Their eyes looked at each other.
At this moment, the background music on the TV seemed to understand what they were talking about. It was so quiet that even the sound of a needle dropping could be heard. It was an extremely awkward situation.
Wen Yifan calmly retracted her gaze.
However, the emotions in his heart were surging like raging waves.
Hug. Me.
Kiss. Me. Once.
Hug.
Kiss.
"… …"
These two words almost made Wen Yifan explode.
Wen Yifan could clearly feel that her cheeks were burning. She couldn't control it at all. She wanted to calm down and analyze the possibility of this matter calmly.
She wanted to give him a suitable answer quickly.
But Sang Yan didn't give her the time. His eyes were still on her. He said carelessly, "Wait, why are you blushing?"
Wen Yifan calmly said, "Oh, is it red?"
Sang Yan looked at her as if he had discovered a new continent, "Yes."
"Maybe it's because the food I ate tonight was too spicy," Wen Yifan calmly made up an excuse, "My friend also said that my face is very red."
Sang Yan twitched his lower lip. He obviously didn't believe it, "I see."
Wen Yifan didn't care whether he believed it or not. It was enough for her to deal with it. After the shock, she thought about it again and felt that Sang Yan's words were not quite right.
If he only said that he hugged her, Wen Yifan might think it was true.
After all, the degree of difficulty of this behavior was not high.
But if he kissed her …
Wen Yifan felt that it was more reasonable for her to sleepwalk and beat him up than what he said.
"About this matter, didn't you say it was a little exaggerated?" Wen Yifan said softly and carefully, "I think it was a little exaggerated? I might have just bumped into you while sleepwalking, and then there was some physical contact. "
"Oh. What you mean is, "Sang Yan's tone was unhurried as he directly exposed the truth," I purposely slandered you. "
"…" Wen Yifan immediately said, "I didn't mean that."
"I'm not blaming you." Sang Yan's messy hair fell on his forehead. His expression was relaxed. "But right now, I'm the one who was taken advantage of. You can't possibly bite back at me like this, right?"
Wen Yifan had no memory at all. At this moment, she had an extremely strong feeling of suffering in silence. She felt that these words were really unreasonable and couldn't help but say, "Since there was such a thing, why didn't you tell me?"
"Why not?" Sang Yan said, "But didn't you say it was a special case?"
"…"
"As for me, I am not such a narrow-minded person."
These words made Wen Yifan slightly stunned. She recalled the morning after she came back from Zhao Yuandong's place. When she woke up, she received an inexplicable thumbs-up from Sang Yan.
Wen Yifan fell silent and began to doubt herself.
Sang Yan added, "But this is nothing."
Wen Yifan looked up.
"What you think about in the day, you dream of at night …" Sang Yan dragged his words and spat out another word, "You?"
"…"
Wen Yifan held back, "Can I ask you a question?"
Sang Yan, "Go ahead."
When he first mentioned this situation, Wen Yifan wanted to ask this question, but she felt that this question was very awkward and would push the current situation to an even more awkward situation.
So, Wen Yifan held back and didn't mention it.
But at this moment, she was forced by his attitude and couldn't hold back, "Where did I kiss you …"
"…" Sang Yan's expression was stunned.
The ambiguity seemed to melt in the air along with these words, fermenting and spreading.
Wen Yifan regretted her words as soon as she said it. But the words that she said were like spilled water, she couldn't take it back. Her brain was stretched into a line, but her eyes were calmly looking at him, pretending to wait patiently.
Sang Yan raised his eyelids and casually pointed at the right corner of his lips.
"What?"
"The position you pointed at, with the height difference between us, I should be …" Wen Yifan paused for two seconds. She couldn't say that word, so she changed her words, "I can't touch you."
Sang Yan stared at her for a while and then said generously, "Okay, it's fine if you don't admit it."
"…"
Wen Yifan suddenly stood up, "Otherwise."
Sang Yan raised his head.
The next moment, Wen Yifan suddenly said, "Let's reenact our case?"
"… …"
Sang Yan smiled, "You want to take advantage of me for the second time?"
"I won't touch you." Wen Yifan said in a good temper, "I just think that the possibility of what you said is a little low, so I want to confirm it. You will still feel that your personal safety is guaranteed when you stay here."
"… …"
Wen Yifan looked at him, "Can you stand up for a while?"
Sang Yan leaned against the back of the sofa, slightly raised his head and looked at her for a long time. He didn't say much, he put his phone aside and stood up as if he was compromising.
Their situations were reversed in an instant.
Sang Yan was almost a head taller than her, her head could just reach his chin. Following his movement, Wen Yifan's gaze moved from the bottom to the top. She looked at him from lowering his head to looking up.
From this angle, she couldn't touch the position he said.
"Right?" Wen Yifan stared at the corner of his lips and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "I can't touch it at all, so there must be some misunderstanding … … unless I tiptoed, or you lowered your head … …"
Wen Yifan said as she looked up and met his gaze.
She was slightly startled, only then did she realize that the distance between them was getting closer.
— — The scene was silent.
It was as if the man in front of her was going to lower his head like what she said in the next second.
Wen Yifan looked away and her heartbeat inexplicably accelerated. She pursed her lips and took a step back. She didn't want to dwell on it anymore, "But this is just my guess."
Sang Yan's eyes were dark like the endless night outside.
"You really don't have a reason to lie to me. Although this behavior is out of my control, I still want to apologize to you. " Wen Yifan thought for a while and said seriously, "If this kind of thing happens again in the future, just give me a punch."
"… …"
Wen Yifan held it in for a long time and reminded him, "Protect yourself."
… …
Wen Yifan returned to her room after saying those words. She closed the door and stood leaning against the door. She thought for a while about what she said just now.
After thinking it through, Wen Yifan came back to her senses and walked inside.
She lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling, thinking about the position Sang Yan pointed at.
It seemed to be the position of his dimples.
"… …"
Sigh.
It can't be true, right?
She had sleepwalked so many times during her four years in university, but none of her roommates said that she would take the initiative to hug someone when she sleepwalked …
But she used to.
Indeed.
She liked it very much.
Sang Yan's dimples.
Wen Yifan wasn't so sure now.
She felt that her brain was like a paste. It was so thick that she couldn't think clearly. After a long time, Wen Yifan suddenly sat up, moved the chair in front of the dressing table and put it in front of the door.
For the next few days, Wen Yifan's first reaction when she woke up was to check if the chair was still in its original position. She was so nervous for a while. After confirming that there was nothing unusual, she finally relaxed.
Although she couldn't confirm whether Sang Yan's words were true or not, Wen Yifan always felt that she had done something wrong. There was always an inexplicable sense of guilt and awkwardness in her heart whenever she saw him.
It made Wen Yifan feel that it was a little weird to get along with him as compared to before.
But Sang Yan didn't seem to care at all, as if nothing had happened. His emotions didn't change at all. Therefore, Wen Yifan couldn't show that she cared too much.
She only hoped that she wouldn't sleepwalk again, and wouldn't do the same or even more exaggerated behavior.
Time flew by, the whole of March had passed.
Wen Yifan asked the director for a leave in advance. On the day of the Qingming Festival, she couldn't sleep well. She found a few horror movies and watched them all night. Only when the sky was about to brighten did she fall asleep in a daze.
But she woke up naturally after sleeping for less than two hours.
Wen Yifan got up and washed up. She took out the black sweater from the closet and left the room. She got up much earlier than usual. Sang Yan should still be sleeping. The living room was empty at this time.
It was cloudy outside, and the light in the house was dim.
Wen Yifan didn't have an appetite. She only took a carton of milk from the fridge and quickly left the house.
After checking the route, Wen Yifan took a bus nearby and went to the cemetery in the suburbs of Nanwu.
The previous few times, Wen Yifan had come with Zhao Yuandong, or with her uncle and grandmother. In the past, she had been driven there by them. This was the first time she had come here by car.
The location was quite far from the city. It would take four to five hours to go back and forth by bus.
After getting off the bus, she still had to walk about one kilometer. The area was under construction, and the road was full of potholes. There was no dedicated parking space, so the cars were parked in a mess.
Wen Yifan walked in the direction indicated by the map on her phone.
After arriving at the cemetery.
Wen Yifan made a simple registration, then entered the Cinerary Hall and walked further down.
The corridor was so long that it seemed endless. There were tall and long rows of cabinets on both sides, containing countless souls of the deceased. Wen Yifan walked in silence until she stopped in one of the rows.
She walked in and carefully looked for Wen Liangzhe's name.
She couldn't remember how many years had passed since the last time she saw him.
Wen Yifan stared at the name for a long time before she whispered, "Dad."
"… …"
"Shuangjiang is back."
It was a call that received no response.
At that time, Wen Yifan couldn't believe it.
He was clearly a living person a while ago. Why did he suddenly become a cold corpse? That tall and strong father had been shrunk by some unknown magic and was placed in this small box.
He would never speak again.
She always felt that it was a dream.
Everything was fine when she woke up.
But this nightmare continued. No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't wake up.
Wen Yifan stood in the same place and was silent for a long time. She didn't say anything. At a certain moment, her eyelids moved. She suddenly noticed the dust on the memorial tablet, which formed a sharp contrast with the memorial tablet next door.
It seemed that no one had visited for a long time.
Zhao Yuandong had a new family. After a long time, it might be once in a few years. Her grandmother and uncle's family lived in Beiyu. They probably wouldn't come specifically for this matter.
Wen Liangzhe's smile was engraved on the memorial tablet, forever fixed at that moment.
It would no longer have any emotions.
Wen Yifan's eyes gradually turned red. She blinked hard and reached out to wipe off the dust bit by bit.
She got home a little earlier than usual.
Wen Yifan habitually looked around the living room and the second bedroom. Sang Yan didn't seem to be back yet. She withdrew her gaze and stepped into the kitchen. She didn't eat anything the whole day. Her stomach was a little uncomfortable.
Wen Yifan first cooked some porridge. She rummaged through the fridge and took out some ingredients. She planned to make some soup to go with the porridge.
Turning on the tap, Wen Yifan peeled the watermelon and washed it. She looked down and picked up the kitchen knife. She neatly cut the watermelon into small pieces. Then she took out a box of fish skin dumplings from the fridge and threw them down.
When it was almost done, Sang Yan came back from outside. He took off his coat and glanced at the direction of the kitchen. He casually said, "You skipped work today?"
"Nothing, so I came back early." Wen Yifan said, "Have you had dinner?"
"Not yet."
"Then have a piece, I cooked a lot." Wen Yifan turned off the fire and took the soup out, "But I don't know if you can eat your fill with porridge tonight. Or do you want to cook something else? "
Sang Yan also went into the kitchen. He rolled up his sleeves and brought out the porridge, "I'm too lazy."
Wen Yifan nodded.
The two of them ate dinner in silence.
Sang Yan was still the first to finish eating, but he didn't get up to go back to the living room. He just sat there and looked at his phone. Wen Yifan quickly finished the porridge and stood up, "Will you clean up the table?"
Sang Yan used to cook dinner and let her eat when he cooked too much.
Although it sounded like he was asking her for a favor, Wen Yifan would help him clear the table every time out of the mentality of being treated by others. In fact, it was quite easy. There was a dishwasher at home. There was nothing much to do after cleaning up the table.
Sang Yan was a very fair person, "Sure."
Wen Yifan went back to her room, washed up, and lay on the bed.
She only slept for less than two hours last night, but Wen Yifan didn't feel sleepy for some reason. She tossed and turned on the bed for a while. She gave up struggling, got up, turned on the computer and started writing a press release.
Wen Yifan yawned and rubbed her eyes until two o 'clock in the morning.
She was about to go back to bed, but she remembered something. She turned around and moved the chair to the door.
She blocked the only way out.
… …
Three o 'clock in the morning.
Sang Yan finished the last game and went to the kitchen to get a bottle of ice water. He unscrewed the cap and drank a few mouthfuls. When he was about to go back to his room, he suddenly heard movement outside.
His eyelashes fluttered, and he lifted his feet to walk out.
He happened to see Wen Yifan walking out from the hallway. She didn't stop walking as if she didn't notice him. Her movements were slow and her expression was abnormally dull. She looked like she was about to bump into the bookcase next to her.
Sang Yan's eyebrows twitched. He quickly walked in front of her and put his hand in front of her head.
At the same time, Wen Yifan's forehead knocked on his palm.
She stopped moving.
After a few seconds, Wen Yifan changed her direction and walked towards the sofa.
Sang Yan retracted his hand and continued to drink water while paying attention to her movements.
Just like last time.
Wen Yifan walked to the sofa and sat down. She stared blankly at the empty space.
Sang Yan walked near her but didn't return to his usual seat. He simply dragged the stool next to him and sat in front of her.
The lights in the living room were still dark. Sang Yan didn't turn on the lights. The moonlight from outside shone in. Coupled with the exceptionally bright lights in the hallway, the room didn't seem dark at this time.
The atmosphere was too quiet.
Only the sound of Sang Yan drinking water could be heard occasionally.
After a long time, Wen Yifan looked down as if she just noticed Sang Yan who was next to her. She didn't seem to have any ability to think and was frozen rigidly.
Under the light and in the night, she looked a little scary.
But Sang Yan found it funny, "You finally saw me?"
Wen Yifan didn't say anything. Her eyeballs moved and stopped at the right corner of his lips.
Sang Yan playfully said, "What are you looking at?"
Seeing that her eyes didn't move, Sang Yan suddenly remembered that there was a feminine dimple on his lips. He was about to restrain his smile. But at the same time, Wen Yifan, who was sitting motionless on the sofa, suddenly bent down.
She was facing his direction.
Her movement was still slow, but it looked like she had a purpose.
Her eyes were still on the right corner of his lips.
The distance gradually shortened.
As if he had expected something, Sang Yan stared straight at her. His Adam's apple moved slowly. He didn't take the initiative to do anything else, but he didn't dodge either. He just stayed in the same place.
Like an invader lurking in the dark.
But he was extremely patient, waiting for her to take the initiative to send herself to him bit by bit.
Wen Yifan raised her hand and placed it on his shoulder.
At that moment, time seemed to slow down.
One second seemed to be longer than a year.
Sang Yan looked down.
He saw her eyebrows that haunted him. Her eyelashes were as thick as brushes, like tickling his heart. Her face was bare, and her skin was so white that it was almost transparent.
It was like a virtual scene.
The next moment, it was as he expected.
Sang Yan clearly felt that something touched the right corner of his lips.
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