This year's Spring Festival came later than usual.
One night near New Year's Eve, Wen Yifan made an appointment with Zhong Siqiao to have dinner together. Zhong Siqiao had already started her vacation. She happened to be in Shang An today, so she came to see her.
After work, Wen Yifan met with Zhong Siqiao downstairs.
Come to think of it, the two of them had not seen each other for almost two months.
Because half of the winter had passed, Zhong Siqiao's skin was whiter than before. She had her hair cut short and had a small curl at the end. She seemed to be in a good mood.
The two of them chose a nearby hot pot restaurant.
Wen Yifan used the boiling water to heat the chopsticks and bowls, her thoughts drifting.
He gradually recalled the time when Xiang Lang had just returned to the country and the meal they had together. At that time, Zhong Siqiao casually said that Wen Yifan would be scalded by boiling water if she heated the bowl, so they didn't dare to let her touch the boiling water.
Sang Yan seemed to have heard those words.
At this time, Zhong Siqiao mentioned, "By the way, you rejected Sang Yan in high school. Will he bring up the past with you now?"
Wen Yifan came back to her senses, "He didn't mention it anymore."
"Doesn't he mind?"
"…" Wen Yifan shook her head. "I don't know."
"He shouldn't be such a petty person. I'm quite curious. After you got together with Sang Yan, is he still the same as before? "Zhong Siqiao asked." He's always scowling and arrogant. "
He didn't have a sour face.
It was indeed a tug, but it seemed a little gentler.
Wen Yifan gave a standard answer, "It's almost the same as before."
"Ah?" Zhong Siqiao was shocked. "Then you should talk to him and control his bad temper. It's fine at first, but it'll be quite annoying after a while. "
"He's just like that." Wen Yifan didn't want him to change. "But he's good to me."
Zhong Siqiao breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good."
"He's just like that. What he says is different from what he does." Wen Yifan recalled all kinds of things and said slowly, "I didn't dare to think that way before, so I only felt that his behavior was like what he said."
"Whatever he says, I'll believe it. Wen Yifan said, "So it's actually quite easy for me to get along with him."
Wen Yifan had never met anyone who could treat her so well.
His every move was extremely patient.
Never overstep.
It was as if he didn't want to cause her any discomfort.
It had been so long, but it had never brought her any pressure.
But he was able to silently invade every corner of her life.
"Eh." Zhong Siqiao said, "Actually, when we were in high school, I felt that you treated him differently. That's right, there were quite a lot of guys chasing after you. To everyone else, you always have the same attitude. You're always indifferent. "
Wen Yifan looked up.
Zhong Siqiao continued, "But you will lose your temper with Sang Yan."
Lose your temper.
Wen Yifan immediately recalled the phone call she made to Sang Yan for the second time after she was reported by her parents for puppy love.
Her expression froze slightly.
"It's not that I lost my temper. It's just that my tone is a little emotional," Zhong Siqiao said. "I went to your class to look for you once and saw Sang Yan sitting behind you. This is the first time I've seen you like this in front of another guy. I feel like you wouldn't even do that to Xiang Lang. "
Wen Yifan asked softly, "What is it like?"
Zhong Siqiao recalled that afternoon in her first year of high school.
Sang Yan sat behind Wen Yifan.
The young man leaned against the back of the chair and was casually flipping through a book. He lowered his eyes and stretched his long legs forward. He placed them under Wen Yifan's chair and swayed a few times from time to time as if he was looking for a sense of existence in an extremely childish manner.
After a few seconds, Wen Yifan turned around and said calmly, "Sang Yan, I'm doing a question."
Sang Yan stopped and raised his eyebrows, "What?"
She stared at him and suddenly said, "I'm going to change my seat if you continue to do this."
"… …"
Not long after, the young man slowly closed the book and retracted his legs.
"Alright."
Both of them looked at each other.
Sang Yan suddenly scratched his head and said, "Don't be angry."
… …
According to Zhong Siqiao's understanding of Wen Yifan.
If it was someone else who did this kind of thing, she would just silently pick up her things, change her seat, and return to class.
She wouldn't turn around and talk to that person with emotions.
Zhong Siqiao felt that their relationship was quite cute when she thought about it, "If you lose your temper with Sang Yan now, will he still give in to you?"
Wen Yifan said honestly, "I've never lost my temper with him."
"… …" Zhong Siqiao couldn't believe it, "You two have been living together for almost a year, haven't you lost your temper with him?"
Wen Yifan nodded.
Zhong Siqiao was a little impressed. She felt that Wen Yifan was like a Bodhisattva who could tolerate everything, "Is Sang Yan a very gentle person when you two are together in private?"
"No, there's nothing that can make me angry." Wen Yifan smiled and whispered, "Besides, I just want to give in to him and treat him better."
Zhong Siqiao never thought that Wen Yifan would be in such a state when she was in a relationship.
She didn't continue to talk about this and changed the topic with a smile, "By the way, Dian Dian, you're quite fashionable."
"Ah?"
"You're living with someone right after falling in love."
"… …"
Sang Yan wasn't back yet when Wen Yifan arrived home.
During this period, his company seemed to have taken on a big project, the whole team worked overtime for several days. Sometimes they even stayed up all night before coming back to sleep.
Wen Yifan didn't dare to disturb him too much.
After washing up, Sang Yan still wasn't back when Wen Yifan was ready to go to bed.
He only sent her a message: [Sleep early.]
Wen Yifan yawned sleepily and replied: [When do you get off work?]
Sang Yan: [Around two or three o 'clock.]
Wen Yifan wanted to wait for him to come back, but she fell asleep while playing with her phone.
When she regained consciousness, Wen Yifan was awakened by a phone call. She was instantly irritated when she woke up. She glanced at the caller ID in a daze and her face stiffened. Her arrogance instantly disappeared.
Qian Weihua's deep voice came from the other end of the phone. His tone was concise and overbearing.
"Three minutes, go downstairs."
… …
Wen Yifan tidied herself up as fast as she could and left the room. When she was about to walk to the porch to put on her shoes, she saw that Sang Yan was already back. He was sitting on the sofa drinking a bottle of ice water.
Seeing this, Sang Yan looked over and stood up, "Working overtime again?"
"Yes, how long have you been back?" Wen Yifan didn't have time to say too much to him. She hurriedly reminded him while putting on her shoes, "Don't always drink ice water, it's not good for your stomach. I'm leaving, go to bed early. "
Sang Yan walked to her side and gave her an umbrella, "It's raining outside, be careful."
Wen Yifan nodded and went straight out of the door after taking the umbrella.
At this moment, Qian Weihua was already downstairs of her house.
It was just past three o 'clock in the morning. She didn't know when it started raining. The rain was dense and cold as if it was mixed with ice shards. Wen Yifan was too lazy to hold the umbrella for these few steps. When she sat in the front passenger seat, her body was inevitably covered with a layer of moisture.
Wen Yifan greeted him.
The two didn't say much and drove to the scene.
It was a small drunk driving incident that didn't cause any casualties.
The owner of the car crashed into the guardrail and half of the car fell into the pit at the maintenance site. When the two got out of the car, the owner of the car had just been rescued by the police.
Qian Weihua took a video of the surrounding situation.
Wen Yifan was about to talk to the traffic police for an interview when she suddenly noticed the owner of the car.
Her expression froze and her gaze also stopped.
It was Che Xingde.
They hadn't seen each other for many years. The last time she saw him was when she saw him from afar at the city hospital in Beiyu. They didn't even meet face to face, and she didn't take it to heart.
Che Xingde obviously drank a lot. He was drunk and half of his face was red. He held the shoulder of the traffic police next to him in a daze and kept muttering, "I didn't drink." He was completely unconscious.
The traffic police looked impatient. He directly grabbed him and pulled him into the car.
Following this action, Che Xingde looked around and fixed his gaze on Wen Yifan.
Their eyes met for a brief moment.
Che Xingde's cloudy eyes became clearer. His eyes instantly lit up and he seemed to want to call out to her, but he was pulled into the car by the traffic police in the next second.
Wen Yifan retracted her gaze and held her slightly trembling fingertips.
According to what Zhang Kejia said, Wen Yifan could roughly guess that Che Xingde should have come to Nanwu with her uncle's family. However, that was a completely different situation from actually meeting him.
Wen Yifan felt a little nauseous, maybe because of the lack of sleep and the fact that the food she ate last night had already been digested.
She pursed her lips and forced herself to get rid of these emotions. She turned around and asked Qian Weihua, "Teacher, the owner doesn't seem to be sober. Should we contact the traffic police now? "
Qian Weihua didn't notice Wen Yifan's emotions and nodded, "Okay, it's about time. We can prepare to return to the station after that. "
Wen Yifan, "Okay."
After returning to the station, Wen Yifan edited the news and rushed to submit it for approval before the morning program was broadcasted. It was already dawn. She was tired and sleepy. Plus, she had nothing to do at the moment, so she went home directly.
Qian Weihua also wanted to go back, so he gave her a ride.
Wen Yifan opened the door quietly as she was afraid that she would wake Sang Yan up. She inexplicably felt exceptionally cold. When she was about to pour a glass of warm water to drink, she noticed movement from the kitchen.
Wen Yifan was stunned and walked towards the direction of the kitchen.
Sang Yan was standing in front of the counter washing his hands. He looked sleepy. The century egg and lean meat porridge was boiling on the induction cooker next to him. At this moment, the porridge was bubbling, and the aroma was blowing.
Wen Yifan mumbled, "Why aren't you sleeping? Isn't it Saturday today? "
"I'm sleeping now." Perhaps it was because he stayed up for a period of time, Sang Yan's voice was a little hoarse. His eyelids drooped, "Drink the porridge before you sleep."
"… …"
Sang Yan took a piece of tissue and wiped the water on his hands. He also observed Wen Yifan's expression. He slightly bent down and looked at her eye level, "What's wrong? Did something bad happen? "
Wen Yifan didn't say anything and just stared at him.
Wen Yifan couldn't control her emotions anymore after seeing Che Xingde in Nanwu. Her mood was pushed to the worst degree. Although nothing had happened, she still had a bad feeling about this.
It was like the long-hidden hostility was about to be revealed again.
Sang Yan didn't continue to ask.
He raised his hand and rubbed her head. His strength was as heavy as usual, but the meaning of comfort was strong.
At this moment.
Wen Yifan came back to her senses. She felt that the thick chill on her body seemed to be dispelled. She pursed her lips hard, leaned forward suddenly, and hugged him.
Sang Yan's movement paused for a moment, "What's wrong?"
"I'm so tired." Wen Yifan whispered, "I don't want to move."
"… …" Sang Yan also raised his hand and hugged her back. He freed one hand, turned off the fire of the induction cooker, and said slowly, "So you won't be tired?"
Wen Yifan smelled the familiar scent on his body and softly agreed.
She wanted to be close to him.
She wanted to hug him.
She wanted to stay with him every day.
If that was the case, she felt that there was something to look forward to every day.
She didn't want to see those people again.
She didn't want to see any of them.
Wen Yifan gradually tightened her grip on him. She suddenly thought of Zhong Siqiao's words.
— — "You will lose your temper with Sang Yan."
She remembered the hurt she had done to Sang Yan in the past. Her lips moved, but she didn't say a word.
It was something that she had never dared to mention again.
She felt that Sang Yan wouldn't mind.
She was afraid that he would mind.
She was afraid that his good impression of her would gradually fade.
"Drink the porridge first. It's going to get cold." Sang Yan suddenly said. His tone was slightly raised, but it didn't seem very serious. "You can hug me however you want later. You can even hug me to sleep."
Wen Yifan looked up at him, "Sang Yan."
Sang Yan, "What's wrong?"
I won't be the same as before.
I won't.
I'll be good to you.
I won't hurt you anymore.
So can we always be like this?
Can you always be with me?
Sang Yan waited for a while. Seeing that she didn't speak, he didn't get impatient. His eyes were half-closed, and he seemed to be very sleepy, "Just call me?"
Wen Yifan stared at him, and her eyes were fixed on his lips, "No."
Sang Yan said again, "Then …"
Before he could finish his words, Wen Yifan suddenly grabbed his clothes and pulled him towards her. Sang Yan was caught off guard, and his whole body leaned down as she moved.
But he didn't have any intention of resisting.
Two people's eyes met.
Wen Yifan swallowed her saliva and calmly gathered her courage, "I want to kiss you."
"…"
Without waiting for his response, Wen Yifan tiptoed and kissed his lips.
Her grip on his clothes gradually became stronger.
She just retreated a little.
The two people looked at each other for a few seconds.
Wen Yifan held her breath and cleared her throat, "Then I'll go out first …"
Sang Yan's eyes were gloomy. He suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. He got close to her eyes, and the bridge of his nose almost touched the tip of her nose. Their breaths were intertwined, but he stopped before taking a step closer.
"Is this considered a kiss?"
Wen Yifan looked up, and her mind was completely blank.
His whole body leaned against the counter, and his tall body seemed to be able to suppress her whole body. He had a familiar and pleasant smell. The kitchen was so quiet that they could almost hear the sound of drizzle outside.
"Wen Shuangjiang." Sang Yan asked softly, "This is not the first time we kissed."
"…"
Sang Yan smiled, "So, I'm not considered frivolous."
Wen Yifan didn't understand what he said, "Huh?"
"What do you think of my life? I was kissed and hugged by you early in the morning. "Sang Yan raised his hand and caressed her cheek with his fingertips," Then, you didn't kiss me properly. "
"…"
"Wen Shuangjiang, if you want to flirt with me," Sang Yan suddenly laughed, "Can you be more serious?"
Wen Yifan was a little embarrassed, but she felt that she had done a good job, "What do you mean by serious?"
Hearing this, Sang Yan lowered his head and very patiently began to teach her step by step how to trap him. "Look at me carefully."
Wen Yifan obediently stared at his eyes.
Sang Yan's voice was very soft, "Lean closer to me and talk."
Wen Yifan leaned closer to him as if she was bewitched.
"… Then?"
"Then?"
"…"
Sang Yan's breath was slightly heavy. He pinched her chin, and his strong possessiveness seemed to crush her. The next moment, he kissed her heavily. His voice was low and hoarse, accompanied by vague words.
"— — I took the bait."
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