Hard to Deceive

In my impression, it should be the weekend of the first semester of high school.

Wen Yifan forgot what she was going out for that day. He only remembered that she was shopping at the time. Suddenly a child ran up in front of her and said that she wanted to buy her ice cream.

After a while.

The kid seemed to think of his own purpose again, so he added a sentence after a while.

"Sister, I can't find my brother."

Wen Yifan was taken aback: "Are you separated from your brother?"

Sang Zhi tilted his head and hummed reluctantly.

Wen Yifan: "Where did you break up?"

Hearing this, Sang Zhi turned around and pointed to the tree behind: "There."

Wen Yifan glanced over there, but did not see anyone. She put down the things in her hand and took out her mobile phone from her pocket: "It's okay, do you remember your brother's phone number?"

Sang Zhi shook his head: "I don't remember."

"..."

"But it should be right there," Sang Zhi took the initiative to hold her hand and blinked round eyes, "Sister, can you take me to find it? I am a little scared alone."

Wen Yifan bent his lips and said gently: "Yes."

The sun was so fierce that day, the wind blowing across the face was hot.

Wen Yifan opened the parasol and was dragged forward by the little Sangzhi. She is short and has small steps, but she walks very fast, jumping around and looking very emotional.

Sang Zhi pulled her straight to the location of the tree just pointed.

It wasn't until he was about to walk near the tree that Wen Yifan gradually felt something wrong.

I always feel that this child is very purposeful.

It seemed very clear that the brother she was talking about was there.

Wen Yifan was thinking whether he had encountered a group of human traffickers using children as bait.

The next moment, Sang Yan's thin and tall figure came into her eyes.

For a moment, a certain guess came to mind.

But Sang Yan, who was supposed to have a guilty conscience, looked calm.

He stood in the shade of the tree, tilted his head to look at her, brows and eyebrows with the blessed nature of a young man.

"What a coincidence?"

...

Just like this moment, Sang Yan looked like when he heard Sang Zhi's words.

Sang Yan didn't seem to mind being revealed at all, and walked towards the kitchen with things on his own. When passing by Wen Yifan, he glanced at her lightly, his lips twitched, his appearance was extremely arrogant.

It seems to be saying.

——So what.

"..."

Wen Yifan also silently entered the kitchen.

After all, seven or eight years have passed since this matter.

His temperament has always been like this, he has never concealed what he has done, and he is so blatant that he can make the other party feel that he is the one who has done something wrong.

She opened the refrigerator and took a bottle of yogurt.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of what Sang Yan had bought back. Seeing this posture, it seemed that he was going to make hot pot at home.

Wen Yifan retracted his gaze and walked out of the kitchen.

Noting that Sang Zhi was only wearing socks, Wen Yifan thought for a while and walked to the hallway. She took out a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet and said with a smile: "I still have a pair of slippers, you can wear them if you don't mind."

Sang Zhi immediately said, "Thank you sister."

"Sit down, you can take anything you want to eat." Fearing that her own existence would make her uncomfortable, Wen Yifan said again, "It's basically your brother's stuff."

Wait for Wen Yifan to return to the room.

Sang Zhi opened the TV cabinet and glanced at the snacks inside.

Sang Yan happened to come out of the kitchen.

"Brother," Sang Zhi was a little hungry, and reached out for a bag of potato chips, "Why do you share a rent with someone? And you also share a rent with a girl. Did you tell your parents? Do they know."

Sang Yan pulled the potato chips back and threw them back into the TV cabinet by the way.

"Be careful."

Sang Zhi was inexplicable: "Didn't you buy this?"

"Know it?" Sang Yan said leisurely, "Can I still buy it for you?"

"..." Sang Zhi thought he was stingy, but he was not particularly interested in this packet of potato chips, so he simply chose to swallow, "Then you hurry up, I'm going back to study the questions after I finish eating."

"It's still half an hour. Write it first, and race against time." Sang Yan lifted his chin toward the dining table, "Just sit there, or you can write in my room."

Sang Zhi picked up his schoolbag and walked towards the dining table, and asked, "So why do you share a house?"

Sang Yan: "I have to report to your little kid if I do things now?"

"Oh." Sang Zhi glanced in the direction of the master bedroom and understood, "Do you like that sister?"

"..."

"Forget it, brother, it's not that I don't want to stand by your side." Sang Zhi sighed thinking of Wen Yifan's looks, "but we have to be a little self-aware."

"..." Sang Yan smiled angrily, "Anyone knows it?"

"Yes."

"Little devil, you know a little bit." Sang Yan took out the hot pot bottoms that he stuffed into the cupboard last time, and said leisurely, "When other people look at me, they have to ponder this word, understand?"

"..."

Sang Zhi felt that he was really shameless and didn't want to waste time talking to him.

She sat down at the dining table, pulled out a few test papers from her bag, and focused on writing the questions.

After half an hour.

Sang Yan moved the bottom of the pot out on time, and said lazily, "Go to the kitchen and take out the side dishes."

Sang Zhi said.

The meat and vegetables that I just bought in the supermarket should be washed and cut, and Sang Yan has sorted them out and put them on the plate. Sang Zhi could take a few plates at a time, and after moving back and forth several times, he made a bowl of seasoning by himself.

Back at the dining table, Sang Zhi just sat down and suddenly remembered: "Brother, don't you call that sister to eat together?"

Sang Yan did not speak, and took a bottle of beer from the refrigerator.

"You really didn't plan to shout? It's a big Chinese New Year." Sang Zhi couldn't believe it, thinking he was too impersonal, "Since you two are roommates, you should get along well."

Sang Yan glanced at her: "What's the matter with you?"

Sang Zhi was very upset: "That person even gave me slippers specially and made me want to eat something by myself. Isn't it good for me? Then you have to be polite and ask her to come out for dinner."

"It's nice to you," Sang Yan smiled, "What does it have to do with me?"

Sang Zhi: "..."

Sang Yan didn't bother to pay attention to her: "I want to ask myself to call."

Sang Zhi stared at him for a while, and didn't intend to be nosy, anyway, it was not her roommate. She picked up the chopsticks again, put some vegetables in the pot and blanched it.

Not long after, Sang Yan suddenly said, "You are quite conscientious."

Sang Zhi: "?"

But he did not continue to speak.

Sang Zhi immediately heard that he was saying something ironic, ridiculing her that she would only say that others were kind to her, and would only let other people help her with courtesy, and could not do anything except open her mouth.

"..."

Afterwards, Sang Yeon took up the chopsticks leisurely, obviously not wanting to care about anything, and looked particularly awkward.

Sang Zhi stood up and walked in the direction of the master bedroom.

...

the other side.

Wen Yifan finished watching the latest episode and glanced at the time at the bottom right of the computer. When he was about to go back to bed to lie down and take a bath, the door of the room was knocked at exactly this time.

She got up and went to open the door.

Sangzhi stood outside.

The little girl was a little shorter than her, smiled with two small pears on her lips, and actively invited: "Sister, come out and eat with us. I think you didn't have dinner."

"No," Wen Yifan smiled, "You guys eat happily."

Sang Zhi was embarrassed when she treated her, and said straightforwardly: "Sister, you may not be sure."

"Ok?"

"My brother and I eat alone. It's impossible to eat happily."

"..."

Finally, Wen Yifan was pulled out by the extremely enthusiastic Sang Zhi.

At the rectangular white dining table, Wen Yifan and Sang Zhi were sitting on one side, and Sang Yan was sitting alone across from them. Seeing them come out, they just raised their eyes and said nothing.

Wen Yifan's hair grows fast and hasn't been trimmed for a while, it has grown to the chest by now. She **** all her hair with rubber bands, revealing her smooth forehead, her face is completely straight, but she is still pretty as if she wears makeup.

The fox's eyes are bright, the complexion is white as porcelain, and the lip color is not dotted and red.

Sang Zhi couldn't help but look at her more.

I don't know if Sang Zhi's invitation to eat on the same stage was approved by Sang Yan. Wen Yifan tried to reduce his sense of existence and ate a few **** gently.

But Sang Zhi kept greeting her, asking her if she could eat this, and then asking her if she could eat that.

After a few minutes, Sang Zhi remembered something: "Sister, what's your name?"

"Wen Yifan," Wen Yifan added, "The former Yi is ordinary."

"Oh, then I call you'Sister Yifan'?" Sang Zhi is extraordinarily controlled and has a very good impression of Wen Yifan, so he is also very enthusiastic towards her, "My name is Sang Zhi, childish Zhi. You Just call me, this is my nickname."

"Okay," Wen Yifan smiled, "Your nickname is pretty cute."

Hearing this, Sang Yan chuckled suddenly.

Sang Zhi looked over immediately, and said dissatisfied: "What's wrong with people boasting that my nickname is cute?"

The corners of Sang Yan's eyes raised slightly, but the corners of his lips were still pulled, and she ignored her.

"..."

Wen Yifan pursed his lips, feeling inexplicably that his laugh was mocking her.

Because the first time Sang Yan knew her nickname, he smiled as bad as he is now. Later, he said something like this-"How come your nickname is like a maid?"

Wen Yifan felt that he was a little naive, so he took Sang Zhi's words as he hadn't heard him.

"It's cute."

Sang Zhi blinked. Under this kind of differential treatment, he decided to treat Sang Yan as air completely.

The two chatted casually for a while.

"By the way, only. Why are you here today," Wen Yifan felt strange and asked casually, "Isn't this the third day of the New Year? Why don't you stay at home."

"My parents are leaving for relatives, I don't want to go. And I'm about to take the college entrance examination." Sang Zhi said, "I want to spend more time studying, I am afraid that the entrance exam will not be good." "

"Have you finished your third year in high school?" Wen Yifan said, "Is there a university you want to take?"

Sang Zhi fell silent.

Originally it was just small talk, and Wen Yifan didn't ask.

But not long after, Sang Zhi sandwiched a piece of meat and said vaguely while biting: "I didn't think about it. I was entangled with Nanwu University or Yihe University."

Wen Yifan was stunned: "Can you pass the exam?"

Sang Zhi: "No surprises."

Wen Yifan's grades were not very stable at the beginning. Before the college entrance examination, he was very uncertain about whether he could enter the two schools. At this moment, there is a feeling of encountering a schoolmaster: "Then your grades are very good."

Sang Zhi: "I'm just afraid of not performing well."

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

"Great."

Both of these schools are quite good. It depends on which one you like better, or which school ranks higher in the major you want to choose, just look at the choice. "Wen Yifan said," And Yihe is a bit far from Nanwu, and the climate is different from here. I stayed for a while before I got used to it. You should also consider these points. "

Sang Zhi's little chicken nodded like a peck of rice, and reacted: "Sister Yifan, are you graduated from Yihe University?"

Wen Yifan: "That's right."

Sang Zhi: "What major are you studying?"

Wen Yifan: "Major in Internet and New Media."

"Ah," Sang Zhi was stunned and hesitated, "I have a classmate who also wants to apply for this major, so I heard her say a little bit. Nantah's network media major seems to be more famous than Yi."

Wen Yifan paused.

Sang Zhi asked: "Sister Yifan, how did you choose Yihe University?"

Before Wen Yifan could speak, Sang Yan put the beer in his hand on the table suddenly.

There was a "knock".

Following this movement, the two looked over at the same time.

"Look at what I'm doing," Sang Yan leaned back and wrote lightly, "Go on."

"..."

Sang Yan's eyes were dark, and his smile appeared shallow: "I want to hear why."