"Isn't this the same as the previous one? Great, you really know how to save trouble. "Sang Yan said slowly," Every wish is about what I want to do. "
Wen Yifan couldn't help but retort when she recalled last year's birthday wish, "My wish last year was related to my job."
"Hmm? You remembered wrongly. "Sang Yan was very shameless," You said you wanted me to be your partner. "
"… …"
The two of them walked along the street.
Sang Yan continued to ask, "Anything else?"
"Are you going to give me three chances to make a wish?" However, Wen Yifan didn't have any wishes. She stared at his tall and broad back and thought for a long time, "Then carry me on your back."
Wen Yifan remembered that he had just removed the stitches this morning, "Forget it, I'll …"
Before she could finish her sentence, Sang Yan had already bent down, "Come on up."
"… …"
Wen Yifan stared at him and quickly climbed up, "Then I'll be fine after a while."
Sang Yan stood up and walked forward with her on his back. He said, "Is there more?"
Wen Yifan suddenly realized that he seemed to be able to fulfill many wishes for her. She looked at his side profile and curved her lips. She suddenly felt that being the birthday boy was something to look forward to, "Then smile."
Sang Yan turned his head and glanced at her.
Wen Yifan reached out and hooked his chin. She behaved like she was flirting with a lady, "I want to see your dimples."
Sang Yan put on a fake smile, "I don't have them."
"Why don't you admit that you have them?" Wen Yifan was a little puzzled when she mentioned this. She poked the dimples on his lips based on her memory, "It's so cute, I want to have one too."
"… …"
Cute.
Sang Yan's eyebrows twitched, he reminded her, "Wen Shuang, don't use this word to describe me."
Wen Yifan couldn't help but laugh as she stared at his manly appearance. She began to pinch his face. She didn't use too much strength, as if she wanted to pinch his dimples out, "Sang Yan, I like your dimples very much."
Sang Yan let her pinch him like a punching bag. This time, he admitted that he had dimples.
"Which part of me don't you like?"
"That's true." Wen Yifan began to make a wish again. "Then you can't show your dimples to others."
Sang Yan's footsteps came to a halt, and he suddenly found it funny. "Wen Shuang, tell me, how did you become so despotic?"
Wen Yifan's eyes curved into beautiful crescent moons. She spoke slowly but confidently, "Didn't you ask me to make a wish?"
"Alright." Sang Yan was exceptionally easy to talk to today, as if he had no bottom line at all. He would fulfill all of her requests. "In the future, I will only have dimples in front of you."
Only then did Wen Yifan withdraw her hand with a smile.
Sang Yan asked again, "Is there anything else?"
Wen Yifan thought to herself.
They happened to pass by a milk tea shop.
It was playing a song that had recently become popular. It was SHE's "You Were A Teenager".
/Many years ago/You had a pair of clear eyes/
/Running/Like a bolt of spring lightning/
…
If you fall in love with someone, you won't be afraid of sacrificing your entire life.
Wen Yifan's eyelashes moved, and she suddenly looked up at the man in front of her.
He was looking straight ahead. He had black hair and black eyes. The side of his face was tough and smooth, with a hint of sharpness. After so many years, his appearance had matured a lot, but his youthful look was still there.
It reminded Wen Yifan of the time when he stuffed a basketball into her hand when he was a teenager, and then ran to somewhere to help her borrow money. At that time, he was willing to lower his pride to help her borrow money. Until now, he was still the same as before, patiently asking for her birthday wishes one by one.
And helping her fulfill them one by one.
Wen Yifan gradually became dazed, the tip of her nose began to sour, and she inexplicably looked back.
From this angle, Wen Yifan could still see the corner of the coffee shop from afar. It seemed like it was about to disappear.
She couldn't see Zhao Yuandong's figure at all.
At this moment, Wen Yifan's negative emotions began to surge. Her heart was a little empty, and she truly felt that she seemed to have completely bid farewell to her past.
It was as if something had been dug out from her heart.
On the day of her 25th birthday.
Wen Yifan retracted her gaze and buried her face in Sang Yan's neck.
Sang Yan noticed her movements and looked at her again, "What's wrong? You haven't thought about it? "
Wen Yifan realized that she didn't seem to be as indifferent as she appeared to be. Her eyes gradually became wet and stained his neck little by little. She said coldly, "Sang Yan."
Sang Yan paused, "What's wrong?"
"Except for you," Wen Yifan hooked her arms around his neck and endured the trembling in her voice, "No one else loves me."
"… …"
They didn't know when it started, but they were far away from the bustling street.
Sang Yan stopped under the dim street lights. The light and shadow intertwined, and his face became unclear. He stared straight at Wen Yifan who was on his back, and his eyes were dark and unclear.
His voice was very soft, and it seemed like he was saying something, "I only love you."
From when he was young to now, and to every moment in the future.
I only love you.
"… …"
Wen Yifan looked up and met his gaze through her misty eyes.
"Wen Yifan," Sang Yan raised his eyebrows and smiled. He looked up and kissed her chin, and said slowly and seriously, "Make another wish."
Wen Yifan's voice was still very nasal, "What?"
Under the grand night sky, the hot wind blew on the street. The surroundings were extremely quiet, and no one else could be seen. It was as if only the two of them were left in the world.
The two of them only looked at each other as if there was no one else.
Make another wish.
Except for me.
There will be a lot of people who will love you.
After the frost, it seemed to take away the heat, and winter in Nanwu City arrived. As time passed, Sang Yan's wound gradually healed, and in the end, only a shallow scar was left.
Wen Yifan looked up a lot of methods to remove scars, and after a few days, his scar faded a little.
Unknowingly, it was the end of the year.
After returning to the station, Wen Yifan was talking to Gan Hongyuan in the suburbs. It was about the annual meeting. Seeing that she had ten years of dancing experience on her resume, he asked her to prepare a program to win glory for the program team.
Wen Yifan was a little caught off guard, "Director, I've danced for ten years, but I haven't danced for almost ten years."
Gan Hongyuan smiled while holding a thermos and drinking tea, "It's okay, it's better than nothing. Besides, it's just for fun. We don't have many young girls here, and we're all men. No one likes to watch it. "
Wen Yifan said tactfully, "But I don't have time to practice, and I haven't practiced my basic skills for a long time. I still have a lot of follow-up reports to follow …"
Gan Hongyuan nodded and was very considerate, "You don't have to give me a topic for now, just prepare for the program. Don't make it too festive, our group needs to be different, okay? Dance a little more artistic. "
"… …"
Wen Yifan said a few more words of rejection, but they were all rejected by Gan Hongyuan one by one.
In the end, she was forced to take on the job.
Back at her seat, Su Tian curiously came over, "Why did the director ask you? Is it about the annual meeting? "
Wen Yifan looked at her, "Were you asked too?"
"Yes, but I don't have any specialty, I refute whatever he says." Su Tian really couldn't do this, she said with a mischievous smile, "Sister Lin was the one who took the initiative to prepare last year when she was here. The director must be very worried because he couldn't find anyone this year. I saw that he had asked several people just now, and it seems that he's settled on you. "
Wen Yifan had a headache.
"It's okay, it's just a dance. You saw last year's annual meeting, there weren't many performances to watch, it's just lively. "Su Tian comforted her," Besides, there are also prizes. By the way, you can ask Duck King Sang to come along. "
Wen Yifan slightly straightened up after hearing this.
Su Tian half-jokingly said, "Maybe he would like to see you dance."
Wen Yifan looked at Su Tian, she seemed to have thought of something, the helplessness on her face was gone. She supported her face with her hand and licked the corner of her lips, "Okay, I'll think about it when I get home."
… …
Sang Yan was still not back when she got home. She first went back to her room to take a shower. When she came out to the living room, she heard Sang Yan sending a voice message to someone, "I'm your brother, 90 years old, thank you."
"… …"
Wen Yifan immediately knew who the person on the other side of the screen was when she heard this sentence.
She went to the fridge to get a cup of yogurt. When she sat next to Sang Yan, he sent another long voice message, "Why didn't you tell me the reason why you didn't agree? If it's because you're old, I can't do anything about it. After all, your partner is a little bit … "
Wen Yifan drank her yogurt silently.
She didn't know how Sang Yan lived to this age with his personality.
After he finished sending the voice message, Wen Yifan asked, "What's wrong with Zhi Zhi?"
Sang Yan said lazily, "She wants to bring Duan Jiaxu home during Chinese New Year, she said that my parents don't agree with them being together."
"Ah?" Wen Yifan instantly felt the same way, she muttered, "Why don't they agree?"
Sang Yan didn't seem to think it was a big deal, "I don't know, maybe they're too old."
Wen Yifan felt even more threatened, "I should be the same age as Duan Jiaxu."
Sang Yan said confidently, "We're in the 90s."
"… …"
Wen Yifan didn't understand what his criteria for being old was.
Then, Sang Yan tilted his head and looked at her. He suddenly suggested, "Wen Shuang Dian, do you want to come home with me for Chinese New Year?"
Wen Yifan was particularly worried when she heard Sang Yan's parents' attitude towards Duan Jiaxu.
"What if your parents don't agree?"
Sang Yan raised his eyebrows, "You don't have to worry about that."
Wen Yifan, "Why?"
"They don't have high expectations for my partner." Sang Yan didn't seem to find anything wrong with his low standards, he said casually, "As long as it's a girl."
She felt that Sang Yan's condition wasn't that urgent, but his mother seemed to be looking for blind dates for him, as if she was afraid that he couldn't find a wife.
Wen Yifan didn't know the reason.
But she didn't ask and seriously agreed, "Then I'll pick a gift, do your parents like anything?"
"Hmm? It's fine if you don't want to buy it. "Sang Yan smiled, he seemed to be in a good mood," If you want to buy it, I'll go with you. "
"Okay." Wen Yifan was relieved. She was wondering if she should mention the annual meeting to Sang Yan, but she didn't know how she would dance, so she had to ask him about the time, "By the way, are you free on the 22nd?"
"I'm not sure." Sang Yan said, "Why?"
"No, it's the company's annual meeting." Wen Yifan lowered her eyes and didn't explain clearly, "You can bring your family."
Sang Yan immediately understood, "You have a performance?"
"… …" Wen Yifan didn't know how he guessed it, but she pretended to be calm, "Yes, I'll sing a song with Su Tian. You can come if you want to watch. "
Sang Yan didn't think too much and said casually, "Okay."
The day before the annual meeting, Wen Yifan was on break. She wanted to have a good rest and practice dancing when she woke up, but she was tormented by Sang Yan the whole night and couldn't sleep until dawn.
Wen Yifan didn't want to move at all.
She could hear Sang Yan's phone ringing when she was half asleep.
Later, Sang Yan got up and left the room, probably afraid of waking her up. She didn't know why, but she struggled to open her eyes and look at him for a few seconds, and then she was pulled back into her dream by sleepiness.
Not long after, Wen Yifan heard a knock at the door.
She covered her ears with a pillow and waited for Sang Yan to hurry over and open the door.
But after half a minute, the knocking continued.
Wen Yifan's morning temper was at its peak, and her heart was suffocating. She got up and left the room. She glanced at the bathroom expressionlessly and heard the sound of the shower running.
Wen Yifan walked to the entrance, opened the wooden door and asked, "Who is it?"
The person outside was wearing a delivery uniform, "Your delivery."
Wen Yifan's brain couldn't function at all, and she just wanted to get it quickly and go back to sleep. She took the delivery and closed the door. She didn't even bother to look at it, put the bag on the dining table, and went back to Sang Yan's room to sleep.
She didn't know how much time passed.
Wen Yifan heard the sound of Sang Yan coming out of the shower. He opened the door and came in with the overwhelming scent of sandalwood. He sat next to her and asked, "Who came just now?"
She covered her head with the quilt and didn't want to talk to him.
Sang Yan didn't continue to disturb her, got up and went out again, and came back not long after. She didn't know what he saw, but he carried her through the quilt and asked, "Hey, Wen Shuang Shen. Are you angry? "
Wen Yifan had enough and pulled the quilt down, "I want to sleep."
"Duan Jiaxu ordered that for me …"
"Sang Yan," Wen Yifan interrupted him and said seriously, "If you disturb my sleep again, I won't talk to you for the next week. Understand? "
"…"
Sang Yan paused for a few seconds, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Why are you imitating me?"
Wen Yifan got under the quilt again, turned over, and turned her back to him.
"My sister went back to Nanwu, I'm going out to pick her up." Sang Yan didn't know why this girl was so grumpy when she woke up, and he couldn't help but lower his voice, "Let's go out to eat later."
Wen Yifan ignored him completely as if she didn't hear him at all.
Staring at her like this, Sang Yan inexplicably felt a little itchy. He chuckled a few times, grabbed her, pulled the quilt down, pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard.
Sensing that she seemed to be angry again, Sang Yan immediately helped her to wrap the quilt.
As if he didn't do anything.
Sang Yan had a clear conscience and said carelessly, "Okay, go to sleep. I'm going out. "
… …
After that, Wen Yifan tossed and turned for a while and couldn't fall asleep. Because of lack of sleep, she was particularly irritable. She got up and saw that Sang Yan had sent her a message: [Tell me when you wake up.]
Wen Yifan didn't want to talk to him at all, so she didn't reply.
After washing up, Wen Yifan looked at the takeout on the table and noticed the note on the receipt.
[My boyfriend has a fever and can't be contacted for three days. I can't come back in time, please be sure to wake him up for dinner. Thank you.]
"… …"
This takeout seemed to be ordered by Sang Yan. What did he mean by the note?
Was he afraid that she couldn't get up?
Wen Yifan didn't think too much about it. She took the takeout and sat on the sofa, turned on the TV, and found a recently popular TV series to watch. She watched while eating, and her phone rang from time to time.
She glanced at it and saw that nothing was wrong, but she still didn't reply.
Halfway through the meal, there was a sudden movement at the entrance. She got up and opened the door. She was stunned when she saw that the person outside was Sang Zhi, "Zhi Zhi, why are you here?"
"My brother asked me to come up." Sang Zhi glanced at the receipt and pointed at it. She seemed to be a little guilty, "Sister Yifan, are you angry with my brother because of this?"
Wen Yifan silently thought about whether it was obvious that she was angry. She looked at the receipt again. Not long after, she was a little confused, "No, I'm already eating …"
Sang Zhi was relieved, "I thought you would misunderstand that my brother is cheating on you."
There was a few seconds of silence.
Wen Yifan suddenly realized that the contents of the receipt seemed to mean that. She lowered her eyes and asked slowly, "Ah, does this mean cheating?"
"… …"
She chatted with Sang Zhi for a while.
Seeing that it was lunchtime, Wen Yifan was afraid that this little girl would be hungry, so she got up and went to the kitchen to cook noodles for her. Sang Zhi followed behind her and said, "Sister Yifan, my brother asked you to go downstairs and eat with him, aren't we going?"
Wen Yifan said gently, "I've already eaten, do you want to eat outside?"
Sang Zhi blinked, "I'll eat what you cook."
Not long after, there was movement at the entrance again. Sang Zhi took the initiative to open the door.
Sang Yan walked in from outside. He was wearing a black windbreaker and a pair of pants of the same color, which made him appear to have broad shoulders and long legs. He looked exceptionally cool as usual. Noticing his appearance, Wen Yifan once again remembered how he crazily woke her up in the morning.
And that nasty look of his that didn't feel that there was anything wrong with him.
Wen Yifan pursed her lips, she didn't want to talk to him at all.
Seeing that both of them were in the kitchen, Sang Yan casually asked, "What are you two doing?"
Sang Zhi replied, "Sister-in-law is cooking noodles for me."
Hearing the word 'sister-in-law', Wen Yifan turned her head and met Sang Yan's eyes for two seconds. Then, she looked at Sang Zhi again and remembered the contents of the receipt. She deliberately reminded her, "Don't call me that, your brother cheated on you."
Sang Yan, "… …"
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