Feeling that the atmosphere wasn't quite right, Sang Zhi's eyes wandered around the two of them, and then went out of the kitchen wisely, leaving the two of them alone time.
Before leaving, he closed the door.
Wen Yifan retracted his eyes and continued to cut the meat on the cutting board. Her hair was all tied up, leaving a few strands around her ears and the back of her neck. His appearance changed from his usual gentle smile, and there was no emotion on his face.
Sang Yan walked to her side, and after a few seconds of silence, she said absurdly, "Wen Shuangjiang, do you think I cheated on you and you still ate that takeaway?"
"… "
This counter-attacks the point of the first army very accurately.
Wen Yifan's movements stopped. Because of his words, he almost broke his gong, and the little sullenness dissipated. She lowered her eyes, forced a sullen expression, and said calmly, "I bought everything."
The implication is that.
What a waste if you don't eat it.
Staring at her for a while, Sang Yan didn't bother with her. He remembered something, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and shook it at will: "Why don't you reply to my message?"
After speaking, he added to her as if going down the steps: "Didn't you see it?"
"I see." Wen Yifan turned on the faucet and started washing the vegetables, without any hesitation, "I don't want to go back."
"… "
Aware of her actions, Sang Yan rolled up her sleeves, grabbed her hand from the pool, and took over the work in her hands. He was so speechless that he wanted to pinch her face but his hands were still wet: "Okay."
Wen Yifan looked at him, and arrogantly wiped the water from his hands on his body.
Aware of her actions, Sang Yan said meaningfully: "Wen Shuangjiang, you are quite temperamental now."
"… "
That! Not yet! You first! Noisy to sleep! ! !
Wen Yifan's mood was inexplicable and a little suffocated. She ignored him, turned around and took a large pot and filled it with water. As if to draw a clear line with him, he took a few steps back after filling the water.
Sang Yan turned off the faucet, wiped his hands with a tissue, and said lazily, "Wen Shuangjiang."
Wen Yifan put the pot on the induction cooker and pressed the switch.
He split one sentence into three to show the seriousness of the matter.
"you."
"Cold violence."
"I."
"..." Wen Yifan immediately looked at him after hearing that. She thought for a while, and suddenly felt that it was indeed the case, so she made a request that she thought was reasonable, "Then don't talk to me."
Sang Yan raised her eyebrows slightly: "Is this still possible?"
Afraid of being accused of being cold and violent again, Wen Yifan nodded.
Wen Yifan unpacked the vermicelli, and was thinking about how much he would take when Sang Yan suddenly hugged her from behind. He was tall, slightly bent, his chin resting on her neck.
The two fit together.
As if using her as a support, the strength on his body was loose and pressed down.
Wen Yifan turned back immediately.
"What are you doing, I'll just kiss you." Sang Yan's brows and eyes were dark and stained, and she pulled the corner of her lower lip, and said in a sluggish tone, "I didn't see you angry even though I kissed you last night."
"… "
Can these two be the same
Feeling that he was particularly ill-fated, Wen Yifan couldn't help pinching him in the face.
Like a magic trick, as soon as her movement came out, the pear vortex on Sang Yan's lips sank, softening his facial features. He refrained from laughing, and there was a hint of begging in his words: "Okay, it was my fault."
Wen Yifan looked at him without blinking.
Sang Yan's eyes met her, and he said, "Don't be angry anymore."
Freeze for a few seconds.
Seeing that her expression didn't loosen at all, Sang Yan's tone was playful: "Why is this girl so hard to coax?"
"… "
"Why don't you sympathize with me? Before I slept for a few hours, I was bombarded by Duan Jiaxu's bastard and told me to go out to pick up someone. After picking up that kid, what about me?" Sang Yan said slowly, "My daughter-in-law is still there. Cold and violent me."
Wen Yifan moved his lips and couldn't help but say, "I'm not too 'violent' either."
Sang Yan said leisurely, "But it hurts so much."
"..." Wen Yifan changed his mouth, "I'm not too cold either."
"Huh? I'm cold." Sang Yan hugged her harder, as if to embed her whole body in his arms. He nibbled at the soft flesh on her neck, and used all means to put out her anger, "Keep me warm."
"Put on a jacket when it's cold," Wen Yifan felt itchy, his anger had already dissipated because of his words and actions, and he wanted to laugh a little, "You're such an adult, and don't you call yourself a big man all the time? Why are you acting like a spoiled brat with me? "
While saying this, she happened to notice the direction of the door with her peripheral vision.
The kitchen door is a glass door, and from this angle, you can still see Sang Zhi playing on the sofa on the sofa. Worrying about being seen, Wen Yifan's mood was instantly replaced by another emotion, he raised his hand and pushed his head away: "Pay attention."
Sang Yan: "What?"
"Only outside, how embarrassing the little girl is." Wen Yifan felt that he was extremely magnanimous, as if he didn't mind being seen by anyone, so he could only remind him patiently, "Besides, you don't want to leave a little bit in front of your sister when you are a brother. good image?"
"Good image? I don't see such a thing in her eyes."
"… "
When the words were over, Sang Yan turned her head and glanced at the living room, and said leisurely, "Besides, that little brat has Duan Applaud this object, and he can be regarded as someone who has seen great winds and waves."
Wen Yifan didn't quite understand what he meant: "Huh?"
Even though she said that, Sang Yan stood up straight, turned to the stand next to her, and tilted her head to look at her.
"Do you think that beast can get more than me?"
"… "
Hearing what Sang Yan said, Wen Yifan was really curious about what kind of character Duan Jiaxu was. After all, from her point of view, Sang Yan's narcissism and brazenness have reached an unmatched level.
After the noodles were cooked, the three sat down at the table.
Perhaps because he was worried that Wen Yifan would really misunderstand because of the small ticket, Sang Zhi rarely opposed Sang Yan and explained carefully: "Sister Yifan, my boyfriend ordered the takeout. He wanted to ask my brother to pick it up. I, and then blindly remarked, not someone else."
Wen Yifan smiled: "I know, I was just joking with your brother."
Only then did Sang Zhi breathe a sigh of relief, and his eyes were still on the two of them. Maybe it's because she's not used to this picture. She always feels unreasonable and can't help but say, "Sister Yifan, have you been renting with my brother for a long time?"
Wen Yifan: "Huh?"
"Just," Sang Zhi muttered, "the standard of mate selection has been lowered."
"..." Sang Yan turned her head sideways and said in a cool tone, "What are you saying?"
Feeling that this is also a bad word about Wen Yifan's object, Sang Zhi endured it, but did not continue to talk about it. She lowered her head and continued to bite her face. She glanced at Wen Yifan again, and said in a different way, "Sister Yifan, you look so good-looking."
Allusive is full of meaning.
Sang Yan never thought that he had brought back a lurking enemy, leaned back in the chair and stared at Sang Zhi blankly: "Little devil, what did you ask me to do before?"
Sang Zhi, who wanted him to help him say good things about Duan Jiaxu in front of his parents, instantly fell silent: "..."
A moment passed.
Sang Zhi bit her head and reluctantly added: "But my brother is pretty handsome too."
"… "
…
After dinner, Wen Yifan wanted to go back to the stage to practice dancing again. Thinking that Sang Yan really hadn't slept for a long time, she asked him to make up for her sleep, and she just found a reason to go out, and took Sang Zhi home by the way.
After practicing for almost two months, Wen Yifan practiced in an empty conference room in the stage every day when he had free time.
She's going to dance the ballet track "The Nutcracker", which she used to be best at.
After many years, the flexibility and flexibility of the body can no longer be compared with the original. During this practice, although he felt tired and painful, Wen Yifan gradually found the feeling he had when training.
The grievances and unwillingness of being forced to give up at that time are slowly disappearing.
Thinking of Sang Yan's expression after seeing it, Wen Yifan felt inexplicably happy and began to have unlimited motivation.
The next afternoon was the rehearsal for the annual meeting, which officially started at seven o'clock in the evening.
Near seven o'clock, Wen Yifan received news from Sang Yan, saying that there was something suddenly happening on his side, and he might have to come later. She stared at it for a few seconds, although she knew that he might not be able to come, but maybe because she had prepared for a long time, she still felt a little disappointed when she got such news.
Because her program ranking is quite high.
However, this mood didn't last long, as long as she could see it, Wen Yifan asked Su Tian to help her record a video for a while. Then, she pushed Fu Zhuang's business card to Sang Yan, and replied: [Then if I don't reply to you in a while, you can ask Da Zhuang to bring you up.]
Sang Yan: [OK]
The atmosphere of the annual meeting was lively, and several programs were connected to boost the atmosphere, either sketches or hi songs. Wen Yifan smiled and looked at her phone from time to time. When it was almost her turn, Sang Yan still showed no sign of coming.
Wen Yifan didn't wait any longer. After instructing Fu Zhuang, he got up and went to the backstage.
…
Everything went well originally, but when Sang Yan was about to leave the company, there was a temporary problem with the project and she had to work overtime. After reluctantly finishing his work, he left the company and drove the car according to the position that Wen Yifan gave him.
When they got downstairs, Sang Yan sent Wen Yifan a message.
Didn't get a reply.
Sang Yan added Fu Zhuang's WeChat.
Soon, Sang Yan saw Fu Zhuang's figure.
As soon as he saw him, Fu Zhuang hurriedly dragged him inside: "Brother, hurry up! Sister Yifan is starting to perform! I want to watch it! Don't affect me!"
"..." Sang Yan's eyebrows moved, and she wanted to say something, but the words came to her lips, "Then you should go faster."
The two took the elevator upstairs.
Fu Zhuang was extremely talkative, and he never stopped talking since he saw Sang Yan. The themes around it were basically Wen Yifan, who praised her continuously: "Sister Yifan is really amazing, and she has too many skills. And she has practiced for this show for a long time, every day! We She left after work, and she had to go to the conference room by herself to practice!"
"… "
"Oh, if it weren't for me, I really couldn't dance," Fu Zhuang sighed, "I'd accompany her, or you would say that Sister Yifan is so lonely. But brother, why don't you accompany him? The furnishings are also beautiful.”
The more Sang Yan listened, the more wrong he felt.
But before he could ask, he arrived at the site of the annual meeting. The lights inside were dim, only the light on the stage was bright, and it seemed that a new round of performances was about to start.
The host is talking.
Fu Zhuang suddenly calmed down, for fear of affecting other people.
Below the stage are dozens of round tables, with drinks and refreshments and snacks on them. The locations are roughly arranged by department. Sang Yan was pressed by Fu Zhuang to one of the positions, and he could see Wen Yifan's bag and mobile phone beside him.
At the same time, the host also finished reporting the curtain and then stepped off the stage.
Sang Yan looked up at the stage and looked stunned.
At this moment, Wen Yifan was standing alone on the stage. She is wearing a white ballet dress with a sleeveless gauze design, showing a large clavicle and swan arms, a bare back, and a smooth and beautiful butterfly bone.
The face is gorgeous and outstanding, and the complexion is white to reflective.
The hem of the skirt is slightly puffy, wrapped in layers of yarn.
The familiar music of "The Nutcracker" rang in his ears.
Cheerful and light, like a bell dangling in the ear, people can't help being attracted. Wen Yifan was facing the auditorium, standing on tiptoes, his body was extremely soft, and he danced with the music, stepping on every beat.
Her neck is high, like a proud white swan, spinning on the stage.
She never expected to see such a scene, Sang Yan stared at the stage, her vision was completely occupied by Wen Yifan, and she couldn't move half of it. His Adam's apple slipped, gradually overlapping this scene with the girl in his memory.
The military training for the freshmen of Nanwu No. 1 Middle School lasts for a week, which is arranged every year after the final exam of the last semester.
The location is the agricultural institute in the city.
At that military training party, because of his identity as a dancer, Wen Yifan was also forced by his teacher to get a show.
It was the night before the end of the military training, the atmosphere of the party was relaxed, and the instructors were not as strict as usual.
Sang Yan had no interest in these things, and was sleepy the whole time, feeling extremely bored. He just looked forward to the end of the evening, and then went back to the dormitory to sleep.
Until Wen Yifan appeared.
Because the classmates in the same class may feel honored, the classmates sitting around Sang Yan are very cheering and let out all kinds of ghosts and wolf howls. Another boy with a loud voice stood up and shouted, "Wen Yifan is the goddess of class 17!"
The girl seemed to have heard nothing and was not impressed at all.
She stood in the middle of the dance, wearing a pure white dress, her light-colored hair tied up, revealing a smooth forehead. There was darkness all around, she was only indulging in dancing, without any stage fright, like a delicate doll.
It seems to have light on it.
Sang Yan didn't quite remember how she felt at that time.
All I know is that I, who was only waiting for the end of the party that night, seemed to have watched the show twice.
later.
After the military training, Wen Yifan became famous in the grade because of this program. Not only the students in the same grade, but even senior seniors came to her for contact information.
I don't know why.
Sang Yan hadn't paid attention to this girl at all before, but since that party, he found that he could run into these things by chance every time. He sat in his seat and watched with cold eyes Wen Yifan rejected one person after another with a good temper.
Wen Yifan treats everyone equally.
No matter what the other person's character, grades, or looks are, she treats the same person as if she were the same person. He is extremely patient and will not hurt the face of the other party, but he refuses very clearly.
Like him, but not the same.
She was equally proud in her bones, but unlike his defiant, she was extremely gentle.
Like a dazzling, but not dazzling light.
One afternoon, Sang Yan returned to the classroom after playing ball with his classmates, and wanted to take the keys and go back to the dormitory to take a bath. As soon as he walked to the door, he saw that Wen Yifan had just returned, and was stopped by a boy talking at the door.
Sang Yan looked at it for a few seconds, and after a while, she withdrew her gaze and returned to her seat.
He rummaged through the drawer to find the key, but for some reason, he didn't rush to leave and was still sitting there.
After half a minute, Wen Yifan also walked into the classroom. She was wearing a dance uniform with a coat over it. She walked back to her seat, as if she just came back to get a meal card, and planned to go out soon.
At this time, Sang Yan suddenly stopped her: "Hey, junior girl."
The two were close together, only separated by an aisle.
Wen Yifan turned his head and didn't mind his name, and replied, "What's wrong?"
Sang Yan asked casually, "Do you have a partner?"
I don't know why he asked this, but Wen Yifan answered truthfully: "No."
Sang Yan raised her eyelashes and pointedly said, "Then why are you refusing?"
In fact, this matter has nothing to do with Sang Yan.
But Wen Yifan had a good personality and felt that he had no questions he couldn't answer. She wanted to say that she couldn't fall in love early, but she felt that it was a little vague to say so. After thinking about it, she simply said directly: "I haven't met anyone I like."
The girl's voice was clear and gentle.
But it was extremely powerful, hitting his heart word by word.
the person I like.
Be silent.
There was no one else in the classroom except the two of them, and it was too quiet. The air is filled with the breath of youth, and I can hear the sound of the students running on the playground, and the heartbeat from nowhere.
At that moment, Sang Yan completely understood what was going on.
Why have I never seen it before, but now I always encounter such a thing. Why did a girl who was indistinguishable from other classmates of ordinary relationship in his eyes suddenly appeared frequently in his field of vision.
Is it a coincidence
It seems not.
He is just.
Never cared, just cared.
The boy leaned back on the chair and looked up at her slightly. The tips of his hair were still dyed with wet sweat, and his eyes were clear and bright. He tilted his head slightly and laughed suddenly, with the same arrogance in his words.
"yes?"
This time with a very clear affirmation.
"—Then you should have met."