For the next three days, Wen Yifan went to work as usual.
Sang Yan seemed to be busy with something. He hadn't come back since the party ended. However, he abided by the rules. Every night at ten o 'clock, Wen Yifan would receive his WeChat message on time.
As time went by.
The number of words he spoke gradually decreased.
The first day.
Sang Yan: [I'm not coming back tonight. Lock the door.]
The next day.
Sang Yan: [I'm not coming back. Lock the door.]
The third day.
Sang Yan: [Lock the door.]
"…"
Wen Yifan's attitude remained the same.
She replied "Okay" every time.
The next afternoon.
After Wen Yifan and Fu Zhuang went to the editing room to edit the film.
Some time ago, Fu Zhuang had taken several days off because of school matters. Therefore, he didn't have a day off after working for a week. He leaned on the table and sighed, "Sigh, it's too difficult."
Wen Yifan casually said, "What's difficult?"
"Yesterday, Old Qian scolded me again," Fu Zhuang sat up and vividly imitated Qian Weihua's tone, "He said that I cut sh * t that even a dog can't! It's harder for him to give me suggestions than to cut a new one himself! "
"Huh?" Wen Yifan tilted her head, "Then let him do it."
"…"
"That'll make it easier for him."
After two seconds of silence, Fu Zhuang continued to edit the film, "Then I'll have a harder time."
"…"
Wen Yifan didn't say much. She read the press release again and after confirming that there were no mistakes, she sent it to the editor.
While waiting for the review, Fu Zhuang chatted with her again and talked about the fire in Zhongnan Century City, "By the way, sister, I want to tell you something. Didn't we edit the interview with your classmate into the news?"
"Huh?"
"Then I found out yesterday that someone edited a weird interview and put it in." Fu Zhuang found it funny and laughed, "It's quite popular. He's ranked at the top of the top ten most famous people on a certain website."
"…"
"He really lived up to my saying that he's miserable and awesome. Now everyone says that he's beautiful and miserable." Fu Zhuang said, "Because although half of our faces were covered with mosaic, we still look very good."
Wen Yifan didn't pay attention to this, so she didn't know about this matter, "Is it a big deal?"
"That's not true. After all, it's a mosaic. It's pretty fun. "
"That's good," said Wen Yifan. Since the script had passed the review, Wen Yifan forwarded it to the dubbing host. She stood up and said, "You can download the host's dubbing later. Look for me if you have any questions. I have to go back to work on my outline. "
"Alright." Fu Zhuang calmed down. There was a lot of drama. "Loneliness! This is the path that experts must take! "
"…"
Wen Yifan didn't work overtime today. She went home after finishing the outline.
Wen Yifan opened the door and reached for the light switch out of habit. Suddenly, she found that the light was on. She paused and subconsciously glanced at the sofa. The living room was still empty.
There were a few more shoe boxes at the entrance, and they were neatly stacked on top of each other. On the other hand, the shoes at the side were messy, as if they had been taken off casually after entering the door and had not been deliberately placed there.
Wen Yifan looked towards the guest bedroom.
She didn't know if Sang Yan was in the room or if he had returned and left.
Wen Yifan didn't mind. She sat on the sofa and poured herself a glass of water. She drank slowly and looked around. Somehow, she felt that something had changed in the house.
There seemed to be a lot more things.
There were a few cans of different brands of milk powder under the coffee table. There were also fruit cereal and cocoa next to it. The door of the TV cabinet was not closed. There were all kinds of snacks inside. Some of them were placed directly in front of the TV.
There were a few black boxes wrapped in plastic wrap on the dining table. They looked like they contained fruits.
Wen Yifan retracted her gaze.
She secretly thought that this young master's standard of living was indeed quite high.
Wen Yifan thought of Fu Zhuang's words when she was bored.
Wen Yifan took out her phone and downloaded a website. After finishing the water, she got up and walked into the kitchen.
The download was just completed. Wen Yifan clicked on the website and saw that the most viewed title was "Beautiful and Miserable". She rinsed the cup and clicked on it.
Sang Yan's cold voice instantly came from the phone.
"I'm very happy. I hope you can be as happy as me. "
The volume of the phone was a little loud, and in this quiet space, it was deafening.
Wen Yifan was shocked.
She immediately turned off the water, freeing her hand to turn down the sound.
At the same time, footsteps came from behind.
Wen Yifan looked back and saw that Sang Yan had also entered the kitchen.
"… …"
Wen Yifan lowered her head and turned off the phone. She was a little embarrassed.
She didn't know if he heard the voice just now.
But Sang Yan acted like he didn't see her at all.
He didn't speak or look at her. He just silently opened the fridge.
Wen Yifan didn't take the initiative to speak either. She put the phone back in her pocket. When she looked down, she suddenly noticed that the faucet that had been leaking was fixed. There was no water dripping at this time.
Wen Yifan took a serious look at the kitchen after seeing this.
The gas stove that couldn't be started was also replaced with a new one. There was also an induction cooker and a microwave oven next to it. There was even a juicer and an oven. Her eyebrows twitched and her scalp went numb.
The first thought that popped up in her mind was.
How much would all of these cost?
Wen Yifan hesitated, "Did you buy these?"
Sang Yan looked like he had just taken a shower. He was wearing casual light-colored trousers and a jacket. He ignored her, took a packet of instant noodles from the top of the fridge and opened it.
It looked like he was going to cook for himself.
Wen Yifan felt that this scene was a little strange. After all, in her opinion, this person should be a pampered young master who didn't do any chores.
If no one cooked for him, he would probably order takeout.
Who knew that he would take the initiative to enter the kitchen.
Wen Yifan continued, "If so, can you make a list for me and I will transfer the money to you?"
Sang Yan half-heartedly turned on the faucet and filled the pot with water.
"…" It was obvious that he didn't want to talk to her. Wen Yifan didn't know what was going on. She moved her lips again, "Then I will go back to my room. Send me the list after you have sorted it out."
As expected, there was no response.
Wen Yifan couldn't tell for a moment if this was normal or if he was in a bad mood. She didn't try to make her presence felt and turned back to her room. She sat on the chair, turned on her phone and looked at the balance in her bank card.
She suddenly sighed.
Should I find a chance to talk to him?
If I want to buy these public goods later, I have to discuss it with him first …
Thinking of this, Wen Yifan thought of Sang Yan's attitude just now.
Sigh.
It's also difficult to communicate with him.
After a while.
Wen Yifan inexplicably felt that this situation was quite normal.
After all, Sang Yan had emphasized at that time not to get close to him. The reason why they had a conversation before was because he wanted to attract some business for his bar.
But in the end.
He didn't earn a single cent, but he lost a thousand yuan.
Wen Yifan wondered if he was unhappy because of this matter.
She struggled for a while and opened her calculator to calculate the accounts for that day. She wanted to pay Zhong Siqiao and Xiang Lang's share, but the amount was not small for her.
Wen Yifan could only pay her share.
But it had been a few days.
It was a little awkward to suddenly transfer this amount of money to him.
Wen Yifan put down her phone and simply waited for him to send the list over before transferring it to him.
But the whole night.
There was no movement on Sang Yan's end.
Wen Yifan realized something after a while.
Sang Yan seemed to completely treat her as air, as if he couldn't sense her existence at all. Occasionally, she made some big movements inadvertently, but he didn't even lift his eyelids as if he couldn't hear it.
The two of them seemed to be living in the same place in different time and space.
Wen Yifan wasn't someone who would ask for trouble.
After a few words, she didn't take the initiative to speak again.
She just treated it as the official beginning of their cohabitation life without disturbing each other.
The night before New Year's Eve.
Wen Yifan received a call from Zhong Siqiao when she went to the balcony to collect the clothes. She held the clothes and put aside the drying pole. She listened to Zhong Siqiao's words, "Are you working overtime tomorrow night?"
"Tomorrow night?" Wen Yifan said, "I don't think so if there's no accident."
"Are you going home tomorrow?"
"I don't think so."
Zhong Siqiao invited her, "Do you want to come to my house and celebrate the New Year together?"
Wen Yifan was very honest, "I'm too lazy to travel that far."
"… …" Zhong Siqiao said, "You've been resting for so many days, why don't you spare a day for me!"
"You're quite cruel — —" Wen Yifan entered the living room and stopped.
She didn't know when Sang Yan came out of the room. He was sitting on the sofa with his eyes down, looking at his phone. He changed his clothes, but his expression was still very indifferent. It seemed like he was going out.
Wen Yifan withdrew her gaze and walked towards the direction of the room. She continued to talk to Zhong Siqiao calmly, "Wait until I really rest for many days before you say that to me, okay?"
Zhong Siqiao laughed out loud, "Compared to usual, aren't you really sleeping a lot?"
Wen Yifan, "I just want to sleep for three days and three nights."
She went back to the room.
Zhong Siqiao suddenly asked, "By the way, is Sang Yan going home for the New Year?"
"Of course." Wen Yifan seemed to feel that her question was a little strange. She said in a puzzled tone, "He lives locally, and he has a good relationship with his family. Why wouldn't he come back for the New Year?"
"Oh." Zhong Siqiao said, "You're right."
Wen Yifan lay on the bed.
Zhong Siqiao asked again, "How are you getting along with him?"
"Not really getting along. We're just two strangers living under the same roof." Wen Yifan deliberated over her words, "We're just two strangers. There's no communication. When I see him now, I feel like he's a ghost. "
"You're exaggerating!" Zhong Siqiao said, "Wasn't everything fine at the party that day?"
Hearing that, Wen Yifan was stunned.
For some reason, Xiang Lang's honest answer suddenly flashed in her mind. Soon, she came back to her senses and smiled, "It's almost the same as when I was at the party."
After chatting for a while, Wen Yifan heard the sound of the door closing at the entrance.
After hanging up the phone.
Wen Yifan looked at WeChat again and found that Sang Yan had sent her a WeChat message five minutes ago.
Sang Yan: I won't be back before the eighth day of the New Year. Just lock the door.
Sang Yan: Help me get rid of the things in the fridge.
Sang Yan: [Thanks.]
Wen Yifan blinked her eyes and replied, "Okay" as usual.
On the night of New Year's Eve, Wen Yifan returned home at seven o 'clock.
Wen Yifan locked the door, took a shower, and made all the preparations before going to bed. Then, she took a small blanket to the living room. She lay on the sofa in the living room. The New Year's Gala had been broadcasting for a while.
Zhong Siqiao kept urging her and sent her messages on WeChat.
Wen Yifan replied: I'll turn on the TV too.
Looking through the message list, Wen Yifan replied one by one. When she saw Zhao Yuandong's message, she hesitated and replied: I have to work overtime tonight. Happy New Year.
The windows were closed, and because there was no air conditioning, it was still a little cold.
Except for the noise coming from the TV, there was no other sound in the room. Wen Yifan wrapped the blanket around herself and stared at the laughter on the TV. She couldn't be affected by these emotions at all. If it weren't for the holidays, she wouldn't have remembered that it was New Year's Eve.
She exhaled and scrolled through Weibo absentmindedly. Soon, she wanted to go back to her room.
Wen Yifan actually wasn't interested in the New Year's Gala.
She had always felt that it was just something that was used as background music when the family chatted and played on New Year's Eve. She felt that it was a very strange thing to watch alone.
However, Zhong Siqiao was still excitedly discussing the show with her on WeChat.
Wen Yifan didn't want to spoil her mood, so she wondered if she should make something to eat.
At this time, the doorbell of the house suddenly rang. Wen Yifan looked at the time. It was almost nine o 'clock.
She didn't know who it could be.
Wen Yifan felt strange and a little uneasy. She walked to the entrance and looked through the peephole.
Sang Yan was standing outside the bright corridor with his hands in his pocket.
She was relieved and opened the door, "Why are you back?"
Sang Yan glanced at her and said, "My relatives are here, I don't have a place to sleep."
"… …" Wen Yifan nodded and didn't ask much. She returned to the sofa.
Sang Yan changed into slippers and sat on another sofa.
Both of them were quiet and didn't say a word.
On such a holiday.
Wen Yifan wasn't used to the sudden presence of another person in the room. She subconsciously looked towards his direction.
After a while, Sang Yan moved first.
He got up and walked towards the direction of the kitchen.
Noticing his movements, Wen Yifan turned to look at him.
She saw Sang Yan take out a bag of noodles, a box of meatballs, and a box of vegetables from the refrigerator. Then, he also took a bag of frozen dumplings from the freezer. It seemed like he was going to make a midnight snack.
Wen Yifan didn't believe that he knew how to cook.
She secretly hoped that he didn't use a gas stove.
Using an induction cooker was enough to cook these things.
Wen Yifan was afraid that he would burn the kitchen.
After a few minutes.
Wen Yifan heard the sound of the gas stove being lit from the kitchen.
"… …"
She began to worry.
But thinking of the current state of the two of them, she didn't want to rush over.
She fidgeted for a while.
The sound of water boiling came from the kitchen.
At the same time, Sang Yan suddenly called out to her.
"Wen Yifan."
Based on the previous state of the two of them, it was more difficult than ascending to heaven for this person to call her name.
This made Wen Yifan even more certain that something had happened. She instantly got up and walked over.
"What's wrong?"
She just entered the kitchen.
Wen Yifan saw that Sang Yan was still holding the bag of noodles in his hand, but it was empty. His movements were a little stiff. He stared at the boiling pot as if he had poured the entire bag of noodles into it.
The scene seemed to be frozen.
After a few seconds.
Sang Yan raised his head and said with a blank expression, "I cooked too much."
"… …"
Sang Yan looked down and threw the package into the trash can next to him. He seemed to have said something casually.
"Can you help me eat some?"
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