Wen Yifan was a little confused by this situation, and he didn't know how to react for a while. She turned her head and stared at the open door, feeling like Sang Yan was here to deliver the courier.
"No, Dad. Where do you want me to go during the New Year's Eve?" Sang Yan looked at Li Ping again with a cynical tone, "Didn't Mom say it's okay? She is willing to let me watch TV for a while, why do you still pay? Drive her own son away. Aren't you very rebellious?"
"… "
Li Ping was so enraged by his stinky virtue that she didn't fight him anymore, grabbed his arm and walked to the kitchen: "What TV are you watching! Isn't it ashamed for a gentleman to do nothing when he goes home?"
Then, she turned her head to Wen Yifan and said, "Yifan, sit down for a while."
Wen Yifan subconsciously replied "Okay".
Sang Yan let Li Ping pull, turned her head and glanced at Wen Yifan. Sang Rong smiled and chatted with Wen Yifan, and then went into the kitchen: "Just, don't just sit there, pour Yifan a glass of water."
"Got it." Sang Zhi waved to her, "Sister Yifan, sit down."
Wen Yifan walked over and sat down, took the water glass, and asked in a low voice, "What did your brother do to make uncle and aunt angry?"
Sang Zhi smiled and said, "Yes. Before you came, I had heard them nagging about my brother for almost four hours."
"… "
"From the beginning of the New Year's Eve dinner, I started to scold." Sang Zhi clasped his fingers and counted Sang Yan's problems pointed out by his parents in the same way, "Don't go home, don't call, don't send messages, don't tell him what's going on, find him You have to kowtow and burn incense to beg for a meal, and every time you make a blind date for him, let the girl dove—”
Feeling not quite right, Sang Zhi hurriedly added: "But my mother hasn't found a blind date for my brother for a long time."
Speaking of this, Wen Yifan asked again, "Why does Auntie always find a blind date for Sang Yan?"
Sang Zhi didn't need to think about it for a while, and said as a matter of course: "Who can bear my brother's temper, of course we have to find it in advance."
"… "
"But my brother must like you very much," Sang Zhi's round eyes were slightly curved, as if feeling a little strange, "I've never seen my brother fall in love, but this is the first time I've seen him so cowardly."
Wen Yifan: "Huh? What?"
Sang Zhi: "It's just the 'cheating', he's worried that you'll be misunderstood."
The two were sitting in the living room, and one after another, they could hear movement from the kitchen.
Most of them were Li Ping and Sang Rong besieging Sang Yan.
Li Ping: "Take off your coat, isn't it boring to wear so much in the house?"
Sang Yan: "No, I'm cold."
Sang Rong: "It's cold, why is it cold, isn't there a heater here?"
"Can you tuck your sleeves up, it should get wet in a while. And what's wrong with your face? You stayed up late and didn't have a good meal during this time?" If you boil some soup to make up your body, you won't be able to recover, and people will think your mother is going to kill you when you say it."
Sang Yan smiled: "What am I making up for at my age?"
Soon.
Li Ping suddenly said, "What's the matter with the scar on your hand?"
Sang Rong also said, "When did you sew the needle?"
Sang Zhi was chatting with Wen Yifan, and when she heard this, she stopped and said, "Sister Yifan, wait a minute", then got up and ran to the kitchen: "What stitches?"
Soon, she seemed to see the scar on Sang Yan's hand, and her tone exploded: "Who made this?"
"What's the matter with you?" Sang Yan said lazily, "to watch your cartoon."
"Stinky boy, tell me quickly, what happened?" Li Ping was angry and distressed, "Can you give me a good day? Can you hope that your mother will live longer!"
"Which is so serious? It's like I'm going to die in the next second." Sang Yan's tone was impatient, but he explained it well, "I'm brave enough to be righteous, and I accidentally cut a bit of skin."
…
After a few minutes, Sang Zhi returned to his position. Her mood looked a lot worse, and she asked Wen Yifan in a low voice, "Sister Yifan, do you know what's going on?"
Wen Yifan held the cup: "Is there a wound on Sang Yan's hand?"
"Well, I haven't seen any wounds on his hands when our country Qing came back." Sang Zhi looked at the scar and felt that the injuries at that time should not be too light, guessing, "Did someone come to make trouble in his bar? Personality I also think it is easy to draw hatred..."
"… "
"Will something more serious happen in the future?"
"No, Sang Yan ran into a relative from my aunt's side," Wen Yifan was a little hard to tell, but he didn't hide it. "It happened to be a wanted criminal and was injured in the process of catching him."
Sang Zhi was stunned.
Wen Yifan didn't know what to say.
After a few moments, Sang Zhi breathed a sigh of relief: "How dare you act righteously? I thought my brother was talking nonsense. It's a good deed, it's fine if nothing happens." She started muttering again: "My brother doesn't know how he grows. , especially hitting people."
Wen Yifan snorted.
Sang Zhi complained: "My boyfriend was beaten by him, and his face turned blue. It's good to have no flesh on his body."
The topic moved quickly, Wen Yifan paused for a while, but continued: "Why did Sang Yan beat your boyfriend?"
"Because the two of them are college classmates, my brother thinks that he cheated on my feelings because of his age, and then he keeps being fooled by him..." Sang Zhi sighed, "Anyway, he hits people hard."
"… "
"But my brother was beaten by my boyfriend too." Sang Zhi puffed out his cheeks and complained, "After the two of them beat up, I was so angry that I scolded my brother, but they still had a blind date. Being in love makes me not a person inside or outside. My brother also said that he came to Nanwu not to find me, but to find his brother."
Wen Yifan couldn't help laughing.
Probably because she was afraid of her nervousness, Sang Zhi talked a little more than before, and kept babbling. At the end, she suddenly returned to the topic just now: "Sister Yifan, is there any other injury to my brother besides his arm?"
Wen Yifan: "I also have it on my waist, but it's not as serious as my arm. It's all better now, don't worry."
"That's good, have you been taking care of him all this time?" Sang Zhi said, "I don't think my parents know about this."
Wen Yifan nodded and said warmly, "But I didn't help much either."
Sang Zhi: "I think his wound is recovering well. It's only been a few months."
Wen Yifan wanted to say that it was because of her that Sang Yan went to catch Che Xingde, otherwise he wouldn't be hurt by this.
But can't tell.
"My brother has done a good deed." Seemingly aware of her state, the little girl smiled and said seriously, "The luck will definitely be better in the future."
It didn't take long for the two to be called by Li Ping to eat.
The New Year's Eve dinner is extremely rich, with all kinds of dishes, filling the entire table. Thinking of Sang Zhi's comforting words just now, Wen Yifan was a little lost. At the same time, Sang Yan took her hand from under the table and squeezed it lightly.
She looked sideways.
Sang Yan also looked at her, as if asking her "are you still nervous" with her eyes.
Wen Yifan bent his lips and shook his head.
After chatting for a while at the dinner table, Li Ping gradually reacted. She stared at Wen Yifan's face, and the more she looked, the more familiar her eyes became, and she asked, "Yifan, have we met before?"
Wen Yifan didn't think she would remember, so he said quickly, "Yes. I saw you at school when I was in high school."
"… "
Li Ping remembered it now, and said in surprise: "Hey, you are the little girl who fell in love with Ayan in high school?"
As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the rest of the people were also on Wen Yifan. She slowly swallowed the soup in her mouth and explained, "Yes, but we didn't fall in love at the time. We only got together last year."
"But the stinky boy just liked you at the time, and he didn't hide it from us." Thinking of this, Li Ping felt amused, "After returning from school, I talked to Ayan several times and asked him to focus on his studies now. Come on, don't think about it yet."
Wen Yifan: "Well, we were really young at that time."
"He didn't listen to me at all. He was rebellious from childhood to adulthood." Li Ping gave Sang Yan a flirtatious look, "but then for some unknown reason, he suddenly started to study desperately, and after graduating from university for several years, he never found a partner. ."
Sang Rong also laughed: "It scared us, thinking that this kid was influenced by our words."
The party Sang Yan was silent.
Sang Zhi bit the rice and said vaguely, "Is it possible that he was talking secretly?"
Li Ping: "I asked Hao An and Qian Fei. They didn't know anything about them, so I was afraid that there was something wrong with A Yan's psychology, so I kept finding him a blind date."
Hearing this seemed to be thinking of something, Sang Yan's chopsticks stopped. With a lazy look on his face, he said with a half-smile, "Later, he found a man for me on a blind date."
"..." Li Ping choked and said angrily, "Isn't that girl you don't want to go? Can I not think about that? How much did your mother give in for you?"
Sang Rong and Sang Zhi laughed at the same time.
Wen Yifan lowered his head and laughed inexplicably.
…
After dinner, the family sat down on the sofa and started watching the Spring Festival Gala, but most of the time they were talking nonsense. After staying up until the end of the year, the two elders sent red envelopes to the three of them, and then went back to the room to sleep.
Back in Sang Zhi's room, the two talked for a while, and then Sang Zhi's cell phone rang.
The person who called seemed to be Duan Jia Xu.
Seeing this, Wen Yifan wanted to leave some private space for Sang Zhi, so he simply got up and left the room. She walked to the door of Sang Yan's room and knocked on the door lightly. Soon Sang Yan's voice came from inside: "The door is not locked."
Wen Yifan twisted the door handle and walked in.
At this time, Sang Yan was sitting on the sofa in the room, holding a gamepad in his hand, playing games casually. He raised his eyelashes and looked at her: "Aren't you sleeping yet?"
Wen Yifan closed the door: "Sleep later."
"Want to come and sleep with me?"
"no."
Sang Yan raised his chin and said tuggingly, "Then go back now."
"… "
As if he didn't hear it, Wen Yifan sat next to him, "what are you playing?"
Sang Yan shoved the handle to her, hooked her waist, increased her strength, and carried her to her lap. He also seemed a little sleepy, resting his chin on her shoulder, wrapping her hand in his palm: "Teach you."
Played with him for a while.
Although his hands are also moving, Sang Yan is basically controlling the whole process. Wen Yifan watched the character's health bar on the screen not move at all, but the other party's health bar kept decreasing until there was none left.
in this case.
Wen Yifan also had the illusion that he was arrogant. She became interested and turned back and said, "I'll try it myself."
Sang Yan at the back let go of her hand obediently and watched her play.
I thought the result would be the same as before.
But the difference between playing by himself and playing with Sang Yan was very different. In less than a minute, the character controlled by Wen Yifan was defeated, and he didn't even deduct a drop of blood on the opposite side.
Sang Yan laughed a few times, his chest trembled slightly, and commented: "Cai."
Wen Yifan looked at him: "Can you play double mode?"
"Yes," Sang Yan said leisurely, "but I'm better than a computer."
"… "
At Wen Yifan's request, Sang Yan switched to double mode and picked up another handle. He didn't want to let Wen Yifan mean at all, his movements seemed random, but every stroke could deduct half of her blood.
After being mercilessly killed three times by him.
Wen Yifan put down the handle, feeling that the time was almost up, and he had no desire to stay.
"I went back to sleep."
"What are you doing?" Sang Yan pulled her back, holding back a smile and said, "Didn't this say that I want to teach you? You have to be a teacher when you are taught, so I can't teach you a lesson."
Wen Yifan thought for a while, and felt that what he said seemed to be right: "Then you continue to teach me."
The two of them were playing games and chatting with each other.
Sang Yan asked, "Do you still live here tomorrow?"
Wen Yifan nodded: "Well, I like your house."
From the beginning of knowing Sang Yan, Wen Yifan knew that he must live in a very happy family. Otherwise, it should be impossible to raise a person with his character.
Proud, confident, and enthusiastic.
like light.
Thinking of what Sanyan's family called him.
Ayan.
Obviously just the word at the beginning was changed.
It seems to have become gentle.
Wen Yifan licked his lips and suddenly called him, "Sang Yan."
Sang Yan: "Huh?"
"Your sister has a nickname, Jizhi, do you have one?" Without waiting for him to answer, Wen Yifan continued, "Is it also changed to the first sentence, called 'Yanyan'."
"..." Sang Yan pulled her face, speechless, "No."
"Do you still want to continue reading the second tone?" Wen Yifan said again, "It's called 'Yanyan'."
"Are you sleepy?" Sang Yan stared at her and smiled suddenly, "What are you talking nonsense about here?"
"Oh, that is." Wen Yifan was silent for two seconds, then said, "Ayan."
"… "
Seeing his stunned expression, Wen Yifan probed and kissed his lips, then got up and said naturally, "I'm going to bed."
Sang Yan quickly pulled her back: "What are you calling me?"
Wen Yifan was lying on top of him, no longer embarrassed, the corners of his lips curled up: "Ayan."
Sang Yan's Adam's apple slipped and kissed the corner of her lips lightly.
"Well, I'll shout like that from now on."
This meeting with Sang Yan's parents added an extra schedule to Wen Yifan's weekly daily life. She likes the atmosphere of Sang Yan's house very much, so she will take Sang Yan back to his house for dinner when she is free.
The number of times Sang Yan went home during this period can add up to the second half of last year.
The two set the moving time on the 28th.
One week in advance, he started to pack things one after another. The night before the move, Wen Yifan continued the finishing work. Most of her room has been tidy up, and there are only a few clutter left.
Wen Yifan packed up for a while when there was a knock on the door from outside.
She said casually, "You can just come in directly."
Sang Yan pushed open the door and came in, glanced around in her direction, frowning: "Don't sit on the ground, aren't you still on your period?"
Wen Yifan had to stand up.
Sang Yan: "Do you want me to help?"
Wen Yifan pointed to the direction of the desk: "Then you help me put the things over there, I have already arranged them and put them on the table."
"Row."
After speaking, Sang Yan picked up the documents on the table and stuffed them into the box one by one. When he moved to the last stack, as if he noticed something, his movements stopped, and he slowly picked it up and looked at it.
It's a small book.
At this time, it was put upside down, exposing the back of the book. There was a huge name signed with a water-based pen on it, occupying a whole page on the back, looking at it in a mess, it was difficult to identify the corresponding word.
Wen Yifan next to him was still talking: "How is your room tidy?"
Sanyan didn't answer.
Wen Yifan said again, "I'll go help you later, right?"
Sang Yan remained silent.
Wen Yifan felt strange and looked over.
Seeing Sang Yan holding a book in his hand, his expression was inexplicable. On the book is the name that Mu Chengyun signed for her a long time ago.
"… "
Wen Yifan froze, his scalp tingling, but he also felt that he should not be able to recognize the words. She lowered her eyes again, and continued to pack things as usual: "We should be able to pack up before eleven o'clock-"
"Wen Shuangjiang," Sang Yan interrupted her, "you are quite courageous."
"… "
"Why do you explain to me that you treasure your chase so much, oh-" Sang Yan's words were heavier, and she changed her words very deliberately, "What is the signature of a former colleague?"
Wen Yifan didn't know how he recognized it, but he told the truth: "I just put it there, I don't have any treasures."
"Who is this kid?"
"Just the ghost in "Wake Up to See a Ghost"." Thinking of what Su Tian mentioned before, Wen Yifan said again, "He seems to be participating in a talent show now, and his popularity is quite high."
Sang Yan had only seen this video, and after thinking about it, she said blankly, "I quite like it."
Wen Yifan: "?"
Sang Yan: "Okay, send me off."
"… "
Wen Yifan thought his appearance was a bit funny: "Take it if you like it."
…
After finishing the rest of the things, Wen Yifan felt that it was almost done: "It's alright, I'll wait for the rest to get up tomorrow morning. Now go and tidy up your room, there are still some things left in the living room and kitchen."
Sang Yan hummed, holding the small broken book with Mu Chengyun written on it, and followed behind her.
After entering the room, Sang Yan put the book on the table at will. Just touching the mouse, the screen lights up. Wen Yifan glanced subconsciously, and suddenly noticed a familiar online game icon on his desktop.
Wen Yifan stared at it for a few seconds, then pointed, "Do you also play this game?"
Sang Yan glanced lightly: "Well."
Wen Yifan shared with him: "I also played this game when I was in college, but I haven't played it for a long time."
Sang Yan smiled: "Really."
After that, Wen Yifan didn't pay attention to this anymore, and glanced at the appearance of the room. Compared with her room, Sang Yan's room was neat and tidy, and all the items were put into the cardboard boxes and put aside.
Seems like there's nothing to pack.
"Sit, there's nothing to get." Sang Yan thought of something, and walked towards the door again, "I just boiled brown sugar water for you, let me see what it looks like."
Wen Yifan nodded, but still helped him check if there was anything missing. Glancing at the bookcase, it was empty. She turned around, opened the closet, and saw only a few coats left in it.
The line of sight is from top to bottom.
Wen Yifan suddenly noticed that there was a medium-sized storage box in the corner under the wardrobe. Thinking it was something he left out, she raised her hand and moved it out. The box is heavy and I don't know what's in it.
The weight felt less like clothes and more like books.
Wen Yifan opened it casually.
As soon as I saw it, it was a yellowed newspaper.
Wen Yifan paused, then continued to scroll down, and found that all were newspapers. She didn't know why Sang Yan put so many old newspapers here, she curiously picked up the top one to read.
Stare at the words on the main page.
Yihe Daily.
Saturday, July 27, 2013.
Yihe's newspaper
Why is it here.
Wen Yifan was stunned for a moment, and a thought suddenly appeared in his mind. She couldn't believe it, and quickly scanned the signatures on the page. Then, she turned around, her eyes fixed.
On one of the forums, I saw my name.
——Wen Yifan, reporter from Yihe Daily
"… "
Wen Yifan's expression froze, and he turned down.
Turn over again.
Turn over again.
Wednesday, September 5, 2012.
…
Sunday, April 22, 2012.
…
Friday, March 11, 2011.
until you get to the bottom one.
Tuesday, December 13, 2010.
Wen Yifan remembered this day quite clearly.
It was the day she first submitted a manuscript after she went to Yihe Daily as an intern.
under this.
There are also countless round-trip air tickets from Nanwu and Yihe, various unknown receipts, and a photo.
Wen Yifan held his breath and rubbed the sweat from his palms onto his clothes. After a while, he reached out and picked up the photo.
In the photo, there are a large number of students standing, all wearing black academic uniforms. One of the girls with exceptional appearance stood in the middle. She seemed to hear something, different from the others, and looked in the direction of the camera.
Eyes with daze, no focus.
She didn't even know who the person holding the camera would be who took her picture.
It was a scene she once thought was just a dream.
Wen Yifan's throat was sore.
She clenched her fists, turned the photo over, and immediately saw the handwriting on the back of the paper.
Different from the arrogance and arrogance of the past, this word is written upright, stroke by stroke. It's like being serious.
Only four words.
--Happy Graduation.