This reminded Wen Yifan of last year when Sang Yan said that he didn't go home to sleep for the whole New Year because of his relatives. She moved her lips, but she couldn't say anything. After a long time, she finally said, "I don't have the concept of holidays. You should just stay with your family."
"It's tiring to visit relatives," Sang Yan said with a smile. "Do I look like a person who likes to celebrate festivals?"
Wen Yifan didn't know what to say. She took a bite of the apple and continued to watch the movie.
However, his mind wasn't on it at all.
Wen Yifan didn't know how to describe her current mood when she thought about Zhang Kejia's message and how Sang Yan could instantly sense her emotions.
Those terrible emotions seemed to be replaced by something else.
It wasn't bad.
It made Wen Yifan a little depressed.
Part of it was because of the mess at home.
But more importantly, it was because of Sang Yan and the way he had been doing things.
Even though Sang Yan didn't know why she wasn't coming home during the New Year, he didn't ask. Perhaps he was afraid that this would be an embarrassing topic for her, so he just went along with her and directly came over to accompany her.
However, she had always avoided talking about these things.
When faced with such a situation, the only reaction was to escape. He didn't want to mention it at all.
He wanted to know, but she didn't want to talk about it.
Then he would pretend that he didn't want to know.
Wen Yifan made up her mind and suddenly shouted: "Sang Yan."
Sang Yan's eyes were on the TV, and he answered casually, "Hmm?"
"It was Zhang Kejia who just sent me a message." Wen Yifan also looked at the TV and pretended to be casual. "She said that my mom asked me if I wanted to go back for Chinese New Year this year."
"…"
"But I don't have a good relationship with my stepfather." Wen Yifan paused for a moment and continued, "Not long after my father passed away, my mother remarried."
Sang Yan immediately looked at her, and the playful smile on his face gradually disappeared, "When did it happen?"
Wen Yifan was quiet for a few seconds and said honestly, "I'm in the second semester of senior high."
"…"
"That's right," Wen Yifan sounded a little embarrassed, "I was called out by the teacher in the middle of the class —"
His memory was pulled out in an instant, and he returned to the afternoon of the new semester.
Wen Yifan remembered that it was an extremely cold winter.
The windows in the classroom were tightly shut, and the air was not circulating, but there was still a cold breeze blowing in from an unknown place. Her fingers were frozen stiff, and the words she wrote were different from usual.
Wen Yifan listened to the hypnotic words of the math teacher and felt a little drowsy.
At this moment, Zhang Wenhong suddenly appeared at the door. She was holding a mobile phone in her hand, and her expression was a little hurried and flustered. She interrupted the teacher's lecture. "Sorry, Ms. Chen."
The math teacher: "What's wrong?"
"Something's up." Zhang Wenhong looked at Wen Yifan, "Yifan, come out for a second."
For some reason, Wen Yifan had a bad feeling the moment she saw Zhang Wenhong. It was as if God was compassionate and gave her a buffer before something big happened.
But she only thought it was a small matter. She felt that she would at most be reprimanded or her parents would be called over. She felt that what would happen next would just be a "major event" that was like the sky falling down, something that she often experienced at that age.
The surrounding students immediately looked at Wen Yifan.
Even Sang Yan, who was lying on the table, sat up slightly.
Wen Yifan immediately sobered up and was a little confused. She put down the pen in her hand and walked towards Zhang Wenhong.
Zhang Wenhong pulled her aside and talked to her.
Zhang Wenhong's tone was gentler than ever, as if she was afraid of provoking her. The sympathy in her words was obvious, "Go and pack your things, your mother just called me and said that she will come to pick you up now."
"…" Wen Yifan was stunned, "What's wrong?"
"Your father …" Zhang Wenhong finished her sentence with difficulty, "His condition is not very good."
… …
At that moment, Wen Yifan felt like she was dreaming.
These words came without any warning, and her mind went blank. She only felt that it was a fantasy story, as if she had heard some incomprehensible words. But she didn't dare to refute the teacher's words, she clearly felt that her whole body was trembling.
Wen Yifan returned to the classroom with a blank expression.
She stood in her seat and directly pulled out her schoolbag from the drawer.
Swoosh.
The things inside were moved by her strength and spilled onto the ground.
The math teacher stopped talking again and frowned, "What's wrong?"
Wen Yifan turned her head sluggishly and came back to her senses, "Nothing. I'm sorry, teacher. "
After saying that, Wen Yifan slowly picked up the things on the ground, and the students sitting next to her also squatted down to help. She whispered, "Thank you" and stood up.
Wen Yifan carried her schoolbag and was ready to leave.
Before leaving, she inexplicably looked in the direction of Sang Yan.
He was still sitting in the same place, his expression unclear, and his eyes were on her.
Their eyes met.
Wen Yifan pressed her lower lip hard and turned to leave the classroom. She held the leave slip given by Zhang Wenhong in her hand and walked quickly in the direction of the school gate, her mind full of what Zhang Wenhong had just said.
Your father's condition is not very good.
Condition.
Not very good.
What did that mean?
Why was her father's condition not good?
Her father was obviously fine.
Some time ago, he told her that he would go home after a period of time.
After handing the leave slip to the security guard, Wen Yifan went out of the school and took out her mobile phone from her schoolbag. She turned it on, as if she wanted to confirm the result, and immediately called Zhao Yuandong.
After a while, the other end of the line picked up.
Zhao Yuandong's voice was sobbing, obviously he had just cried, "Jiang …"
At this moment.
Wen Yifan finally believed what Zhang Wenhong had said. Her lips moved, but it seemed like something was stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say a word. She didn't want to listen to Zhao Yuandong's words.
"I asked your uncle to pick you up, but it will take him some time to get there." Zhao Yuandong managed to steady his voice and finish the sentence, "You can directly take a taxi to the city hospital, your aunt will go down and pick you up."
"…" Wen Yifan replied softly, "Okay."
Wen Yifan hung up the phone and walked to the bus stop next to the school.
Nanwu No.1 Middle School was a closed education system, the school's geographical location was also remote, and it seemed that there were few people nearby. Wen Yifan waited for a few minutes, but she didn't see a taxi coming.
Coincidentally, a bus came. Wen Yifan didn't wait any longer, and directly got on the bus.
At this time, there was no one else on the bus except her and the driver. Wen Yifan walked in the direction of the back of the bus, feeling extremely empty inside, and the world was about to collapse.
The bus started.
It drove forward for a few seconds, and then suddenly stopped.
Wen Yifan sat in her seat, and her body leaned forward due to inertia. She looked up and saw the front door of the bus open. The young man climbed on the bus, thanked the driver, and walked towards her while panting slightly.
"…" Wen Yifan said, "Why did you come out?"
"I suddenly don't want to go to class." Sang Yan sat next to her and said casually, "I want to experience what it feels like to skip class."
If it was any other time, Wen Yifan might have said a few more words to him. But at this moment, she wasn't in the mood to joke. She just twitched the corner of her lips, and then lowered her eyes.
Strangely enough, tears seemed to follow his arrival and flow down her cheeks.
After a few seconds.
Sang Yan asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
"…" Wen Yifan looked at him again, and wanted to shake her head.
But at this time, her tears fell down uncontrollably.
Drop by drop, it heavily smashed down.
Wen Yifan felt embarrassed, and immediately turned her head. She tried her best to hold back her tears, and her body began to tremble. She was extremely conflicted, she felt that the journey was extremely long, but she hoped that she would never reach the end.
She couldn't see Sang Yan's expression behind her.
She just felt that.
The world that she was in had completely collapsed at this moment.
But the next moment.
Wen Yifan's breath was occupied by the sandalwood fragrance on the young man's body. Her body froze, and she slightly raised her eyelids. Her vision was covered by the young man's blue and white striped school uniform. Her eyes were still filled with tears, and they fell silently.
Through the coat.
She could hear Sang Yan's voice.
It was so soft that it was inaudible, and it seemed to be comforting.
"I can't see it like this."
… …
Wen Yifan remembered that it was very cold that day, and the sky was gloomy. It was covered by large clouds, as if it would press down on the ground in the next second. It was the afternoon, but there was no trace of sunlight.
She was still looking sideways, looking out of the window. Her body was stained by the residual warmth of the young man's clothes.
That was the only thing that Wen Yifan could feel at that moment.
Wen Yifan maintained her original posture, and she was motionless. After a long time, she raised her hand and pinched the corner of the coat. Her strength gradually increased, and her back slowly relaxed.
All of her patience disappeared in an instant with this move of hers.
Wen Yifan's tears seemed to be endless, and her throat couldn't help but choke.
Sang Yan, who was next door, was quiet and didn't say a word.
Silent companionship. It was just a way to tell her that he was next to her.
Wen Yifan barely controlled her emotions when she arrived at the station. She rarely cried, but her eyes were a little painful from crying. She wiped her tears with her sleeve, then she took off Sang Yan's coat and turned her head.
Sang Yan also looked over when he noticed her movement.
Both of them looked at each other.
Wen Yifan silently retracted her eyes and used her hair to block his line of sight.
Silence.
Wen Yifan stood up after the bus announced the stop.
Sang Yan, who was sitting outside, gave her a seat and let her get off first. He didn't seem to know what to say, so he just followed behind her. He was more silent than ever before.
After getting off the bus, the chill came again, and it lingered around her. Wen Yifan was afraid that Sang Yan would catch a cold, so she handed the coat back to him and said with a nasal voice, "It's very cold, put it on."
Sang Yan took it, "Okay."
Wen Yifan knew that he ran out because of her, so she sniffed and said, "You should go back to school. Don't skip class, the teacher will be angry. You'll have to call your parents again. I'll just take a taxi, and my mom will come to pick me up. "
Sang Yan was silent for a few seconds and replied, "Okay."
After a while.
Wen Yifan looked up at him and said seriously, "Thank you."
Thank you for coming.
You gave me the strength to support myself.
At least, you made me feel that the journey here wasn't as difficult as I imagined.
This bus couldn't go directly to the city hospital, so Wen Yifan could only sit at this station and take a taxi.
A taxi happened to come, and Sang Yan stopped it for her without saying a word. Then, he tilted his head and said in a low voice, "Wen Shuangjiang, I don't know what happened to you."
She didn't know what to say.
He was afraid that he would say the wrong thing, afraid that he would poke at her scars, afraid that any comfort would be counterproductive.
Therefore, he would rather not say anything.
"I'm not a talkative person." Sang Yan bent down and stared into her eyes, he finished his sentence solemnly, "But no matter what, I will always be with you."
At that young and frivolous age.
Most people spoke on impulse, they wouldn't think too much, and they wouldn't think about whether they could do it or not. When he grew older, perhaps he would forget about it as a gossip, or perhaps he would treat it as a dispensable past that could not be realized.
Even Wen Yifan at that time felt that Sang Yan's words were just a comfort.
It was just a casual comforting remark.
But after a long time, Wen Yifan found out.
It wasn't like that.
Sang Yan always kept his promises.
As long as he said it.
No matter what obstacles there were, no matter how difficult it was, he would do his best to realize it.
Wen Yifan gradually recovered from her thoughts. She continued to bite the apple and glanced at Sang Yan. After listening to her, he slightly lowered his eyes. From this angle, he looked a little dark under the light.
Wen Yifan was afraid that such a heavy topic would make him feel at a loss, so she added.
"It was a long time ago."
Sang Yan seemed to come back to his senses, he turned his head to look at her.
Wen Yifan blinked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
She just felt lucky.
At that time, she chose to skip school.
Sang Yan looked down and asked casually, "Then you and your mother moved to your stepfather's place?"
"Yes, but we didn't get along well." Wen Yifan skipped some of the details, "So we moved to my grandmother's place."
"Is she good to you?"
Wen Yifan didn't react, "Huh?"
"Your grandmother." Sang Yan repeated, "Is she good to you?"
Wen Yifan was stunned, she smiled, "She's good to me. She loves my father a lot, so she loves me a lot too."
After she finished, Sang Yan looked at her, he seemed to be relieved, "What's wrong with your stepsister?"
"Huh?"
"She looks like," Sang Yan snorted, "She looks like she's close to you."
"No, she's like that. That's her character, she's always been spoiled by her father. " Sang Yan was probably referring to Zhang Kejia's random arrangement of drinks for her. Wen Yifan explained, "She's used to it. She uses the best and never makes do with what she doesn't like. She needs someone else to help her with the things she doesn't like."
"She's just a little girl who was spoiled since she was young." Wen Yifan could understand, she spoke calmly and gently, "Her father loves her a lot, plus I'm a few years older than her, so I usually give in to my sister."
"Give in to your sister?" Sang Yan laughed, "What kind of rule is that?"
"… …"
Wen Yifan thought of how she treated Sang Zhi when she mentioned this.
Without waiting for her to respond, Sang Yan suddenly leaned back against the back of the sofa. At the same time, he grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms.
Wen Yifan was caught off guard and fell on top of him.
Then, he used all his strength and hugged her from the back of her waist, lifting her whole body onto his body. After that, he didn't do anything else, he just quietly hugged her.
This posture was ambiguous and intimate.
Wen Yifan was a little nervous as soon as she got close to him, she looked down at him, "What's wrong?"
Sang Yan was very straightforward, "Hug me."
"… …"
"Where did all the food you ate go? Your bones are hurting me." Sang Yan reached out and pinched the flesh on her arm, he felt that it was a big project, "When can you gain some weight?"
Wen Yifan immediately said, "My friend said I'm fat."
Sang Yan raised his eyebrows, "Who? Deliberately making things difficult for you? "
"… …" Wen Yifan's lips straightened, she couldn't hold back her laughter, "Is there something wrong with you?"
He wanted her to gain some weight.
She started to pick on others when others said she was fat.
Sang Yan looked at her and smiled, he raised his eyebrows slightly, "Why are you still attacking me?"
Wen Yifan was still smiling.
The living room wasn't quiet, in addition to their conversation, there was also the background sound of the movie. It sounded intense and shocking, but no one cared about it anymore.
After a long while, Sang Yan touched the corner of her eye and suddenly called her, "Wen Shuangjiang."
"Hmm?"
"Don't use the bullshit your stepsister said and those idiotic standards on me, do you understand?" Sang Yan's eyes were pitch-black as he said slowly, "Do you think I bought everything in this house randomly?"
Wen Yifan was stunned, her lips moved.
"Everything was picked out for you. But if you don't like it, just leave it there. " Sang Yan's tone was very calm, but there seemed to be a little displeasure, "And what do you mean by your stepsister is used to it?"
"… …"
"With your taste in choosing a partner," Sang Yan stared at her, suddenly kissed the corner of her lips, and said arrogantly, "You should use the best for everything, understand?"
After the movie, they returned to the room.
Wen Yifan recalled the content just now, she felt that the movie was like nothing, she couldn't remember much of the plot. Suddenly, she suddenly realized that she was not suitable to watch a movie with Sang Yan.
As long as he was there.
It seemed that her attention could only be focused on him, such a normal thing like watching a movie would become a problem of the century.
It was like this every time.
Wen Yifan pursed her lips, her body still seemed to be stained with Sang Yan's scent, as if that hug was just a second ago. She recalled the scene of her sitting on Sang Yan, her face became less.
She calmed her breathing, and decided to take a shower to calm down.
In the bathroom, Wen Yifan took off her clothes, and turned on the shower.
Gradually, Wen Yifan's thoughts emptied, and she recalled the words that Zhang Kejia sent her.
At this moment, she only remembered one word.
When Zhang Kejia complained, she said "them".
So it meant that this time, it wasn't just Che Yanqin who came. Maybe there was Su Liangxian and Wen Ming, and … Thinking of this, Wen Yifan remembered the middle-aged man she met at Beiyu Hospital.
It was Che Xinde.
Che Yanqin's brother.
Perhaps he came along as well.
Although Wen Yifan didn't want to care about these things, every time she thought of these people, her mood would be affected uncontrollably. But miraculously, at this moment, when she thought about it, she only felt that there were no ripples.
Even if there was an impact, it was only a little.
It was so light that it could be ignored.
All her emotions were occupied by another person's extremely domineering nature. There was no space left for anything else.
Wen Yifan suddenly touched the corner of her lips.
It seemed that as long as he was there.
Then all her bad mood would disappear without a trace.
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