Hard to Deceive

The rest of the words seemed to be stuck, and the room fell silent for a moment.

Sang Yan's eyelashes moved. From his perspective, only Wen Yifan's slightly messy hair and drooping eyelashes can be seen. His Adam's apple slid up and down, and said dumbly, "What are you doing?"

Wen Yifan did not answer.

Sang Yan's hair was still wet.

The water droplets on the ends of the hair slipped from the side of her face, dripped down her chin, and smashed a few into her hair. He stared at it, then slowly raised his hand, rubbing it lightly with his fingertips.

As if not aware of it, she did not respond.

Wen Yifan was not born short, his height was about the level of his chin, but his skeleton was thin and his body was barely fleshy. At this time, his face was leaning against his chest, and his hands were holding his waist. The strength was neither light nor heavy.

The sense of existence is as strong as a drop of hot lava falling on the body.

Lasted more than ten seconds.

"Can you give me a precise word?" Sang Yan said again, not serious, "How long are you going to hold?"

As soon as the voice fell, Wen Yifan immediately let go.

She took a slow step back, not looking at Sang Yan, and muttered a few words in her mouth. The words are like rolling across the tongue, which sounds vague.

Sang Yan did not hear clearly: "What are you talking about."

But Wen Yifan did not speak any more.

As if she had done nothing, she turned around and walked slowly towards the master bedroom. Seeing calm and composure, as if she suddenly ran out to hug him in the middle of the night, it was an extremely normal and natural thing.

Unexpectedly, she could give such a reaction, Sang Yan's eyebrows jumped, and there was a ridiculous meaning in his words.

"Wen Yifan?"

At the same time, Wen Yifan just walked to the door of the second bedroom. Her footsteps stopped, she seemed to hear his voice, but her eyes were placed in the direction of Sang Yan's room, and she froze for a few seconds.

She retracted her gaze and continued to move forward.

"..."

With a sound of closing the door, the two were isolated.

Sang Yan still stood in place: "?"

The scene seemed to stand still.

After a few seconds, the towel slipped off his shoulders and fell to the floor with a clatter.

Sang Yan retracted his thoughts, bent over and picked it up.

The white light in the living room is bright, dazzling and dazzling. The surroundings were silent, so quiet that you could hear the air flowing slowly, and Wen Yifan's short-lived breath seemed to dissipate.

It's like a dream.

Woke up the next day.

Wen Yifan's bad mood and discomfort completely disappeared, and he felt like he had been charged for a night, and he was restored to the original after waking up. She sat up and sat on the bed for a while to wake up, thinking wildly that sleeping was the ultimate weapon.

Just sleep, all bad moods can be digested.

Wen Yifan picked up the phone and got up and went into the toilet. She used to read the news for a while, then opened WeChat and took a look. Going down, noticed that Sang Yan sent her a WeChat message at around nine o'clock last night.

Sang Yan: [What's the matter with you? 】

Wen Yifan blinked, not sure if he was asleep at that moment. After coming out of the toilet, she just lay down in bed and started brewing sleepiness, and never looked at her phone again.

She put the toothbrush in her mouth and freed her hand to reply: [What? 】

next moment.

Sang Yan returned a question mark: [? 】

"..."

Where did he come from the problem of throwing a question mark on his face at every turn.

Wen Yifan thought while brushing his teeth.

At this time when Sang Yan sent a WeChat message last night, she was not in the living room and did not make any movement to affect him. In addition, when she went home, her attitude to talk to him was quite normal.

After thinking about it, Wen Yifan replied: [Have you sent the wrong person? 】

Sang Yan: [? 】

After a few seconds, he made another thumbs-up expression.

"..."

Wen Yifan looked inexplicable, completely unable to understand his thoughts. But you can also understand through his two question marks that this thumb will not be embarrassing. She vomited the foam in her mouth, not knowing how to return it.

I always feel that this person's emotions are ups and downs.

Every day is a little strange.

Wen Yifan didn't think too much, and simply understood the thumb as its original meaning, and only sent her encouragement as soon as it was Sang Yan.

You have to come and see me thinking about this.

She considered it, and replied with a thumb.

...

It was only eight o'clock at this time.

Wen Yifan took his coat, put it in his arms, stepped on slippers and walked out of the room. Although Sang Yan was awake, because it was still early, her movements were subconsciously lightened.

I thought Sang Yan hadn't left the room yet.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Wen Yifan entered the kitchen, he saw him leaning against the counter to drink ice water.

Sang Yan seems to prefer dark clothes, even the casual clothes worn at home. Pure black T-shirt, trousers of the same color. He looked careless and looked a little sleepy, as if he hadn't slept well.

At this moment, he lowered his eyes, playing with the phone in one hand.

Noting her presence, he just raised his eyelids leisurely.

Wen Yifan took a box of yogurt and a packet of toast from the refrigerator. She closed the refrigerator door, hesitated, and mentioned the WeChat he just sent: "Did you have anything to do with me on WeChat last night?"

Sang Yan raised his eyelashes, stared straight at her, and smiled suddenly.

"Want to think it never happened?"

"..."

If Wen Yifan is not sure that she did not drink yesterday, she will think she did something by drinking the fragment.

Wen Yifan thought of the time before nine o'clock again.

As soon as she got home last night, she told him that she wanted to go to bed early today and asked him to turn off the TV before nine o'clock. But before the two rented together, she asked not to make much movement after ten o'clock.

An hour earlier.

Wen Yifan didn't think this was a big deal.

But Sang Yan has always made a fuss.

It may be that the more he thinks about it, the more he feels that this incident an hour in advance makes him feel very unhappy.

"Last night was a special situation," Wen Yifan explained, "I'm sorry that it affected you, and there will be no such situation in the future. Thank you for your willingness to accommodate me."

"..." Sang Yan retracted his eyes lukewarm, "OK."

Wen Yifan breathed a sigh of relief.

"This is not a trivial matter to me." Sang Yan tilted his head and said every word, "I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation after doing this kind of thing in the future."

"..."

This time Wen Yifan really thought he was stingy and inexplicable.

This is also a big deal.

Just let you turn down the TV.

Wen Yifan endured it, but still didn't complain: "Okay, I will."

When Wen Yifan went to the TV station, the office was still empty. She went to the pantry to make a cup of coffee first, and when she returned, she saw that Su Tian had also arrived. At this moment, she was very sleepy, lying on the table to make up for sleep.

Saying hello to her, Wen Yifan asked: "Why are you so early today?"

"I didn't go home yet. I stayed up all night and just came back from the computer room," Su Tian said in a daze, "I will sleep for a while."

"Okay." Wen Yifan said, "then you sleep a little longer and I will call you if you have something to do. But is it uncomfortable to sleep on your stomach? Do you want to go to the sofa to sleep? I have a blanket here."

"No," Su Tian said, "I'll sleep for half an hour, and then I have to get up and write."

Wen Yifan didn't say more, but still gave Su Tian the blanket. She opened the document, flipped through the information, and wrote an outline for the interview.

I don't know how long it took, Su Tian next door suddenly sat up straight, looking dumbfounded. She turned to look at Wen Yifan, breathing a little shortly: "Yifan."

Hearing the sound, Wen Yifan turned his head: "What's wrong?"

"I just had a nightmare, it was strange." Su Tian was still sweating on his forehead, and it seemed that he was not sleeping well. "When I dreamt I was lying here to sleep, and then I could hear you typing on the keyboard. , There is a child crying around, and there seems to be something on my back pressing on me."

Wen Yifan was stunned: "How can this sound so scary."

"Yeah, I was suffocated just now." Su Tian sighed, "I feel like I am conscious, but it's like being wrapped in a plastic wrap, so I can't move."

"That should be a ghost press. You just slept on your stomach, and the blood may not circulate." Wen Yifan comforted, "Go to the sofa to sleep, it should not be possible."

"Forget it, I still have lingering fears." Su Tian said, "This is the first time I have such a strange dream."

Hearing what she said, Wen Yifan also remembered something: "I also had a strange dream last night."

Su Tian picked up the water glass: "What?"

"But it's not a nightmare," Wen Yifan said earnestly. "I dreamt that I went into a deep mountain and old forest alone. I walked there alone for a long time, but I couldn't find the exit. Then it was dark. I couldn't see it, and I started to feel very cold."

"and then?"

"I suddenly remembered that I seemed to see the sun on the way I came." Wen Yifan said, "Then I wanted to go back to find the sun to keep warm, and after a long walk, I found it."

Su Tian pointed out her logical problem: "It's not all dark, where is the sun."

Wen Yifan smiled: "So it's a dream."

"This is the end? Didn't you come out of the old forest deep in the mountains?"

"I came out, I came out when I saw the sun." Wen Yifan reluctantly recalled it, but the memory of the dream was faint, and she couldn't remember it clearly. She felt that the scene seemed a bit outrageous, "Moreover, I saw the sun. At the time, it seemed to be—"

"what?"

"Can't help but hug it."

...

Wen Yifan came early today, and there hasn't been much business in the station recently, so he left work on time.

She went back to the community and happened to ran into Sang Yan in the elevator. He seemed to have just returned, he should have taken the elevator directly from the underground parking lot, and was on the phone.

Wen Yifan nodded at him as a greeting.

Sang Yan only glanced at her.

After a while.

Sang Yan said lazily: "Don't doubt it, it's just not interesting to you."

"..."

It happened to be on the sixteenth floor.

Wen Yifan took out the key from his pocket and walked out of the elevator.

Sang Yan followed her: "You told me what she did to you."

Wen Yifan opened the door and was about to put on slippers.

Sang Yan at the back came out again: "Hug you?"

"..."

This was accompanied by the sound of closing the door.

At the same time, Sang Yan patted her head: "Hello."

Wen Yifan looked back.

"It's all girls, you'll answer." Sang Yan raised his chin and pointed out, "This person gave my friend a hug, and when nothing happened the next day, what does that mean?"

Wen Yifan didn't react: "Huh?"

Sang Yan: "Can you call the police for this behavior?"

"..." Wen Yifan was startled, and said hesitantly, "A hug... doesn't seem like..."

Noting Sang Yan's expression, she added softly: "It mainly depends on how your friend's relationship with this girl is. Maybe she is in a bad mood and needs some comfort."

Sang Yan didn't speak.

His posture made Wen Yifan inexplicably the villain who did this kind of behavior, and it was a bit difficult to speak: "This hug may have no other meaning, it's just between friends..."

Being stared at by Sang Yan, Wen Yifan couldn't say anymore: "But I don't know exactly what is going on between your friend and this girl, and what I said has no reference value."

Hearing that, Sang Yan withdrew his eyes blankly, and said to the person on the phone: "Ask you, how is your relationship with that person."

"You are sick! Why call the police!" Qian Fei on the other end was ignored by him for a long time, and the volume was a little louder now, "What about the relationship! Lao Tzu Goddess! I have a crush on for a year!"

"..."

Qian Fei: "And what are you talking about! Am I not clear to you! My goddess gave me chocolate on Valentine's Day! Don't you hug it?!"

"Oh, he said it was." Sang Yan put down his phone and scanned Wen Yifan up and down, as if he had come to a conclusion from her, "people who adore him madly."

"..."