For a moment, all the memories were pulled back.
On the night of her birthday, he whispered behind her back, "Wen Shuangjiang, make another wish."
When she flew to Yihe to look for him, they were in the hotel. After listening to her story, he solemnly said, "I forgive you."
Seeing the wound caused by Che Xingde, Sang Yan looked depressed and powerless, "Can you consider my feelings?"
They continued to move forward.
On the day they were together, Sang Yan suddenly appeared in the noodle house. Under the heavy rain, he looked down at her, full of youthfulness, "After so many years, I still only like you."
Then.
Because of various accidents, Sang Yan inexplicably became her new roommate, and because of that, they had a dispute. He stared at her and said coldly, "I didn't expect that I'm such a sentimental person in your heart."
Until.
After their reunion, they met for the first time at "Overtime". He looked indifferent, threw a coat to her, and introduced himself as if he was talking to a stranger, "I'm the owner of this bar, my surname is Sang."
…
At the same time, Sang Yan entered the room with a bowl in his hand. Noticing the newspapers and sundries on the ground, as well as the photo in Wen Yifan's hand, he was a little stunned, but he didn't feel that his secret was exposed. He just said, "Why are you sitting on the ground again?"
Wen Yifan looked up at him.
Sang Yan walked to her side and reached out to her, "Hurry up and get up."
Wen Yifan didn't move, and her voice was so soft that it couldn't be heard, "Have you been looking for me in Yihe?"
"Yes." Sang Yan admitted, "Didn't I tell you?"
"What?"
Sang Yan didn't continue to speak, but took a cushion from the side and gave it to her, "Cushion it." Then, he handed over the brown sugar water in his hand and took the photo from her hand, "Drink it first, it'll get cold."
Wen Yifan obediently took it, held the bowl with both hands, and lowered her eyes. Her eyes gradually turned red. A strong sense of guilt and helplessness pressed down on her, and she didn't even have the courage to look at Sang Yan's expression.
She wanted to say, "Why didn't you tell me when you were already here?"
But then she remembered what she had said.
Wen Yifan lowered her head and said slowly, "Why are you looking for me … …"
She had already said those words.
So many outrageous words.
The corners of Sang Yan's lips curled up, and his expression was calm. "Didn't I tell you already?"
Then, he added, "Think about it yourself."
Wen Yifan stared at the brown sugar water in her bowl. She recalled what Sang Yan said to her at the bus stop on the day Wen Liangzhe passed away.
"I'm not much of a talker, but I'll always be with you, no matter what."
I will always be with you.
Whether you know it or not.
Even if I've already said it, I won't bother you anymore.
He would still keep his promise.
Where you can't see.
Wen Yifan gradually increased the strength in her hand and slowly took a sip of the brown sugar water. As she swallowed, her tears flowed out and fell into the bowl. She pursed her lips and took another sip.
Seeing her expression, Sang Yan tilted his head and said half-jokingly, "No, it tastes so bad."
"…"
"Wen Shuangjiang, don't cry. Do you hear me? What's there to cry about? " Sang Yan didn't avoid the topic anymore. He reached out to help her wipe her tears. "You didn't cry no matter what happened when you were with me. How many times have you cried now? What do you think I am? "
Wen Yifan didn't say anything. She cried and drank the brown sugar water.
Looking at her, Sang Yan felt distressed, but he also wanted to laugh. "Why are you so wronged? If you don't want to drink, then don't drink. Is it necessary to drink while crying? "
Wen Yifan stopped and said with a choked voice, "I … I think I saw you at the graduation ceremony, but I thought you wouldn't come … I thought I recognized the wrong person …"
"Isn't that good?" Sang Yan said lightly, "If you recognized me, I would be so embarrassed."
Wen Yifan's tears fell into the bowl one by one, splashing a small amount of water: "… I should have run over."
Even if there was only a slight possibility. She shouldn't have ignored it.
While she was chatting and laughing with her classmates, Sang Yan, who was standing on the other side of the crowd, left alone. What kind of feelings would he have?
He came unilaterally, met her unilaterally, and then left unilaterally.
Wen Yifan's chest felt like it was heavily pressed by a stone. "Why did I do so many bad things to you?"
"What are you doing? Didn't we make up? It's over. " Sang Yan took the bowl from her hand and put it on the ground. "Or did you do something wrong to me?"
"…"
Wen Yifan sniffled and thought about it carefully. But she couldn't think of anything else. She looked up at him and suddenly thought of something. She confessed to him, "I took advantage of you."
Sang Yan raised his eyebrows. "Doesn't this happen every day?"
"… …" Wen Yifan's negative emotions were originally very heavy, but at this moment, she felt like laughing because of him. She stared at him and couldn't help but hug him. "Just before we were together."
Sang Yan raised his hand and hugged her waist. "Hmm?"
"I pretended to sleepwalk." Wen Yifan said sincerely, "I hugged you."
"… …"
"When?" Sang Yan's expression froze. He seemed to be in disbelief. After a few seconds, he laughed out loud, "No, you did this kind of thing before?"
Wen Yifan didn't feel guilty. She said with a nasal voice, "Just take it as me using my rights in advance."
"Weren't you acting very upright at that time?" Sang Yan simply let her sit on his lap and said slowly, "It turns out that you had such thoughts behind my back."
"…" Wen Yifan stared at him calmly. "Yes."
Sang Yan chuckled. He seemed to be in a good mood. He lowered his head and kissed her. He tilted his head to look at the scattered newspapers on the ground and reminded her, "Go and clean them up. You even dug them out and made a mess."
Wen Yifan nodded, but she didn't have any intention to move.
The two stayed in this position for a while.
Wen Yifan suddenly called him, "Ah Yan."
Sang Yan, "Hmm?"
"I want to live six more years than you."
Sang Yan's eyebrows moved slightly, "Why?"
Wen Yifan's eyes were still red. She said solemnly, "This way, I can love you for six more years."
We're even.
"… …"
Sang Yan suddenly understood. He lowered his head and smiled, "Forget it, I still want to live for a few more years." After that, he pressed her body towards him and looked into her eyes, "You can pay me back in your next life."
Next life.
You'll like me for six years first.
Then.
I'll let you, just like how I am now.
I got what I wanted.
-
The next day was Sunday.
Sang Yan didn't need to go to work, and Wen Yifan happened to have the day off.
The two woke up early in the morning and the moving company arrived on time. Wen Yifan left the key on the shoe cabinet after cleaning up the house and checking that nothing was missing.
She left the rented house that they had lived in for two years.
Sang Yan noticed her expression and asked, "What's wrong?"
Wen Yifan said honestly, "I'm a little reluctant."
"What's there to be reluctant about? Aren't we living together?" Sang Yan rubbed her head hard and said lazily, "If you like it, we can decorate our house like this in the future."
Wen Yifan's melancholy also dissipated. She smiled and said, "Then we'll sleep in separate rooms like now?"
"… …" Sang Yan's emotions disappeared. He moved his hand down and pinched her face instead, "I shouldn't have coaxed you."
Sang Yan drove the car into the underground parking lot of Century City.
The two arrived earlier than the moving company.
Wen Yifan didn't know the direction after getting out of the car. Sang Yan held her hand the whole time. The two entered the elevator and went up to the ninth floor. There were only two units on the first floor of this building. He walked to the door of Unit B and entered his fingerprint to open the door.
Sang Yan wasn't in a hurry to go in either. He stayed where he was, grabbed her hand, and slowly recorded her fingerprints into the ID. Then, he casually said, "No one else can come in except the two of us."
Wen Yifan nodded absent-mindedly and looked inside.
The area of this house was slightly larger than their previous rented house. After entering the door, there was a small garden. Further inside was the kitchen, opposite was the dining room, and further inside was the living room.
The decoration style was modern, the color was warm, and it looked a little cozy.
Sang Yan interrupted her attention before she finished looking. He held her hand and walked inside, "I'll send you the password to the door later on WeChat. You can stay the same as before. We just moved to a new place, there are no other changes. "
Wen Yifan responded and continued to observe the environment inside.
All the furniture was there, but the whole house was still empty. The table and cabinets were empty. There was also a damp and musty smell of no one living in it for a long time. However, it seemed that someone had cleaned it, it looked very tidy.
The two sat down on the sofa.
Wen Yifan asked casually, "Which room do I sleep in?"
Sang Yan leaned against the back of the chair and said slowly, "Whichever room you want."
Wen Yifan looked at him.
"You can sleep in the bathroom or the kitchen if you want. I'm not picky anyway. No matter which position, "Sang Yan tilted his head and hinted," I can accompany you. "
"… …"
Wen Yifan felt that she was still a person with a bottom line, "Then, we are living together before marriage, right?"
"So what?" Sang Yan looked arrogant and copied what she said last night, "Anyway, it will happen sooner or later. Why can't I use my rights in advance?"
"… …"
Just at this time, the moving company also arrived.
Sang Yan opened the door to let them in. Wen Yifan also got up and planned to go to the master bedroom to take a look. She felt that there was really no need for her to dwell on this matter. She also felt that she was trying to hide something.
The master bedroom was the innermost.
Wen Yifan opened the door and went in.
The decoration style was more feminine. The walls were light pink, the bed was white, and there was a small dressing table next to it. There was also a desk for her to work by the window, and there was a bookcase next to it.
The floor was covered with a light carpet.
This was Sang Yan's house.
The master bedroom was decorated in a feminine style.
Not long after, Sang Yan also followed her in.
Wen Yifan turned her head, "When did you finish the decoration of this house?"
"The year before last." Sang Yan said casually, "But this room was redecorated."
Wen Yifan looked at the room again, "Then how did you turn it into powder?"
"For you," Sang Yan said, "Isn't this in case you don't want to sleep with me?"
"So you want to sleep in this room with me?" Wen Yifan's lips curved up. She held back her laughter and said, "Then you will become a man with a girl's heart."
"…"
The sound of the workers moving the luggage came from outside.
Sang Yan went out to communicate with them again.
Wen Yifan stayed in the room for a while, and then walked to the window to open it to ventilate the room. After a while, when she was about to go out of the living room to have a look, the phone in her pocket just happened to ring.
She took out the phone and looked down to light up the screen.
Sang Yan: [Password 150102]
Wen Yifan looked at it for a moment and asked knowingly: [What does the number mean?]
After a few seconds.
Sang Yan: [?]
Sang Yan: [Your partner's birthday.]
Wen Yifan: [That's it?]
The two of them chatted through WeChat, one in the living room and the other in the room.
Sang Yan directly sent a voice message: [Think about it yourself.]
Even in the room, Wen Yifan could hear his unhappy tone from the outside.
Wen Yifan's eyes curved down, and she immediately comforted him: [Oh, it's the day we got together.]
That's right. She thought again.
The day luck came to her.
-
The first trial of Che Xingde's case was announced in September. He was sentenced to death for the crimes of intentional homicide and rape. Che Yanqin was sentenced to three years in prison for helping Che Xingde destroy the evidence.
The follow-up report of the case that Wen Yifan was in charge of came to an end.
And from this moment on, these two people.
Completely disappeared from her life.
September 22nd of this year was the 100th anniversary of Nanwu No.1 Middle School.
Wen Yifan learned about this from Zhong Siqiao two weeks in advance. However, she wasn't very interested in it, and she didn't know if she could make time to participate on that day. So she gave an ambiguous answer.
However, Zhong Siqiao was extraordinarily insistent and insisted that she participate.
She even asked her to bring Sang Yan.
Wen Yifan had to apply for a leave of absence from the director in advance and mentioned it to Sang Yan. He asked what it was about and didn't say much. He quickly agreed.
On the day of the school anniversary.
The two set off for Nanwu No.1 Middle School in the afternoon and met up with Zhong Siqiao and other high school classmates at the entrance. Wen Yifan couldn't remember many of them. She only felt that they looked familiar, but she couldn't remember their names.
Seeing them together, many people's first reaction was that they had been dating since high school.
Wen Yifan didn't refute.
The school anniversary of Nanwu No.1 Middle School was very large, and there were many people on campus. Along the way, there were all kinds of exhibitions everywhere, introducing the history of the school and various famous people.
They strolled around.
Wen Yifan and Sang Yan were unknowingly separated from the others.
The temperature was high in summer, and the sun was strong. It was like a huge steamer. Coupled with the dense crowd, it seemed to magnify the heat. She couldn't stand it if she stayed for a long time.
Sang Yan noticed her state, he glanced at the teaching building not far away, "Let's go back to the classroom."
Wen Yifan nodded.
The two entered the teaching building and went up the stairs.
They hadn't been back for a long time, but it didn't seem to have changed much, except that some places were renovated. Wen Yifan didn't talk to Sang Yan, she just looked around as if she was overlapping with her memories.
There were fewer people, and it looked empty, like the campus after school.
Wen Yifan and Sang Yan didn't take the initiative to mention it, but they tacitly stopped at the fourth floor. They walked forward, passed through the corridor in front of them, turned left, and walked towards the inner area.
She saw the familiar school water fountain.
It was the place where Wen Yifan met Sang Yan for the first time.
Wen Yifan suddenly felt that this feeling was quite magical, she turned around and looked at him, "Senior."
Sang Yan tilted his head and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Wen Yifan smiled, "Do you know how to get to Class 17?"
"I do, junior." Sang Yan was cooperative, he dragged his words and said in an annoying tone, "Go straight and turn right."
This time was different from when they went to the classroom one after another.
Wen Yifan continued to hold his hand and walked side by side. She followed her memory, turned right, and walked to the innermost classroom. What was magical was that after such a long time, the class number was still the same Class 17.
The classroom door was open, and the tables inside were neatly arranged. There was nothing on the table.
It looked like an old classroom that had just been emptied.
Wen Yifan walked in and sat at the seat she was sitting at when the two of them were seated behind the table. Sang Yan also took the opportunity to sit behind her. At this moment, time seemed to return to the summer of 11 years ago.
As soon as she sat down, Wen Yifan noticed something with the corner of her eyes, and her eyes immediately looked down.
She saw that the whole drawer was filled with roses.
Her gaze froze.
A guess gradually emerged in her mind.
Wen Yifan held her breath and reached out to pull out a rose from the drawer.
At this moment, Wen Yifan felt that Sang Yan hooked his leg forward, put it under her chair, and gently bumped it. The action was bad and arrogant, just like any other time in the past.
She turned around.
She saw Sang Yan's body leaning against the back of the chair, and his eyes were high-spirited, just like in the past. His chin was slightly raised, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, revealing a shallow dimple on the side of his right lip. He suddenly said, "Wen Shuangjiang, I will give you a promise."
Wen Yifan said, "Ah?"
"After being with me," Sang Yan's eyes were dark, and his Adam's apple gently rolled, "All your wishes will come true."
"… …"
Wen Yifan's gaze moved down, and then she noticed the ring box on the table. She stared blankly at the silver ring inside. Although it was something that both of them had mentioned before, she still felt surprised and shocked when she really saw it.
She held a rose in her hand, and the other hand was raised, as if she wanted to touch the ring.
In the next moment, Sang Yan grabbed her hand and held it in place.
"Wen Shuangjiang, will you marry me?"
Wen Yifan looked into his eyes, and inexplicably, her eyes began to sting. She stared at his rare nervous look, and gradually, it overlapped with the previous teenager, and she couldn't help but laugh.
"Yes, I only want to marry you."
Sang Yan also laughed with her, slowly put the ring on her ring finger, and pushed it up.
As if he wanted to tie her up for life.
— — "After being with me, all your wishes will come true."
Yes.
You have fulfilled another wish of mine.
The sun outside was dazzling, and it shone in generously. The classroom was quiet and empty. The cicadas cried loudly, bringing with them a very strong summer atmosphere, tainted with the smell of youth.
The man in front of her didn't seem to have changed at all from beginning to end.
Wen Yifan inexplicably remembered a scene from a long time ago.
She also forgot which afternoon it was.
That day was just like today, the sky was clear, and the air was dry and long. Wen Yifan sat in her seat, reading Janet Winterson's "Orange Is Not the Only Fruit". When he saw a line in Winterson's "Oranges are not the only fruit", his heart skipped a beat.
She only felt that she also hoped to meet such a person.
Wen Yifan took out the excerpt book from the drawer, opened the cap, and wrote seriously: "I long for someone to love me fiercely until death, to understand that love is as powerful as death — —"
Before she finished writing, Wen Yifan's body was suddenly hit from the side. She was caught off guard, and the tip of the pen scratched heavily on the book. Then it was pulled back and rubbed against the arm of the person next to her.
Before Wen Yifan could apologize, she subconsciously looked up.
At that moment.
She met Sang Yan's gaze.
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