Wen Yifan's eyebrows twitched. She was shocked.
This.
Why?
Did the corpse come back to life???
Also, what did the question mark mean?
Wen Yifan looked up and stared at the five words she sent.
— — Happy New Year ^ _ ^
For a moment, Wen Yifan felt like she was illiterate.
She should be sending out blessings, not some vulgar language, right?
Not to mention.
The act of throwing a question mark was quite a bluff.
Wen Yifan was shocked by him even though they were separated by a screen.
His reaction was as if he had seen someone he would never get along with even if he died.
No matter what the other person said, even if it was a blessing message, she would still leave a question mark.
Wen Yifan hesitantly typed in the dialog box, [Do you know who I am?]
Before she finished typing, she noticed someone passing by from the corner of her eyes. Wen Yifan subconsciously looked up and saw Sang Yan walking about a meter in front of her. He stopped next to a girl.
The girl was thin and quietly lowered her head. She looked like she was looking at her phone.
Thinking about the conversation between Sang Yan and his mother, this should be his sister.
Wen Yifan had some impression of this girl. She met her in high school. Her name was Sang Zhi, six or seven years younger than Sang Yan. At that time, she was still small and looked like a porcelain doll. Wen Yifan had to bend down to talk to her.
Now, she was almost as tall as her.
Sang Yan said lazily, "Little devil."
Sang Zhi looked up, "What?"
Sang Yan, "I heard that you've been under a lot of pressure recently?"
Sang Zhi answered perfunctorily, "No."
Sang Yan continued to ask, "Because the college entrance examination is coming up?"
There was only one person between Wen Yifan and them.
At this distance, their conversation was as clear as a TV drama in front of her. She didn't want to deliberately listen, but it still entered her ears.
"I said no."
"Why are you thinking so much?" Sang Yan said slowly as if he wanted to carry out the task given by his mother, "Your brother didn't study and still got into Nanwu University. Moreover, although your qualifications are not good, we have money for you to repeat your studies. "
"You didn't study? Do you think I don't remember? " Sang Zhi looked at him and began to sound annoyed, "Don't worry, you worked hard to get into Nanwu University. I can go with my eyes closed."
"…"
"Also," Sang Zhi said, "I heard from Mom that you quit your job?"
"…"
"Surely not, right?"
Sang Yan tilted his head. "What does it have to do with you?"
Sang Zhi also began to say to herself, "Are you embarrassed to say that you've been fired?"
Before Sang Yan could speak again, his phone rang. He looked down and suddenly said, "Since you won't listen to me, why don't you let your 'brother' comfort you?"
"Wha —" Sang Zhi's voice instantly fell silent when she saw the caller ID. After a few seconds, she said in a low voice, "No."
After that, Sang Yan didn't say much and walked back to the pavilion to answer the phone.
Silence fell.
Although Wen Yifan didn't quite understand some of the words, she still felt a little uncomfortable being forced to eavesdrop on people she knew at such a close distance. Fortunately, she was wearing a mask on her face, which gave her a sense of security.
Wen Yifan turned on the screen again.
She noticed that she hadn't sent anything in the input box. She felt that it was inappropriate and deleted everything. She wanted to tactfully confirm if the other party knew that it was her WeChat. After thinking about it, she cautiously replied: [?]
Probably because he was still on the phone, he didn't reply immediately.
She stared at it for two seconds.
Wen Yifan suddenly realized a problem.
Even if Sang Yan really blocked her.
But her circle of friends.
But he didn't.
Blocked.
Sang Yan.
"…"
Wen Yifan immediately opened her circle of friends as she thought about it.
There were too many things happening during this period of time. The last post was more than two months ago. At that time, she was still in Yihe City. She seemed to have posted it when she went to a bar with her colleagues.
Wen Yifan's gaze froze.
What came into view was a selfie of her colleagues in front of her.
The other people in the photo showed their teeth, smiled brightly, and posed for various photos. Wen Yifan sat at the bottom left position. Her skin was so white that it seemed like she was overexposed. She looked at the camera gently with her lips slightly curved.
Her facial features were extremely clear.
…
The queue gradually entered the toilet. Coincidentally, a few people came out of the cubicle at the same time. It was her turn. Wen Yifan came back to her senses, put her phone back into her pocket and walked inside.
After a while, Wen Yifan walked out.
The sink was shared by men and women. It was located in the middle of the men's and women's toilets. It was two to three meters wide.
Wen Yifan turned on the faucet. Her mind was a little confused.
So, he pretended not to know her at the bar.
He also deliberately didn't send her the group blessing.
His first reaction when he saw her message was to retort.
Wen Yifan raised her head. She could see Sang Yan still standing in the original position through the mirror in front of her. It seemed like he had finished his call. He had one hand in his pocket and the other hand was playing with his phone.
She didn't know if he replied to her message.
The next moment, Wen Yifan saw Sang Zhi coming out of the toilet and walking to the sink next to it. But the faucet might be broken, there was no water coming out even if she turned it on.
Wen Yifan just finished using it, so she made room for her, "You can use this."
Sang Zhi immediately said, "Thank you."
She seemed to be stunned when her eyes met Wen Yifan's.
Wen Yifan didn't notice. She retracted her gaze and walked out while taking out her phone. The screen was still on the chat window with Sang Yan.
He didn't even leave a single punctuation mark for her this time.
Wen Yifan understood the reason. After a moment of silence, she couldn't help but type in the dialog box, "Why don't we delete each other?"
She quickly deleted it again.
Wen Yifan was stunned when she saw the two question marks that were sent to each other. She suddenly felt that this chat was full of tension. It felt like "Idiot, do you think you're the only one who knows how to send question marks?"
But she didn't intend to argue with him.
Wen Yifan didn't want to make a scene during the festival, so she was thinking about how to compromise.
She typed a word.
"Then"
She hesitated and continued typing as she stared at the question marks sent by Sang Yan and the word "happy" that she sent.
"It's fine if you're not happy."
"… …"
After sending the message successfully, Wen Yifan was getting closer to Sang Yan. She lowered her head uncomfortably when she passed by him. She saw from the corner of her eyes that he seemed to have opened WeChat.
The man's long eyelashes drooped as he stared at the content on the screen.
Wen Yifan didn't know if it was an illusion, but she seemed to hear him sneer.
Her back stiffened.
She continued to walk for a long distance.
Wen Yifan's inexplicable guilty conscience finally subsided when she distanced herself from him. She looked at the screen again. There was still no reply as she expected.
She sighed and didn't have the time to think about it.
Wen Yifan felt that she had been gone for a long time, so she didn't dare to delay any longer. She quickly returned to the filming location.
It was not much different from when she left.
The square was decorated with colorful lights on the plants and small buildings, creating a festive atmosphere. There were people coming and going around, and there were staff maintaining order. It was a joyous atmosphere.
All the preparations were ready, and they were only waiting for the arrival of the New Year.
Qian Weihua and Zhen Yu were chatting. Fu Zhuang stood beside the two of them and listened obediently without saying a word. He immediately approached Wen Yifan cautiously when he saw her return.
Fu Zhuang was a new intern recruited two weeks ago. He was in his fourth year this year. He didn't live up to his name. He was short and skinny like a bamboo pole. He had a Zhengtai face, but he had a subwoofer that was very incongruous with him, "Sis, if you had come a little later …"
Wen Yifan thought something happened, "What's wrong?"
Fu Zhuang said painfully, "You might have only seen my frozen body."
"… …" Wen Yifan nodded, "Thank you, I was looking for a topic."
"In your eyes! I'm just a topic! " Fu Zhuang complained. He was shivering from the cold, but his voice was energetic, "Damn, I'm so damn cold. The wind is blowing my nose."
Wen Yifan looked at him.
Most boys at this age wanted to be graceful and cold, and Fu Zhuang was no exception. He was only wearing a denim jacket. It didn't seem to be able to resist the cold at all. His lips were purple from the cold.
Moreover, he was skinny as if he would be blown away by the sea breeze in the next second.
"It's colder at the seaside. Wear more clothes when you're out on the news." Wen Yifan took out a hand warmer from her pocket and gave it to him, "Put it in your pocket to warm your hands."
"Eh, no need." Fu Zhuang didn't want to take her things, "Sis, you keep it. You're a girl, you must be colder than me."
"But I already have two in my pocket." Wen Yifan said, "There's no place to put this."
"… …"
This time, Fu Zhuang took it without any burden and changed the topic, "By the way, sis, have you seen the fireworks show before?"
Wen Yifan said, "But I've never seen such a large one."
Fu Zhuang, "Is it useful to make a wish on this thing?"
Wen Yifan, "No."
"… …" Fu Zhuang muttered, "I only wish to find a girlfriend next year."
Wen Yifan smiled, "That's even more useless."
"Sis Yifan, why are you like this!" Fu Zhuang shouted, "Then I'll make a wish to grow taller by five centimeters! Can a boy grow taller at the age of twenty … … "
Wen Yifan didn't discourage him this time.
Speaking of this, Fu Zhuang suddenly pointed in a certain direction, "Eh, that's about it. My dream is to grow this tall. I'll be satisfied if I'm half a head shorter than him. "
Wen Yifan looked over and instantly became silent.
Coincidentally, the person Fu Zhuang was referring to was Sang Yan.
She didn't know if they were fated to meet or if he was haunting her.
He stood ten meters away and leaned against the railing. His coat was blown up by the wind and his jaw was slightly tilted. He was casually playing with his phone.
Sang Zhi, who was with him just now, was nowhere to be seen.
"He's exactly my ideal figure." Fu Zhuang sighed, "Can I put my head on his body today under the witness of the heavens and the fireworks?"
Wen Yifan shifted her gaze and laughed, "Why don't you steal his face too?"
Fu Zhuang obviously had the same idea. His hesitation was obvious, "Isn't it inappropriate to take two?"
"… …"
Qian Weihua suddenly called out to them.
He probably felt a little guilty for neglecting them for too long. So, he very professionally called them over and told them about the precautions for live broadcasting.
Time slowly passed.
New Year's Eve was approaching and the atmosphere was getting more and more lively. The LED display on the distant tall building had begun to count down. There was a hubbub of voices all around. At the last minute, people began to shout along with the number.
"— 59, 58, 57."
…
"— 5, 4, 3."
"— 2!"
"— 1!"
At the same time as the last number fell.
Countless fireworks rose up, drawing lines of different colors in the night sky and then exploding in a certain position. The mottled light bloomed into all kinds of flowers, blooming one after another.
The people present raised their phones and found the best shooting position to record the scene.
When Qian Weihua had no more instructions, Wen Yifan also took out her phone and took a few photos.
She was blocked by the people in front of her, so she moved to another place.
The whole process lasted more than ten minutes.
Unknowingly, Wen Yifan was pushed out by the crowd to the railing. Noticing that the fireworks show was almost over, she was about to go back to Qian Weihua when she was suddenly knocked by a passing person.
Wen Yifan uncontrollably leaned forward a few steps.
Then she bumped into a person.
She immediately stepped back, looked up, and subconsciously said, "Sorry."
When she blurted out the words, she realized that the person she bumped into was Sang Yan. At this time, he was looking down at her with an inexplicable expression. It seemed that he was talking to someone on the phone.
"— Mhmm, ready to go back."
Out of politeness, Wen Yifan bit the bullet and apologized again.
Sang Yan looked at her for a moment and then nodded at her.
As if to indicate that he had heard it.
When Wen Yifan walked back, she faintly heard him saying something to the person on the phone.
"Happy New Year."
Returning to Qian Weihua's side, Wen Yifan slowly touched her face. Touching the mask that was still on her face, she stopped moving and relaxed her nerves.
With my face covered, he shouldn't be able to recognize me … right?
…
On the other side.
Qian Fei, his college roommate and friend on the other end of the phone, was talking and was interrupted twice by him. After a few seconds of silence, he said, "Oh, I don't care when you will go home, okay? But thank you, brother, happy New Year to you too. "
Sang Yan raised his eyebrows, "What are you thanking me for?"
Qian Fei said, "Aren't you wishing dad well?"
"Can you not think too highly of yourself?" Sang Yan dragged the last syllable and said lazily, "I didn't tell you."
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