up.

Sang Yan said directly: "Still writing?"

Wen Yifan put the bag on his back and said honestly, "I'm done."

"Okay." At the same time as she said this, Sang Yan also looked over, following the transparent glass, and caught sight of her. He raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in a timid tone, "Not coming out yet? What are you waiting for?"

Wen Yifan said with a good temper, "It's coming soon."

Seemingly finding a man sitting opposite Wen Yifan, Sang Yan asked again, "Who are you dating?"

Wen Yifan smiled: "I'll go out and tell you."

Noticing her gaze, Zhao Yuandong also looked in the direction of Sang Yan. She suddenly understood something and asked, holding back her tears, "A Jiang, is that your boyfriend? Can mom see him?"

Wen Yifan got up and stared at her face: "You should have seen him long ago."

When asking the parents twice.

Zhao Yuandong didn't understand her words: "What?"

Wen Yifan shook his head: "No, it's not necessary."

"… "

"Anyway, I still hope you have a good life." Wen Yifan didn't say any more, and ended the conversation, "I will also live my life well."

Walking out of the cafe, Wen Yifan trotted over and threw himself into Sang Yan's arms.

Sang Yan habitually hugged her and stabilized her body. He raised his head and looked at Zhao Yuandong's direction. Cha Gang had a strong meaning: "Who are you seeing?"

Wen Yifan said honestly, "My mother."

"However," Wen Yifan added, "it won't be the case in the future."

"… "

During this time, Sang Yan also listened to her mentioning things at home one after another when they occasionally talked about it. He could probably understand her mood, and he didn't ask any more: "Well. Go back for your birthday."

Wen Yifan was led by him and walked forward: "Sang Yan."

"Um?"

"Can I tell you my birthday wish now?"

"Let's go back and talk about it," Sang Yan said, "Isn't there no cake?"

"But it's not enough without you." Wen Yifan said sincerely, "cake won't help me realize my wish."

"… "

Wen Yifan said again, "I want to say it now."

Sang Yan tilted her head and compromised quickly: "Okay, you say."

Wen Yifan was embarrassed to say it directly, and he mentioned something else randomly before slowly cutting into the theme: "This summer is quite long, and it's still so hot even after the frost has fallen."

Sang Yan: "Huh?"

Because he reminded her earlier that this year's wishes should be well promised.

"Sang Yan, if next summer is so long--" Wen Yifan thought of several euphemistic expressions in his mind, but he was afraid that he would not understand, so he finally decided to be more straightforward, "Just talk to Let me ask you to marry me."

"… "

After saying this, Wen Yifan was also a little nervous, he pretended to be calm and asked, "Is it alright?"

Sang Yan was stunned for a while, as if she never thought she would speak so blatantly. He lowered his head and laughed for a while, his shoulders trembled slightly, and after a long time he replied, "Okay."

Wen Yifan relaxed.

The next moment, Sang Yan said again: "Is it gone?"

Wen Yifan nodded, and felt that he had mentioned it all, so he didn't say a few words that would be a bit of a disadvantage: "Is it still possible?"

Sang Yan smiled: "Yes."

"Then I hope," Wen Yifan added another out of caution, "it will be longer next summer."