Hard to Deceive

The structure of the kitchen is square and the space is not small.

The L-shaped dark-colored countertop, with a missing piece next to the refrigerator, has an off-white cabinet embedded on the top. Because of the purchase of a lot of electrical appliances, the space looks tighter than before.

Wen Yifan walked to him and looked at the noodles that had begun to roll in the pot. She was silent for a while, rolled up her sleeves, turned on the faucet and washed her hands. Then, she pointed to something next to her.

"Then I put these back in the refrigerator?"

Sang Yan glanced sideways: "The vegetables are left."

Wen Yifan: "Good."

She just picked up the box of balls.

Sang Yan suddenly said: "Don't eat the meatballs?"

Wen Yifan's movements stopped: "If you want to eat, you can put a little bit."

"What about dumplings."

"Then just put a few."

"Oh." Sang Yan picked up the soy sauce next to him and said by the way, "Give me two eggs."

"..." Wen Yifan was a bit speechless about his attitude that he still wanted everything in this situation. She didn't want to waste, she couldn't help it anymore: "Sang Yan."

Sang Yan: "What?"

Wen Yifan calmly reminded: "You ordered a whole package of noodles."

"..."

To the end.

Only a few vegetables and mushrooms were added to the side dishes, and Wen Yifan put the rest in the refrigerator. She took two large and one small bowls from the cupboard and handed him a large one.

Sang Yan took it and filled the bowl with noodles.

Wen Yifan stood aside, watching the noodles overflowing in the pot. I always feel that in this situation, she only eats a little bit of no use at all, and is very worried that Sang Yan will force her to eat bowl after bowl.

After all, his character has indeed come out.

Wen Yifan said suddenly: "I may not be able to help you much."

Sang Yan just finished filling a bowl and reached out to her: "What."

Wen Yifan took the opportunity to give him the bowl in his hand, with a polite expression: "I'm not particularly hungry."

"..." Seeing her look, Sang Yan saw what she was thinking at a glance, and said blankly, "I know."

Because it was still on the Spring Festival Gala, there was nothing to talk about with the two people sitting together.

Just go back to the living room.

The noodles just out of the pot were a bit hot, so Wen Yifan put the bowl directly on the coffee table.

The sketch is being performed on TV at the moment, and it seems that most of it has been performed. Wen Yifan didn't read the previous content, so she didn't know what she was talking about, and she was a little confused.

She looked at it for a while, but couldn't understand it, so she lowered her head and took a sip of soup.

He stared for a few seconds, then drank slowly.

The taste is unexpectedly good.

Wen Yifan breathed a sigh of relief.

When he raised his eyes, he happened to meet Sang Yan's elusive gaze.

"..." Wen Yifan swallowed the soup and politely boasted, "Your noodles are cooked quite delicious."

"Your expression," Sang Yan said slowly, without moving his chopsticks at this time, "I thought I just put some poison in my face."

"..." Wen Yifan said, "I just didn't think you could cook."

Sang Yan let out a soft voice, his tone of doubt and arrogance: "Is there anything I can't do?"

Wen Yifan said sincerely: "Isn't there a lot of them?"

Sang Yan raised his eyebrows: "For example?"

"For example," Wen Yifan thought for a while, "cook some noodles for one person."

"..."

Perhaps it was because of the holidays, or it was because of the little things that Sang Yan made when cooking the noodles. The two got along better than usual.

Originally thinking that today is New Year's Eve, Wen Yifan planned to come back from get off work to make a simple New Year's Eve dinner for himself. But after returning home, I was too lazy to move, and I didn't feel hungry, so I just gave up.

Wen Yifan suddenly felt a little weird.

She had never thought that she would still be able to eat the "New Year's Eve dinner" made by Young Master Sang Yan in her lifetime.

Wen Yifan didn't eat slowly, he seemed to chew slowly, but he ate the noodles in the bowl in a while.

It happened to end a show, and she got up, planning to dress up again.

Perceiving her movement, Sang Yan asked casually: "What are you doing?"

Wen Yifan paused and pointed towards the kitchen: "Continue."

"..."

Although the other party only asked her to eat a little bit because she was cooking too much, Wen Yifan took the initiative to say, "Do you want me to decorate it for you?"

"If you can't eat it, don't eat it," Sang Yan glanced up and down at her, and said leisurely, "I have to count on my head if I eat it."

"No." Wen Yifan was stunned and said directly, "I just want to eat."

"..."

Seeing that there was still a lot in his bowl, Wen Yifan didn't ask any more, and went to the kitchen by himself. Afraid of eating too much and not being able to digest and sleep at night, she only contained a small bowl, but the soup was full.

Go back to the sofa and sit down.

Wen Yifan glanced in the direction of Sang Yan.

I don't know when it started.

His eyebrows stretched slightly, his posture was lazy, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

The line of sight is now on the TV.

Wen Yifan blinked and looked in the direction of the TV. The previous magic show has ended. The show started here is a song performance. The performers are several actresses who have become popular recently.

There is a bright smile on his face, and the singing is also sweet, which is particularly pleasing to the eye.

"..."

Oh.

Wen Yifan understood in an instant.

...

As time was getting late, Wen Yifan didn't intend to stay in the living room for so long.

But it was twelve o'clock without knowing it.

During this period, the two of them sat on both ends of the sofa without much communication, but no one returned to the room in advance. Occasionally, when Wen Yifan commented on a program, Sang Yan would give a hum.

The new year is here.

Wen Yifan suddenly realized that the two of them were keeping together.

At this time, the phone vibrated several times.

Zhong Siqiao and Xiang Lang punctually sent a happy new year in the group.

Wen Yifan moved his finger and was about to reply. Yu Guang saw Sang Yan who was looking at the phone with his eyelashes lowered. She suddenly got up, her voice warm and soft: "Then I'm going to sleep."

Sang Yan raised his eyes slowly.

Wen Yifan naturally added: "Happy New Year."

Sang Yan looked at her.

She didn't expect him to be polite, and planned to go back to the room after speaking.

But Sang Yan's attitude tonight was unexpectedly good.

He retracted his gaze, really polite. It's just that the tone is still perfunctory as usual.

"Well, happy new year."

Go back to the room.

Wen Yifan took some time to reply to the message, and soon put down the phone and began to brew sleepiness. She turned off the lamp and stared at the dark void with her eyes open, her thoughts drifting a little.

I thought of what was just now.

Somehow came up with an idea.

It turns out that the Spring Festival Gala is also pretty good.

Withdrawing his mind, Wen Yifan was about to sleep with his eyes closed, and suddenly remembered that he had just eaten a bowl of noodles. She immediately got up and brushed her teeth. After washing, she realized that she was a little braced.

I don't remember how long I haven't fallen asleep with this feeling of fullness.

Wen Yifan is still a bit guilty.

This seems to be the first time after the two reunited, they ate alone on the same stage.

And they are both very peaceful.

It seems that the relationship is easing, but it also seems to be softened by the festival.

It makes her feel familiar.

It's like returning to the period from the second semester of high school to the college entrance examination.

At that time, Wen Yifan had just moved to Beiyu City and spent a few months in the new environment. Compared to Nanwu No. 1 Middle School, she became more silent. Live a closed accommodation life and go home once every two weeks.

Do nothing but study every day.

Even the mobile phone is turned on occasionally and glanced at it.

Maybe she sent the result text message to Sang Yan.

After the end of the second semester final exam in the second semester of high school, a few days later, Wen Yifan received news from Sang Yan.

Sang Yan: [Are you free now? 】

When he saw this, Wen Yifan had a hunch that he might come.

Wen Yifan: [What's wrong? 】

Sang Yan: [The first time I came back to Beiyu, I didn't recognize the way. 】

Sang Yan: [No time or nothing. 】

The distance from Nanwu to Beiyu is not far, about an hour and a half by high-speed train.

Wen Yifan never thought that he would come over. He was stunned for a long time when he saw the news, and he immediately went out after asking his location.

At that time, the temperature in Beiyu dropped a few degrees because of rain for several days.

Sang Yan didn't know the location of her home, only knew which high school she was studying, and waited for a while at the gate of her school. He only wore short sleeves, but as if not afraid of cold, he raised his eyebrows and smiled when he saw her.

"Come so fast?"

Before that.

The two hadn't spoken for a long time.

Not only because Wen Yifan transferred to Beiyu, but also some time before she transferred, the two were strangers at school.

So when he said this, Wen Yifan hummed.

The scene fell silent again.

After a while.

Sang Yan said: "Go have a meal?"

Wen Yifan responded and took him to a noodle restaurant nearby.

The two ate noodles for a while.

The presence of people around him is particularly strong.

Wen Yifan took the initiative to break the silence and asked softly: "When will you go back?"

Sang Yan raised his eyes and asked, "When do you have to go home?"

Wen Yifan said casually: "It's six o'clock."

"Oh." Sang Yan paused with his chopsticks, and the corners of his lips twitched, "Then I'll be back at six."

...

That seems to be the beginning.

After that, Sang Yan would come to Beiyu to look for her once in a while.

The frequency is not frequent, and every time I just leave with her for a meal, it will not take up much of her time. Both of them didn't mention their own affairs very much, and seemed to only meet each other by this.

There is no other purpose.

the following few days.

Sang Yan went out in the morning and came back at 7 or 8 in the evening.

The time is exceptionally stable, like being driven out by the family when the time comes.

Wen Yifan asked him when his relative would leave. He didn't see much emotion, and he directly replied "I don't know" to deal with the matter. She substituted this thing herself, and she did feel that he was a bit miserable.

Those who celebrated the New Year were kicked out to live.

After that, I didn't mention it to him much.

Noon on the third day of the new year.

As soon as Wen Yifan came out of the toilet and looked at his mobile phone, he saw the news from Sang Yan ten minutes ago.

Sang Yan: [I will go back this afternoon. 】

Sang Yan: [May take my sister. 】

A few minutes passed.

Sang Yan: [Okay? 】

Before the two rented together, Wen Yifan had said this request, and had to talk to each other before bringing people back.

Wen Yifan replied: [Yes. 】

After replying, Wen Yifan didn't take this matter too seriously. She turned on the computer, looked for a play, and before she knew it, it was dinner. She got up and went out of the room, planning to get a glass of yogurt in the refrigerator.

At this moment, the door opening sounded in the hallway.

Wen Yifan looked along and saw Sang Yan walking in with the key. He was holding a big bag of things in his hand, and his face was light, and he said to the person behind: "Bare feet, no shoes."

In the next second, Sang Zhi's figure also appeared in Wen Yifan's vision.

She didn't take off her shoes immediately, nor did she respond to Sang Yan's words.

Because of the first visit, Sang Zhi subconsciously swept around. Noting the existence of Wen Yifan, her eyes froze, and she blurted out: "Brother, is this sister your girlfriend?"

Sang Yan said nothing.

Wen Yifan smiled and replied: "No, we are renting together."

"Oh, it looks so beautiful--" Sang Zhi blinked and whispered, "It can only be shared."

"..."

Wen Yifan didn't bother them, and planned to return to the room after taking the yogurt.

But the next moment, Sang Zhi said again, as if reacting: "Sister, are you and my brother high school classmates?"

Wen Yifan was taken aback: "Do you remember me?"

Wen Yifan and Sang Zhi have never seen each other a few times.

She was still small at the time, and she didn't look very old. And it's been many years. I thought she had forgotten herself a long time ago, but she never thought of recognizing herself.

Seeing that the kid at the time turned into a beautiful girl who was thin and tall, Wen Yifan felt magical and couldn't help saying a few more words: "You were lost at the time. Ask me to help you find your brother, and then he said he wanted to invite me. Eat ice cream. Do you remember?"

Sang Zhi thought for a while, and honestly said, "No."

Wen Yifan: "Huh?"

"I was not lost." Sang Zhi said slowly, "but my brother said I was lost."

"..."

"Then I can only get lost."

"..."