"Isn't this the same as the one just now? Yes, it will really save me trouble." Sang Yan said slowly, "Every wish says what I want to do."
Thinking of last year's birthday wish, Wen Yifan couldn't help but retort: "The wish I thought of last year was related to my work."
"Huh? You remembered it wrong." Sang Yan was shameless, "What you said was that you wanted me to be your partner."
"… "
The two walked along the street.
Sang Yan continued to ask: "Anything else?"
"Are you going to give me three chances to make a wish?" But Wen Yifan had no wishes, stared at his tall and generous back, and thought for a long time, "Then carry me."
As soon as the words blurted out, Wen Yifan remembered that he had only removed the stitches this morning: "Forget it, I'm still—"
Before she could finish speaking, Sang Yan had already half bent: "Come up."
"… "
Wen Yifan stared at him, and quickly climbed up: "Then just carry it for a while."
Sang Yan stood up, walked forward with her back on her back, and said, "Is there any more?"
Wen Yifan suddenly realized that he seemed to grant her many wishes. She looked at his profile, curled her lips, and suddenly felt that it was really exciting to be a birthday star on her birthday: "Then smile."
Sang Yan glanced at her.
Wen Yifan reached out and hooked his chin, acting like he was teasing a good woman: "I want to see your pear vortex."
Sang Yanpi smiled but said, "I don't have that stuff."
"Why don't you admit that you have," Wen Yifan was a little puzzled when he mentioned this, and poked at the place where the pear vortex was on his lips based on his impression, "It's so cute, I want to have one too."
"… "
cute.
Sang Yan frowned and reminded: "Wen Shuangjiang, don't use this word to describe me."
Staring at his tough guy with heavy burdens, Wen Yifan couldn't help laughing and started pinching him in the face. Her strength was neither light nor heavy, as if she wanted to pinch out his pear vortex: "Sang Yan, I like your pear vortex very much."
Like an air bag, Sang Yan let her pinch, but this time, he tacitly agreed that he had a pear vortex.
"Why don't you like me?"
"That's true," Wen Yifan began to make a wish again, "then you can't show your pear vortex to others."
Sang Yan's footsteps stopped, and suddenly felt a little funny: "Wen Shuangjiang, how did you become so authoritarian?"
Wen Yifan's eyes curved into beautiful crescent moons, and he spoke slowly but confidently: "Isn't this what you asked me to make a wish for?"
"Okay." Sang Yan was extraordinarily good at talking today, as if she had no bottom line at all, she would answer all her requests, "I will only have this thing in front of you in the future."
Wen Yifan smiled and retracted his hand.
Sang Yan said again: "Is there anything else?"
Wen Yifan thought to himself.
Just happened to pass by a milk tea shop.
It is playing the song of the recent fire, "You were a boy" by SHE.
/many years ago/you had clear eyes/
/runs up/like a spring lightning/
…
/fall in love with someone/don't be afraid to give your life/
Wen Yifan's eyelashes moved, and he suddenly raised his eyes to stare at the man in front of him.
He was looking straight ahead, with black hair and black eyes, and the curve of his side face was tough and smooth, with a bit of sharpness. After so many years, his appearance has matured a lot, but the youthful feeling between his eyebrows is still full.
It reminded Wen Yifan instantly, when he was a teenager, he put the basketball into her hand, and then ran to help her borrow money from somewhere unknown. At that time, he could pull down his face to help her borrow money, and to this day, he is still the same as before, able to patiently ask her her birthday wishes one by one.
Help her achieve it one by one.
Wen Yifan gradually fell into a daze, the tip of his nose began to pantothenic acid, and he looked back inexplicably.
From this angle, Wen Yifan could still see the corner of the cafe from a distance. It seems to be disappearing soon.
Zhao Yuandong could not be seen at all.
At this moment, Wen Yifan's negative emotions surged up after realizing it. Her heart was a little empty, and she really felt that she seemed to be saying goodbye to the past completely.
It was as if something had been dug out of her heart.
on her 25th birthday.
Looking back, Wen Yifan buried his face in Sang Yan's neck.
Noticing her movement, Sang Yan looked over again: "What? Haven't thought about it yet?"
Only then did Wen Yifan realize that she didn't seem to be as indifferent as she appeared to be. Her eyes were getting wet, and they stained his neck a little bit, and she said coldly, "Sang Yan."
Sang Yan paused: "what's the matter?"
"Apart from you," Wen Yifan hooked his neck, resisting the trembling in his voice, "no one loves me anymore."
"… "
I don't know when it started, the two stayed away from the bustling and noisy streets.
Under the dim street lights, Sang Yan stopped. The light and shadow interlaced, and his face became unclear. He just stared at Wen Yifan on his back, his eyes dark and unclear.
His voice was very soft, and the sentence appeared vaguely: "I only love you."
From the heartbeat when I was young, it has continued to the present, and every moment in the future.
I only love you.
"… "
Wen Yifan raised his eyes and met his gaze through the misty eyes.
"Wen Shuangjiang," Sang Yan raised her eyebrows and smiled, raised her head and kissed her chin, and said slowly and seriously, "Make another wish."
Wen Yifan spoke in a nasal voice: "What?"
Under the grand night, the hot wind was blowing on the street. The surroundings were extremely quiet, no other people were seen, and the world seemed to be the only two of them left.
The two just looked at each other, as if they could no longer tolerate anyone.
Make another wish.
except me.
There will be many people who will love you.
As soon as the frost passes, it seems to take away the heat, and the winter in Nanwu City will follow. As time passed, Sang Yan's wound gradually recovered, and finally only a shallow scar remained.
Wen Yifan researched several ways to remove scars, and after a few days of tossing, his scars faded a little.
Before you know it, the end of the year is approaching.
Wen Yifan was interviewed by Gan Hongyuan in the suburbs during an interview back in Taiwan. This year's annual meeting is almost here. Seeing that she has ten years of dance experience on her resume, she asked her to prepare a show and win glory for the "Communication" column group.
Wen Yifan was a little caught off guard: "Director, I have danced for ten years, but I haven't danced for almost ten years."
Gan Hongyuan held the thermos with a smile and drank tea: "It's okay, something is better than nothing. And it's all about having a good time. We don't have a few young girls here, we're all big men, and everyone doesn't like them. Look."
Wen Yifan said euphemistically: "But I don't have time to practice now, and I haven't practiced the basic skills for a long time. I still have a bunch of follow-up reports to follow..."
Gan Hongyuan nodded, very thoughtful: "You don't have to report for me to choose a topic recently, just prepare the show well. Don't make it too festive, our group has to be different, you know? Let's dance a little bit more artistically."
"… "
Wen Yifan said a few more rejections, all of which were rejected by Gan Hongyuan one by one.
In the end, she was taken over like a duck on the shelf.
Back at his seat, Su Tian came over curiously: "What is the director looking for you for? Are you talking about the annual meeting?"
Wen Yifan looked over: "Have you been found too?"
"Yes, but I don't have any specialties. If he says one, I will refute the other." Su Tian really couldn't do it, so she smiled and said, "Last year when Sister Lin was here, she took the initiative to prepare it, and this year, I can't find a director. Very sad. I see that he has just found a few people, and now it seems that he has settled on you."
Wen Yifan had a headache.
"It's okay, just dance. You saw it at the annual meeting last year. There were not many performances to watch, so it was lively and lively." Su Tian comforted her, "And there are prizes and so on. By the way, you can let Sang The duck king comes here together."
Hearing this, Wen Yifan stood up slightly.
Su Tian was half-joking: "Maybe he still wants to see you dance."
Wen Yifan looked at Su Tian, as if remembering something, the helplessness on his face was swept away. She leaned her face and licked the corner of her lower lip lightly: "Well, I'll think about it when I go back."
…
After arriving home, Sang Yan has not come back. She first went back to the room to take a bath, and when she was out of the living room, she heard Sang Yan talking to someone: "Your brother, I, born in the 90s, thank you."
"… "
Hearing this sentence, Wen Yifan also immediately knew who was on the opposite side of the screen.
She went to the refrigerator to get a cup of yogurt, and when she sat next to Sang Yan, he sent a long voice in a very awkward voice: "If you don't talk about business for a long time, you have to tell me the reason first, why you don't agree. , I have nothing to do, after all, your object is a bit."
Wen Yifan drank yogurt silently.
I don't know how Sang Yan's character has survived so much.
After he finished speaking, Wen Yifan asked, "What's the matter?"
Sang Yan said lazily, "She wants to bring Duan Jiaxu home during the Chinese New Year, saying that my parents don't agree with them being together."
"Ah?" Wen Yifan instantly felt a sense of empathy, and said slyly, "Why don't you agree?"
Sang Yan didn't seem to think it was a big deal: "I don't know, I guess he's too old."
Wen Yifan felt even more dangerous: "I should be the same age as Duan Jiaxu."
Sang Yan is righteous: "We, post-90s."
"… "
Wen Yifan also didn't understand what his "old" standard was.
Afterwards, Sang Yan tilted her head to look at her, as if taking this as an introduction, and suddenly asked: "Wen Shuangjiang, come home with me this year for the New Year?"
Wen Yifan was particularly worried after hearing the attitude of Sang Yan's parents towards Duan Jiaxu.
"What if your parents don't agree?"
Sang Yan raised her eyebrows: "You don't have to worry about that."
Wen Yifan: "Why?"
"They don't ask me much about finding a partner," Sang Yan didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with this low standard, and said casually, "It's just a girl."
I feel that Sang Yan's condition is not so anxious, but his mother seemed to have been looking for him on a blind date before, as if he was afraid that he could not find a wife.
Wen Yifan didn't know why.
But she didn't ask much, and agreed seriously: "Then I'll pick a gift when the time comes. Do your parents have anything they like?"
"Huh? It's okay if you don't buy it." Sang Yan hooked her lips, and seemed to be in a good mood, "I want to buy it and I will go with you when you want."
"Okay." Wen Yifan was relieved, and he was tangled about whether to talk to Sang Yan about the annual meeting, but he didn't know what he would be able to do when the time came, so he had to ask him the time first, "By the way, you Are you free on the evening of the 22nd?"
"Not sure," Sanyan said, "what?"
"No, it's the company's annual meeting." Wen Yifan lowered his eyes and didn't say it too clearly, "You can bring your family."
Sang Yan immediately understood: "Do you have a show?"
"..." Wen Yifan didn't know how he guessed it, so he pretended to be calm, "Well, sing a song with Su Tian. You can come over if you want to see it."
Sang Yan didn't think too much, and said leisurely: "Okay."
The day before the annual meeting, Wen Yifan happened to take a break. She wanted to have a good night's rest, wake up and practice dancing again, but she was tossed by Sang Yan all night and didn't fall asleep until dawn.
Wen Yifan didn't want to move at all.
Between half asleep and half awake, Sang Yan's cell phone seemed to be ringing all the time.
Later, probably afraid of disturbing her, Sang Yan got up and left the room. I don't know what happened, she opened her eyes to stare at him for a few seconds, and then she was dragged into the dream again by the drowsiness.
Not long after, Wen Yifan heard a knock at the entrance.
She covered her ears with a pillow and waited for Sang Yan to rush over to open the door.
But for half a minute, the knocking on the door continued.
When Wen Yifan got up, the gas burned to the top, and he was so depressed that he got up and left the room. She glanced blankly and heard the sound of a shower in the toilet.
Wen Yifan walked towards the entrance, opened the wooden door and asked, "Which one?"
The person outside is wearing a takeaway uniform: "Your takeaway."
Wen Yifan's brain couldn't function at all, he just wanted to get it and go back to sleep quickly. She took the takeout and closed the door. She didn't even bother to look at it, so she put the bag on the dining table and went back to Sang Yan's room to sleep.
I do not know how long it has been.
Wen Yifan heard the sound of Sang Yan coming out of the shower. He pushed open the door and came in, with the overwhelming aroma of sandalwood on his body, sat next to her and asked, "Who came just now?"
She put the quilt on top of her head, not wanting to pay attention to him.
She didn't continue to quarrel with her, Sang Yan got up and went out again, and came back not long after. Not knowing what he saw, he picked her up across the quilt and asked, "Hello, Wen Shuangjiang. Are you angry?"
Wen Yifan was about to endure it, and pulled the quilt off: "I want to sleep."
"That thing is something Duan Jiaxu gave me—"
"Sang Yan," Wen Yifan interrupted him and said seriously, "If you disturb my sleep again, I will ignore you for the next week. Understand?"
"… "
Sang Yan paused for a few seconds, then raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Why do you still learn to speak from me?"
Wen Yifan got into the quilt again, turned over, and turned his back to him.
"My sister has returned to Nanwu, and I'll go pick her up." Sang Yan didn't know how the girl could get up so angry, and her voice couldn't help but lower a little, "Let's go out to eat in a while."
Like he didn't listen at all, Wen Yifan ignored him at all.
Staring at her like this, Sang Yan felt a little itchy for some reason. He chuckled a few times, grabbed her extraordinarily, pulled the quilt down, and pulled it into his arms without hesitation and kissed her hard.
Sensing that she seemed to be getting angry again, Sang Yan immediately helped her wrap the quilt.
As if nothing was done.
Sang Yan's appearance had a clear conscience, and he said, "Okay, sleep. I'm going out."
…
After that, Wen Yifan tossed and turned for a while, but couldn't fall asleep anymore. Because of lack of sleep, her mood was particularly irritable, she got up, and happened to see Sang Yan sent her a message: [Wake up and tell me.]
Wen Yifan didn't want to pay any attention to him at all and didn't reply.
After washing up, Wen Yifan glanced at the takeaway on the table and noticed the remarks on the receipt.
——My boyfriend has a fever and cannot contact anyone for three days. I can't come back from out of town, please wake him up for dinner, thank you.
"… "
This takeaway seems to be ordered by Sang Yan, what does he mean by remarks
Are you afraid that you won't be able to get up
Wen Yifan didn't think too much. He took the takeout and sat in front of the sofa, turned on the TV, and found a TV series that was popular recently. She watched while eating, and the phone vibrated from time to time.
She glanced and saw that there was nothing wrong, but still did not reply.
Halfway through the meal, the door at the entrance suddenly moved. She got up and went to open the door, and when she saw that the person outside was Sang Zhi, she was stunned: "Just, why did you come here?"
"My brother asked me to come up." Glancing at the receipt on the takeaway, Sang Zhi pointed, looking a little guilty, "Sister Yifan, are you angry with my brother because of this?"
As soon as these words fell, Wen Yifan silently thought about whether it was obvious that he was angry, and then looked at the small ticket. After a while, she was a little dazed: "No, I've eaten all of this..."
Sang Zhi heaved a sigh of relief: "I thought you would misunderstand that my brother cheated."
Quiet for a few seconds.
Wen Yifan suddenly realized that the content on the receipt seemed to be what it meant. She lowered her eyes and asked slowly, "Ah, does this mean cheating?"
"… "
He chatted with Sang Zhi again.
Seeing that it was time for lunch, Wen Yifan got up and went into the kitchen, planning to cook some noodles for her, afraid that the little girl would be hungry. Sang Zhi followed behind her and said, "Sister Yifan, my brother asked you to go downstairs to eat together, why don't we go?"
Wen Yifan said gently, "I've already eaten, do you want to go out to eat?"
Sang Zhi blinked: "I'd better eat what you made."
Not long after, there was another movement at the entrance. Sang Zhi took the initiative to open the door.
Sang Yan walked in from outside. He was wearing a black windbreaker jacket and trousers of the same color, which made him look wide-shouldered and long-legged. As usual, he was very cool. Noticing his appearance, Wen Yifan once again remembered how he frantically disturbed her to sleep in the morning.
And that vile figure who didn't even think there was anything wrong with him.
Wen Yifan pursed his lips, not wanting to talk to him at all.
Seeing that they were both staying in the kitchen, Sang Yan asked casually, "What are you two doing?"
Sang Zhi replied, "My sister-in-law is cooking noodles for me."
Hearing the word "sister-in-law", Wen Yifan turned his head and met Sang Yan's eyes for two seconds. Then, she looked at Sang Zhi again, remembered the contents of the receipt, and reminded her deliberately, "Don't call me that, your brother cheated."
Sang Yan: "..."