The distance between the two of them was shortened in an instant.
The familiar breath of the man pressed down on her, and his eyes were very close.
His eyes were thin, the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, and there was an inherent sharpness in them. When he stared at someone, it was as if he was examining them. He was aloof, heartless, and cold.
At this moment, he bent down and looked into her eyes. There was less distance between them.
Wen Yifan leaned back against the wall of the elevator and looked back at him. She didn't avoid his gaze. Her thoughts seemed to have turned into paste, and she couldn't wrap her head around it. She only felt that his suggestion wasn't a good one, so she replied stiffly, "I don't have any plans for now."
Sang Yan straightened up, and the smile on his lips was still there. She didn't know whether he believed her or not.
After thinking for a while, Wen Yifan couldn't help but add, "I'll inform you when I have one in the future."
"… …"
After saying that, Wen Yifan did not wait for his reaction, calmly lifted her feet and walked out. She felt that she was walking steadily, but her footsteps were heavy, and it took a lot of effort to lift her feet. She also felt like she was stepping on cotton.
Sang Yan finally noticed that something was wrong with her, "How much did you drink tonight?"
Wen Yifan stopped, "One glass."
Sang Yan, "One glass of what?"
Wen Yifan shook her head, "I don't know."
Sang Yan frowned, and his tone wasn't pleasant, "Why did you drink so much if you don't know?"
Wen Yifan, "Xiao Tian gave it to me."
She was like a robot, answering whatever he asked. She didn't look much different from usual. If it weren't for that sentence, Sang Yan wouldn't have noticed that she was drunk.
Sang Yan was afraid that she would fall, so he stepped forward and reached out to hold her, "Stand properly."
Seeing his action, Wen Yifan subconsciously stepped back and raised her hand to press down on the sweater's hat, "Sang Yan."
“？”
Wen Yifan pursed her lips as she stared into his eyes. She inexplicably said something very sincere, as if she wanted to get closer to him, "I think I've been treating you quite well recently."
Sang Yan's movement slightly paused.
She continued, "I didn't refute anything you said, and I even listened to everything you said."
Sang Yan withdrew his hand and said lightly, "What do you want to say?"
"So, I want to discuss something with you." Wen Yifan felt like throwing up again. She moved closer to him and smelled his scent. "Can you not strangle me?"
Sang Yan: "?"
"I want," Wen Yifan said word by word, "to take a good breath."
"…"
At the same time, Sang Yan noticed that she had been pressing down on her hat. Because of this, he recalled his previous actions towards Mu Chengyun. The corner of his mouth twitched. Speechless, he grabbed her arm.
Wen Yifan's hand was still stiff, and her body language was full of vigilance.
"That's enough." Sang Yan clicked his tongue, but his movements were light. "I won't touch your hat."
"…"
Hearing this, Wen Yifan looked doubtful and slowly put down her hand.
Sang Yanxu supported her as they walked towards the direction of the house. Looking at the side of her face, he lowered his eyes again and stared at her arm that was so soft it seemed to have no bones. He said in a barely audible voice, "You don't deserve that treatment."
After entering the house, Wen Yifan changed into indoor slippers and subconsciously walked in the direction of the room. But after a few steps, Sang Yan pulled her back and pulled her to the sofa. "Sit down."
Wen Yifan nodded and watched Sang Yan boil a pot of water. Then, he turned around and walked towards the kitchen.
Soon, he turned back and added, "Don't touch the water."
Wen Yifan didn't know what he wanted to do, so she could only nod. At this moment, her stomach was uncomfortable, and her eyelids drooped uncontrollably. She wanted to drink something hot, but she also wanted to go to sleep.
After waiting for a while.
Coincidentally, she saw the boiling water next to her. Wen Yifan let out a sigh of relief. She wanted to pour a cup of hot water to drink, but subconsciously reached out her hand.
The next moment, Sang Yan's voice rang out. "What are you doing?"
"…" Wen Yifan immediately retracted her hand.
She felt guilty for touching someone else's things without their consent.
Sang Yan walked back and sat next to her. He held a jar of honey in his hand and poured a few spoonfuls into a cup. Then, he poured some cold water in and mixed it with hot water.
He hadn't taken off his suit. His shoulders were broad and his legs were long. It made his temperament more serious, and suppressed a bit of cynicism.
Wen Yifan noticed his clothes again. "Why are you wearing this today?"
Sang Yan didn't answer. He put the cup in front of her. "Drink it."
Wen Yifan took it, took a few sips, and continued to ask, "Have you found a job?"
He was extraordinarily cold and still didn't answer.
But after Wen Yifan drank too much, she was a little more talkative than usual. "When did you find a job?"
Although they were basically all questions.
She didn't seem to care whether he answered or not. She asked herself, "This job still needs to be done. Do you wear a formal suit?"
Sang Yan laughed. "You have a lot of questions."
Wen Yifan blinked.
"But now," seeing that she drank less than half of the cup, Sang Yan got up. "I'm not interested in talking to a drunkard like you."
Feeling that she was framed, Wen Yifan immediately said, "I only drank one cup."
Sang Yan ignored her and continued to walk to the kitchen.
Behind him, Wen Yifan said again, "You drank more than a dozen bottles of wine at the graduation ceremony. That's what you call a drunkard."
He instantly stopped and turned around. "How did you know?"
Wen Yifan said honestly, "Mu Chengyun told me."
"…"
"Why did you drink so much?"
After a long silence, Sang Yan looked away, "How long ago was that?"
Sang Yan, "I've forgotten."
"Oh." After drinking half a cup of honey, Wen Yifan felt that her mind seemed to be clearer and her stomach wasn't as uncomfortable. "Then you should drink less in the future."
Sang Yan didn't respond and went straight to the kitchen.
Not long after.
Sang Yan came out with a bowl of porridge and placed it in front of Wen Yifan. He lay back on the sofa as if he was finally done with his work. He said lazily, "Go back to sleep after you finish drinking."
"… …"
At this moment, Wen Yifan truly felt the happiness of having a roommate. She thought to herself that Sang Yan was still a good person. If he was not feeling well in the future, she would definitely return the favor and take care of him.
Sang Yan lay down and played with his phone for a while.
Wen Yifan slowly drank the porridge. When she was about to thank him, Sang Yan's phone rang.
Sang Yan picked up the phone immediately, "Speak."
He seemed to be like this all the time. He would never say a word of greeting when he called someone he knew. It seemed like he was extremely impatient. His tone was asking the other party to hurry up.
Wen Yifan swallowed the words she was about to say.
The person on the other end said something and Sang Yan asked, "Whose birthday is it?"
"Oh, you don't have to specifically call me to remind me." Sang Yan's tone was casual and he didn't seem to care, "Just tell Duan Jiaxu that there's no need to announce his birthday to the world at his age."
"… …"
"If he really wanted to, he could have done it secretly." Sang Yan paused for a few seconds and sneered, "What do you mean I'm old? Tell him to stop the 80's generation from scamming me, a 90's generation. "
"Alright, hurry up and study." Sang Yan said, "The college entrance examination is next month. Why do you care about this?"
"I'm hanging up."
Although the phone was hung up, the room was quiet.
Wen Yifan's brain was sluggish. She suddenly remembered something, "Isn't your birthday January 90?"
Sang Yan glanced at her, "Why?"
"I think it's the day after New Year's," Wen Yifan said, "That's only two days away from 1989."
Sang Yan was playing with his phone, as if he didn't understand the meaning behind her words. He said in a frivolous tone, "You seem to remember my things very well."
Wen Yifan paused for a second and said softly, "Because the date is easy to remember."
"Oh." Sang Yan didn't seem to care too much. His expression was calm, "It's easy to remember."
…
After finishing the porridge, Wen Yifan thanked Sang Yan and returned to the room. When she was taking a shower, she was steamed by the hot steam. Her thoughts gradually became clear and she recalled the stupid things she did and said tonight.
She was vexed and regretted that she had drunk the wine tonight.
The remaining drunkenness made Wen Yifan's sleepiness rise to the peak.
After leaving the bathroom, she lay on the bed. Her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't open them. She didn't have the energy to think about what happened tonight. In a daze, she remembered the glass of honey water that Sang Yan put in her hand.
It was extremely warm.
The temperature seemed to spread from her fingertips to her whole body.
Before she completely lost consciousness.
Wen Yifan's mind uncontrollably came up with a thought.
She hoped that Sang Yan could stay here longer.
Perhaps it was because of Mu Chengyun's words that night, Wen Yifan dreamt of the day of her graduation ceremony. But the scene was a bit illusory. It looked real, but not too real.
She couldn't tell if it was reality or an illusion in the dream.
In her memory, the graduation ceremony seemed to have ended in the afternoon.
Wen Yifan wore a bachelor's uniform and held her graduation certificate in her hand. She and her roommates followed the crowd out of the auditorium.
There were a lot of people outside. Basically, they were all graduates wearing bachelor's uniforms taking photos with their friends and family. People came and went. Along the way, they bumped into many people they knew.
Wen Yifan was also dragged over to take a few photos from time to time.
Because of their fourth-year internship, they were busy with their own things. The girls hadn't seen each other for a while. At this time, they talked a lot, talking about all kinds of things that happened during their internship.
After a topic ended, Wen Yifan heard one of her roommates say, "Oh right, I just got my graduation certificate and saw a super, super, super handsome guy in the back row. I don't know which department he is from. "
Another roommate said, "Damn, why didn't you call me to see him!"
"How can you blame me? You guys were waiting to get your graduation certificates. When you came down, I wanted to call you guys but I couldn't find the handsome guy. I even thought I was seeing things."
"Okay, I'll take it that you're seeing things."
Wen Yifan listened to their conversation and couldn't help but laugh.
Not long after, the four of them were called over by a classmate they knew to take photos.
Wen Yifan was led over by her roommate. She was arranged to sit in the middle. Looking at the camera, the corners of her lips curled up very slightly. The photographer held the camera and loudly counted down, "Three, two …"
The last number hadn't been called out.
At this time, in the mixed crowd, Wen Yifan suddenly heard someone call her name. The voice wasn't loud or soft, but it was very familiar. She stopped breathing and subconsciously turned her head to look around.
The cameraman said, "Senior, why did you suddenly move?"
The roommate next to her also asked, "What's wrong?"
Wen Yifan was still looking around, feeling a little strange, "I think I heard someone call me."
"Ah?" Hearing this, the roommate also looked around, "Did you hear it wrong? I didn't hear anyone call you. Maybe someone's name is similar to yours, there are so many people … "
Wen Yifan didn't hear the rest of the roommate's words clearly.
Her eyes were fixed in a certain direction.
The man's back was thin and tall, as if he specially came to attend someone's graduation ceremony. He was wearing a formal white shirt and trousers. At this time, he might be looking at his phone. He was lowering his head and slowly walking away from the bustling noise here.
He walked in the direction where there were fewer people.
In an instant.
Wen Yifan thought of that rainy night four years ago. The sky was drizzling.
Although it was raining, the air was still hot and dry.
The young man silently sent her downstairs, the pride between his eyebrows completely collapsed. The young man who was high-spirited from the first time they met seemed to have been forcibly planted in his bones and could no longer hide his inferiority.
In the alley that was so long that it seemed to have no end.
He silently turned his back, step by step, and walked out of her world.
In a trance.
The two figures seemed to have overlapped with each other.
Wen Yifan's mind went blank, she uncontrollably took a step in that direction, and was pulled back by her roommate the next moment.
"Yifan, where are you going?"
The photographer also said at this moment, "Senior, take another picture!"
Wen Yifan blankly withdrew her gaze.
She only felt that he must be in Nanwu at this moment, it was impossible for him to appear in Yihe which was thousands of kilometers away.
There was no reason for him to appear here.
Wen Yifan absent-mindedly finished taking the picture, and looked in that direction again.
The scene she saw a minute ago seemed to be an illusion.
That familiar figure had already disappeared into the crowd and was nowhere to be seen.
…
Wen Yifan woke up from her dream.
Her mouth was uncomfortably dry, she got up and turned on the bedside lamp. The bright light hurt her eyes. Wen Yifan frowned, she still felt a little dazed.
The memory in the dream was particularly clear.
But at this moment, Wen Yifan also couldn't remember clearly, on the day of the graduation ceremony, whether she really saw that figure, or it was just a dream that added color to her memory.
Wen Yifan was in a daze for a while, after a long time, she closed her eyes.
Maybe it was the influence of the dream, or maybe it was because the emotions were magnified at night.
Wen Yifan's mood at this time was extremely bad.
She didn't feel sleepy at all, so she simply got up and planned to pour a glass of warm water to drink.
Wen Yifan didn't wear slippers to avoid waking Sang Yan. She opened the door and quietly walked to the living room. When she was about to sit down at the coffee table, she heard the sound of the door opening behind her.
Wen Yifan's footsteps stopped.
She looked back.
Sang Yan also came out of the room. He was wearing a casual short-sleeved shirt and shorts, and he looked slightly sleepy. It seemed like he wanted to get up and go to the toilet. He saw her from the corner of his eyes, he tilted his head and said casually, "Sleepwalking again?"
"… …"
"What's the trigger point of your sleepwalking?" Sang Yan's voice was low and hoarse, maybe because he just woke up, "Can you sleepwalk after drinking too much?"
Wen Yifan didn't say anything.
The moment she saw him, the scene from the dream surged again.
Wen Yifan's mind was completely occupied by the figure that was getting further and further away from the crowd.
It was an extremely quiet space, and the dim vision seemed to be bewitching.
There was a surge of impulse in her heart.
She recalled what Sang Yan said earlier.
— — "You suddenly ran out and hugged me."
Anyway, he didn't know.
He felt that she was sleepwalking.
He didn't know that she was sober.
Wen Yifan slowly walked in his direction.
Sang Yan yawned lazily and made space for her. He said obnoxiously, "You're not going to take advantage of me this time?"
Just this once.
She only rushed for this one time.
It was like returning to the midsummer after the college entrance examination.
When she was young, she stared at the young man's receding back and restrained her impulse to go forward and hug him. She forcefully retracted her gaze and slowly stepped back, choosing to leave his world.
At this moment.
At this moment, it was like time had gone back.
She wanted to make a move that she really wanted to make at that time.
Wen Yifan's heart was completely occupied by the desire and the remaining drunkenness at that time. She didn't have any rationality left. She stopped next to him, and her heart was beating so fast at this moment that it almost rushed out of her body.
Sang Yan was only one step away from her.
The smell of the man was no different from when he was young.
An extremely faint sandalwood fragrance spread in the air.
Because it was her first time doing this kind of thing, Wen Yifan held her breath and paused for a moment.
Sang Yan continued, "Hurry back … …"
He didn't finish his words.
Wen Yifan lowered her eyes, leaned forward, and raised her hands to hug him.
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