For a time, all memories are pulled forward along the moment.
On the night of her birthday, he said softly behind her back: "Wen Shuangjiang, make another wish."
When they flew to Yihe to find him, the two were in the hotel. After listening to her tell everything, he said solemnly and senselessly, "I forgive you."
Seeing her wound caused by Che Xingde, Sang Yan looked helpless: "Can you consider my feelings?"
Move on.
On the day the two were together, Sang Yan suddenly appeared in the noodle shop. Under the grand rain curtain, he looked down at her, his eyes full of youthful feeling: "After so many years, I still only like you."
After Xiang Lang returned to China, a few people went on a big adventure after eating. He picked up the truth about "the city I went to by plane recently", and said the word "Yihe" without much fuss.
Before that.
Because of various accidents, Sang Yan inexplicably became her new roommate, and because of this, the two quarreled. He stared at her with no warmth in his tone: "I didn't expect that I would be such a loving person in your heart."
until.
After the reunion, the first time they met in "overtime". With a light expression, he threw a coat on her, but introduced himself like a stranger: "I'm the owner of this bar, my surname is Sang."
…
At the same time, Sang Yan entered the room with a bowl in his hand. Noticing the newspapers and sundries on the ground, as well as the photos in Wen Yifan's hands, his expression was a little stunned, but he didn't get the slightest hint of his secret emotions, he just said, "Why are you sitting on the ground again."
Wen Yifan looked up at him.
Sang Yan walked to her side and reached out to her: "Get up quickly."
Wen Yifan didn't move, his voice was inaudible: "Have you been coming to Yihe to find me?"
"Well." Sang Yan admitted, "I didn't tell you."
"what?"
Sang Yan didn't continue talking, and took a soft pad to her from the side: "Put it on." Then, he handed over the brown sugar water in his hand and took the photo from her hand: "Drink it first, it will cool down for a while. already."
Wen Yifan took it obediently, holding the bowl in both hands, lowered his eyes, his eyes became red. The extremely strong guilt and overwhelm pressed down on her little by little, so that she didn't even have the courage to look at Sang Yan's expression.
She wanted to say, why didn't you tell me you came here.
But she remembered what she had said.
Wen Yifan lowered his head and said slowly, "Why did you come to me..."
She has said that.
So many words.
Sang Yan pulled the corners of her lips, and said calmly, "Didn't I tell you, did I tell you?"
Then, he added: "Think about it yourself."
Wen Yifan stared at the brown sugar water in the bowl, and gradually came to mind what Sang Yan said to her at the bus stop on the day Wen Liangzhe died.
——"I'm not a very talkative person, but no matter what, I will always be with you."
I will always stay with you.
Whether you know it or not.
Even if I have said it, I will not pester you again.
Will still keep its promises.
where you can't see.
Wen Yifan's hand gradually increased, and he took a sip of brown sugar water sluggishly. With the action of swallowing, the tears also fell out and smashed into the bowl. She pressed her lips together and took another sip.
Seeing her appearance, Sang Yan tilted her head and said half-jokingly, "No, it's so bad to drink?"
"… "
"Wen Shuangjiang, don't cry, do you hear? What's there to cry about?" Sang Yan didn't avoid the topic anymore, and reached out to help her wipe her tears, "Don't cry when something big happens before me. , how many times have I cried now. What have I become like this?"
Wen Yifan didn't say a word, he drank brown sugar water while crying.
Staring at her like this, Sang Yan felt distressed and wanted to laugh inexplicably: "Why are you so wronged? If you don't want to drink, we won't drink it. Can you drink while crying?"
Wen Yifan stopped, choked up and said, "I... I seem to have seen you during the graduation ceremony, but I don't think you will come... I thought it was a mistake... "
"That's not good," Sang Yan said lightly, "I'm so embarrassed if you recognize it."
Wen Yifan's tears fell into the bowl drop by drop, splashing a small amount of water: "...I should have run over."
Even the slightest possibility. Nor should it be ignored.
There she took pictures with her classmates with laughter and laughter. While chatting, she stood far away on the other side of the crowd, and what kind of mood would Sang Yan be holding when she left alone.
Come unilaterally, see her unilaterally, and leave unilaterally.
Wen Yifan's chest felt like a stone was pressing down: "Why did I do so many bad things to you?"
"What are you doing? Didn't we all reconcile this matter? It's already been turned over." Sang Yan took the bowl back from her hand and put it on the ground at will, "Or did you do something wrong to me? "
"… "
Wen Yifan sniffed and thought about it seriously, but couldn't think of the rest. She raised her eyes to look at him, suddenly remembered something, and confessed to him: "I took advantage of you."
Sang Yan raised her eyebrows: "Doesn't this happen every day?"
"..." Wen Yifan was still very negative, but now he made him want to laugh. She stared at him and couldn't help but leaned in and hugged him, "Just before we were together."
Sang Yan put her arms around her waist: "Huh?"
"I pretended to be sleepwalking." Wen Yifan said sincerely, "I gave you a hug."
"… "
"When?" Sang Yan's expression paused, as if she was incredulous. After a few seconds, she laughed out loud, "No, you have done such a thing?"
Wen Yifan didn't feel guilty either, and said in a nasal voice, "It's just me using my rights in advance."
"Didn't you always act upright at that time?" Sang Yan simply let her sit on her lap and said slowly, "It turned out to be behind my back, with this kind of thought in mind."
"..." Wen Yifan stared at him, calmly, "Yes."
Sang Yan laughed lowly, looking in a good mood, bowed her head and kissed her. He looked sideways at the scattered newspapers and reminded: "Go to clean up, and they turned them all out, making a mess."
Wen Yifan nodded, but he didn't mean to move at all.
The two stayed in this posture for a while.
Wen Yifan suddenly called him: "Ayan."
Sang Yan: "Huh?"
"I want to outlive you by six years."
Sang Yan frowned slightly: "Why?"
Wen Yifan's eyes were still red, and he said solemnly, "This way, I can love you for six more years."
We are even.
"… "
Sang Yan suddenly understood, lowered his head and smiled: "Forget it, I want to live a few more years." After speaking, he pressed her body in his direction and looked at her: "Let's save it in the next life. "
next life.
You like me for six years first.
Then.
I'll make you too, as I am now.
Get your wish.
The next day is Sunday.
Sang Yan didn't have to go to work, and Wen Yifan also happened to take a break on this day.
The two woke up early in the morning, and the moving company came up on time. After tidying up the house and finally checking that nothing was missed, Wen Yifan left the key on the shoe cabinet.
Left the shared house where the two of them lived for two years.
Noticing her expression, Sang Yan asked, "What?"
Wen Yifan said honestly, "It's a little reluctant."
"What can't you bear, don't you all live with me?" Sang Yan rubbed her head hard and said lazily, "If you like it, our house will be decorated like this in the future."
Wen Yifan's melancholy also dissipated, and he curled his lips and said, "Then don't we seem to have been sleeping in separate rooms now?"
"..." Sang Yan put away her emotions, moved her hand down, and pinched her face instead, "I shouldn't have coaxed you."
Sang Yan drove the car into the underground parking lot of Zhongnan Century City.
The two arrived earlier than the moving company.
After getting out of the car, Wen Yifan did not know the direction, and was led by Sang Yan the whole way. After the two entered the elevator, they went up to the ninth floor. There are only two households on the first floor of this building. He walked to the door of House B and entered his fingerprint to open the door.
Sang Yan was not in a hurry to go in, stopped in place, grabbed her hand, and slowly recorded her fingerprints. Then, he casually said, "No one can come in except us."
Wen Yifan nodded absently and looked inside.
The house is slightly larger than their previous share house. There is a small entrance garden after entering the door, and then there is the kitchen, the opposite is the dining room, and the next is the living room.
The decoration style is modern, the tones are warm, and it looks a little warm.
Before she could finish reading, Sang Yan interrupted her attention and led her inside: "The password for the door will be sent to you on WeChat later. Just live as before, just move to another place, nothing else changes. ."
Wen Yifan responded and continued to observe the environment inside.
The furniture that should be there is already there, but the whole is still empty, the table top and the cabinet are empty. There is also a damp and musty smell that has been uninhabited for a long time, but it seems that someone has come to clean it, and it looks very neat.
The two sat down on the sofa.
Wen Yifan asked casually, "Which room do I sleep in?"
Sang Yan leaned on the back of the chair and said slowly, "Which room do you want to sleep in?"
Wen Yifan looked at him.
"You can sleep in the toilet or the kitchen if you want. Anyway, I'm not too picky. No matter where you are," Sang Yan tilted her head, her words were full of hints, "I can accompany you."
"… "
Wen Yifan felt that he was still a person with a bottom line: "Then don't we consider living together before marriage?"
"What's the matter?" Sang Yan looked arrogant, imitating what she said last night, "It's a matter of time anyway, why can't I use my rights in advance?"
"… "
Just at this time, the moving company also arrived.
Sang Yan went to open the door to let them in, Wen Yifan also got up and planned to take a look at the master bedroom. She felt that she really didn't need to worry about this matter anymore, and she still felt that there was no silver and three hundred taels here.
The master bedroom is furthest inward.
Wen Yifan opened the door and went in.
The decoration style is girlish, with pale pink walls, a white bed, and a small dressing table next to it. There is also a desk by the window for her to work, and next to it is a bookcase.
The floor is covered with a light-colored carpet.
This is Sanyan's house.
The master bedroom is decorated in a girl's style.
Not long after, Sang Yan followed her in.
Wen Yifan turned his head: "When did you finish decorating your house?"
"The year before last." Sang Yan said casually, "But this room has been redecorated."
Wen Yifan looked at the room again: "Then how did you make it into powder?"
"I got it for you," Sang Yan said. "Isn't this just in case you don't sleep with me?"
"So do you want to sleep in this room with me?" Wen Yifan's lips curled up, holding back a smile and said, "Then you will become a big man with a girlish heart."
"… "
The sound of workers carrying luggage was heard outside.
Sang Yan went out to communicate with them again.
Wen Yifan stayed in the room for a while, then went to the window to open it to ventilate the room. After a while, she was about to go out of the living room to have a look when the phone in her pocket rang.
She took out her phone and lit the screen with her eyes down.
Sang Yan: [password 150102]
Wen Yifan looked at Xu Mo, and he asked: [What does the number mean?]
A few seconds passed.
Sang Yan: [?]
Sang Yan: [Your partner's birthday.]
Wen Yifan: [Is it gone?]
The two communicated on WeChat, one in the living room and the other in the room.
Sang Yan directly sent a voice: "Think about it yourself."
In the room, Wen Yifan could hear his unhappy tone outside.
Wen Yifan's eyes rolled down, and he immediately followed his hair: [Oh, it was the day we were together.]
Yes, she thought again.
The day when luck befell her.
The first-instance verdict of the Che Xingde case came down in September. He was sentenced to death for the crime of intentional homicide and rape. Che Yanqin was sentenced to three years in prison for helping Che Xingde destroy evidence.
The follow-up report on the case that Wen Yifan was responsible for also ended completely from here.
And these two people also started from this time.
completely disappeared from her life.
September 22 this year is the centennial anniversary of Nanwu No. 1 Middle School.
Wen Yifan learned about this from Zhong Siqiao two weeks in advance. But she wasn't very interested in it, and didn't know if she could make time to participate that day, so she gave an ambiguous answer.
However, Zhong Siqiao insisted that she must participate together.
Even let her bring Sang Yan.
Wen Yifan had no choice but to apply for a sabbatical with the director in advance, and mentioned the matter to Sang Yan. He asked what was the matter, didn't say much, and quickly agreed.
School day.
The two set off for Nanwu No. 1 Middle School in the afternoon, and joined Zhong Siqiao and other high school classmates at the door. Many people don't remember Wen Yifan very much, they just feel familiar, but they can't name it.
Seeing the two of them together, the first reaction of many people is that they have been in love since high school.
Wen Yifan did not refute it.
Nanwu No. 1 Middle School held a very large-scale celebration, and there were many people on the campus at this time. Along the way, there are various exhibitions on display everywhere, introducing the history of the school and various well-known figures.
Walked around.
Wen Yifan and Sang Yan got separated from the others without knowing it.
In summer, the temperature is high and the sun is fierce, like a huge steamer. Coupled with the dense flow of people, it seems to magnify the heat, and it is a bit unbearable to stay for a long time.
Perhaps sensing her state, Sang Yan glanced at the teaching building not far away: "Go back to the classroom and have a look."
Wen Yifan nodded.
The two entered the teaching building and went up the stairs.
I haven't been back for a long time, but it doesn't seem to have changed much from before, but some places have been renovated. Wen Yifan didn't speak to Sang Yan, but just observed the surroundings, as if they were overlapping one by one in his memory.
The number of people gradually decreased, and it looked empty, like a campus after school.
Neither Wen Yifan nor Sang Yan took the initiative to mention it, but they both stopped on the fourth floor tacitly. Go further, cross the corridor in front of you, turn left, and go to the inner area.
She saw the familiar school water dispenser.
This is where Wen Yifan met Sang Yan for the first time.
Wen Yifan suddenly felt that this feeling was quite magical, and turned to look at him: "Senior."
Sang Yan turned her head sideways, her eyebrows raised slightly.
Wen Yifan smiled: "Do you know how to get to Class 17?"
"I know, junior girl." Sang Yan cooperated, dragging her tone, her tone was a bit bashful, "Go forward and turn right."
This time, it was different from when the two of them went to the classroom one after the other.
Wen Yifan continued to hold him and walked side by side. Following her memory, she turned right and walked to the innermost classroom. It's amazing that, after such a long time, the class number is still Class 17.
The classroom door was open, and the desks were neatly arranged without anything on the desks.
Like an old classroom that has just been emptied.
Wen Yifan walked in and sat down in the position where he was sitting when the two of them were at the table in front of him. Sang Yan also took advantage of the situation to sit behind her. Time is now like returning to the summer of eleven years ago.
As soon as he sat down, Wen Yifan noticed something out of the corner of his eye, and his eyes dropped immediately.
See the whole drawer is full of roses.
Her gaze froze.
A guess gradually emerged in my mind.
Wen Yifan held his breath, reached out and pulled out a rose from inside.
At this moment, Wen Yifan felt Sang Yan's leg hook forward, put it under her chair, and hit it gently. The action was bad and wild, like any time before.
She turned her head.
Seeing Sang Yan leaning against the back of the chair, her brows were as high as before. He raised his chin slightly, pulled the corner of his lips lightly, revealing the shallow pear vortex on his right lip, and suddenly said, "Wen Shuangjiang, I make a promise to you."
Wen Yifan said: "Huh?"
"After being with me," Sang Yan's eyes were dark and his Adam's apple rolled down, "all your wishes will come true."
"… "
Wen Yifan's eyes slid down, and only then did he notice the ring box on the table. She stared blankly at the silver ring inside, feeling that although this was something the two of them had mentioned before, she was still surprised and shocked when it really arrived.
She held a rose in her hand and raised her other hand as if to touch the ring.
In the next instant, Sang Yan grabbed her hand and fixed it.
"Wen Shuangjiang, will you marry me?"
Wen Yifan met his gaze, and his eyes began to pantothenate for no reason. She stared at him with a rare nervous look, and gradually overlapped with the boy from before, and couldn't help laughing.
"Well, I just want to marry you."
Sang Yan also laughed along with her, and slowly put the ring on her ring finger and pushed it up.
It's like she's going to be locked up for the rest of her life.
——“After being with me, all your wishes will come true.”
Um.
You have fulfilled another wish of mine.
The sunlight outside was dazzling, and it poured in without hesitation. The classroom was quiet and empty, and Zhizhi shouted loudly, bringing a very strong summer atmosphere, tainted with the taste of youth.
The man in front of him seemed to have not changed in the slightest from beginning to end.
Wen Yifan inexplicably remembered a scene from a long time ago.
I also forgot which afternoon it was.
That day was as clear as today, and the air was hot and long. Wen Yifan was sitting in his seat, flipping through Janet Winterson's "Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit", when he saw a sentence in it, his heart moved.
I just feel that she also hopes to meet such a person.
Wen Yifan took out the excerpt from the drawer, opened the cap, and wrote seriously: "I long for someone to love me violently until death, and understand that love is as powerful as death—"
Before finishing writing, Wen Yifan's body was suddenly hit from the side. She was unprepared, the tip of the pen swiped heavily on the book, pulled it again, and rubbed against the arm of the person beside her.
Wen Yifan raised his eyes subconsciously before he could say the apology in his mouth.
at that moment.
She met Sang Yan's gaze.
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