Feeling that the atmosphere was not quite right, Sang Zhi's eyes wandered around the two of them, and then sensibly left the kitchen, leaving the two of them alone.
Before he left, he closed the door behind him.
Wen Yifan withdrew her eyes and continued to cut the meat on the chopping board. Her hair was all tied up, leaving a few strands of hair at her ears and the back of her neck. Her appearance was different from her usual gentle smile, and there was no emotion on her face.
Sang Yan walked to her side, and after a few seconds of silence, he felt ridiculous and said, "Wen Shuangjiang, do you think I cheated on you and ate the takeout?"
"…"
This counterattack was very accurate.
Wen Yifan's movements stopped. Because of his words, she almost broke down, and the little bit of anger dissipated. She looked down, forced a straight face, and said calmly, "I bought it."
The meaning of his words was …
It would be a waste if she didn't eat it.
Sang Yan stared at her for a while, and did not argue with her. He thought of something, took out the phone from his pocket, and shook it casually, "Why didn't you reply to my message?"
After that, he added, as if to give her a way out, "You didn't see it?"
"I saw it." Wen Yifan turned on the tap and began to wash the vegetables, and said bluntly, "I don't want to reply."
"…"
Sensing her movement, Sang Yan rolled up his sleeves, grabbed her hand out of the sink, and took over the work from her hand. He was so happy that he wanted to pinch her face, but his hands were still wet. "Okay."
Wen Yifan looked at him, and arrogantly wiped the water on her hand on his body.
Sensing her movement, Sang Yan said meaningfully, "Wen Shuangjiang, you have a bad temper now."
"…"
That! Not yet! You first! It's disturbing my sleep!!!
Wen Yifan inexplicably felt a little depressed. She ignored him, turned around, took a big pot, and filled it with water. As if to draw a line with him, she took a few steps back after filling the water.
Sang Yan turned off the tap, took a tissue to wipe his hands, and said lazily, "Wen Shuangjiang."
Wen Yifan put the pot on the induction cooker and pressed the switch.
He said it in three sentences to show the seriousness of the matter.
"You."
"Cold violence."
"Me."
"…" Wen Yifan immediately looked at him. She thought for a moment and suddenly felt that this was indeed the case. She made a request that she thought was reasonable. "Then don't talk to me."
Sang Yan raised his eyebrows. "You can do that?"
Wen Yifan nodded as she was afraid that she would be accused of being cold-blooded again.
Wen Yifan opened the bag of noodles and was thinking about how much to eat when Sang Yan suddenly hugged her from behind. He was tall and slightly bent, his chin resting in the hollow of her neck.
Their bodies pressed against each other.
It was as if he was using her as a support, and the strength in his body loosened and pressed down.
Wen Yifan immediately turned around.
"What are you doing? I'm just kissing you." Sang Yan's eyes darkened. He pursed his lips and dragged his tone as he said, "Last night, I kissed you so many times and you didn't get angry."
"…"
How could their situations be the same?
Wen Yifan couldn't help but pinch his face as she felt that he deserved a beating.
It was like magic. Sang Yan's dimples sank as soon as she pinched him. His facial features softened. He held back his laughter and said in a pleading tone, "Okay, it's my fault."
Wen Yifan looked at him without blinking.
Sang Yan's eyes met hers and said, "Don't be angry."
She froze for a few seconds.
Sang Yan said in a playful tone when he saw that her expression didn't change, "Why are you so hard to please?"
"…"
"Why don't you sympathize with me? I only slept for a few hours before I was bombarded by Duan Jiaxu. He asked me to pick him up. Sang Yan said slowly, "After we came back from picking up the kid, my wife even cold-shouldered me."
Wen Yifan moved her lips and couldn't help but say, "I'm not that 'violent'."
Sang Yan said casually, "But I'm in pain."
"…" Wen Yifan corrected herself, "I'm not that 'cold'."
"Hmm? I'm cold. "Sang Yan hugged her tighter as if he wanted to embed her whole body in his arms. He bit the soft flesh on her neck and used all kinds of despicable means to extinguish her fire. "Warm me up."
"Wear a coat if you're cold." Wen Yifan felt itchy. Her anger had long dissipated because of his words and actions. She wanted to laugh, "You're an adult now. Don't you always say that you're a man? Why are you still acting like a spoiled child? "
At the same time, she happened to notice the direction of the door from the corner of her eyes.
The door of the kitchen was glass. From this angle, she could see Sang Zhi who was playing with his mobile phone on the sofa. Wen Yifan's mood was instantly replaced by another emotion. She raised her hand and pushed his head away, "Be careful."
Sang Yan, "What?"
"It's embarrassing for a little girl to be outside." Wen Yifan felt that he was extremely magnanimous, as if he didn't mind being seen by anyone. She could only remind him patiently, "Moreover, as a brother, don't you want to leave a good image in front of your sister?"
"Leave a good image? I don't have that in her eyes. "
"… …"
After that, Sang Yan turned his head and glanced at the living room. He said leisurely, "Moreover, that kid has a partner like Duan Jiaxu. He can be considered as someone who has experienced a lot."
Wen Yifan didn't quite understand what he meant, "Huh?"
Although he said so, Sang Yan still straightened his body and leaned on the counter next to him. He tilted his head and looked at her.
"Do you think that bastard can keep it better than me?"
"… …"
After listening to Sang Yan's words, Wen Yifan was really curious about what kind of person Duan Jiaxu was. After all, from her point of view, Sang Yan's narcissism and shamelessness had reached a point where no one could match him.
After cooking the noodles, the three of them sat at the dining table.
Perhaps Sang Zhi was worried that Wen Yifan would really misunderstand because of the receipt. It was rare that she didn't go against Sang Yan. She carefully explained, "Yifan, that takeout was ordered by my boyfriend. He wanted to wake my brother up to pick me up and made a random note. It wasn't someone else. "
Wen Yifan smiled, "I know, I was just joking with your brother."
Sang Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, but her eyes were still looking at the two of them. Maybe it was because she was not used to this scene, she felt that it was unreasonable. She couldn't help but say, "Yifan, have you been renting with my brother for a long time?"
Wen Yifan, "Hmm?"
"That's right," Sang Zhi mumbled, "He lowered his standards for choosing a spouse."
"… …" Sang Yan tilted his head and said coldly, "What are you talking about?"
Sang Zhi felt that she was talking bad about Wen Yifan's boyfriend. She held back and didn't continue talking about it. She lowered her head and continued to eat the noodles. She glanced at Wen Yifan and changed her approach, "Yifan, you're so beautiful."
She was hinting.
Sang Yan didn't think that he had brought back a hidden enemy. He leaned against the back of the chair and stared at Sang Zhi with a blank expression, "Kid, what did you ask me to help you with?"
Sang Zhi who wanted him to put in a good word for her in front of her parents was instantly speechless, "… …"
After a while.
Sang Zhi bit the bullet and reluctantly added, "But my brother is also quite handsome."
"… …"
… …
After dinner, Wen Yifan wanted to go back to the studio to practice her dance. She thought that Sang Yan didn't sleep for long, so she asked him to catch up on his sleep. She randomly found an excuse to go out and send Sang Zhi home.
After practicing for almost two months, Wen Yifan practiced in an empty conference room in the studio every day when she had free time.
She was going to dance "The Nutcracker", the ballet that she used to be best at.
After so many years, her body's flexibility and agility could no longer be compared to before. Although she felt tired and painful during the practice, Wen Yifan gradually found the feeling she had when she was training.
The grievance and unwillingness of being forced to give up at that time also slowly disappeared.
Wen Yifan felt inexplicably happy when she thought of Sang Yan's expression after seeing it. She also began to have unlimited motivation.
The rehearsal for the annual meeting was in the afternoon the next day. It would officially start at 7 pm.
When it was close to 7 pm, Wen Yifan received a message from Sang Yan. He said that he had something to attend to and might be a little late. She stared at it for a few seconds. Although she knew that he might not be able to come, she still felt a little disappointed when she received such a message, perhaps it was because she had prepared for a long time.
Because her program was quite close to the front.
However, this emotion didn't last long. Thinking that it was fine as long as she could see it, Wen Yifan asked Su Tian to record a video for her. Then, she pushed Fu Zhuang's business card to Sang Yan and replied: If I don't reply to you later, you can ask Da Zhuang to bring you up.
Sang Yan: Okay.
The atmosphere of the annual meeting was very lively. There were several programs to raise the atmosphere. If it wasn't skits, it was songs. Wen Yifan smiled as she watched. From time to time, she glanced at her phone. When it was almost her turn, Sang Yan still didn't show any signs of coming.
Wen Yifan didn't wait any longer. After giving a few instructions to Fu Zhuang, she got up and went backstage.
…
Everything was going smoothly. However, when Sang Yan was preparing to leave the company, there was a problem with the project and he had to work overtime. After he finished his work, he left the company and drove the car according to the location Wen Yifan gave him.
When he got downstairs, Sang Yan sent Wen Yifan a message.
There was no reply.
Sang Yan then added Fu Zhuang on WeChat.
Soon, Sang Yan saw Fu Zhuang.
As soon as Fu Zhuang saw him, Fu Zhuang anxiously pulled him inside, "Brother, hurry up! Yifan is starting to perform! I want to see it! Don't disturb me! "
"…" Sang Yan's eyebrows twitched. He wanted to say something, but the words came out of his mouth instead, "Then hurry up."
The two took the elevator upstairs.
Fu Zhuang was extremely talkative. Ever since he saw Sang Yan, he didn't stop talking and kept talking. The main topic was basically Wen Yifan. He kept praising her, "Yifan is really amazing. She has so many skills. Besides, she practiced for this show for a long time. She practiced every day! We will leave after work. She has to go to the conference room to practice by herself! "
"… …"
"Sigh, if it wasn't for the fact that I can't dance." Fu Zhuang sighed, "I would accompany her. Otherwise, Yifan would be so lonely. But brother, why don't you accompany her? You look good next to her. "
The more Sang Yan listened, the more he felt that something was wrong.
But before he could ask, they had already arrived at the venue of the Annual Gala. The lights inside were dim. Only the lights on the stage were bright. It seemed that a new round of performance was about to start.
The host was talking.
Fu Zhuang immediately quieted down as he was afraid of disturbing the others.
There were dozens of round tables below the stage. There were drinks and snacks on them. The positions were arranged according to the departments. Sang Yan was pressed to one of the seats by Fu Zhuang. He could see Wen Yifan's bag and mobile phone next to him.
At the same time, the host also finished announcing and then left the stage.
Sang Yan looked up at the stage and was stunned.
At this moment, Wen Yifan was standing alone on the stage. She was wearing a white ballet dress with a sleeveless gauze design. A large part of her collarbone and swan arms were exposed. Her back was bare, and the curve of her butterfly bones was smooth and beautiful.
Her face was gorgeous, and her skin was so white that it reflected light.
The hem of the dress was slightly fluffy, and it was wrapped in layers of gauze.
The familiar music of "The Nutcracker" sounded in his ears.
It was cheerful and light, like a bell swinging in his ears, and he couldn't help but be attracted to it. Wen Yifan was facing the audience. She tiptoed, and her body was extremely soft. She danced along with the music, and every beat was on point.
Her neck was high, and she was spinning on the stage like a proud white swan.
Sang Yan never expected to see such a scene. He stared at the stage, and his vision was completely occupied by Wen Yifan. He couldn't move his eyes away. His Adam's apple moved, and he gradually overlapped this scene with the girl in his memory.
The military training for the freshmen of Nanwu No.1 Middle School lasted for a week. It was arranged after the final exam of the previous semester.
The location was at the agricultural science institute in the city.
Wen Yifan was also dragged by the teacher to the military training gala because of her identity as a dancer.
It was the night before the military training ended. The atmosphere of the gala was relaxed, and the instructor was not as strict as usual. At first, they were asked to sit properly, but later on, they were not as strict.
Sang Yan was not interested in these things. He was sleepy and bored throughout the whole process. He only hoped that the gala would end soon, and then he could go back to the dormitory to sleep.
That was until Wen Yifan appeared.
The students sitting around Sang Yan were very supportive because they were in the same class. Maybe they felt honored, and they were crying and howling. A boy with a loud voice stood up and shouted, "Wen Yifan, the goddess of Class 17!"
The girl seemed to not hear anything, and she was not impressed at all.
She was standing in the middle of the dance. She was wearing a pure white dress, and her light-colored hair was tied up, revealing her smooth forehead. She was surrounded by darkness, and she was immersed in the dance without any stage fright. She was like a delicate doll.
Her body seemed to be glowing.
Sang Yan couldn't remember how he felt at that time.
He only knew that he seemed to have watched the show a little more than usual that night as he was waiting for the gala to end.
Later.
After the military training, Wen Yifan became famous in the grade because of this show. Not only the students of the same grade, but even the seniors of the same grade came to ask for her contact information.
He didn't know why.
Sang Yan didn't pay attention to this girl before, but after the gala, he found that he always happened to encounter these things. He sat in his seat and watched coldly as Wen Yifan politely rejected one person after another.
Wen Yifan treated everyone equally.
No matter what the other person's personality, grades, or appearance, she treated them like the same person. She was extremely patient and wouldn't hurt the other person's face, but her rejection was very clear.
She was the same as him, but not quite the same.
She was also proud in her bones, but different from his condescending attitude, she was extremely gentle.
It was like a dazzling, but not dazzling light.
One afternoon, Sang Yan returned to the classroom after playing basketball with his classmates. He wanted to take his key back to the dormitory to take a shower. As soon as he walked to the door, he saw that Wen Yifan had also just returned. She was stopped by a boy at the door.
Sang Yan looked at her for a few seconds, then he retracted his gaze and returned to his seat.
He found the key from the drawer, but for some reason, he didn't leave in a hurry. He still sat in the same place.
After half a minute, Wen Yifan also walked into the classroom. She was wearing a dance uniform with a jacket on the outside. She walked back to her seat as if she was just coming back to get a meal card. She soon planned to leave.
At this moment, Sang Yan suddenly called out to her, "Hey, junior."
The two of them were sitting very close to each other, only separated by an aisle.
Wen Yifan turned her head and didn't mind him calling her that. She replied, "What's wrong?"
Sang Yan casually asked, "Do you have a girlfriend?"
She didn't know why he asked this, but Wen Yifan still answered truthfully, "No."
Sang Yan raised his eyebrows and pointed out something, "Then why did you reject all of them?"
This matter actually had nothing to do with Sang Yan.
However, Wen Yifan had a good personality and felt that there was no question that she couldn't answer. She wanted to say that she couldn't fall in love at such a young age, but she felt that it would be a little vague if she said it. After thinking for a while, she simply said, "I didn't meet anyone I like."
The girl's voice was crisp with a little tenderness.
However, each and every word of hers smashed into his heart with great force.
Someone I like.
There was silence.
There was no one else in the classroom except for the two of them. It was too quiet. The sky was high outside, and there was sunlight shining in. The air was filled with the atmosphere of youth. They could hear the sound of students running on the field and the heartbeat of an unknown place.
At that moment, Sang Yan completely understood something.
Why he had never seen her before, but now he kept encountering such things. Why the girl who was no different from other students in his eyes suddenly appeared in his field of vision so frequently.
Was it a coincidence?
It didn't seem like it.
He was just.
He never cared, but now he cared.
The young man leaned back on the chair and looked at her with his head slightly raised. The ends of his hair were still wet with sweat, and his eyes were clear and bright. He slightly tilted his head and suddenly laughed. The arrogance in his words was as usual.
"Really?"
This time, there was a very obvious affirmation.
"— Then you should have met one."
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