Wen Yifan retorted, "I'm not afraid … …"
When she met Sang Yan's gaze, she realized the word "also" in his words and her voice paused for a few seconds. She subconsciously wanted to save some face for him, so she forcefully added, "Really?"
"… …"
Wen Yifan didn't expect Sang Yan to be afraid of this.
After all, Sang Yan was always fearless, and she also remembered that it wasn't the first time Sang Yan watched a horror movie in front of her.
In her memory, there was a physical education class in the first year of high school. Due to the rainstorm, the physical education teacher asked the sports committee member to inform everyone to stay in class to study or watch a movie.
At that time, the computer in the class couldn't connect to the internet, and only one student had a horror movie saved in his USB, so there was no other choice. But because most of the students didn't want to study by themselves, they finally chose to watch the horror movie after being rejected by a few people.
At that time, Wen Yifan was sitting behind the third group in the classroom.
Sang Yan was sitting at the end of the fourth group, one row behind her, diagonally behind her.
Because Wen Yifan had watched this movie before, she didn't pay too much attention to it. She glanced at the projection screen from time to time while writing the questions. When she looked up, she happened to see the ghost face in the movie.
At the same time, Wen Yifan heard a scream from next door.
She looked along the direction.
It was Sang Yan's male deskmate.
The boy seemed to be scared by the scene and leaned back. Because of his big movement, his chair tilted backward as if he was going to fall the next moment. In a hurry, he grabbed the back of Sang Yan's chair to stabilize his body.
But he was fat, so he dragged Sang Yan backward.
Both of them made a loud noise.
Everyone in the class looked over because of that.
Sang Yan looked sleepy, he seemed to be woken up by the noise. He wasn't in a good mood, he frowned and stood up from the ground, "What are you doing?"
The boy was still in a panic, "Damn, I was scared to death."
"… …"
Hearing this, Sang Yan looked at the screen and happened to see the ghost crawling out of the TV. His gaze was fixed and his expression didn't change at all, "How can this be scarier than you?"
… …
So, Sang Yan fell asleep because he was scared?
It seemed to make sense.
Because of Sang Yan's action of slapping the sofa, Wen Yifan naturally sat next to him.
Other than the sound of the movie, there was no other sound in the room. The scent of the shower gel on Sang Yan was faint. During the viewing process, he was silent most of the time, but his presence was particularly strong.
Wen Yifan poured a cup of warm water and continued to watch the movie.
But this time, he couldn't concentrate too much.
After a while, Wen Yifan realized that she wasn't sitting in her usual seat.
The distance between the two of them was also shorter than usual.
This distance inexplicably reminded Wen Yifan of the scene where Sang Yan suddenly appeared next to her outside the supermarket tonight.
Whoosh.
Everything around him seemed to have been disconnected.
The damp and heavy smell of the cold rain was instantly covered by the man's scent. She looked up and saw Sang Yan's eyebrows and eyes, which were so clear that she could count the number of his eyelashes.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Sang Yan turning sideways to grab a glass of water.
The distance between them was instantly shortened.
For some reason, Wen Yifan was a little nervous. She stood up suddenly.
Sang Yan looked up.
Without waiting for him to ask, Wen Yifan calmly said, "I'm going to get a bottle of yogurt, do you want some?"
"Oh," Sang Yan retracted his gaze, "No."
Wen Yifan took a bottle of strawberry yogurt from the fridge and returned to the living room.
Sang Yan was drinking water, his eyes weren't on the TV, and he looked indifferent. Wen Yifan's footsteps stopped for half a beat, turned in another direction, and sat back in her usual seat out of habit.
She didn't sit next to him again.
After the movie ended, Wen Yifan casually said a few words about her thoughts. She didn't deliberately tell him not to be afraid, which would hurt his self-esteem. She took her things and went back to the room.
She rummaged through the closet for her pajamas, and unknowingly began to wander, thinking about the movie she watched tonight.
And Mu Chengyun, who she just saw in the entry.
Wen Yifan's movements were a little sluggish, only then did she notice this.
It felt a little coincidental.
Could it be that Sang Yan saw the content in the entry tonight, so he found this movie to watch?
The next moment, Wen Yifan also recalled the voice message Sang Yan sent after the shower.
— — "Recommend a horror movie, hypnotic."
Wen Yifan suddenly understood, and stopped thinking about it.
…
The next morning.
Wen Yifan changed her clothes and went out to the living room, planning to make breakfast. She took out the milk powder under the coffee table, and glanced at the empty sofa next door. She couldn't get used to it.
Based on their shared living during this period of time, Wen Yifan roughly observed that Sang Yan's schedule was not very stable. He slept early in the morning and late at night, sometimes in the afternoon.
But no matter how late he slept, he would wake up early in the morning.
Every day when Wen Yifan left the room, she could see him lying on the sofa, playing with his phone with his eyelids drooping.
He was sleepy and bored.
Wen Yifan didn't feel much, maybe because she didn't stay with Wang Linlin for too long last time.
But at this moment, Wen Yifan thought that Sang Yan would move out in a month, and she would have to start getting along with her new roommates again. Her mood was a little strange.
She wasn't unhappy, but she didn't know how to describe it.
Wen Yifan blinked.
But it should be normal.
After all, they had been together for two months.
If it was the first time, she should be able to get used to it quickly when she separated from her new roommates.
Wen Yifan went to the kitchen and baked a few pieces of toast in the oven. When she returned to the dining table, she saw Sang Yan coming out of the toilet. He seemed to have just finished washing up as his face was still wet.
Sang Yan glanced at her breakfast when he passed by the dining table.
Wen Yifan stopped and asked politely, "Do you want to eat?"
"Ah." Sang Yan stopped, pulled out a chair and sat down, "Thank you."
"… …"
Sang Yan glanced at the milk in front of her and tapped the table lightly, as if he was ordering food in a restaurant, "I want a glass of milk too, thank you."
Wen Yifan, "… …"
It wasn't a big deal anyway, Wen Yifan endured it and returned to the coffee table. She used the remaining boiling water to make a glass of milk for him. She was about to pick up the glass when Sang Yan also got up and walked to the coffee table. He took a bag of fruit cereal.
He tore open the package, picked up the milk and returned to the dining table.
Wen Yifan was stunned and followed behind him.
Both of them sat side by side.
The glass was also placed close to each other.
Wen Yifan sat down and noticed that Sang Yan was still standing next to her. She used the spoon that came with the package to pour some cereal into her glass. She looked up and reminded him, "You poured it wrong."
Sang Yan nodded and seemed to have just reacted. He then began to pour oatmeal into his cup.
He seemed to have just woken up and his mind wasn't clear, so Wen Yifan didn't care too much. She stirred the milk with the spoon and scooped a mouthful of cereal into her mouth. She thought for a moment and asked, "Did you ask about the renovation?"
"I didn't answer the phone." Sang Yan said casually, "I'll go and take a look in two days."
Wen Yifan just mentioned it casually, she wasn't in a hurry.
"Okay."
Tuesday morning.
Wen Yifan went to work. While waiting for the subway, she casually glanced at her phone and saw that Zhao Yuandong sent her a message.
Since the day she came back from Zhao Yuandong's place, she had been persistently looking for Wen Yifan to talk to. Zhao Yuandong didn't call her, maybe because he didn't dare to. He just explained it to her in words.
Wen Yifan didn't reply, but it would affect her mood if she read too much, so she simply set it to "Do not disturb messages".
Coincidentally, the subway arrived at the station. Wen Yifan put away her phone and just sat on the train, her phone rang again. The caller ID was from Nanwu. She picked up the phone and politely greeted, "Hello, who are you?"
"Shuangjiang, it's auntie." Che Yanqin's voice came from the other side of the phone with a flattering smile, "You're too much. If I didn't see you that day, auntie wouldn't know that you blame me so much. Let's talk about it. After all, auntie has raised you for so many years, and it's all your misunderstanding … … "
"… …"
Wen Yifan didn't finish listening, she directly hung up the phone and blacklisted the number.
Wen Yifan changed her phone number several times in the past few years when she went to Yihe University and returned to Nanwu to work. Therefore, Che Yanqin didn't have a way to contact her anymore.
Therefore, this phone number could only be given to Che Yanqin by Zhao Yuandong.
Wen Yifan didn't know how long Che Yanqin would stay in Nanwu before returning to Beiyu. She felt a little annoyed. She pursed her lips and quickly adjusted her mood. She didn't put this matter too much in her heart.
After all, Nanwu was a big place, the possibility of a coincidence was not high.
In addition, Wen Yifan never mentioned her recent situation to Zhao Yuandong after returning to Nanwu, nor did she mention her address and work unit. The possibility of being found by them again was not high.
Wen Yifan treated it as an insignificant interlude.
When Wen Yifan returned to the unit, Fu Zhuang came to her side and talked to her as soon as she sat down, "Yifan, Teacher Zhang resigned."
"Teacher Zhang?" Wen Yifan said casually, "Why did so many people resign recently?"
An old reporter who was holding a thermos flask happened to pass by. When he heard Wen Yifan's words, he stopped and corrected Wen Yifan's words, "There have always been a lot of people who resigned."
Then, he floated away like a buddha.
"… …"
"Yeah, how many people have left after us? Didn't Sister Lin resign before Chinese New Year? Then Brother Chen also job-hopped some time ago. The team is too short of manpower recently. "Fu Zhuang continued," I just overheard the director saying that they are recruiting again. "
Wen Yifan, "That's good."
"It seems that there are both social and on-campus job openings." Fu Zhuang said with a cheeky smile, "I have a classmate who heard that I am interning at Nanwu SARFT. He came to me a few days ago and asked if the station is still recruiting."
Wen Yifan, "Then you can give him an answer."
Fu Zhuang, "I have already told him, he should come for an interview when the time comes."
The two chatted for a while and did not talk anymore. They turned on their computers and started working.
After a busy day, Wen Yifan returned home at ten o 'clock in the evening.
It was pitch-black inside, and it was excessively quiet. Wen Yifan reached out to turn on the light. Coincidentally, her phone rang. She opened it to take a look. It was a WeChat message from Sang Yan. There were only three words: [Reply later.]
Wen Yifan replied: [Okay.]
…
Sang Yan did not return home until two o 'clock in the morning because he had something to do at the bar. Gently, he closed the door. Looking from the porch, only the lights in the hallway were on, the lights in the living room were off.
Sang Yan did not turn on the lights. He went to the kitchen to get a bottle of ice water and returned to the living room.
He just unscrewed the cap.
He heard the sound of the door opening from the master bedroom.
Sang Yan's eyebrows moved. It didn't take long before he saw Wen Yifan in her pajamas. Without saying a word, she walked to the sofa expressionlessly and sat down quietly.
"… …" Sang Yan felt that this scene was a bit strange. He looked at her, "What are you doing?"
Wen Yifan did not say anything.
Sang Yan asked again, "Can't sleep?"
She seemed to make a vague sound in her throat.
"Then go and turn on the lights." Sang Yan curled up on the sofa. He felt that she did not look right, "You don't have to come out to greet me, it's quite scary in the middle of the night … …"
Before he could finish, Wen Yifan had already stood up.
Sang Yan thought that she was obediently going to turn on the lights. He took back his words and looked at her while drinking the water. Unexpectedly, Wen Yifan seemed to ignore his words. She turned around and walked towards the direction of the room.
As if she had lost her soul.
After another ten seconds, there was a sound of the door closing in the hallway.
"… …"
Sang Yan:?
Because it was a rest day the next day, Wen Yifan did not get up immediately after she woke up.
She stayed in bed for a few hours.
Seeing that it was almost time, Wen Yifan got up to change her clothes and wash up. She was ready to go out and meet Zhong Siqiao.
Some time ago, Zhong Siqiao had made an appointment with her to go shopping together on Wen Yifan's rest day. She walked to the hallway, put on her shoes and was about to go out.
At this time, Sang Yan happened to come out of the kitchen and met her gaze. He stood there expressionlessly with a meaningful look in his eyes, as if he was waiting for her to take the initiative to say something.
Wen Yifan took the key and asked, "When did you come back yesterday?"
Sang Yan frowned, "You don't know?"
"I don't know," Wen Yifan felt that his reaction was a bit strange, so she explained, "I slept quite early yesterday, so I didn't hear when you came back."
"… …"
Wen Yifan opened the door seeing that he was not talking, "Then I'm going out?"
Sang Yan was silent, as if he was thinking about something.
After a few seconds, he looked up at her and said perfunctorily.
… …
Wen Yifan and Zhong Siqiao met at the subway station.
Both of them didn't have lunch, they first found a random noodle restaurant nearby for lunch. While waiting, Wen Yifan took out the autograph from her bag and asked, "Do you know this actor?"
Zhong Siqiao took it and stared at it for a long time, "What's this?"
"… …" Wen Yifan said, "Mu Chengyun."
"I don't know him."
"I met him when I went to interview him. He thought I was his fan, so he signed his autograph for me." Wen Yifan explained to her, "I looked it up later, it seems to be the male ghost from 'Ghosts When I Wake Up From A Dream'."
"The male ghost from 'Ghosts When I Wake Up From A Dream'?" Zhong Siqiao laughed, "Then he should be a 38th-ranked actor."
"Someone specially signed it, it's not good to throw it away." Wen Yifan sighed, "Alright, I'll use another script."
The two of them chatted on and off.
"Oh right." Zhong Siqiao suddenly remembered something, "A few days ago, my nephew had a high fever, so my sister-in-law and I took him to the hospital. Do you know who I met? "
"Who did you meet?"
"I saw Cui Jingyu, and we chatted for a while. She's married now and has a second child. " Zhong Siqiao felt that time passed quickly and sighed, "The only impression I have of her is that she liked Sang Yan very much in high school, and she pursued him in a high-profile manner."
Wen Yifan also had a little impression of this person.
"Hey, speaking of this, I'm quite curious about one thing," Zhong Siqiao said, "I've never asked you."
"What?"
"You really didn't like Sang Yan before?"
"… …" Wen Yifan was a little stunned, "Why do you ask this?"
"Because he's handsome, and really dazzling." Zhong Siqiao rested her chin on her hand, "And although I haven't talked to him much, I know he likes you very much. He seems to be very good to you. "
These words and the name that Zhong Siqiao mentioned just now made Wen Yifan fall into a trance for a moment.
Her thoughts were pulled back to a certain scene in the past.
Because of what Sang Yan said to the glasses man, after that, no one in the class would gossip about the two of them, and there were no more various kinds of absurd rumors spreading.
After a long time, other people also found that Wen Yifan was very easy to get along with, but her temperament was a little slow. Because of her good looks and good temper, gradually, many people would take the initiative to talk to her, and she also began to have many familiar classmates.
But since when did Sang Yan's attitude towards Wen Yifan had a very obvious change. He did everything openly and felt that it was reasonable, and he didn't even bother to hide it.
Everything had to be laid out in the open and laid out in the open.
Because of this, many of her classmates would privately ask her if she was really in love with Sang Yan.
At that time, Wen Yifan wasn't very clear about what was going on.
She felt that according to Sang Yan's character, it was impossible for him to have such thoughts, and it was impossible for him to put down his pride to explain these things. So when she heard these questions, she just smiled and denied it.
Fortunately, this matter would occasionally cause a commotion in the class.
Later, somehow, this matter spread to the ears of Cui Jingyu in the other class.
Many people in their class knew this girl because Cui Jingyu often looked for Sang Yan, either to give him things or to talk to him. She showed that she liked him very much.
After being rejected by Sang Yan, she didn't give up at all.
After knowing this matter, Cui Jingyu directly came to find him.
She remembered that it was during the break.
At that time, the broadcast gymnastics ended and all the students returned to the class. Wen Yifan walked behind. When she walked to the class door, she saw Sang Yan being blocked by Cui Jingyu at the door.
Cui Jingyu was beautiful and bold, with a bright and beautiful look that a girl of her age should have, "Sang Yan, I heard from others that you are chasing after the dance student in your class?"
Sang Yan was holding a can of coke in his hand. Because his path was blocked, he looked a little impatient, "What does it have to do with you?"
"I'm just asking out of curiosity. Everyone says that you like her." Cui Jingyu laughed and happened to notice Wen Yifan at the back, "But I just heard it from others, you don't have to be unhappy."
Hearing that, Sang Yan looked at Cui Jingyu. Then, following her gaze, he turned his head to look at Wen Yifan.
Seeing her, Sang Yan's lips loosened and then curved up.
The sunlight shone in from outside and dyed his body with a light golden color. It was as if he was carrying a thousand rays of light. At that moment, Wen Yifan discovered that when he smiled obviously, there would be a shallow dimple on the side of his right lip.
"This kind of rumor seems to have been spread many times, they are too bored." Cui Jingyu said again, "I know it must be nonsense, I just casually said it to you."
Sang Yan raised his eyebrows and looked at her. His tone still had that annoying tone.
"Didn't I say so?"
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