Wen Yifan was a little confused about the situation and didn't know how to react for a while. She turned her head and stared at the half-open door. In a trance, she had the feeling that Sang Yan was here to deliver a package.
"No, Dad. Where do you want me to go during the Spring Festival? "Sang Yan looked at Li Ping and said in a cynical tone," Didn't Mom say it was okay? She was willing to let me watch TV for a while. How could you chase her own son away? Aren't you being quite rebellious? "
"…"
Li Ping was so annoyed by his behavior that she didn't argue with him anymore. She grabbed his arm and walked to the kitchen. "Why are you watching TV? Isn't it embarrassing for a man to go home and do nothing? "
Then, she turned to Wen Yifan and said, "Yifan, take a seat first."
Wen Yifan subconsciously replied, "Okay."
Sang Yan let Li Ping pull him and turned to glance at Wen Yifan. Sang Rong smiled and chatted with Wen Yifan for a while, then he went into the kitchen, "Yifan, don't just sit there, pour a glass of water for Yifan."
"Got it." Sang Zhi waved at her, "Yifan, come sit here."
Wen Yifan walked over and sat down. She took the cup and asked in a low voice, "What did your brother do to make Uncle and Auntie angry?"
Sang Zhi smiled and said, "Yes. Before you came, I've been listening to them talk about my brother for almost four hours. "
"…"
"You've been scolding me ever since we started preparing the reunion dinner." Sang Zhi counted with her fingers the problems her parents had pointed out to Sang Yan one by one. "He doesn't go home, doesn't call, doesn't send messages, doesn't talk about how he's doing, he has to kowtow and burn incense to beg him to come for a meal, and he stands up every time he makes a blind date …"
Feeling that something was amiss, Sang Zhi quickly added, "But my mom hasn't arranged a blind date for my brother for a long time."
Wen Yifan asked again, "Why does Auntie always arrange blind dates for Sang Yan?"
Sang Zhi didn't need to think at all. She said matter-of-factly, "Who can tolerate my brother's temper? Of course, we have to find him in advance."
"…"
"But my brother must like you very much." Sang Zhi's round eyes curved slightly, as if she found it a little magical. "I've never seen my brother in a relationship, but it's the first time I've seen him so timid."
Wen Yifan: "Huh? What cowardice? "
Sang Zhi: "That 'cheating', he was worried that you would misunderstand."
The two of them sat in the living room and could hear sounds coming from the kitchen.
It was mostly Li Ping and Sang Rong attacking Sang Yan.
Li Ping: "Take off your coat. Don't you feel stuffy wearing so much in the room?"
Sang Yan: "No, I'm cold."
Sang Rong: "Why are you cold? Isn't there a heater here?"
"Can you roll up your sleeves? They're going to get wet. And what's with your face? Have you been staying up late and not eating properly? " The more Li Ping spoke, the angrier she became. "I told you to go home, but mom cooked some soup for you to nourish your body. Yet, you refused to go home no matter what. If word of this gets out, people will think that your mom is trying to kill you."
Sang Yan smiled. "What's there to make up for at my age?"
Not long after.
Li Ping suddenly asked, "What happened to the scar on your hand?"
Sang Rong also asked, "When did you get the stitches?"
Sang Zhi was chatting with Wen Yifan. When she heard this, she stopped and said, "Sis Yifan, wait." Then, she got up and ran to the kitchen, "What stitches?"
Soon, she seemed to have seen the scar on Sang Yan's hand, and her tone exploded, "Who did this?"
"It's none of your business." Sang Yan said lazily, "Go watch your cartoons."
"Brat, hurry up and tell me, what happened?" Li Ping was angry and distressed, "Can you give me a good day? Can't you wish your mom a little longer?! "
"It's not that serious. I feel like I'm going to die in the next second. " Sang Yan's tone was filled with his usual impatience, but he still tried to explain, "I was trying to be a Good Samaritan and accidentally cut my skin."
… …
After a few minutes, Sang Zhi returned to her seat. She seemed to be in a bad mood. She whispered to Wen Yifan, "Sis Yifan, do you know what happened?"
Wen Yifan held the cup, "Sang Yan's hand injury?"
"Yeah, I didn't see any injury on his hand when Guo Guoqing came back." Sang Zhi looked at the scar and also felt that the injury at that time shouldn't be light. She guessed, "Did someone cause trouble in his bar? I also think it's easy to attract hatred with his character … "
"… …"
"Will something more serious happen in the future?"
"No, Sang Yan met a relative from my aunt's side." Wen Yifan was a little embarrassed to say it, but she still didn't hide it, "It happened to be a wanted criminal. He was injured in the process of catching him."
Sang Zhi was stunned.
Wen Yifan also didn't know what to say.
After a while, Sang Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, "Is he really trying to be brave? I thought my brother was just talking nonsense. He was doing a good deed. It's good that nothing happened. "She began to mutter again," I don't know what happened to my brother, but he's especially good at beating people. "
Wen Yifan exclaimed.
Sang Zhi complained, "My boyfriend was beaten by him, and his face turned blue. Not a single part of his body is unharmed. "
The topic changed so fast that Wen Yifan paused for a while, but she still continued the topic, "Why did Sang Yan beat your boyfriend?"
"Because they were university classmates. My brother felt that he was taking advantage of his age to cheat my feelings, and then he kept being fooled by him …" Sang Zhi sighed, "Anyway, he's very ruthless."
"… …"
"But my brother was also beaten by my boyfriend." Sang Zhi puffed up her cheeks and complained, "After they were done fighting, I was so angry that I scolded my brother. But they were still in love with each other, so I was put in a difficult position. My brother also said that he didn't come to Nanwu to look for me, but for his brother. "
Wen Yifan couldn't help but laugh.
Sang Zhi might be afraid that she would be nervous, so she was a little more talkative than before. She kept on talking. In the end, she suddenly returned to the previous topic, "Sister Yifan, other than my brother's arm, is there any other injury?"
Wen Yifan, "There's also an injury on his waist, but it's not as serious as the one on his arm. He's fine now, don't worry. "
"That's good. Have you been taking care of him all this time?" Sang Zhi said, "I think my parents don't know about this."
Wen Yifan nodded and said softly, "But I didn't help much."
Sang Zhi, "His injury seems to be recovering quite well, it's only been a few months."
Wen Yifan wanted to say that Sang Yan caught Che Xinde because of her, otherwise, he wouldn't have been injured.
But she couldn't say it out loud.
"My brother did a good thing." The little girl seemed to have noticed her state, she smiled and said seriously, "His luck will definitely get better in the future."
Not long after, both of them were called over by Li Ping for dinner.
The dinner was extremely sumptuous. There were all kinds of dishes on the table. Wen Yifan was a little absent-minded as she thought of Sang Zhi's comforting words. At the same time, Sang Yan held her hand from under the table and gently squeezed it.
She looked sideways.
Sang Yan was also looking at her, as if asking her with his eyes, "Are you still nervous?"
Wen Yifan smiled and shook her head.
After chatting for a while at the dinner table, Li Ping gradually came to her senses. She stared at Wen Yifan's face, the more she looked, the more familiar she felt, she asked, "Yifan, have we met before?"
Wen Yifan didn't expect her to remember, she quickly said, "Yes. I saw you at school when I was in high school. "
"… …"
Li Ping remembered now, she said in surprise, "Eh, are you the girl who fell in love with Ah Yan in high school?"
The rest of them also looked at Wen Yifan as soon as she said that. She slowly swallowed the soup in her mouth and explained, "Yes, but we weren't in love at that time. We only got together last year. "
"But this brat liked you at that time, he didn't hide it from us." Li Ping was amused when she thought of this, "After coming back from school, I talked to Ah Yan several times, I asked him to focus on his studies and not think about these things for now."
Wen Yifan, "Well, we were really young at that time."
"He didn't listen to me at all, he was rebellious since he was young." Li Ping glanced at Sang Yan, "But I don't know why he suddenly started to study like crazy, and then he didn't find a partner for a few years after he graduated from university."
Sang Rong also laughed, "We were scared, we thought this kid was affected by our words."
Sang Yan, the person involved, didn't say anything.
Sang Zhi bit her rice and said vaguely, "Is it possible that he secretly dated someone?"
Li Ping, "I asked Haoan and Qian Fei. Both of them didn't know anything, so I was afraid that Ah Yan might have some psychological problems, so I kept looking for him for blind dates. "
Sang Yan's chopsticks stopped as he heard this, he seemed to have thought of something. With a lazy expression, he said with a faint smile, "Later on, they even found me a blind date with a man."
"… …" Li Ping choked and said angrily, "Isn't that because you didn't want to go with any of them? How can I not think that way? How much did your mom compromise for you? "
Sang Rong and Sang Zhi laughed at the same time.
Wen Yifan lowered her head and inexplicably laughed too.
… …
After dinner, the family sat on the sofa and began to watch the Spring Festival Gala, but most of the time, they were chatting. After the New Year's Eve celebration ended, the two elders gave the three of them red packets and went back to their rooms to sleep.
After returning to Sang Zhi's room, Sang Zhi's phone rang after they chatted for a while.
The caller seemed to be Duan Jiaxu.
Seeing this, Wen Yifan wanted to give Sang Zhi some privacy, so she got up and left the room. She walked to Sang Yan's room and knocked on the door. Sang Yan's voice soon came from inside, "The door isn't locked."
Wen Yifan opened the door and walked in.
At this time, Sang Yan was sitting on the sofa in the room with a game controller in his hand, casually playing a game. He raised his eyelashes and looked at her, "Still not sleeping?"
Wen Yifan closed the door, "I'll sleep later."
"Want to come over and sleep with me?"
"No."
Sang Yan raised his chin and said arrogantly, "Then let's go back now."
"… …"
Wen Yifan pretended not to hear him and sat next to him, "What are you playing?"
Sang Yan passed the controller to her and hooked her waist. He increased his strength and carried her on his lap. He seemed a little sleepy, he rested his chin on her shoulder and wrapped his palm around her hand, "I'll teach you."
She played with him for a while.
Although her hand was also moving, Sang Yan was basically controlling the game. Wen Yifan looked at the health bar of her character on the screen, which did not change at all, but the health bar of the opponent kept decreasing until there was no health left.
In this situation.
Wen Yifan also had an illusion that she was awesome. She became interested and turned her head, "I'll try playing by myself."
Sang Yan who was behind obediently let go of her hand and watched her play.
She thought the result would be similar.
However, there was a huge difference between playing by herself and Sang Yan. In less than a minute, the character controlled by Wen Yifan was defeated, and it did not even take a single drop of health from the opponent.
Sang Yan chuckled a few times, his chest slightly shook, and commented, "Noob."
Wen Yifan looked at him, "Can you play in two-player mode?"
"Yes," Sang Yan said leisurely, "But I'm better than the computer."
"… …"
Under Wen Yifan's request, Sang Yan switched to two-player mode and picked up another controller. He had no intention of giving way to Wen Yifan. His movements seemed casual, but each of his moves could take a small part of her health bar.
After being mercilessly killed by him three times.
Wen Yifan put down the controller and felt that it was almost time. She had no desire to stay any longer.
"I'm going back to sleep."
"What are you doing?" Sang Yan pulled her back, held back his laughter and said, "Didn't I say I'm going to teach you? You want to graduate after such a short period of time, I have to teach you a lesson. "
Wen Yifan thought for a while and felt that what he said was right, "Then continue to teach me."
The two of them chatted while playing the game.
Sang Yan asked, "Are you still staying here tomorrow?"
Wen Yifan nodded, "Yes, I like your house."
From the first time she met Sang Yan, Wen Yifan knew that he must be living in a very happy family. Otherwise, it would be impossible to raise a person with such a personality.
Proud, confident, and passionate.
Just like light.
She thought of how Sang Yan's family called him.
Yan.
Obviously, only the first word was changed.
It seemed to have become gentle.
Wen Yifan licked her lips and suddenly called him, "Sang Yan."
Sang Yan, "Hmm?"
"Your sister has a nickname, do you have it?" Wen Yifan continued without waiting for him to answer, "Should you also change it to the first tone and call it 'Yanyan'?"
"… …" Sang Yan pulled her face, he was speechless, "No."
"Then should I continue with the second tone?" Wen Yifan continued, "Call it 'Yan Yan'."
"Are you sleepy?" Sang Yan stared at her and suddenly laughed, "What are you talking about?"
"Oh, that's right." Wen Yifan was silent for two seconds and said, "Yan."
"… …"
Seeing his stunned expression, Wen Yifan leaned forward and kissed his lips. Then, she got up and pretended to be natural, "I'm going to sleep."
Sang Yan quickly pulled her back, "What did you call me?"
Wen Yifan leaned on him, she was no longer embarrassed, her lips curved up, "Yan."
Sang Yan's Adam's apple moved, he gently kissed her lips.
"Mmm, call me that from now on."
The meeting with Sang Yan's parents added an extra schedule to Wen Yifan's weekly routine. She liked the atmosphere in Sang Yan's house, so she would bring Sang Yan back for dinner when she was free.
The number of times Sang Yan went home during this period was equal to the number of times he went home in the second half of last year.
The two set the moving time on the 28th.
They started to pack up their things a week in advance. The night before moving, Wen Yifan continued to clean up. Most of her room had been tidied up, only some junk was left.
Wen Yifan was tidying up for a while when there was a knock on the door.
She casually said, "You can just come in."
Sang Yan pushed the door open and came in. He looked around and frowned, "Don't sit on the floor, aren't you still on your period?"
Wen Yifan had to stand up.
Sang Yan, "Do you need my help?"
Wen Yifan pointed to the direction of the desk, "Then help me pack the things over there, I have already sorted them out and put them on the table."
"Okay."
After that, Sang Yan picked up the documents on the table and stuffed them into the box one by one. When he moved to the last stack, he seemed to notice something, he paused and slowly picked it up to take a look.
It was a small book.
It was placed upside down, revealing the back of the book. There was a huge signature on the back of the book, it occupied the entire back of the book. It looked messy, it was difficult to recognize the corresponding words.
Wen Yifan was still talking, "How's the tidying up of your room?"
Sang Yan didn't answer.
Wen Yifan said again, "I'll help you later?"
Sang Yan still didn't say a word.
Wen Yifan felt strange and looked over.
She saw Sang Yan holding a book in his hand, his expression was unclear. A long time ago, Mu Chengyun had signed it for her.
"… …"
Wen Yifan paused, her scalp was numb, but she also felt that he shouldn't be able to recognize the words. She looked down again and pretended to pack as usual, "We should be able to finish packing before eleven o 'clock … …"
"Wen Shuangjiang," Sang Yan interrupted her, "You're quite brave."
"… …"
"Why don't you explain to me why you treasure your book so much, oh … …" Sang Yan deliberately changed his words, "Former colleague, why did you sign it?"
Wen Yifan didn't know how he recognized it, she told the truth, "I just put it there, I didn't treasure it."
"Who is this kid?"
"The ghost in 'Ghosts When You Wake Up'." Thinking of what Su Tian mentioned before, Wen Yifan said again, "He seems to be participating in a talent show now, he's quite popular."
Sang Yan had only watched this movie, he recalled for a while and said with a blank expression, "I quite like it."
Wen Yifan, "?"
Sang Yan, "Alright, I'll take it."
"… …"
Wen Yifan felt that his expression was a little funny, "Take it if you like it."
… …
Wen Yifan felt that it was enough after she finished packing the remaining things, "Alright, I'll do the rest tomorrow morning. Now go and tidy up your room, there are still some things left in the living room and kitchen. "
Sang Yan nodded and followed her with the small book with Mu Chengyun's name in his hand.
After entering the room, Sang Yan casually put the book on the table. The screen lit up when he touched the mouse. Wen Yifan subconsciously glanced at it and suddenly noticed a familiar online game icon on his desktop.
Wen Yifan stared at it for a few seconds and pointed, "Do you play this game too?"
Sang Yan glanced at her, "Yes."
Wen Yifan shared with him, "I also played this game in college, but I haven't played it for a long time."
Sang Yan smiled, "Really?"
After that, Wen Yifan didn't pay attention to it anymore, she scanned the room. Compared to her room, Sang Yan's room was neat. All kinds of items were placed in cardboard boxes and placed aside.
There didn't seem to be anything to pack.
"Sit down, there's nothing to pack." Sang Yan thought of something and walked towards the door, "I just made you brown sugar water, let me see what it looks like."
Wen Yifan nodded, but she still helped him check if there was anything missing. She glanced at the bookcase, it was empty. She turned around and opened the wardrobe. There were only a few coats left.
She looked from top to bottom.
Wen Yifan suddenly noticed that there was a medium-sized storage box at the bottom corner of the wardrobe. She thought he had missed something, so she raised her hand to move it out. The box was very heavy, she didn't know what was inside.
It felt like the weight of a book rather than clothes.
Wen Yifan opened it casually.
The first thing he saw was a yellowing newspaper.
Wen Yifan paused and continued to flip through the pages. She found that it was all newspapers. She didn't know why Sang Yan put so many old newspapers here. She curiously picked up the one at the top and looked at it.
She stared at the words on the main page.
Yihe Daily.
Saturday, July 27th, 2013.
Yihe Daily?
Why is it here?
Wen Yifan was stunned. A thought suddenly emerged in her mind. She couldn't believe it and quickly scanned through the names on the page. Then, she turned the page and fixed her eyes on the page.
She saw her name on one of the sections.
— — Wen Yifan, Reporter from Yihe Daily
"… …"
Wen Yifan's expression froze and she continued to flip.
Again.
And again.
Wednesday, September 5th, 2012.
… …
Sunday, April 22nd, 2012.
… …
Friday, March 11th, 2011.
Until she flipped to the bottom one.
Tuesday, December 13th, 2010.
Wen Yifan remembered this day very clearly.
It was the day when she first passed the draft after she went to Yihe Daily as an intern.
It was under this.
There were countless round-trip tickets from Nanwu and Yihe, all kinds of unknown tickets, and a photo.
Wen Yifan held her breath and rubbed the sweat in her palms on her clothes. After a long while, she reached out and picked up the photo.
There were many students standing in the photo, all wearing black academic uniforms. One of the girls with outstanding appearance stood in the middle. She seemed to hear something. She looked in the direction of the camera, different from the others.
Her eyes were blank, without any focus.
She had no idea who was the person holding the camera and taking pictures of her.
It was a scene that she once thought was just a dream.
Wen Yifan's throat was dry.
She clenched her fists and turned the photo over. She immediately saw the man's handwriting on the back of the paper.
It was different from the arrogance of the past. This handwriting was neat, every stroke. It seemed to be extremely serious.
There were only four words.
— Happy graduation.
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