"… …"
Wen Yifan didn't expect that he was silent for a long time and treated her like air. The reason why he finally decided to condescend to talk to her was to attract some business for his shop.
She was silent for three seconds and couldn't help but ask, "Is your shop in such a difficult situation?"
"Isn't it not making much money? I have to spend some effort to promote it. "Sang Yan said lazily," Are you coming? I'll be generous if you're coming, I'll give you a roommate discount. "
Wen Yifan finally had the intention to go, "How much is the discount?"
It would be great if there was a discount.
She could also save some money while taking care of his business.
It was a win-win situation for both of them.
Sang Yan tilted his head and thought for a while, "Then let's go with 99%."
"… …" Wen Yifan couldn't believe her ears, "How much?"
Sang Yan didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said, so he patiently repeated, "99%."
"… …"
No wonder it's not making money.
Just wait for it to close down.
Wen Yifan stared at him for a while and said, "You're quite generous."
She didn't reject him directly, "Let me think about it."
"Okay, let me know in advance if you're coming," Sang Yan continued to look at his phone, "I'll open a bar for you."
"Okay." Wen Yifan reminded him out of kindness when she thought that he had helped her a lot, "Although the promotion is important, you have to think about the renovation of the shop."
Sang Yan looked up, "What do you mean?"
"Your shop's signboard is too inconspicuous. It doesn't look like a bar, it looks more like a barbershop." Wen Yifan paused. She didn't know if she would make him unhappy, "It's a barbershop."
"… …"
"It took me a long time to find 'Overtime' when I went there for the first time." Wen Yifan said honestly, "And it doesn't look like I want to go in."
The living room suddenly became silent.
Wen Yifan wasn't sure if the reminder was overboard. She felt that she was in no position to give him these motivational words. She finished the rest of the coffee and took the initiative to ease the atmosphere, "But I'm just giving a suggestion."
"Since it's so difficult to find," Sang Yan didn't seem to care about her words, he meaningfully repeated, "And you don't have the desire to go in … …"
He paused at the right time and said with a hint of playfulness, "So why did you come to my bar the first time?"
"…"
Wen Yifan choked and couldn't answer.
After all, even if she didn't initiate it, this motive was indeed impure.
It was rare for Sang Yan to be so considerate as to not pursue the matter. He withdrew his gaze and casually said, "I will consider your suggestion."
Wen Yifan breathed a sigh of relief. "Then …"
"However," Sang Yan's tone was very arrogant, "I don't intend to change."
"…"
Wen Yifan felt that it was a waste of time to talk to him here. After finishing the biscuits, she put on her coat and went out. When he arrived at the company, it was almost lunchtime.
Su Tian was sitting on her seat and asked, "Why are you so late today?"
"I have nothing to do today, but I have an interview in the afternoon." Wen Yifan said, "Compared to work, my life is more important. If I don't sleep more, I don't think I'll live to see next year. "
"Oh, yes. I don't even want to go out now. I just want to lie in bed for a day. " Su Tian leaned on the table and wailed, "Can time pass faster, it's Chinese New Year soon, I want to have a holiday!"
While speaking, Su Tian suddenly sat up, "Oh right, I forgot to tell you."
"What?"
"Wang Linlin just called me on WeChat and asked you to reply to her." Su Tian said, "Didn't you reply to her? But why is she looking for you? She seems to be in a hurry, she even came to me. "
Wen Yifan turned on the computer, "I'll look at it later."
Her mood had always been calm, it seemed that nothing could leak out. Su Tian also didn't notice anything, "But Yifan, you're also a good person. She moved out as soon as you moved in. If I were you, I would definitely move out too. "
"Anyway, she rented the house." Su Tian rolled her eyes, "She's probably happy now. There's still a long time before the rent expires, she can even get the deposit back if she moves out early."
"It's not a big deal," Wen Yifan said, "I quite like this house."
Su Tian sighed, "That's why I said you're a good person."
…
Qian Weihua was on a business trip to the neighboring town because of a murder case that caused an uproar. He still had a follow-up interview on hand, the director had been urging him, but he couldn't split himself, so the report was handed over to Wen Yifan.
It was an attempted rape case that happened on the night of the 17th.
After the female victim got off work, she was held hostage by a man with a knife on her way home and dragged into a remote alley in the North District. A passing male stall owner noticed her and helped her, so the female victim escaped.
During the confrontation, the male stall owner's hand nerves were severely damaged.
After sorting out the outline, Wen Yifan felt that it was almost time. She got up and looked around, "Where's Dazhuang?"
Su Tian, "I think he was called out by someone for an interview, I don't know."
"Okay." Wen Yifan didn't care, "Then I'll go by myself."
When Wen Yifan joined the "News" program team, she came in as a text reporter. That being said, when the team was short of manpower, she had to do everything.
If she didn't know how to do it, she would learn.
Filming, interview, writing, editing, and post-production were all done by one person.
Wen Yifan took the equipment and went to the city hospital alone.
Wen Yifan found the ward where the male stall owner was, and after getting his consent, she did an interview about his current situation.
The male stall owner was in his early thirties, he looked honest and simple. He answered every question of Wen Yifan seriously, so shy that he didn't dare to meet her eyes, and his face would even blush if he accidentally met her eyes.
After asking the questions on the outline, Wen Yifan added a few more herself, and didn't disturb his rest after that. She took the camera equipment, thanked the male stall owner, and planned to find his attending doctor to ask in detail.
As soon as she left the ward, Wen Yifan was stopped by someone.
"You … Eh, Wen Yifan?"
She looked in the direction of the voice.
Two to three meters away, a girl with slightly familiar eyebrows was looking at her hesitantly. She looked young, and she was carrying a fruit basket in her hand, as if she was visiting a patient.
Wen Yifan smiled at her, but she couldn't remember who she was.
"When did you return to Nanwu?" The girl frowned, "Why didn't I hear my mother mention it?"
Wen Yifan immediately recognized her.
Zhang Kejia.
She was her stepfather's daughter.
Speaking of which, the last time Wen Yifan saw her was during the second year of high school.
At that time, Zhang Kejia was only in her first year of high school, and she didn't have the awareness to dress up. She was spoiled and capricious. It was a far cry from her current appearance after she grew up and knew how to dress up.
Wen Yifan didn't expect to meet her here.
Noticing the things in Wen Yifan's hand, Zhang Kejia guessed, "Are you on a business trip?"
"No, I moved back to Nanwu." The weight of the camera was not light, Wen Yifan started to deal with it, "I still have work to do, I'll contact you when I have time."
Zhang Kejia mumbled, "Who wants to contact you?"
"Alright," Wen Yifan nodded, "Then both of us can save time."
"… …" Zhang Kejia was speechless, she hesitated for a long time before saying, "Why did you come back if you have nothing to do?"
"Can I only come back if I have something to do?" Wen Yifan smiled, "Don't worry, I'm going back to Nanwu doesn't mean I'll stay at home. Let's pretend we never met today, as long as you don't say anything, no one will know. "
Zhang Kejia frowned, "I didn't say you can't stay at home."
Wen Yifan, "Okay, you didn't say anything."
"Why are you so irritating?" Zhang Kejia was a little unhappy, "Am I not talking to you nicely? I only said before that I don't want to live with you, but I didn't say that now. "
Wen Yifan stood still and looked at her quietly.
As she spoke, Zhang Kejia gradually lost her confidence, "And it was so long ago, how old was I then … …"
"It's been a long time indeed, I almost can't recognize you. There doesn't seem to be a need for us to catch up. "Wen Yifan said," You should go visit the patient, it's tiring to carry the fruits. "
"Wait! Are you going home for Chinese New Year? "Zhang Kejia said," Aren't you coming back to meet your younger brother? "
The younger brother that Zhang Kejia mentioned was a boy that Zhao Yuandong gave birth to three years after his remarriage.
Wen Yifan had never seen him until now.
Zhao Yuandong would occasionally send her photos.
"No." Wen Yifan made up an excuse, "I'm very busy with work, I basically don't have any holidays."
There was a moment of silence.
Zhang Kejia took out her phone from her pocket and asked, "Then let's add each other on WeChat and have dinner tonight, okay? I apologize to you, I was wrong in the past … … "
"Zhang Kejia," Wen Yifan had to go to the police station later, and then she had to write and edit the documentary, she really had no time to talk to her, "I just want to live my own life."
"… …"
"I'm not going back to Nanwu for anyone, I'm not going home because of you," Wen Yifan said softly, "Whatever I do, it's only for myself."
"… …"
Wen Yifan looked at the time, "I'm really in a hurry, I'll leave first."
Zhang Kejia moved her lips, but said nothing.
Without waiting for her response, Wen Yifan turned around to look at the signboard, and followed the direction to the neurology department.
Wen Yifan found the male stall owner's attending doctor. She didn't want to delay the doctor's consultation time, so she didn't take too long. She asked a few questions according to the male stall owner's condition, thanked him and left.
Before leaving the hospital, Wen Yifan went to the toilet.
Wen Yifan bent down to turn on the faucet, she subconsciously shrunk when she touched the cold water. She was stunned for a moment, maybe it was because she just saw Zhang Kejia.
It reminded her of a lot of things in the past.
Wen Yifan remembered what her father, Wen Liangzhe, told her.
"Our Shuangjiang is a girl, don't touch cold water all the time."
All these years, it seemed that Wen Yifan's emotions would only be affected when she thought of Wen Liangzhe. She felt a lump in her throat, she blinked hard, came back to her senses, and slowly washed her hands.
Wen Yifan's nickname in high school was not made up by her classmates, it was based on evidence.
She really didn't know how to do anything at that time, all the cleaning tasks in the dormitory were taught by her roommates. She had a good temper, sometimes people would get angry at her impatiently, but she wouldn't hold a grudge.
Wen Yifan was spoiled since she was a child, she was the only daughter in her family, the only apple of Wen Liangzhe and Zhao Yuandong's eyes. They supported her in everything she wanted to do, they didn't have much expectations for her, they only hoped that she could live a happy and safe life.
Wen Yifan lived a carefree life at that time.
Even if she didn't have many friends in class, she was still happy.
Because she had received enough love.
But Wen Yifan never thought that she would have such a day.
Because of Wen Liangzhe's death, because Zhao Yuandong remarried, and because he was extremely afraid that she would steal her father's love, Zhang Kejia, she was sent to live with her grandmother.
Later, because of her grandmother's poor health, she was sent to her uncle's house.
That was probably the most sensitive time in Wen Yifan's life.
— — She felt that no one wanted her.
Even though she had a place to live, she still felt that there was no place in this world for her.
She felt that she had no sense of belonging.
Wen Yifan was very afraid of doing something wrong, she lived in fear, even when she was eating, the chopsticks would collide with the bowl, she would subconsciously hold her breath.
Wen Yifan inexplicably recalled a past event.
There was a weekend.
Her aunt gave Wen Yifan twenty yuan and asked her to go out and buy a box of shredded chicken.
Wen Yifan obediently took the money and went out.
When Wen Yifan went to the store designated by her aunt to buy a box of shredded chicken, she found that the money was gone when she was about to pay.
Her mind was blank at that time, she looked at the boss's expression and could only mumble that she would come back later to get it. Then, Wen Yifan walked back along the way and stared at every corner of the ground seriously.
He repeated the process several times.
Wen Yifan also didn't see any trace of the twenty yuan.
She still remembered the feeling at that time.
Extremely panicked, but at a loss and helpless.
Although now that she thought about it, it seemed like a very ridiculous thing.
It was only twenty yuan.
She only lost twenty yuan.
Just because of such a small thing.
Wen Yifan didn't go back for the whole afternoon, she aimlessly walked around until the sky was dark. She stopped at an empty bus stop, sat on the chair, and stared at the gray cement floor.
She felt that everything had slowed down.
She didn't dare to go back.
She was afraid that she would be sent to another relative's house by her uncle because of this matter. Then, such things would happen again and again.
She would become a burden that everyone was pushing away.
Then.
At that time, Sang Yan seemed to have descended from the sky and suddenly appeared in front of her. He seemed to have just returned from playing basketball, he was holding a basketball in his hand, his upper body was drenched, and the ends of his hair were stained with sweat.
Sang Yan walked in front of her, bent down, and had the unique aura of a teenager. At that time, he knew her nickname, but he didn't call her by her real name, "Wen Shuangjiang, what are you doing here?"
Hearing the voice, Wen Yifan slowly raised her head and looked at him, she was silent.
Sang Yan raised his eyebrows, "Why do you look like this?"
She was still quiet.
Sang Yan nudged her with the basketball, "Say something."
"Sang Yan," Wen Yifan finally reacted, her voice was very soft, "Can you lend me twenty yuan?"
"… …"
"I came out to buy something, I lost my money."
Sang Yan was stunned, he reached out and searched his pocket, "I didn't bring any money."
Wen Yifan immediately lowered her eyes, "That's not necessary … …"
"What do you mean it's not necessary? I just don't have money now, it doesn't mean that I won't have money in five minutes." Sang Yan stood up, "Just sit here for five minutes."
"… …"
After thinking for a while, Sang Yan stuffed the basketball into her hand.
"Wait for me."
Before Wen Yifan could respond, Sang Yan had already run away. She didn't know where he was going. She lowered her head again, stared at the dirty basketball in her hand, and looked at the lines on it.
The night breeze was blowing quietly.
A car came in front of her, then another one.
Wen Yifan didn't know if five minutes had passed.
She only remembered that Sang Yan came back very quickly. He was still panting, he squatted in front of her, and took out twenty yuan from his pocket, "Take it, remember to return it."
Wen Yifan's hand was a little stiff, she took the money, "Thank you."
Sang Yan looked up at her, sweat dripped down from his forehead, "Why do you look like you're going to cry?"
"… …"
He smiled, "You don't have to be so touched, right?"
Wen Yifan pursed her lips and repeated, "Thank you."
"Alright, it's not a big deal," Sang Yan noticed that she was still in a bad mood, he scratched his head, but he didn't know how to comfort her, "It's just twenty yuan."
"… …"
"If you drop it again, give me a call." The young man was high-spirited, he pursed his lips, "I'll lend you however much, okay?"
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