Hard to Deceive

"..."

Wen Yifan really didn't think about it. He was silent for a long time, treating her completely as air, and finally decided that the reason for talking to her was to solicit some business for his store.

She was silent for three seconds and couldn't help asking: "Is your shop so difficult?"

"Isn't it not very profitable? I have to spend some time on publicity." Sang Yan said lazily, "Will you come? If I come, I will be more generous and give you a roommate discount."

Wen Yifan only had a little plan to go: "How much discount is it?"

If there is a discount, of course it will be great.

While taking care of his business, she can also save some money here.

It can be regarded as each got its place.

Sang Yan tilted his head and thought with the ending sound: "Then ninety-nine."

"..." Wen Yifan couldn't believe his ears, "how much?"

Sang Yan looked at it and didn't think there was any problem with what he said, and patiently repeated: "Nine-nine."

"..."

Blame has to make money.

Just wait for it to go bankrupt.

Staring at him for a while, Wen Yifan said, "It's quite generous."

She did not directly refuse: "I will think about it."

"Okay, tell me in advance if you come," Sang Yan continued to look at the phone again, "I will open a channel for you."

"Okay." Thinking that the other party helped him a lot, Wen Yifan reminded him kindly, "Although this aspect of publicity is important, you have to consider the decoration of the store."

Sang Yan raised his eyes: "What do you mean?"

"Your shop's sign is too unobvious. It doesn't look like a bar, but rather like a bar." Wen Yifan stopped, wondering if it would make him unhappy to say that, "Barbershop."

"..."

"When I went there for the first time, it took a long time to find'overtime.'" Wen Yifan said honestly, "and it seems that there is no desire for people to enter."

The living room was suddenly silent.

Not sure if this reminder has been said, Wen Yifan felt as if he had no position to say these spurs to him. She drank the rest of the coffee and took the initiative to calm the atmosphere: "But I just made an opinion."

"Since it's so hard to find," Sang Yan didn't seem to care much about her words, repeating meaningfully, "And so there is no desire to go in--"

He paused just right, with a bit of playfulness in his words, "So why did you come to my bar the first time?"

"..."

Wen Yifan choked and couldn't answer.

After all, even if she didn't initiate it, this purpose was indeed impure.

Sang Yan rarely asked more intimately. He retracted his eyes and said casually: "I will consider your suggestion."

Wen Yifan breathed a sigh of relief: "That—"

"But that's it." Sang Yan said in a twitchy tone, "I don't plan to change."

"..."

Wen Yifan felt like he was wasting time when he talked to him here. After eating the biscuits, she put on her coat and went out. When I arrived at the company, I was almost ready for dinner.

Su Tian was sitting in her seat and asked: "Why are you so late today?"

"There is nothing to do today, so there will be an interview in the afternoon." Wen Yifan said, "Compared with work, life is more important. I don't sleep more, I feel that I won't live next year."

"Oh, yes. I don't even want to leave the door now. I just want to lie in bed for a day." Su Tian lay on the table and wailed, "Could the time be too fast, hurry up for the New Year, I want a holiday!"

With that, Su Tian sat up suddenly: "Yes, I forgot to tell you."

"what?"

"Wang Linlin just found me on WeChat and told you to go back to her WeChat." Su Tian said, "Did you not reply to her? But why did she look for you, she felt very anxious, and found me here."

Wen Yifan turned on the computer: "I'll take a look later."

Her emotions have always been calm. Seeing that the dripping water doesn't leak, Su Tian didn't notice anything: "But Yifan, you are also a good person. She will move away as soon as you move in. If I were you, I would definitely follow."

"She rented the house anyway." Su Tian rolled her eyes. "She is probably happy now. It will be so long before it expires. She can even get the deposit back when she moves in advance."

"It's not a big deal," Wen Yifan said, "I really like this house."

Su Tian sighed: "So I say you are good."

...

During this period, Qian Weihua was on a business trip to Lin Town due to a tumultuous murder case. He still had a follow-up interview rushed out. The director had been urging him, but he was also lacking in skills. This report was received by Wen Yifan.

It was an attempted **** that occurred on the night of the 17th.

After the female victim got off work, she was kidnapped by a man with a knife on her way home and dragged into a remote alley in the North District. A passing male stall owner found and rescued, and the female victim escaped.

During the confrontation, the male stall owner's hand nerve was severely damaged.

After finishing the outline, Wen Yifan felt that the time was almost up, got up and looked around: "It's a big one."

Su Tian: "It seems that someone called out for an interview, I don't know."

"Okay." Wen Yifan didn't care, "Then I will go by myself."

When Wen Yifan entered the "Communication" column group, he came in as a journalist. Say so, but when there is a shortage of people in the team, you have to do everything.

If you don’t know how to do it

The camera interview, manuscript editing and post-production are all done by one person.

With the equipment, Wen Yifan ran to the city hospital alone.

Wen Yifan found the ward where the male stall owner was, and after obtaining his consent, interviewed him about his current situation.

The male stall owner is in his early thirties and looks honest and honest. To every question of Wen Yifan, he answered earnestly, shy enough to not meet her sight, and even blushed when he accidentally hit him.

After asking the questions on the outline, Wen Yifan himself added a few more, and did not interrupt him to rest afterwards. She took the photographic equipment, thanked the male stall owner, and planned to go to his attending doctor and ask in detail.

As soon as he left the door of the ward, Wen Yifan was shouted.

"You... eh, Wen Yifan?"

Looking along the voice.

Two or three meters away, a girl with a slightly familiar eyebrow was looking at her hesitantly. She looked young, and she carried a fruit basket in her hand, as if she was visiting a sick person.

Wen Yifan smiled at her, but didn't remember who she was for a while.

"When did you return to Nanwu?" The girl frowned, "Why haven't I heard my mother say."

These words made Wen Yifan recognize her instantly.

Zheng Kejia.

It is the daughter of her stepfather.

Speaking of it, it seems that Wen Yifan met her last time as a sophomore.

At that time, Zheng Kejia was only in the first year of junior high school, and he had not yet dressed up his consciousness. It's a far cry from the way he would dress up after he opened it up.

Wen Yifan never thought that he would meet her here.

Noting what Wen Yifan was holding, Zheng Kejia guessed: "Are you on a business trip?"

"No, I moved back to Nanwu." The weight of the camera is not light, and Wen Yifan began to cope with it. "I still have a job. I will contact again when I have time."

Zheng Kejia mumbled: "Who wants to contact you."

"Alright," Wen Yifan nodded, "Then both of us will save time."

"..." Zheng Kejia was so speechless by what she said, she held back for a long time before she said, "Why are you coming back all right."

"Can I come back if I have something to do?" Wen Yifan smiled, "Don't worry, I return to Nanwu doesn't mean that I will go home to live. We have not seen you today, as long as you don't tell, no one else knows."

Zheng Kejia frowned: "I didn't tell you not to let you go home."

Wen Yifan: "Okay, you didn't say."

"Why are you so irritating when you talk," Zheng Kejia was a little displeased. "Am I talking to you? I just said that I didn't want to live with you, so how can I say now."

Wen Yifan stood there, watching her quietly.

As he talked, Zheng Kejia gradually lost his confidence: "And how long ago things happened, how old I was then..."

"It's been a long time, and I almost can't recognize you. It seems that there is no need for the two of us to renew the old." Wen Yifan said, "You go to the doctor, you are tired carrying fruits."

"Wait! Are you going home for the New Year?" Zheng Kejia said, "Will you not come back to see the little brother?"

The younger brother Zheng Kejia said was a boy born to Zhao Yuandong after three years of remarrying.

Wen Yifan has not seen him yet.

Zhao Yuandong occasionally sends her photos to see.

"No." Wen Yifan gave a reason, "I am very busy at work and basically do not have holidays."

There was a moment of silence.

Zheng Kejia took out the phone from his pocket and asked: "Then let's add a WeChat, can we have a meal tonight? I apologize to you, I used to do something wrong—"

"Zheng Kejia," Wen Yifan had to go to the police station for a while, and then had to write and edit the film on the stage. There was really no time to talk to her, "I just want to live my own life."

"..."

"I didn't go back to Nanwu for anyone, and I didn't go home and live because of you." Wen Yifan said softly, "What I do is only for myself."

"..."

Wen Yifan glanced at the time: "I'm really in a hurry, so I'll leave."

Zheng Kejia moved her lips, but said nothing.

Without waiting for her to respond, Wen Yifan turned his head and looked at the sign, and walked along the direction to the Department of Neurology.

Wen Yifan found the doctor in charge of the male stall owner. She didn't want to delay the doctor's visit. It didn't take too long. She asked a few questions based on the situation of the male stall owner, thanked her and left.

Before leaving the hospital, Wen Yifan went to the toilet.

Wen Yifan bent over to open the faucet, and when he touched the ice water, he shrank unconsciously. She was stunned for a moment, perhaps because of Zheng Kejia who had just met.

It reminds her of many things before.

Wen Yifan remembered what his father Wen Liangzhe had said to her.

——"We are girls, don't always touch cold water."

After all these years, it seems that Wen Yifan's emotions will only be affected when he thinks of Wen Liangzhe. She had a sore nose, blinked her eyes vigorously, and then slowly washed her hands.

The nickname of Wen Yifan High School is not made up by classmates.

She really knew nothing at the time, and all the cleaning tasks in the accommodation life were taught by her roommates. She has a good temper. Sometimes people get angry with her when they are impatient, and she will not hold grudges.

Wen Yifan was spoiled to grow up since he was a child. He is the only daughter of the family and the only jewel in the hands of Wen Liangzhe and Zhao Yuandong. They support everything she wants to do, and don't have much expectations of her, they just hope that she can live this life happily and safely.

Wen Yifan had an extremely carefree life at that time.

Even if there are not many friends in the class, she is still happy.

Because she got enough love.

But Wen Yifan never thought she would have such a day.

Because of Wen Liangzhe's death, because of Zhao Yuandong's remarriage, and because of her extreme fear of being robbed of her father's favorite Zheng Kejia, she was sent to her grandmother's house by Zhao Yuandong.

Later, because her grandma was in poor health, she was sent to the uncle's house.

That was probably the most sensitive time in Wen Yifan's life.

——She feels that she has no one to want.

Although there is a place to live, she still feels that there is no place for her in this world.

I feel I have no sense of belonging.

Wen Yifan was very afraid of doing things wrong, and flew very tremblingly. Even when eating, the chopsticks and the bowl clash, and his breathing will stop subconsciously.

Wen Yifan thought of a past event inexplicably.

There was a weekend.

The eldest mother gave Wen Yifan twenty yuan and asked her to go out and buy a box of shredded chicken.

Wen Yifan took the money and went out obediently.

I bought a shredded chicken at the store designated by my aunt. When Wen Yifan was about to give money, he found that the money was missing.

Her brain was blank at the time, looking at the boss's expression, she could only say that she would come back for it later. Then, Wen Yifan walked back along the way and stared at every corner of the ground seriously.

Repeated this back and forth several times.

Wen Yifan didn't see the slightest trace of the twenty yuan.

She still remembers how she felt at that time.

Extremely panic, but at a loss.

Although thinking about it now, it seems to be just a ridiculous thing.

It's only twenty yuan.

She only lost twenty yuan.

Just because of such a small thing.

Wen Yifan didn't go back all afternoon, walking around aimlessly until it was dark. She stopped at an empty bus stop, sat on a chair, and stared at the gray concrete floor.

I feel that everything has slowed down.

She dare not go back.

I'm afraid that because of this matter, my uncle will be sent to the next relative's house. Then such things will happen directly and continuously.

She will become a burden that everyone shirks.

then.

At that time, Sang Yan seemed to have fallen from the sky and suddenly appeared in front of her. He seems to have just returned from playing a ball, holding a basketball in his hands, his upper body is soaked and his hair is still dyed with sweat.

Sang Yan walked up to her, bent down, with a youthful aura. At that time he knew her nickname, as if on purpose, and never called her real name again: "Wen Shuangjiang, what are you doing here?"

Hearing the sound, Wen Yifan slowly raised his head to look at him, silent.

Sang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Why do you look like this?"

Still quiet.

Sang Yan touched her with a basketball: "You are saying something."

"Sang Yan," Wen Yifan had a reaction, his voice was very soft, "Can you lend me twenty dollars."

"..."

"I went out to buy things and the money fell."

Sang Yan was stunned and reached out and flipped through his pockets: "I came out without money."

Wen Yifan lowered his eyes immediately: "That's not necessary..."

"What's the matter, I just don't have money now, it doesn't mean I won't have any money in five minutes." Sang Yan stood up straight, "You just sit here, five minutes will do."

"..."

After thinking about it, Sang Yan put the basketball in her hand again.

"wait for me."

Before Wen Yifan responded, Sang Yan ran away, not knowing where to go. She lowered her head again, staring at the dirty basketball in her hand, looking at the lines on it.

The evening breeze was blowing quietly.

One car in front of me came and another came.

Wen Yifan didn't know if there were five minutes.

I just remember that Sang Yan came back soon. He was still panting, squatting in front of her, and digging out from his pocket the twenty yuan he didn't know where he got from: "Take it, remember to pay it back."

Wen Yifan's hand was a little stiff, and he took the money: "Thank you."

Sang Yan looked up at her, sweat falling down the hair on her forehead: "Why are you still crying?"

"..."

He laughed: "There is no need to be so moved, right?"

Wen Yifan pursed his lower lip and repeated: "Thank you."

"Okay, it's not a big deal," Sangyan scratched his head, noticing that her mood was still bad, but didn't know how to comfort him. "If not, I will lose 20 yuan."

"..."

"Next time, if you drop again, you just call me." The boy frowned and pulled the corner of his lower lip. "I will lend you as much as possible, okay?"