The sound was very soft, close to his ears, with shallow breathing.
Sang Yan's expression froze a little, as if she didn't hear clearly, her eyelashes moved slightly. He looked directly at her, the obvious Adam's apple slid slowly, and the emotion on his face was indistinguishable: "Huh?"
The two looked at each other.
Staring at Sang Yan's expression, Wen Yifan finally felt a little bit involved. Although I didn't quite see what his reaction was, it seemed to be a lot better than Duan Jia Xu's attitude. She didn't repeat it, and sat back contentedly.
But the next moment, Sang Yan grabbed her wrist, raised her eyebrows and said, "Shout again."
Hearing the sound, Sang Zhi who was in front turned around and asked, "What?"
Duan Jia Xu took time to glance in Sang Zhi's direction.
Seeing that Sang Yan was ignoring her intentions, Sang Zhi suddenly said to Duan Jia Xu, "Duan Jia Xu, my brother is talking to you."
The implication is that.
You, shout again, brother.
"..." Duan Jiaxu looked at Sang Zhi again.
As if resenting Sang Yan's actions just now, Sang Zhi was still trying hard to find him unhappy, and pinned his hopes on him. Duan Jiaxu thought it was amusing, and resignedly compromised: "Brother, what's the matter?"
That little charm was instantly dispelled by these words.
Sang Yan's brows twitched, her eyelashes raised stiffly, and in an instant she had the urge to directly pull Wen Yifan out of the car and leave. He leaned back on the back of the chair and squeezed Wen Yifan harder: "It's nothing."
His reaction this time was not as big as before, which made Sang Zhi unable to restrain himself and turned back.
Sang Yan's voice was light: "I'm thinking about how to kill without paying for it."
"… "
Duan Jiaxu parked his car in the parking lot outside the supermarket.
Although they had been in love for a while, Sang Zhi was still not used to dating Duan Jia Xu in front of the two of them. There is always a feeling of being in a relationship with the object in front of the elders.
After entering the supermarket, she took Duan Jiaxu directly to another area.
Wen Yifan pushed a shopping cart from the door and was dragged by Sang Yan. She thought about the conversation in the car just now, and she didn't know what she was thinking about, but she couldn't help but settle with him: "I feel like you are in front of Duan Jiaxu—"
Sanyan turned his head.
Wen Yifan's face was calm, he slowly picked up the goods next to him, and said, "It's quite different."
"… "
"But it's pretty good," Wen Yifan put the merchandise back again, his lips curved in a shallow arc, and his voice was gentle, "Thanks to him, I can see a different side of you."
Sang Yan propped her elbows on the shopping cart, her back slightly bent, and looked at her: "What's the difference?"
Wen Yifan couldn't tell.
"Wen Shuangjiang, your behavior is also new. After being with Lao Tzu for so long, every time I get jealous," Sang Yan stood there, looking lazily, "It's all because of a dirty old man."
"… "
"Are you trying to find fault with me?"
As soon as these words fell, Wen Yifan thought back, and it seemed that it was indeed the case. After all, she had never seen any friends of the opposite sex beside him for so long. She didn't want to admit that she was finding fault with her behavior, and said seriously, "Then next time Duan Jiaxu calls you 'brother', can you accept it calmly?" Sang Yan: "?"
Wen Yifan added: "Otherwise you two are a little flirtatious."
"Do you know what flirting is?" Sang Yan leaned forward, put her hand against her head, and smiled, "Or are you blaming me for not letting you taste flirting? "
Wen Yifan raised his head.
"That beast calling me that is disgusting me. You call me, that's called flirting." Sang Yan rubbed her head hard and brought the topic back again, "What did you just call me in the car?"
Wen Yifan was embarrassed to repeat it, and changed his words: "Brother."
"Oh." Sang Yan accepted it, and said slowly, "Sister likes young people?"
"… "
The first time he heard him call him that, Wen Yifan paused, his face inexplicably hot. She pursed her lips lightly and walked forward on her own, without continuing the topic, pretending to be calm.
Sang Yan followed behind her, with a lazy expression, and shouted again, "Sister."
Wen Yifan turned his head: "Don't call me that."
"What?" Sang Yan raised her eyebrows, her voice a little provocative, "I don't look young enough?"
"… "
the other side.
Sang Zhi dragged Duan Jiaxu around the supermarket at will, while dejectedly saying, "My brother is too annoying, he threatens me with living expenses. I don't care about the money, but he is too naive. now…”
Duan Jia smiled, "I'll give you his share later."
Sang Zhi immediately looked at him and grasped the key point: "Why do you want to help him?"
"… "
"Although I just saw that you can be angry with my brother, I'm quite happy." Sang Zhi held back for a few seconds, but chose to cross the river and demolish the bridge, "but the more I think about it, the more wrong I feel, don't tease my brother like that. I think I think you two are like a couple."
"… "
As if it was absurd, Duan Jiaxu was speechless to the point of joy: "What?"
Sang Zhi stared at his eyes that seemed to be discharging people at any time, and muttered, "Anyway, you should pay more attention in the future. I will go back to school tomorrow, and I can't see the situation here. Otherwise, you can stay with me less. See you bro."
Duan Jiaxu looked sideways at her.
"But I saw you talking to Brother Qian Fei, and Brother Hao An that day." Sang Zhi felt that the man in front of him was trying to deceive people with his words and deeds, so he started turning over old accounts unreasonably, "It's also quite ambiguous."
Duan Jiaxu looked calm and calm, and said slowly, "Don't worry, my brother only likes young people."
"… "
As he spoke, Duan Jiaxu curled his lips and pinched her face, with a hint of condemnation in his words.
"Little white-eyed wolf."
Sang Zhi pretended not to hear, and dragged him to continue walking, and by the way, pulled the topic aside: "My brother said to have a hot pot tonight, then let's go and see the vegetables. By the way, even if you work overtime, remember to eat it. Dinner. Don't eat takeout all the time, if you don't want to do it, you can eat at my house."
Duan Jiaxu stretched out his voice and said, "Then why don't you see your brother?"
"...Then." Sang Zhi turned back, inexplicably began to feel guilty, "Then it's better if you don't talk to him..."
Passing through this row of cargo racks, and then going straight forward, the two walked to the fresh food area.
Sang Zhi saw Sang Yan and Wen Yifan standing there at a glance. She held Duan Jiaxu and walked in their direction subconsciously. Just as she walked behind Sang Yan, a familiar voice suddenly stopped her from the other end.
"Sang Zhi."
She heard the sound and looked over, and instantly met the face of her classmate Fu Zhengchu from the elementary school and high school.
The other three also took advantage of the situation to look over.
Fu Zhengchu looked bright and smiled: "It's quite a coincidence, we meet again."
Duan Jiaxu raised his eyebrows lightly.
Noticing Duan Jia Xu behind Sang Zhi and the hands they were holding together, Fu Zhengchu's expression froze slightly, and he blurted out, "Isn't this really your brother?"
When Sang Zhi was in the first year of junior high, because she angered the teacher in class, she secretly asked Duan Jiaxu to help her meet the teacher. Fu Zhengchu was also present at that time, and because of this, he always thought that Duan Jiaxu was her brother.
A few days ago, when Sang Zhi returned from the National Day holiday, Duan Jiaxu came to pick her up at Nanwu Airport. The two happened to meet Fu Zhengchu who was picking him up at the airport that day.
That day, when Fu Zhengchu noticed the intimate behavior of the two, it was extremely difficult for Fu Zhengchu to accept it, as if the three views had been subverted. Afterwards, he also sent WeChat to persuade her subtly, trying to get her back.
Sang Zhi felt speechless and pointed at Sang Yan: "This is my brother."
Sang Yan stood in the same place with his pocket in his pocket, with a condescending expression.
"Oh, hello brothers and sisters. Sangzhi, don't take what I said earlier, I misunderstood." Fu Zhengchu scratched his head and explained, "Then I'll go first? out to buy…”
Before he could finish speaking, someone suddenly threw bags of chocolate milk into the shopping cart in front of him.
Makes a few clicks.
Following this move, everyone looked over.
The visitor was a tall, thin man wearing a dark shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His complexion was morbidly pale, the broken hair on his forehead slightly covered his eyebrows, and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, sharp and cold.
There was no expression on the man's face, his eyes swept over them, his eyes so indifferent as if he was looking at a pile of dead objects.
The appearance is very good, but it is completely different from the temperament of Sang Yan and Duan Jiaxu.
Like a kaolin poppy that no one can pick.
Wen Yifan and Sang Zhi unconsciously glanced at them a few more times.
Fu Zhengchu stared at what he threw in, and asked casually, "Uncle, when did you start drinking chocolate milk?"
The man didn't answer, he raised his foot and walked to the other side.
At this time, Sang Yan said loosely, "Fu Shize?"
Fu Shize stopped in his footsteps, turned his head, and looked in Sang Yan's direction lightly, still not having the slightest intention to speak. Fu Zhengchu next to him felt cold, and immediately began to ease the atmosphere: "Brother, do you know my uncle?"
Sang Yan raised her chin slightly and said nothing.
Seeing this, Fu Zhengchu looked at Fu Shize and motioned him to say a few words with his eyes.
Fu Shi looked at Sang Yan up and down, but his mood didn't change. He nodded imperceptibly, withdrew his eyes indifferently, and continued to walk forward. It looked like he didn't like his sloppy behavior.
"… "
It was the first time that Wen Yifan saw someone give Sang Yan such a look.
She felt strange and continued to stare in the direction of Fu Shize.
Fu Zhengchu was particularly embarrassed, and reluctantly explained, "My uncle's throat has been uncomfortable recently, please don't mind me." Afterwards, he said goodbye to the others, and immediately pushed the shopping cart to catch up with Fu Shize.
Sang Zhi pointed out this matter again: "Brother, people don't seem to recognize you."
Sang Yan said "Ah" indifferently.
Wen Yifan's eyes were still on Fu Shize's back, and he also asked, "Do you know him?"
"Yeah." Sang Yan looked at her and explained calmly, "I used to be in No. 1 Middle School, one level younger than us."
Wen Yifan nodded, his eyes still not moving.
The surroundings fell silent in an instant.
After a while, Wen Yifan suddenly noticed something was wrong and turned to look at Sang Yan.
At the same time, Sang Yan also spoke up and said expressionlessly, "Good-looking?"
"… "
This is obviously a misunderstanding of her behavior.
Wen Yifan was about to explain.
Sang Yan's eyes were dark, pinched her chin, and said word by word, "Why don't you just grow your eyes on him?"
"… "
on the return car.
Several people chatted and chatted, and unknowingly brought back what happened just now. Speaking of this, Sang Zhi felt a little strange and couldn't help but ask, "Brother, that classmate of mine regards Duan Jia Xu as my brother, why don't you feel strange?"
"What's so strange?" Sang Yan said leisurely, "I used to think you regarded him as a brother."
"… "
It's been a few years since this happened anyway, Sang Zhi no longer hides it, and the dead pig confessed as if not afraid of boiling water: "When I was in junior high school, I asked Duan Jiaxu to pretend to be you to help me meet the teacher."
Sang Yan raised her eyelashes: "I know."
Sang Zhi: "?"
"Your old partner only went with my consent. Why, you don't know?" Sang Yan looked like she was watching the excitement, and her tone was rude, "Oh, it turned out to be a little secret between the two of you."
"..." Sang Zhi's expression stiffened.
"Okay." Sang Yan said happily, "That's when I didn't say it just now."
Sang Zhi looked at Duan Jiaxu, and noticed that he was holding back a smile, and his mood was even more unhappy: "What are you laughing at?"
"I was quite familiar with you when I was thinking of you. You threatened me at a young age, and if you didn't agree, you told your auntie that I and your brother treated you—" Duan Jiaxu recalled, his brows widened, "Male male Mixed doubles?"
"… "
These words reminded Sang Zhi of his previous humiliation. She felt suffocated and didn't want to talk to these two old people anymore, so she turned to talk to Wen Yifan: "Sister Yifan."
Wen Yifan was looking at the phone and looked up: "Huh? What's wrong?"
Sang Yan interrupted their communication: "Don't know how to call sister-in-law?"
Sang Zhi was too lazy to pay attention to him, and repeated to him as if he was confrontational: "Sister Yifan, do you think my classmate's uncle is handsome?"
This made the car quiet for a moment.
Duan Jiaxu glanced at her.
Sang Yan also took advantage of the situation to look at Wen Yifan, her eyes seemed to make her pay attention to the answer.
Sang Zhi said deliberately: "I feel like a man who can hang up this whole car."
"Little devil, you feel wrong, it's called Pengci compared to me." Sang Yan still kept her eyes on Wen Yifan, tapped her fingertips on the back of her hand, and said in an arrogant tone, "Hanging the driver's seat is more than enough. "
"..." Sang Zhi's expression was indescribable, and she continued to wait for Wen Yifan's answer.
Thinking of just being in the supermarket, I provoke Sang Yan a bit, but Fu Shize's appearance really can't be said to be not handsome. Wen Yifan thought about it seriously, ignoring Sang Zhi's "hanging" sentence, and replied in a decent manner, "It's quite handsome."
But this answer made Sang Yan's air pressure significantly lower, and the strength of holding her hand increased.
Just at a red light, the car stopped.
Sang Zhi, who was in front of him, abruptly retracted his gaze, looked in Duan Jia Xu's direction, and briefly asked, "Why?" The two looked at each other without making a big sound.
Wen Yifan didn't have the energy to pay attention to the front at this moment, and looked at Sang Yan's stiff expression. She thought about how to coax him, sighed, lowered her voice and offered to propose: "Forget it, my brother is a little immature."
"?"
"Let's not fall in love with siblings." Wen Yifan curled his lips and changed the conversation, "Is that okay? Brother."
Right now, ahead.
Duan Jia Xu, who was sitting in the driver's seat, turned his head and stared straight at Sang Zhi. His eyes were dyed, bright and distinct, and his mouth opened and closed, but he didn't make any sound.
Sang Zhi didn't quite understand it, so she put her head together and said, "What?"
Duan Jiaxu lowered his head, put his lips to her ear, and said leisurely, "Brother is going to fight for a favor."
Sang Zhi was at a loss: "Huh?"
Silence for a few seconds.
She heard the man's voice lower, almost in an air tone, and flirted with her.
"Go back and show you something nice."
…
Drive the car back to Sang's house.
Wen Yifan was pulled by Sang Zhi towards the gate first.
Sang Yan and Duan Jiaxu walked to the trunk of the car and pulled out the large and small bags they had just bought. With bags in both hands, he raised his long legs and kicked the hood down: "Can you manage that kid?"
Duan Jiaxu smiled, "What's wrong?"
"Let her pay attention. When you want to find something unpleasant for you, just focus on this matter." Sang Yan tilted her head and said bluntly, "Don't take my daughter-in-law with me."
"You can talk to her directly." Duan Jia Xu said gently, "I don't care much about her, she usually cares about me."
"… "
Sang Yan couldn't stand his virtue of falling in love, and clicked his tongue.
The two walked into the building and waited for the elevator, one or the other talking.
Wen Yifan and Sang Zhi had already gone up.
"For your marriage, Su Hao'an has called me several times recently." Duan Jia Xu laughed softly, "Every time he asks me when I'm getting married, he says he'll be ahead of me."
Sang Yan said casually: "Where did he come from so many bad things?"
Duan Jiaxu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he respectfully asked the family members' opinions: "When do you think it will be better?"
Sang Yan sneered: "None of my business."
Duan Jiaxu: "Your sister will get married when she is a sophomore?"
The elevator just reached the first floor and made a "ding" sound.
The scene froze.
Sang Yan looked at him fixedly, suddenly turned his neck, and threw the bag to the ground. After that, he raised his hand and clasped Duan Jia Xu's neck, pressing down, feeling that he was being refreshed by this beast every day.
"It's awesome, even the species has changed in a relationship."
Due to this strength, Duan Jia Xu leaned forward and coughed uncontrollably. He raised his head with a good temper, his expression calm and calm, as if he didn't think there was anything wrong with his words: "What do you mean?"
"Can you show me what you were like when you were a human?" Sang Yan said, "I can't remember at all."
"Be careful yourself." Sang Yan let go and picked up the things on the ground again, "My house doesn't accept animal stuff."
"… "
3.
The night before Wen Yifan's birthday.
Not knowing where the scissors were received by Sang Yan, Wen Yifan rummaged in the living room for a long time, and suddenly found several old phones of Sang Yan in one of the cabinets.
One of them is an old-fashioned button phone.
The edges have been burnt, deformed, and look completely unusable. I don't know what else to do.
This trace reminded Wen Yifan of what Qian Weihua said when he interviewed Sang Yanyan on the day the house was burned down.
——“Aside from the house and furniture, a mobile phone was burned, but it has long been unusable.”
If you look at it this way, it looks like this is what was burned.
Wen Yifan stared blankly for a while.
Just at this moment, the entrance sounded the movement of opening and closing the door. She turned her head and met Sang Yan who had just entered the door. He changed his shoes and asked, "What are you doing?"
Wen Yifan snorted: "Look for scissors."
Sang Yan: "I put it in the kitchen."
"Okay." Wen Yifan put the phone back where it was, stood up and walked to the kitchen. Her thoughts drifted a bit, still thinking about the phone, when Yu Guang saw that Sang Yan was also coming in, she took the initiative to admit, "I just saw your old phone."
Sang Yan responded casually: "Well, what are you doing with scissors."
Wen Yifan: "I want to open a mask, but I can't tear it off."
Finding that the topic had been taken away by him, Wen Yifan brought it back again: "Is there anything in the phone? Why do you still keep it. It's all burned like that."
Sang Yan said concisely: "Our results."
This is the same as saying.
The mobile phone stored their text messages from the second year of high school to the end of the college entrance examination.
Scattered conversations, occasional greetings, and unshakable reciprocal results.
If he thought about it carefully, Wen Yifan could barely remember what they were talking about every day at that time. Without any ambiguity, the dialogue is normal and has no other meanings, but it seems to have its own sweetness.
…
Sang Yan: [Tomorrow your birthday, next time I will bring you a gift?]
Wen Yifan: [When is your birthday?]
Sang Yan: [One day after New Year's Day. how?]Wen Yifan: [Return the gift.]
…
Sang Yan: [The exam is poor, please comfort me a few words.]
Wen Yifan: [Can you be late? I did well in the test, and I want to have fun for a while.]
…
Wen Yifan: [On my way home today, I saw a boy in a convenience store who looks like you. I thought it was you who came here.]
Sang Yan: [Next Saturday, okay?]
Wen Yifan: [What?]
Sang Yan: [Show you the authentic product.]
Wen Yifan's memory was interrupted by Sang Yan turning on the faucet, she recovered and stared at his profile. Recalling that after the reunion, he pretended not to recognize him and asked, "Why did you pretend not to recognize me before?"
"It's been so long," Sang Yan took out a piece of paper and wiped her hands, speaking indifferently, "I'm afraid you will borrow money from me."
"… "
Seeing her expression, Sang Yan didn't look very serious. He laughed and pinched her face habitually: "What kind of eyes do you have, can't I save face for myself?"
Wen Yifan said softly, "Then why don't you ask Yu Zhuo to talk to me."
"I want to save myself some face," Sang Yan didn't know if there was something wrong with her thinking or her own logic. "It doesn't mean I don't want to talk to you, understand?"
"..." Wen Yifan paused for a few seconds, then smiled inexplicably, "so I pretended not to know and came to talk to me."
Sang Yan didn't seem to care that she knew about these things, just watched her laugh, and laughed along with her. He straightened up and wanted to pick up the scissors beside him: "Don't use scissors?"
Before he could pick it up, Wen Yifan got into his arms and stretched out his arms to hug him.
Sang Yan stopped: "What?"
"It's nothing," Wen Yifan didn't care whether he understood or not, and whispered to himself, "Hug the genuine product."
The kitchen was bright and silent.
Hearing this, Sang Yan's expression was slightly stunned, and then, for some reason, the corners of her lips twitched. After a long time, he lowered his head and kissed her head, calling her, "Wen Shuangjiang."
Wen Yifan raised his head and met his eyes.
"Um?"
The man's broken hair fell on his forehead, creating a fine silhouette on his face. He was tall and generous, and hugged her back with a strong sense of security. He rubbed her nose lightly with the tip of his nose, and said naturally, "Go to collect the certificate tomorrow."
"… "
This came out of nowhere.
It's like a temporary thought after the atmosphere has arrived, and it seems like something said after careful consideration.
But whatever the mood.
Yes, telling her.
He had already given her her whole life.
Wen Yifan's eyes were inexplicably hot, and he blinked hard, half-jokingly: "Don't you pick an auspicious day?"
Sang Yan raised her hand and stroked the corner of her eye.
"Tomorrow is."
"Tomorrow?" Wen Yifan thought for a while, "Tomorrow seems to be my birthday."
"Um."
In an instant, Wen Yifan understood what he meant.
the day you were born.
For me, it's the best of the year, the zodiac.