Before Wen Yifan could react, she could still taste the sweetness of the candy in her mouth. She wanted to ask why he ate the candy in her mouth when there was so much candy in the bag, but she was distracted by his words.
"Is it very sweet?"
Sang Yan's eyelashes drooped and he raised his eyebrows slightly.
Wen Yifan wanted to confirm again, so she put the candy in her mouth and tasted it again, "I feel fine."
"…"
"Will you feel better if you chew it?" Wen Yifan looked up and suggested, "This is nougat. If you chew it, the milk taste will be stronger and not so sweet."
"…" Sang Yan sometimes felt that he was lifting a stone. He seemed to be speechless and reminded her softly, "It has nothing to do with whether I chew it or not, understand?"
"But it will taste better if you chew it." Wen Yifan took another candy and put it next to his mouth, "You really don't want to eat it?"
Sang Yan stared at her for a few seconds. This time, he did not refute and opened his mouth to bite it.
Seeing that he did not seem to dislike the taste, Wen Yifan curved her lips. She also put one into her mouth and felt that it was indeed delicious. Then she sealed her mouth.
The two left the square and walked towards the direction of the parking lot.
From a bright and bustling place to a dark and quiet street, Wen Yifan held Sang Yan's hand. Wen Yifan held Sang Yan's hand and saw a group of couples kissing next to a car on the side of the road.
Her gaze stopped and she thought of the candy that Sang Yan just took from her mouth.
Wen Yifan suddenly realized something and stopped her footsteps.
Sang Yan tilted his head, "What?"
"I just realized what you meant," Wen Yifan paused and directly described what happened just now, "Is the candy from my mouth sweet?"
"…"
The late autumn wind blew in the quiet street, bringing with it a whistling sound.
The two of them looked at each other.
At this moment, Wen Yifan felt that her reaction just now was too cold and boring. She suddenly lowered her head, opened the bag again and took out a candy from it. This time, she did not ask for Sang Yan's opinion and directly stuffed it into his mouth with a little force.
"…" Sang Yan was caught off guard and his teeth were slightly hurt.
The next moment.
Wen Yifan grabbed his collar and pulled it down. She bit his lip, forcing his teeth apart. She was not very good at this kind of thing, so her movements were more jerky than his, and the process was also slower.
This went on for a long time.
Sensing her difficulty, Sang Yan bent down, pressed the tip of his tongue against the sugar, and slowly pushed it into her mouth. Wen Yifan hooked her hand and took a few steps back after eating the candy. She looked into his pitch-black eyes again.
"Oh." Wen Yifan said calmly, "It's quite sweet."
…
Back in the car, Wen Yifan habitually leaned over to fasten Sang Yan's seat belt. She saw that he was still smiling. Her expression froze and she couldn't help but ask, "What are you laughing at?"
Sang Yan tilted her head, her dimples were shallow, "Wen Shuangjiang, let me tell you something." Wen Yifan, "What?"
Sang Yan clenched his teeth. They still felt a little numb. He looked a little condescending, as if he was a delicious cake that everyone would fight over. He said arrogantly, "Be gentler next time."
"… …" Wen Yifan was silent for a few seconds, she really didn't feel that she had used too much strength, "You're pretty … …"
She squeezed out another word, "Delicate."
Sang Yan, who usually felt that he was a man, shamelessly admitted it at this time.
"Yes."
"… …"
Why is she still willing to be a delicate flower?
Wen Yifan started the car and didn't continue the topic. She casually mentioned, "I seem to have forgotten to buy a car again."
Wen Yifan was busy with work during the National Day holiday, and Sang Yan was injured after that. She had forgotten about it. She thought for a while and asked, "Will it be cheaper before the Spring Festival?"
"After the Spring Festival." Sang Yan remembered it before, but he forgot to remind her as there were too many things that happened recently, "I'll go with you then."
Wen Yifan nodded. She stopped the car at a red light and remembered something, "By the way, the landlord told me that he wants to reclaim the house. He wants us to move out before March next year."
"March next year … …" Sang Yan pondered for a moment and pretended to ask for her opinion, "Let's date for another six months?"
Wen Yifan was stunned, "Ah."
Sang Yan smiled and said lazily, "What are you talking about, I'm asking you a question."
"Isn't everything fine?" Wen Yifan was caught off guard and felt that she was about to be dumped. She was not in a good mood and felt a little depressed, "Why is it suddenly only six months?"
What kind of criteria is this?
Do we have to break up if we don't rent a house together?
"… …"
Sang Yan's eyebrows twitched. Although her words were a little ambiguous, he didn't expect to get such an answer. He pinched her face hard and clicked his tongue. "Speak human language."
Sang Yan only let go when he saw the green light from the corner of his eyes.
Wen Yifan continued to drive and gradually came to her senses. She was shocked just now and was a little depressed at this moment. She muttered, "Why are you so jumpy recently?"
Sang Yan looked at her coldly.
Wen Yifan thought for a while, but she didn't know how long people usually dated before they got married. She couldn't figure it out after thinking for a long time, so she simply asked him, "I don't pay much attention to others. How long do other people usually date before they get married?"
"Hmm?" Sang Yan said indifferently, "Usually a few weeks."
"… …"
Sang Yan seemed to say casually, "We've been dating for a long time."
"Oh."
Wen Yifan stopped thinking and continued to think for a while. She actually didn't have a high standard for this matter. She would do it when she felt that it was appropriate. However, her current job was not very stable. She always had to work overtime every two to three days.
Although Sang Yan's job was the same, it was not as irregular as hers.
After thinking about it, Wen Yifan wanted to wait until her job was more stable before thinking about this matter. She estimated the time in her heart and felt that it needed to be longer, "Then … …"
"Hmm?"
"How about one or two years?"
"… …"
Although he didn't expect to get a longer time result, Sang Yan didn't really care about the time. After all, it was only a matter of time. If this girl wanted to date for a long time, then let's date.
Anyway, it was going to be with him.
The two chatted for a while, then Sang Yan didn't disturb her while she was driving.
He leaned against the back of the seat with his eyelids drooping. He was inexplicably sleepy. In this silence, Sang Yan once again recalled the topic about dance that Wen Yifan mentioned just now. His mood gradually became worse because of this.
Sang Yan only saw Wen Yifan cry twice during high school.
The first time was on the bus. The other time was when she was called by her dance teacher for a talk.
Sang Yan didn't know what they talked about. He just happened to see her coming out of the office at that time. He wanted to stop her, but he noticed that she wasn't walking towards the classroom. Instead, she was walking towards another building.
She seemed to be in an extremely low mood.
Sang Yan didn't know what she was going to do. He paused for a moment and followed her.
He saw Wen Yifan walking to the stairwell next to the reading room. There was basically no one else there at this time. She seemed to have lost her soul. She walked down a few floors and sat in the corner.
She didn't make any sound.
After a while, her shoulders trembled slightly as if she was trying hard to hold back her tears.
At that time, Sang Yan didn't know what had happened, but he could guess that she might have felt sad and helpless because her foot injury had affected her dancing.
He felt that there was no other way.
He could only sit quietly behind her and couldn't say any comforting words.
But today, Sang Yan finally knew the real reason why she was crying.
The pain she suffered during high school.
Everything seemed to start from that day.
On that day, his Ah Jiang's wings were forcibly broken by someone.
… …
Wen Yifan drove the car back to the neighborhood. She was about to get off the car when she suddenly noticed Sang Yan's absent-minded look. She leaned over and waved her hand in front of him and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Sang Yan came back to his senses and looked at her for a while, "Wen Shuangjiang."
"Hmm?"
"I'm planning to be with you forever. That's why I'm saying this to you." Sang Yan looked into her eyes. His usual playful look was replaced with a serious look, "I'll support you in whatever you want to do other than looking for another partner."
"… …"
"Don't let your life be easy, understand? You still have a long life ahead of you. "Sang Yan's hair fell on his forehead. He tilted his head and said to her," It's not too late to do whatever you want. "
Wen Yifan instantly understood what he meant.
She moved her lips and wanted to say something. But at this moment, she couldn't say anything.
It seemed that he didn't need her to give any response. After he finished speaking, Sang Yan rubbed her head hard, "Did you understand?"
Wen Yifan nodded, "Yes."
Sang Yan, "Okay, then let's go home."
After getting off the car.
Wen Yifan took the initiative to hold his hand and said softly, "Sang Yan, what I just told you is the truth."
"Hmm?"
"I used to think that my family thought dancing was too expensive and didn't want me to continue. That's why I lied to everyone." Wen Yifan said, "But now I think it's okay, so I want to tell you."
Sang Yan pinched her fingertips.
"I'm different now. At that time, I felt that I was very weak and powerless. "Wen Yifan said slowly," I felt that it was useless to refute and talk, so I just kept silent. "
Because there was no one to rely on.
"But now I can do whatever I want, and I don't need to care about others anymore." Wen Yifan said, "It's just like when my father didn't pass away, because he supported me in whatever I wanted to do."
She pursed her lips and said, "And now, I have you."
Wen Yifan didn't know when it started, but she was very sure that she had someone to rely on again.
"Now I really feel that being a journalist is good. All these years, I put all my energy into it. I don't want to give up being a journalist and do something else." Wen Yifan thought for a while and smiled, "But I can be like you."
Sang Yan's Adam's apple moved and looked at her, "What?"
"Don't you have a side job as a hostess?" Wen Yifan said seriously, "If I want to continue dancing in the future, I can also take this as my side job."
Sang Yan smiled, "That's fine too."
The two walked to the elevator.
Wen Yifan was facing him, leaning against the wall. In this quiet atmosphere, she inexplicably wanted to say something pretentious, "Sang Yan, do you think my father sent you to treat me well?"
Sang Yan raised his eyebrows and quickly denied, "No."
"…"
Two seconds later.
He leisurely added, "I volunteered."
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