Hard to Deceive

Wen Yifan immediately took a step back and put the phone back in his pocket. She didn't answer this question, lowered her eyes, and saw Sang Yankong's empty hand: "Aren't you going to buy something?"

Sang Yan stood up straight, faintly uttered, "Let's go."

"..." Wen Yifan asked, "have you not bought it yet?"

"Huh?" Sang Yan turned his head, his tone was not unreasonable, "Aren't you going to buy it."

Wen Yifan reminded: "Didn't you say that you can't move it?"

Sang Yan: "Yes."

"..."

Wen Yifan was a little speechless by his appearance that he took it for granted.

Row.

She assumed that she had misunderstood.

He probably meant that he could not move it for a while, not that it would not move now.

The two entered the supermarket.

There was a period of silence.

From some day on, Wen Yifan noticed that the atmosphere between the two became a little weird. It's similar to the previous ones who don't care about each other and treat each other as strangers, but they feel a little different.

But she couldn't tell.

Wen Yifan got on the escalator first. Thinking of Su Tian's words, she mentioned: "How is your house decorated?"

Sang Yan stood a step lower than her, and looked only slightly higher than her at the moment. He leaned on the armrest, holding the phone in one hand, and answered casually: "What?"

Wen Yifan: "I have calculated the time today. At the beginning we said that the good period was three months."

Upon hearing this, Sang Yan raised his eyes.

"You started moving in on January 20th, and it has been two months." Wen Yifan said, "So I want to talk to you about this first."

"Communicate what?"

Wen Yifan said gently: "When will you move?"

Sang Yan didn't bother to care: "I'll talk about it then."

"I didn't mean to urge you to move. The main reason is that I might have to find a new roommate in advance." Wen Yifan discussed with him, "I just want to confirm that if you don't plan to renew the lease, just follow what we said before. If I move out before March 20th, I can start meeting my next roommate."

The escalator happened to reach the second floor.

The conversation between the two was interrupted.

When Wen Yifan was about to mention it again, he heard Sang Yan say: "Okay."

She turned her head.

Sang Yan pulled his lips and said idlely: "I will ask you about the situation and I will give you an answer."

...

This is a small business district that was built when Shangdu Huacheng opened for trading.

There is a circle of shops outside the community, and beyond, there is a large shopping mall. There are a total of three floors inside. The first floor is where various big brands check in, and the upper two floors are supermarkets.

The second floor is the food area, and the third floor is the daily necessities area.

Sang Yan pushed a shopping cart, and the two went directly to the third floor.

Wen Yifan hasn't been to the supermarket for a long time.

While waiting to be a coolie, watching Sang Yan throwing things into the shopping cart, she also remembered that the household consumables at home seemed to be almost used.

Sang Yan bought things very casually, took anything short and left, and threw it into the car when he saw a familiar brand. It won't take any more time to compare prices and brands.

But Wen Yifan's shopping style is completely different from his.

Except for work, she does everything warmly.

In addition, Wen Yifan has lived frugally since college, and his economic conditions are not good. So just by comparing the prices, she can count for a few minutes on the spot.

As a result, the two gradually distanced themselves.

When passing by the tissue area, Sang Yan glanced at him, reached out and took a roll of paper and pulled the paper, threw it in the car, and then continued to walk forward. After walking for ten steps, he suddenly felt something was wrong, stopped and looked back.

Seeing Wen Yifan was still in the original position. She looked at the price tag carefully, and at the number of rolls on the package, she seemed to be comparing the two which is cheaper and more beautiful.

Sang Yan walked back: "What are you doing."

"Calculate the price," Wen Yifan said absently, without raising his head. "They are all four-layered. This is 20 yuan and 10 rolls, one roll is 140 grams, this 23 yuan and 12 rolls, one roll is 120 grams... Which is more cost-effective."

"..."

Wen Yifan had a headache when he saw the numbers: "It's a bit difficult to calculate."

Sang Yan understood, and looked at her appearance, with a bit of playfulness in his eyes.

"So this is 2 yuan per roll," she calculated to herself, and soon stopped, "how much is 23 divided by 12..."

Wen Yifan was about to dig out the mobile phone calculator, and Sang Yan gave the answer.

"1 yuan and 9 yuan."

"Oh." Wen Yifan stopped his hand on the 12 rolls of paper and hesitated, "Then take this?"

Sang Yan didn't urge him and looked down at her. Hearing this, he seemed to be amused, and he bent his lower lip imperceptibly: "Take it, isn't it a good deal?"

Wen Yifan raised his head: "But this is only 120 grams."

Sang Yan: "The one who took ten rolls."

Wen Yifan didn't calculate the answer, and he was not sure: "I will calculate again."

Sang Yan stared at her and laughed suddenly: "Wen Yifan, did you come to the supermarket to take the college entrance examination?"

"..." Wen Yifan choked.

"At this point, you can count as half a year here," Sang Yan turned out his phone and glanced at the time, and said, "It's almost nine o'clock, I'm afraid you will hand in a blank paper. This time, I will take the test for you?"

Wen Yifan hasn't spoken yet.

Sang Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, and gently buckled his knuckles on the rolled paper next to him, giving the answer intimately.

"A good deal in ten volumes."

"..."

In the next time.

When Wen Yifan compared commodity prices, the situation was still the same as before. Later, she didn't struggle at all, and directly handed it all over to Sang Yan to "take the exam."

After the two bought things, they went to the cashier to check out.

The staff put things into bags for them. There are two bags, one big bag and one small bag. The remaining two items are too big to fit in the bag.

It is the rolled paper and the drawn paper just bought.

Sang Yan mentioned them all, and instructed her by the way: "Push the car back."

"Good." Wen Yifan returned the shopping cart, picked up the two umbrellas inside, and walked back to Sang Yan. Seeing his big and small bags, she took the initiative to say: "I will get these."

"You can hold an umbrella." Sang Yan added slowly without giving her anything, "For me."

"..."

"Don't let me get caught."

"..."

The two left the mall.

The rain outside was heavier than before, and the temperature seemed to drop a few degrees as the night deepened. There are few people around, and the car lights in the distance dye the raindrops, like strips of colored light.

Both of them used single umbrellas, but Sang Yan’s umbrella was slightly larger in comparison.

Wen Yifan opened the umbrella, raised his hand up, and blocked most of Sang Yan. The two were close, but there was not much space for the umbrella. The raindrops still fell along the tip of the umbrella, and the ice water hit her shoulders and leaked along the clothes.

It didn't take long.

Sang Yan suddenly said: "Hello."

Wen Yifan looked at him: "Huh?"

"Move the umbrella to your side." Sang Yan said arrogantly, "It blocked my sight."

"Oh."

Wen Yifan didn't move, only raised his hand higher.

Sang Yan: "Hurry up."

"Okay." She had to move to her side.

"Move again," Sang Yan sighed, "Don't you know how tall you are?"

"..." Wen Yifan felt that no matter how much he moved, he would no longer hold an umbrella. Looking at his slightly wet right shoulder, she suggested, "Why don't you come and hold an umbrella?"

Sang Yan glanced at her: "What do you think."

"?"

"Don't want to do anything?"

"..."

The journey home is not far anyway.

Wen Yifan didn't entangle this matter anymore.

Back home, Wen Yifan opened the umbrella and put it on the balcony to dry. When she returned to the living room, she used her peripheral vision to see what Sang Yan looked like at the moment. Most of his shoulders were wet, the ends of his hair were also stained with water, and there were still drops of water on his coat.

Sang Yan took off his coat and put it on the dining chair.

Wen Yifan said: "You go take a bath first."

She didn't go back to the room immediately either, slowly packing up the things she had just bought. Wen Yifan didn't get much rain. Seeing the sharp contrast between the two, he was a little worried that Sang Yan would make a sarcasm——

"It won't be possible for you to hold an umbrella."

But after waiting for a long time, Sang Yan didn't say anything.

He just hummed, took the clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Putting things away, Wen Yifan turned out the receipt and mobile phone, and was about to start the settlement. Just turn on the screen and you will see the webpage that has not been logged out.

It was the interface that she hadn't had time to look at after searching for "Mu Chengyun".

There is a photo below the entry.

The young man pursed his lips and smiled, wearing a simple white t-shirt, looking energetic and cheerful.

The content of the introduction is also very small.

Mu Chengyun, male, actor.

In January 2013, he starred in the movie "Dream of Ghosts".

"..."

Wen Yifan was still stunned when he saw the title of the movie. Looking back quickly, she seemed to have seen this movie. But she didn't take it seriously, and she couldn't remember any plot or characters at this moment.

I just remember the one inside, the pale grimace that appeared several times from time to time.

The encyclopedia also didn't specify which role Mu Chengyun played.

Wen Yifan didn't bother to read it again, thinking that Zhong Siqiao seemed to have seen this movie, so he simply went to ask her later if she knew the star. If she likes this person, give her this signature.

She retracted her thoughts and turned on the calculator.

Sang Yan had already taken a shower before he even started to settle the accounts.

Sang Yan didn't have the habit of blowing her hair with a hair dryer. Every time she rubbed it with a towel, her hair was fluffy and wet. Wearing dark casual clothes, the appearance looks softer than usual.

I don't know what shower gel he used. The smell is very special, mixed with a light sandalwood fragrance.

Sang Yan didn't speak, and sat on the sofa to turn on the TV.

Wen Yifan faced the small ticket and started counting.

After a while, Wen Yifan heard Sang Yan send someone a voice, his tone was idle: "Recommend a ghost film, hypnotic."

"..."

Wen Yifan is very interested in this kind of thriller and supernatural film. She moved her lips. She wanted to recommend some movies to her heart, but she was worried that the other party would directly say: "I have seen it."

In response, Wen Yifan simply remained silent, intending to wait and see.

Wen Yifan calculated it twice, and only after confirming that the number was correct, did he use Alipay to transfer money to Sang Yan. At the same time, the TV also rang out. She immediately became interested and looked at the screen.

I use Internet TV at home. In addition to TV channels, I can also order some movies and shows.

Sang Yan should have selected the movie and played it directly from the beginning.

At this time, on the TV screen.

The woman seemed to have just woke up from a dream, panting heavily with horror on her face. The surrounding light is very dim, and the background music is also strange, faintly, and there is a bang again and again.

Like the footsteps when a ghost arrives.

Wen Yifan felt a little familiar.

Keep watching.

The woman seemed to be controlled, and it seemed to be aware of something, her whole body froze. Then, she turned her head abruptly to look to the left, and met a face that was **** and white.

The music intensified at this moment, accompanied by women's uncontrollable screams.

"what--!!!"

Suddenly there was movement on Sang Yan's end.

His phone fell to the ground.

Wen Yifan looked over subconsciously and saw Sang Yan bending over with her back to her and picking up the phone.

She couldn't see his expression and looked away.

next moment.

The screen showed the five words "See ghosts when waking up from a dream", stained with dripping blood, winding down and down.

Oh.

Wen Yifan remembered.

Although in my impression, this ghost film is particularly boring, but Wen Yifan's interest is still not diminished. Because I didn't watch it seriously last time, it doesn't affect her watching it as a brand new time-killing movie.

The living room is quiet.

Wen Yifan doesn't speak much when watching movies, and his attention is always very concentrated. But for some reason, it may be that the film has a superficial impression, or it may be too bad.

Wen Yifan couldn't help laughing when there was a stress, accompanied by a grimace.

"..."

This scene is a bit scary.

At night, in a closed space, the two watched the ghost film silently. When it came to the most solemn and tense picture, the person next door suddenly laughed.

Sang Yan's eyebrows jumped: "What are you laughing at?"

Wen Yifan took it seriously and almost ignored his existence. Hearing his voice was still a little dazed. After a long time, she said: "It's funny."

"..." Sang Yan stared at her for a while, "This is a ghost movie."

"But it was really funny just now," Wen Yifan looked at the screen again and pointed out to him, "The ghost's face should be painted with flour, and it was too thick, and it fell down when it came out—"

"..."

And, in the last ten minutes.

Wen Yifan also gradually discovered that the ghost in the movie was the Mu Chengyun he saw today.

No wonder she felt familiar.

Throughout the movie, she only remembers this face.

Wen Yifan was about to continue watching, but when he noticed Sang Yan's expression, he suddenly realized that it seemed to affect his mood when watching the movie.

She self-examined, and laughed in a serious and terrifying occasion like watching a ghost movie, it seemed that it was not appropriate. Worried that she would not be able to hold back a smile, she did not continue to stay, and planned to go back to the room and use the computer to see it.

Wen Yifan just got up.

Sang Yan asked, "What are you doing?"

Wen Yifan said honestly: "Go back to the room."

"It's not just a ghost movie," Sang Yan paused for a few seconds, then leaned back, "I'm afraid this will happen—"

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

Suddenly, Mu Chengyun's tearful eyes appeared in front of the screen at close range.

Accompanied by the familiar and shocking music.

Sang Yan's expression froze, and the rest of the words were stuck in his throat, and he didn't continue speaking.

Wen Yifan followed his gaze to the screen, staring at it for a while, inexplicably wanting to laugh. She pursed her lips, and said: "You can keep watching, I'm back to the room."

She has just walked two steps.

Sang Yan shouted again: "Hello."

I always think he is a little strange.

Wen Yifan looked at him, remembered his previous reaction, and reacted: "Are you afraid?"

"..."

Seeing him not speaking, Wen Yifan didn't ask any more, and walked inside.

Sang Yan said again: "Okay, Wen Yifan."

She looked back a third time.

Seeing Sang Yan patted the position next to him, he lazily tilted his head: "Sit down."

"?"

"I know you are afraid too."

"..."