His voice was neither loud nor soft.
But it was like a sudden clap of thunder that woke Wen Yifan up in an instant.
What did she say to Sang Yan when she came here a few days ago?
— — "Sorry, this is a decent bar."
— — "That's quite a pity."
"… …"
Wen Yifan pursed her lips slightly. She was overwhelmed by an overwhelming sense of embarrassment.
Fortunately, the bartender didn't hear Sang Yan's words due to the noise around them. He only wondered, "Brother, what are you doing?" Then, he pointed to the drawer and raised his voice, "Did you see the bracelet here?"
Sang Yan glanced at him when he heard that.
The bartender explained, "This customer spent some money in our bar a few days ago and left a bracelet behind. Su Tian picked it up that day, I … … "
He paused and changed his words, "Didn't you put it away?"
Sang Yan sat on the high stool and let out a lazy "ah".
The bartender, "Where did you put it?"
Sang Yan looked away and said casually, "I've never seen it before."
"… …" The bartender was speechless. He seemed to be speechless because of his capriciousness.
At the same time, two young women went to the bar to order drinks.
The bartender said to Sang Yan as if he saw his savior, "Boss, please entertain them, I have to work first." Then, he immediately turned around to serve the two women.
Su Tian had left the area without them knowing.
Only the two of them were left.
Although it was a crowded and noisy place, it wasn't much different from being alone. After all, the bartender had said that. One of them stood and the other sat. The atmosphere seemed to be disconnected from the surroundings. It was a little strange.
Sang Yan took a clean, transparent cup and poured wine into it until it was half full.
The next moment, Sang Yan pushed the glass in front of her.
Wen Yifan looked over in surprise.
The man's black hair was scattered on his forehead, his eyelashes were like crow feathers, and his face was half lit and half dark under the light. He was still holding half a can of beer in his hand. He raised his eyebrows, "How do you want me to entertain you?"
This time, Wen Yifan really had the illusion that she was here to visit a prostitute.
She was silent for a moment and didn't touch the beer, "No, thank you."
— — Awkward silence.
Sang Yan was probably embarrassed by the bartender's explanation, so he didn't mention his contact information again. Thinking that this was his territory, Wen Yifan decided to save him some face and didn't mention it.
She went back to the original topic. "Is the boss in charge of the lost items here?"
Sang Yan smiled. "Who told you that?"
Wen Yifan pointed at the bartender.
Sang Yan followed her gaze, loosened his grip, and suddenly knocked the can on the counter.
"He Mingbo."
He Mingbo subconsciously looked up. "Hey! What's wrong, bro? "
Sang Yan said indifferently, "Since when did I have so much free time to care about something as trivial as lost property?"
"…" He Mingbo obviously did not react in time. Moreover, he was still busy, so he only said, "Brother. Wait a moment, I'll mix this wine for the guest first. "
Sang Yan's attitude was really not good.
Wen Yifan pursed her lips and put the business card next to the wine glass. "Then I'll leave my contact information here. You can call this number when you find it. I'll come and get it. Thank you. "
Sang Yan didn't even raise his eyes as he replied perfunctorily.
Wen Yifan didn't know either.
If he treated any guest like this.
How did this bar operate?
Or maybe he only treated her like this.
Maybe he was unhappy with what she said earlier; or maybe he was still brooding over the past, so he pretended not to know her and didn't want to be nice to her.
She went to the police station in the early morning, then went to three places for interviews. She had to talk to the landlord about canceling the rent in advance, then think about a new place to stay. She also had to guard against the revenge of the man next door.
There were a lot of things waiting for her.
In comparison, Sang Yan's attitude didn't seem to be a big deal.
But somehow.
Maybe it was because of the lingering anger from waking up, she inexplicably felt a little stuffy.
Wen Yifan added softly, "It's very important, sorry for troubling you."
She was about to leave.
Sang Yan, "Wait a minute."
Wen Yifan stopped moving.
Sang Yan's Adam's apple moved and he shouted again, "He Mingbo, what are you waiting for?"
He Mingbo, "Ah?"
"I left the thing here." Sang Yan looked at him and said word by word, "You're not going to look for it?"
"… …"
Since Sang Yan said so, He Mingbo couldn't give up and searched again. This time, he magically found it in the lower cabinet. He was relieved and immediately handed it to her, "Is it this one?"
Wen Yifan took it, "Yes, thank you."
He Mingbo looked at Sang Yan's direction and touched the back of his head, "It's okay. We're sorry for taking up so much of your time. "
Sang Yan continued to drink and didn't say anything.
Wen Yifan nodded, said goodbye and left.
It was cold and humid outside, and there were very few people. It was deserted and empty along the way.
Wen Yifan was so cold that she didn't want to touch her phone. She quickly told Zhong Siqiao on WeChat, "I found the bracelet." Then, she put her hand back into her pocket. She sniffled and was inexplicably distracted.
Her thoughts were gradually filled with memories.
Because of the bad and somewhat familiar Sang Yan.
She remembered the scene when they first met.
… …
Wen Yifan was late on the first day of high school.
After arriving at school, she didn't even have time to return to the dormitory. She asked her uncle to put her luggage at the dormitory manager's place, then she hurriedly ran to Block A where high school was located and climbed to the fourth floor.
She passed through a corridor and walked towards the inner area. She saw Sang Yan for the first time when she passed by the school water dispenser.
The young man was tall, wearing a blue and white striped school uniform, and his school bag was hanging loosely. His facial features were handsome and elegant, his expression was very indifferent, and he looked a little unapproachable.
He was in a completely different state from her.
It seemed like he didn't know that the bell had rung, he was there leisurely collecting the water.
Wen Yifan was in a hurry to return to class, but she only knew that her class was on the fourth floor of this building. She didn't know the specific location.
She didn't want to waste time here, so she stopped and wanted to ask for directions, "Classmate."
Sang Yan released the switch, and the sound of the water was cut off. He slowly screwed the bottle cap and looked at her from the side.
He looked away after just one glance, he didn't want to talk to her.
Wen Yifan didn't know him at that time, she only felt that this person wasn't afraid of being late. He could still casually fetch water during class, he didn't have the slightest cautiousness and fear of a new student.
He was more like an old fox who had been traveling for many years.
So, she hesitated for a few seconds and changed the way she addressed him, "… … Senior?"
Sang Yan raised his eyebrows and looked at her again.
"Excuse me," Wen Yifan said, "Do you know where Class 17 is?"
This time, Sang Yan didn't look indifferent. He raised his chin and said benevolently, "Go straight and turn right."
Wen Yifan nodded and waited for him to continue.
But Sang Yan didn't speak again.
Wen Yifan also didn't hear any concluding words like "We're almost there".
She was afraid that he hadn't finished his sentence, so she asked again out of caution, "And then?"
"And then?" Sang Yan walked forward, his tone was casual and annoying, "Then look at the class number on the door. Do you want me to tell you one by one?"
He dragged out the last syllable and bit out the words, "Xue, mei."
"… …"
Wen Yifan thanked him with a good temper.
She walked in the direction he said, turned right and saw the door number of Class 15. Further ahead was Class 17, which was the furthest in. Wen Yifan quickened her pace and shouted at the door, "Reporting."
The teacher on the podium looked at her, looked down at the name list and asked, "Sang Yan?"
Wen Yifan shook her head, "Teacher, my name is Wen Yifan."
"Yifan." The teacher looked at the name list again and was a little surprised, "Only you and Sang Yan didn't come on the name list. I thought this name was a girl, so I thought it was you."
Before the teacher asked her to come in, a male voice came from behind Wen Yifan, "Reporting."
She subconsciously turned her head following the voice.
She saw the "senior" who gave her directions just now standing behind her. There were only two steps between them. She only realized that he was very tall when she got closer.
She had to look up to see his face from this distance.
His aura was cold and a little oppressive. There was a faint sandalwood fragrance.
His mood was indifferent as he said without sincerity, "Sorry teacher, I'm late."
"Both of you come in first, the seats are over there." The teacher pointed to the only two seats left in the classroom and asked, "Why are you late on the first day? Did both of you come together? "
The teacher pointed to the last row of the innermost group.
The two seats were connected side by side.
Wen Yifan replied honestly, "We didn't come together. My family had other things to do in the morning, so I was a little late when they sent me here. Plus, I didn't know the way, so I came late. "
"I see." The teacher nodded and looked at Sang Yan, "What about you?"
"My dad didn't know that I'm already a freshman in high school." Sang Yan walked straight to the outermost seat, put his bag on the table and said lazily, "He sent me to junior high school."
"… …"
It was dead silent.
In an instant, it was covered by a lot of laughter. The quiet classroom became lively.
Wen Yifan's lips also quietly curved up.
"Next time when your dad sends you here, remind him." The teacher laughed, "Alright, both of you sit down."
Sang Yan nodded and responded. He pulled out a chair and was about to sit down when he suddenly noticed Wen Yifan standing not far away.
He paused, "Do you want to sit outside or inside?"
Both of them looked at each other.
Wen Yifan quickly restrained her smile and said hesitantly, "Let's go inside."
The classroom was not big.
The desks were divided into four groups, each group had seven rows and two columns. There was not much space left in the last row. The chairs were pressed against the wall. If she went in, she would have to make room for the people on the outside.
Sang Yan didn't say anything and took a step out to make room for her.
The homeroom teacher on the podium began to speak again. "Let me introduce myself again. I am your homeroom teacher for the next year, and also your chemistry teacher." As she said that, she patted the blackboard. "This is my name."
The name "Zhang Wenhong" was neatly written on the blackboard along with a string of phone numbers.
Wen Yifan took out a pen and paper from her bag and wrote it down carefully.
After a while, the boy sitting in front of her suddenly leaned back and put his elbow on Sang Yan's desk. He seemed to know Sang Yan. He turned his head and said with a cheeky smile, "Miss Sang, your name is really girly."
"…"
Wen Yifan was stunned.
She suddenly remembered what Zhang Wenhong said when she entered the classroom.
"On the list, only you and Sang Yan didn't come. I think this name is more girly."
Hearing this, Wen Yifan's attention fell on Sang Yan.
He was tall, but sitting in this narrow seat, his long legs couldn't fit into the desk. One of them was propped on the outside. His eyelids were drooping, giving people a sleepy and impatient feeling.
He looked at the boy with a blank expression.
"I didn't say that, the teacher just said it. But after she said that, I thought about your name again. It really can fascinate me. "The boy held back his laughter," If you were a girl, I would definitely hit on you. "
Sang Yan looked at him up and down and then said slowly, "Su Haoan, don't you know what you're doing?"
Su Haoan, "What?"
"I'm a girl, so I like a toad?"
"…" Su Haoan's face instantly turned black. He was silent for three seconds, "Get lost."
Wen Yifan was distracted as she listened to their conversation. She felt like laughing.
His tone reminded her of how Sang Yan called himself a senior and called her a junior. She paused and muttered in her heart, "Shameless."
At this time, Zhang Wenhong was called out by another teacher.
Without someone to hold the fort, the chatter in the classroom gradually became louder.
"Also, what about my name?" Sang Yan wasn't done yet, he continued, "It's the Chinese dictionary that my dad looked through for seven days and seven nights, held hundreds of family meetings, and then chose again and again …"
Wen Yifan rested her chin on her hand. Her mind gradually emptied as she listened to his words word by word.
He paused for a few seconds, then casually finished his sentence, "He chose the manliest word."
The extremely noisy background brought a sense of security. Wen Yifan stared at the words on the notebook, sighed slightly and commented softly, "In the end, it's not as manly as me."
"… …"
Su Haoan sneered, "Then why don't you just call him manly?"
Wen Yifan inexplicably laughed, she lowered her head and laughed silently. After a long while, she suddenly realized that Sang Yan didn't respond to Su Haoan's words.
He was silent.
It was so quiet at this moment as if he didn't exist.
She subconsciously looked at Sang Yan.
Only then she realized that Sang Yan's gaze had moved to her without her knowing. His dark and slightly cold eyes, the starry sunlight fell on the corners of his eyes, but it didn't make him look any gentler.
He was straightforward with a hint of scrutiny.
Wen Yifan's heart skipped a beat.
What's going on?
"… …"
Did he hear what I said just now … …
It can't be?
It can't be, right?
Before she could come to a conclusion.
Sang Yan tapped the edge of the table with his fingertips and said leisurely, "Ah, yes. I didn't have the time to ask. "
Wen Yifan held her breath and clenched the pen in her hand.
"New deskmate?" Sang Yan tilted his head and said arrogantly, "What's your name?"
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