The scene seemed to be in a stalemate.
In the quiet space, the soup in the pot bubbled and made a gurgling sound. The smoke lingered in front of Sang Yan's eyes as if a layer of filter was added, blurring his eyes.
"I didn't want to choose this major." Wen Yifan lowered her eyes and naturally came up with an excuse, "There was a problem with my grades at that time. I didn't pass the major I wanted to choose, so I was transferred to online media."
Hearing that, Sang Yan also withdrew his gaze and calmly took a sip of wine.
Sang Zhi looked at Sang Yan and then looked back at Wen Yifan. She felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange.
Wen Yifan acted as if she didn't notice anything and continued, "But now it seems that you can only fill in the application after the results are out. You can refer to the cut-off points of previous years so that you can be more confident when filling in the application."
"Okay," Sang Zhi said obediently, "Thank you, Sister Yifan."
The topic gradually shifted to other aspects.
The previous episode seemed to have been skipped over just like that.
After dinner.
As the one who cooked, Sang Yan left after dinner. He sat on the sofa and played with his phone like a young master.
Originally, Sang Zhi habitually planned to walk towards the direction of the living room, but she noticed that Wen Yifan got up and started to clean up. She stopped and walked back to help clean up.
Wen Yifan looked at her and smiled, "Go study, I'll clean up."
"It's okay," Sang Zhi curled her lips, "It's not a big deal."
"Then help me put those vegetables together."
"Okay."
After half a minute.
"Sister Yifan," Sang Zhi whispered to her out of curiosity, "Can I ask you a question?"
"What?"
"If you don't want to answer, just pretend that you didn't hear what I said." Sang Zhi was embarrassed to ask, but she wanted to know. After all, it was impossible to get this information from Sang Yan, "Have you been in a relationship with my brother before?"
"…" Wen Yifan said, "No."
Sang Zhi wasn't surprised to get a negative answer, "Because my parents said that my brother was in a relationship when he was in high school. Then I thought it was you when I 'got lost' in front of you."
"…"
"So he didn't catch up with you," Sang Zhi thought for a while and guessed, "Then he changed …"
Before she could finish, Sang Yan suddenly stood up. "Kid."
Sang Zhi turned around. "What?"
"Let's go." Sang Yan picked up the coat on the sofa and said calmly, "I'll send you back."
Sang Zhi wasn't done gossiping. She said with a dull expression, "Can't I stay here a little longer?"
"Aren't you in a hurry to go back and study?" Sang Yan put on his coat. Because he was drunk, he only took the house keys. "So you were just bragging?"
"… …" Sang Zhi had no choice but to say to Wen Yifan, "Yifan, we'll talk about it next time. I'm leaving now. "
Wen Yifan looked up, "Alright, be careful on the road."
…
After leaving the neighborhood, Sang Yan hailed a taxi.
Sang Zhi went up first, fastened her seatbelt, and said, "Brother, why do I feel that your attitude towards Sister Yifan isn't very good? Wasn't she a nice person? She's also very gentle with her words. "
Sang Zhi had seen most of Sang Yan's friends, but they were all men.
Almost all of them were chatterboxes. When they gathered together, they were childish and noisy. Sang Yan's attitude towards those friends wasn't good either. His words were mean and arrogant, making people want to fight him on the spot.
But the way he treated Wen Yifan was different.
It was close to indifference and neglect. Even his words were cold.
However, Sang Zhi didn't see any other girls around him.
She didn't know if this attitude was considered normal.
"Is this how you pick up girls now?" Sang Zhi stared at his face and whispered, "But you two don't belong to the same world just by looking at your appearance."
Sang Yan glanced at her.
Sang Zhi gave him a sincere suggestion, "And brother, girls won't like your attitude."
"… …"
"Generally, they will like gentle girls." Sang Zhi thought for a moment, counted her fingers and said slowly, "They have a good temper and are careful. They won't always ignore people. It's fine even if their family environment isn't good — — "
Sang Zhi thought that Sang Yan hadn't looked for a job after resigning for so long. She wanted to take this opportunity to remind him, "You just need to work hard. Don't be unemployed at home all day."
Sang Yan finally spoke and said impatiently, "Is your ideal type Duan Jiaxu?"
"…"
Sang Zhi immediately shut up.
It was quiet all the way to the entrance of the district.
Sang Zhi got out of the car. When she turned around, she saw Sang Yan was still in the car. She was stunned and asked suspiciously, "Why aren't you coming down?"
Sang Yan: "Go up yourself."
Sang Zhi reacted and said in disbelief, "You're not coming back to sleep tonight?"
Sang Yan: "Yes."
"Aren't you afraid that Mom and Dad will break your legs!" Sang Zhi didn't expect him to be so bold. "Then you call them yourself. Otherwise, they'll ask me when they come back."
Sang Yan clicked his tongue and didn't even bother to say more perfunctory words. "What's wrong with you saying a few words for me?"
"…"
"Let's go."
After clearing the table, Wen Yifan returned to her room.
Wen Yifan didn't go to take a shower immediately. Instead, she sat at the desk and scrolled through her phone. She noticed that Zhao Yuandong had sent her a few more WeChat messages. The content was similar to the previous one. Wen Yifan had to work overtime during the Spring Festival to take care of her health and to visit her after the holidays.
She replied, "Okay."
After sending it successfully, Wen Yifan opened the new episode and watched it.
Unknowingly, his mind wandered.
She thought of what Sang Zhi had just said.
— — "Because my parents said that my brother had a puppy love in high school."
If she wasn't mistaken.
The person he was talking about should be her.
When they were in high school, the teacher thought that they were in a puppy love relationship. At that time, the teacher even talked to them about it and called their parents. She remembered that it happened twice, in the first and second year of high school.
Wen Yifan's thoughts were interrupted by the phone ringing.
She picked up the phone and heard Zhong Siqiao's voice from the other end. "Are you going to work tomorrow?"
Wen Yifan nodded.
Zhong Siqiao: "Sigh, we haven't seen each other for a few days."
Wen Yifan smiled. "It's not like there's no chance."
"Why do we live so far away …" Zhong Siqiao continued to sigh. "I've been away from my relatives for a few days. I'm tired and bored. He's not asking if I have a girlfriend. He's asking if he wants to introduce someone to me. It's like we've made an appointment. "
"How are you and your idol?"
"I thought it was about time, but he didn't mention it." Zhong Siqiao was a little distressed. "Is he using me as a spare tire? Or is he trying to find a more meaningful festival to confess to me? "
"If you really like him, it's fine if you take the initiative. But you have to see who he is first … "Before she finished her sentence, Wen Yifan suddenly heard the sound of the door opening and closing at the entrance. She paused.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I heard some movements in the living room." Wen Yifan didn't expect him to come back tonight. She said casually, "It should be Sang Yan."
Zhong Siqiao was surprised, "He's not staying at home since the third day of the New Year?"
Zhong Siqiao continued without waiting for her to answer, "But I still feel a little strange hearing that you two are sharing a house. After all, didn't he like you before? Nothing happened between the two of you? "
Wen Yifan said honestly, "We've only seen each other a few times."
"Okay." Zhong Siqiao said, "It seems so. After all, it's been so many years."
Wen Yifan thought about the university that night. She mentioned something, "Qiao Qiao, did Xiang Lang plan to get into Yihe University? Why don't I have any impression of this? "
"Yes, but he only mentioned it a few times at the beginning of the first year of high school." Zhong Siqiao reacted, "You want to talk about what he said when we went out, right? I also wanted to complain when he said it, but I held it in. "
"… …"
"He deserves it. He said those words on purpose for Sang Yan to hear. They didn't get along when they were in the same class in the third year of high school. " Zhong Siqiao laughed, "I forgot to tell you. After I sent you back, this idiot accidentally spilled the beans. He said that he was used to it and forgot how many years had passed. He also said that Sang Yan was cold and boring now. In the past, he could provoke Sang Yan into mocking him hundreds of times when he said this. "
"… …"
The two chatted for a while.
After hanging up the phone, Wen Yifan got up.
She wanted to take a shower, but she picked up her phone again. She pursed her lips and opened the WeChat chat window with Sang Yan. She slowly typed: "Xiang Lang said he would go to Yihe University with me."
At this point, she stared at the screen and paused.
She didn't know how long had passed.
Wen Yifan exhaled and deleted all the words she typed.
Forget it.
How long had it been?
It seemed strange to bring it up again.
Moreover, she didn't handle it well at that time.
Even if she wanted to explain now, it didn't make any sense.
The short three-day holiday was over.
Wen Yifan began to live the days of preparing to go out the moment she woke up, then closing her eyes to sleep after washing up. The slightly harmonious relationship with Sang Yan seemed to disappear with the passing of the holidays.
After that, it returned to normal.
Basically, the two would see each other every day.
But the number of conversations was pitifully few.
However, Wen Yifan didn't think that their interaction was unpleasant. At most, it was because they didn't get closer to each other during this period of time. They fulfilled their initial promise of not interfering with each other and lived their own lives.
Unknowingly, the whole of February had passed.
It seemed that overnight, the bone-chilling cold was chased away by the arrival of spring, and the temperature gradually rose.
Wen Yifan didn't go to Zhao Yuandong's during the Spring Festival.
Maybe because of this, since then, the number of times Zhao Yuandong looked for her was obviously a lot more. He would talk to her every day, and in the end, it would turn into "when are you free to see mom?"
After a long time, Wen Yifan felt that it was a bit troublesome to drag it on, so she simply dealt with it by meeting him. Thinking that after they met, the number of times Zhao Yuandong looked for her would probably not be as frequent as now.
Wen Yifan's rest day was the day after Arbor Day.
That afternoon, Wen Yifan took the subway to the address given by Zhao Yuandong.
As soon as she arrived at the gate of the community, she saw Zhao Yuandong's figure.
Zhao Yuandong was wearing a long dress with light makeup on her face. Her waist-length hair was curled.
Time didn't seem to leave any traces on her face. Compared with a few years ago, her appearance didn't change much. She was unbelievably beautiful and had the charm of her age.
Wen Yifan's appearance mostly took after her.
Seeing Wen Yifan, Zhao Yuandong's gaze paused and immediately walked over. She couldn't hide the excitement on her face, but her movements were awkward. She gently pulled her arm, "Ah Jiang, you're here."
"Yes."
"Why are you wearing so little?"
Wen Yifan was carrying the fruits she bought on the way and smiled, "I'm not cold."
— — Silence.
Zhao Yuandong's gaze was on her face.
The two hadn't seen each other for many years, so they felt unfamiliar with each other.
Looking at her face, Zhao Yuandong's eyes gradually turned red, and she subconsciously turned her head away, "You see, I'm the same …"
"…" Wen Yifan didn't like to deal with this kind of thing. She lightly pursed her lips, "Go in first, I have something to do later. I have to leave after dinner, I can't stay here for so long."
"Okay, okay, go home with mom." Zhao Yuandong wiped her eyes, "Mom is also afraid to disturb your work and rest. If you're not free, I can go over to your place. In the future, if you want to eat anything, just give me a call, I'll go over and cook for you. "
"I'm sharing a room with someone, I'm afraid I'll affect my roommate."
"Then come over when you're free." Zhao Yuandong looked at her up and down, and her eyes were filled with distress, "Look at you, you're so thin, you don't have any meat, did you not eat well?"
Wen Yifan, "I ate."
Zhao Yuandong looked at her a few more times and sighed, "Our Jiang has grown up, much more beautiful than before."
Wen Yifan just smiled.
The two of them walked to the building where Zhao Yuandong lived.
The house that Zhao Yuandong lived in now was not the same place that Wen Yifan moved to after she remarried. She probably moved a few years ago. It was a new high-end building, and the greening and property management were done very well.
The space was also a lot larger.
In her memory, Zhao Yuandong mentioned this to her.
But Wen Yifan didn't take it to heart, so she didn't remember when it happened.
Sitting in the elevator, Zhao Yuandong said next to her, "Oh yes, you haven't met Xinxin yet." Speaking of this, her smile became more obvious, "He's almost three years old."
The full name of Xinxin that Zhao Yuandong mentioned was Zheng Kexin.
He was Wen Yifan's half-brother.
"Your Uncle Zheng is still at work." The elevator arrived at the same time. Zhao Yuandong took out the key from his pocket, "Jiajia is not at home either. She goes to college and only goes home once every few weeks. And she specifically told me once before that she was too young and had too much malice towards you. But now she has thought it through and feels sorry for you. "
Wen Yifan hummed in agreement.
Zhao Yuandong opened the door and let Wen Yifan in first, "Take a seat first."
As she said that, she suddenly remembered something, "Oh yes, Jiang. Your aunt is also here. A few days ago, she heard from me that you came to Nanwu. Today, she specially came from Beiyu, saying that she wants to meet you. "
Hearing this, Wen Yifan looked up.
At the same time, she saw Zhao Yuandong's aunt, Che Yanqin, walking out of the room.
"Yo, Shuangjiang is here." Che Yanqin had permed her hair and was about the same age as Zhao Yuandong, but she seemed like a person of two different ages. Her voice was also rough, "Come, come, let aunt see you."
"…"
"How many years have we not seen each other," Che Yanqin scolded as she walked over, "You really have no conscience. After you went to college, it was as if you don't know where your home is. You don't even know how to come back to see aunt."
Wen Yifan's expression froze and turned to look at Zhao Yuandong quietly.
Zhao Yuandong did not notice and just asked, "Where is Xinxin?"
"Sleeping. After messing around for the whole afternoon, I'm tired now." After that, Che Yanqin brought the topic back to Wen Yifan, "Shuangjiang is really getting more and more beautiful."
Zhao Yuandong smiled and said, "Yeah, I can't take my eyes off you."
Che Yanqin said, "You look much better than when you were young."
"Of course," Zhao Yuandong laughed, then took Wen Yifan's hand and pulled her to sit down, "Let's sit first. Jiang, sit with mom and let's talk."
"…"
Che Yanqin sat on another sofa and asked casually, "What is Shuangjiang doing now?"
Wen Yifan did not answer.
Zhao Yuandong took the initiative to answer for her, "Still the same as when I was in Yihe, a news reporter."
Che Yanqin frowned, "Isn't that not very profitable? It's also bitter. "
"It's fine as long as Jiang likes it," Zhao Yuandong said, "Anyway, the money is enough to live, I don't need too much."
"That's true." Che Yanqin suddenly reached out and patted Wen Yifan's arm, as if she was about to get angry, "Shuangjiang, why don't you greet auntie when you see her? Why are you so impolite after reading so many books?"
Wen Yifan looked up at her and still did not say a word.
"Jiang's temperament is now calmer than before, and he doesn't talk much …" Seeing that the scene was in a deadlock, Zhao Yuandong's smile was a little awkward, "Jiang, why don't you call her auntie? She has been kind to us and helped mom take care of you for a few years. "
Che Yanqin had a smile on her face again, "That's right, I treat Shuang Jiang like my own daughter."
Wen Yifan only felt that their voices were like bombers, so noisy that her head was about to explode.
She lowered her head and resisted the urge to get up and leave right now.
"Yuandong." Glancing at the fruit on the table, Che Yanqin said, "Didn't you see that Shuangjiang bought fruit? Go wash it, let's cut it and eat it. Don't waste her kindness. "
Zhao Yuandong then remembered this matter, "Okay, eat the fruit and I'll prepare dinner."
When Zhao Yuandong entered the kitchen, Che Yanqin stared at Wen Yifan's face and clicked her tongue, "Shuangjiang, you don't know how to use your advantage. You're so beautiful, you can just find a good husband and marry him. Why do you have to live so hard? "
Wen Yifan pretended not to hear it.
"Don't think auntie is annoying, auntie is also doing it for your own good. I don't feel good seeing you so tired." Che Yanqin said, "Quit your job and go back to Beiyu with auntie, auntie can continue to take care of you."
"Your uncle has a partner who is very rich. He may be a little older than you, but he is very good to people." Che Yanqin said, "Auntie will introduce you to him. Don't always live like this, you have to find someone to love you more."
Wen Yifan looked up.
Che Yanqin said again, "Also, your brother is getting married this year, but he hasn't found a wedding house. We have taken care of you for so long, you should help him a little. Anyway, you're a girl, you don't need anything … "
The 'brother' she mentioned was Che Yanqin's son, Wen Ming.
"I met a company boss before," Wen Yifan interrupted her and said expressionlessly, "He's also very rich, and coincidentally, he likes men. Do you need me to introduce Wen Ming to him? "
"…" Che Yanqin was stunned and immediately became angry, "How can you say that!"
Hearing this, Zhao Yuandong immediately came out of the kitchen, "What's going on?"
Wen Yifan had not taken off her bag since she came in, and now she stood up directly. She felt that her patience had reached its limit, so she tidied up her clothes, "I won't come here anymore."
Zhao Yuandong did not hear it clearly, "What?"
Wen Yifan's eyes met with her, and clearly repeated, "This is the last time I come here."
"…"
"I don't want to contact anyone anymore. But my dad told me that I have to take good care of you after he passes away. " This time, Wen Yifan could not even show a smile, and slowly said, "I can't pretend that I didn't hear his last words."
"…"
"Then you can pretend that I died with him."
When Wen Yifan returned home, the sky was completely dark.
She changed into slippers, and as soon as she looked up, she saw Sang Yan lying on the sofa, playing with his phone as usual. He was wearing casual clothes, and his hair was scattered on his forehead. He was sitting very lazily, and looked extremely comfortable.
He overlapped with the boy who sat behind her when she was young, and used his legs to touch her chair from time to time to make his presence felt.
The TV in the living room was turned on, and an unknown movie was playing. At this time, exaggerated laughter was coming out.
Wen Yifan stopped in the same place, and inexplicably called him, "Sang Yan."
The two of them had almost no communication at home.
Perhaps it was an accident, but Sang Yan looked up and put down his phone, "What's wrong?"
"… …" Wen Yifan came back to her senses, and swallowed the words in her mouth. She smiled, "I may have to rest early today, can you turn down the TV before nine o 'clock?"
Sang Yan stared at her for a while, and this time he was easy to talk to, "Sure."
Wen Yifan nodded, "Thank you."
She returned to her room and quickly took a shower.
After coming out of the bathroom, Wen Yifan felt exhausted. She was so tired that she felt like she could fall asleep as soon as she closed her eyes. But there were countless images uncontrollably flashing through her mind, tearing her spirit apart bit by bit.
In the end, she was pieced together by dreams and sleepiness.
… …
On the other side.
Seeing that Wen Yifan had returned to her room, Sang Yan directly turned off the TV. He felt that something was wrong with her. He continued to play games for a while, but soon lost the mood and quit.
Sang Yan opened the chat window with Wen Yifan: [What's wrong with you?]
After staring at it for a while, Sang Yan didn't hesitate for long, and happily clicked "Send". Then, he casually started a game, and there was no reply from the other side after a round.
She fell asleep so soon?
Seeing that it was getting late, Sang Yan put his phone aside, got up and went back to his room. He took a change of clothes and walked towards the bathroom. When he caught a glimpse of the master bedroom, his gaze stopped, and he went back to the living room to pick up his phone.
Then, he entered the bathroom.
Sang Yan turned up the volume of his phone, took off his clothes and started to take a shower.
When he finished his shower and turned on his phone, there was still no reply from the other side.
Sang Yan's lips twitched, he put on his clothes and left the bathroom. He put his phone back into his pocket, dried his hair with a towel, and walked towards the kitchen. He was going to get a bottle of ice water to drink.
Just as he reached the dining room.
Suddenly, there was a sound of the door opening behind him.
Sang Yan turned around.
He saw Wen Yifan walking out. Her movements were a little slow, and her expression was blank.
He raised his eyebrows and put the towel around his neck, "What are you doing?"
Wen Yifan didn't speak and walked towards him.
She stopped in front of him.
"You came out when I just finished my shower? You don't have to be so purposeful, "Sang Yan looked down at her and said in an annoying tone," I want to see a handsome man … … "
Wen Yifan suddenly hugged him before he could finish his sentence.
"… …" Sang Yan's body froze.
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