Hard to Deceive

Wen Yifan retorted: "I'm not afraid--"

When she ran into Sang Yan's sight, she reacted to the "also" in his words again, and her voice stopped for a few seconds. She subconsciously wanted to save him some face, and forcibly added: "——?"

"..."

Wen Yifan really never thought that Sang Yan would be afraid of this.

After all, Sang Yan always looked fearless, and she also remembered that this was not the first time Sang Yan watched a horror movie in front of her.

In my impression, there was a physical education class in the first year of high school. Because the class was not available on rainy days, the physical education teacher asked the physical education committee to tell everyone to stay in the class for self-study or find a movie to watch.

At that time, the computer in the class couldn't connect to the Internet, and there was only a horror movie on the USB flash drive of one classmate, so there was no choice. But because most people didn't want to study by themselves, they decided to release this horror movie after a few refused.

At that time, Wen Yifan was sitting behind the third group in the classroom.

Sang Yan sat at the end of the fourth group, one row behind her, diagonally behind her.

Because Wen Yifan had watched this movie, she didn't watch it too seriously, writing the title while scanning the projection screen from time to time. One time when I raised my eyes, I happened to meet the grimace in the movie.

At the same time, Wen Yifan heard an exclamation sound from next door.

She looked down.

It's Sang Yan's guy at the table.

At this moment, the boy seemed to be scared to lean back by the picture, because the movement was too big and the chair tilted afterwards, as if he was about to fall down the next moment. In a hurry, he grabbed Sang Yan by the back of his chair, trying to stabilize himself.

But when he was fat, he dragged Sang Yan and fell down.

The two made a great noise.

The whole class watched this.

Sang Yan looked distressed, as if he was awakened by this movement. He was in a bad mood, frowned, and stood up from the ground: "What are you doing."

The boy was still in panic: "Damn, it scares me to death."

"..."

Hearing this, Sang Yan looked at the screen and happened to see the scene where the ghost crawled out of the TV. His gaze was frozen, his expression didn't change at all: "Can the **** make you scary?"

...

So at that time, Sang Yan slept out of fear?

It seems to make sense.

Because of Sang Yan's act of patting on the sofa, Wen Yifan naturally sat next to him.

Apart from the sound of the movie, there was no other movement in the room. The shower gel on Sang Yan's body was weak. During the watching of the movie, he was silent for most of the time, but his presence was particularly strong.

Wen Yifan poured a cup of warm water and continued to watch the movie.

But this time his thoughts couldn't be too concentrated.

After a while, Wen Yifan realized that he was not sitting in the usual position.

The distance between the two is also closer than usual.

This distance reminded Wen Yifan inexplicably, outside the supermarket tonight, Sang Yan suddenly appeared next to her.

Shattered.

Everything around seems to be disconnected.

The heavy damp smell permeating the cold rainy day was covered by the breath of the man in an instant. She looked up, in the mist, facing Sang Yan's eyebrows, which were so clear that she could count the number of eyelashes——

His thoughts were interrupted by Sang Yan's move of holding a water glass sideways.

The distance gets closer in an instant.

For some reason, Wen Yifan was a little nervous. She stood up suddenly.

Sang Yan raised his eyes.

Before he could ask, Wen Yifan calmly said: "I'll get a bottle of yogurt, do you want to drink it?"

"Oh," Sang Yan retracted his gaze, "Don't drink."

Taking a bottle of strawberry yogurt from the refrigerator, Wen Yifan returned to the living room.

Sang Yan was drinking water, his eyes were not on the TV, his emotions were low. Wen Yifan stopped for half a beat and turned around, seeming to sit back to where he usually sits habitually.

He didn't sit next to him again.

After the movie ended, Wen Yifan casually said a few thoughts, and did not deliberately say that he should not be afraid of such things that damage his self-esteem. She took her own things and went back to the room.

Looking for pajamas in the closet, I started wandering unconsciously and remembered the movie I watched tonight.

And Mu Chengyun who just saw it on the entry.

Wen Yifan's movements were a bit stagnant, only then did he notice this.

It's a coincidence.

Could it be that Sang Yan saw the content on the entry tonight, so he looked for this movie to watch?

In the next instant, Wen Yifan also recalled the voice Sang Yan made when he finished taking a bath.

——"Recommend a ghost film, hypnotic."

Wen Yifan was stunned and stopped thinking about it.

...

Early the next morning.

Wen Yifan changed his clothes and went out to the living room, planning to get breakfast. She took out the powdered milk under the coffee table and caught a glimpse of the empty sofa next door, always feeling uncomfortable.

Based on the shared life of the two of them during this period, Wen Yifan roughly observed that Sang Yan's work and rest were unstable. He goes to bed early and late, sometimes in the afternoon.

But no matter how late he goes to bed, he will get up early in the morning.

Every day when Wen Yifan goes out of the room, he can be seen lying on the sofa, playing with his mobile phone with drooping eyelids.

Sleepy and bored.

Last time, it was possible that I didn't live with Wang Linlin for too long, and Wen Yifan didn't feel much.

But at this moment, Wen Yifan thought that Sang Yan would move away in one more month, and then thought that she would start to get along with her new roommate again. Afterwards, she felt a little abnormal.

It's not unhappy, but I don't know how to describe it.

Wen Yifan blinked.

But it should be normal.

After all, it has been around for two months.

For the first time, when parting with the next roommate, you should have experience and adapt quickly.

Walking to the kitchen, Wen Yifan baked a few slices of toast in the oven. Back at the dining table, Sang Yan happened to come out of the toilet. It seemed that he had just finished washing, with water on his face.

When passing the table, Sang Yan swept her breakfast.

Wen Yifan stopped, and said politely: "Do you want to eat?"

"Ah." Sang Yan stopped and unceremoniously pulled out the chair to sit down, "Thank you."

"..."

Glancing at the milk in front of her, Sang Yan tapped on the table as if ordering a meal in a restaurant: "I want a glass of milk too, thank you."

Wen Yifan: "..."

It wasn't a big deal anyway, Wen Yifan put up with it, went back to the coffee table, and made him a glass of milk with the remaining boiling water. She was about to pick up the cup, and at the same time Sang Yan got up and walked to the coffee table and took a bag of fruit cereal.

As he unwrapped the package, he picked up the milk and returned to the dining table.

Wen Yifan was stunned and followed him.

The positions of the two are side by side.

The cup is also placed close.

Wen Yifan sat down and noticed that Sang Yan was standing next to him, and poured some oatmeal into her cup with the spoon that came with the package. She looked up and reminded: "You are wrong."

Sang Yan snorted, seemingly just reacting, and then began to pour cereal into his cup.

It felt like he had just woke up, his mind was not sober, Wen Yifan didn't care too much. She stirred the milk with a spoon, took the oatmeal into her mouth, thought about it, and then said: "Did you ask about the decoration?"

"I didn't answer the phone." Sang Yan said casually, "I'll just go and have a look in two days."

Wen Yifan just mentioned it casually and was not too anxious.

"Row."

Tuesday morning.

Wen Yifan went out to work. While waiting for the subway, she glanced at her phone casually, and happened to see Zhao Yuandong sending her a message again.

Since the day when Zhao Yuandong came back, she has been persevering to talk to Wen Yifan. Maybe she didn't dare, Zhao Yuandong never called her, just used words to explain for herself.

Wen Yifan never responded, but he always felt that it affected his mood when he watched too much, so he simply set it to "Message Do Not Disturb".

Just as the subway arrived, Wen Yifan put away his cell phone. Just as he sat on it, the cell phone rang again and the caller ID was Nanwu. She picked it up directly, and said hello politely: "Hello, may I ask you?"

"Frost, it's auntie." Che Yanqin's voice immediately came from the other end, with a flattering smile, "You kid too, if it weren't for seeing you that day, Auntie wouldn't know you blamed me so much. Let’s talk about it. After all, Auntie has raised you for so many years, and it’s all your misunderstanding—"

"..."

Wen Yifan didn't finish listening, so he hung up and pulled the phone number into the blacklist.

In the past few years since Wen Yifan went to Yihe to study at university, and then returned to Nanwu to work, she changed her number several times. Because of this, Che Yanqin had no way to contact her for a long time.

So this mobile phone number can only be given to Che Yanqin by Zhao Yuandong.

Wen Yifan didn't know how long Che Yanqin had to stay in Nanwu before returning to Beiyu, and felt a little irritable. She pursed her lips, and quickly adjusted her mood, without taking the matter too seriously.

After all, Nanwu is big, so chance encounters are unlikely.

In addition, after Wen Yifan returned to Nanwu, he never told Zhao Yuandong about her current situation, nor did she mention her address and work unit. It is unlikely to be found by them again.

Wen Yifan only regarded this as an insignificant episode.

Back at the work unit, as soon as Wen Yifan sat down, Fu Zhuang came over to her next to her and talked to her: "Sister Yifan, Teacher Zhang has resigned."

"Ms. Zhang?" Wen Yifan said casually, "How come so many people have resigned recently."

He happened to pass by an old reporter holding a thermos. When he heard Wen Yifan's words, he stopped and corrected Wen Yifan's words: "It is because many people have resigned all the time."

Then it floated away very much.

"..."

"Yeah, how many people have both of us left. Didn't Sister Lin also resign a year ago? Then Brother Chen also quit some time ago. Recently, the team is too short of staff." Fu Zhuang continued, "I just Secretly listening to the director said, it seems that we are hiring again."

Wen Yifan: "That's good."

"It seems that there are both social recruitment and school recruitment." Fu Zhuang said with a smile, "I have a classmate who heard that I was doing an internship at Nanwu Radio and Television. He came to ask me the other day and asked if I could still recruit people in the station. "

Wen Yifan: "Then you can give him an answer."

Fu Zhuang: "I already told him that he should come for an interview then."

The two said a few more words and didn't talk any more, each turned on the computer and started to work.

After a busy day, Wen Yifan returned home at ten o'clock in the evening.

It was dark inside and too quiet. Wen Yifan reached out to turn on the light, just when the phone rang, she turned it on. It’s Sang Yan’s WeChat, with only three words: [I’ll be back later. 】

Wen Yifan replied: [Okay. 】

...

Sang Yan didn't get home until two o'clock in the morning because of something in the bar. He moved lightly and closed the door. Looking from the hallway, only the aisle lights are on, but the living room lights are off.

Sang Yan didn't turn on the light, took a bottle of ice water in the kitchen, and went back to the living room.

He just unscrewed the screw cap.

I heard the door opening from the master bedroom.

Sang Yan's eyebrows moved, and it didn't take long to see Wen Yifan in pajamas appearing in his vision. Without a word, she walked to the sofa with no expression and sat down quietly.

"..." Sang Yan thought the scene was a bit weird, and looked at her, "What are you doing."

Wen Yifan did not speak.

Sang Yan asked again: "Can't sleep?"

There was a vague hum in her throat.

"Then go and turn on a light." Sang Yan was lying on the sofa, always feeling that she looked wrong, "You don't have to come out to meet me, it's pretty scary in the middle of the night—"

Before he finished speaking, Wen Yifan had already stood up.

Thinking she was obediently going to turn on the light, Sang Yan took back the words and watched her behavior while drinking water. Unexpectedly, Wen Yifan seemed to just take his words as air, and turned his head towards the room.

It's like losing my soul.

After more than ten seconds, there was a sound of closing doors in the hallway.

"..."

Sang Yan:?

Because the next day was a rest day, after Wen Yifan woke up, he didn't get up immediately.

She stayed in bed for hours.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Wen Yifan got up to change clothes and wash, ready to go out to meet Zhong Siqiao.

Some time ago, Zhong Siqiao made an appointment with her, waiting for Wen Yifan's rest day, the two of them will go shopping together. She walked to the hallway, put on her shoes and was about to leave.

At this moment, Sang Yan happened to come out of the kitchen and collided with her sight. He stood there blankly, his eyes expressing meaningfully, as if waiting for her to take the initiative to say something.

Wen Yifan took the key and asked: "When did you come back yesterday?"

Sang Yan frowned: "You don't know?"

"I don't know." Thinking his reaction was a bit strange, Wen Yifan explained, "I slept quite early yesterday, so I didn't hear when you came back."

"..."

Seeing him not speaking, Wen Yifan opened the door: "Then I went out?"

Sang Yan fell silent, as if thinking about something.

After a few seconds, he raised his head and looked at her again with only a perfunctory hum.

...

Wen Yifan and Zhong Siqiao met at the subway station.

Neither of them had lunch, so they found a noodle restaurant nearby for lunch. When waiting for the show, Wen Yifan pulled out the signature from his bag and asked, "Do you know this actor?"

Zhong Siqiao took it and stared at it for a long time: "What is this word."

"..." Wen Yifan said, "Mu Chengyun."

"do not know."

"I met this when I went for an interview before. He thought I was a fan of him, so he signed me." Wen Yifan explained to her, "I checked it later and it seemed to be The male ghost in "Damn"."

"The male ghost in "Dream Awakening"?" Zhong Siqiao laughed. "That should be a 38-line actor."

"It's specially signed by someone else, and it's not good to throw it away." Wen Yifan sighed, "Okay, then I'll use another book."

The two chatted with each other.

"By the way," Zhong Siqiao suddenly remembered something, "A few days ago, my nephew had a high fever, so I took him to the hospital with my sister-in-law. Then do you know who I met?"

"Who did you meet?"

"I saw Cui Jingyu, and we talked for a while. She is now married and has a second child." Zhong Siqiao felt that time passed quickly and exclaimed, "The only impression I have of her is that she was very special in high school. I like Sang Yan, and he is very high-profile."

Wen Yifan also had an impression of this person.

"Hey, I'm quite curious about one thing when it comes to this," Zhong Siqiao said, "I haven't asked you before."

"what?"

"Have you never liked Sangyan before?"

"..." Wen Yifan was taken aback, "Why ask this?"

"Because he is handsome and really dazzling." Zhong Siqiao put his cheek on his cheeks, "and even though I haven't talked to him much, I know he likes you very much. It seems to be nice to you."

These words and the name mentioned by Zhong Siqiao just now made Wen Yifan a momentary trance.

Thoughts are pulled into a certain scene in the past.

Because of what Sang Yan said to the spectacle man earlier, no one in the class would talk about the gossip between the two of them, and there were no more ridiculous rumors.

After a long time, other people also found that Wen Yifan was very easy to get along with, but his temper became a little slower. Because she was good-looking and good-tempered, gradually, many people would take the initiative to talk to her, and she began to have many familiar classmates.

But forgot since when, Sang Yan's attitude towards Wen Yifan had a very obvious change. He does everything blatantly, feels right, and does not bother to hide half of it.

Everything is spread out and placed under the bright surface.

Therefore, many classmates would come to ask her in private if she really fell in love with Sang Yan.

At that time, Wen Yifan himself didn't know what was going on.

According to Sang Yan's personality, it is impossible to have such thoughts, and it is impossible to pull his face down to explain these. So when she heard these questions, she just smiled and denied.

Fortunately, this matter only occasionally booed in the class.

Later, somehow, this matter reached Cui Jingyu in other classes.

Many people in their class know this girl, because Cui Jingyu often comes to Sang Yan, either to give things away or to find him without words, and she shows a particularly warm love.

After being rejected by Sang Yan, he didn't give up at all.

After learning about this, Cui Jingyu came to the door directly.

I remember it was during the big break.

When the broadcast gymnastics ended, all the students returned to the class one after another. Wen Yifan walked behind and when he reached the door of the class, he saw Sang Yan being blocked by Cui Jingyu.

Cui Jingyu is beautiful and courageous, with the glamour that a girl of this age should have: "Sang Yan, I heard someone say, are you chasing a dancer in your class?"

Sang Yan was listening to Coke in his hand. Because he was blocked, he looked a little impatient: "What's the matter with you?"

"I'm just curious to ask, I said you like her." Cui Jingyu laughed, and happened to notice Wen Yifan behind, "But I just listen to what others say, so you don't have to be unhappy."

Upon hearing this, Sang Yan looked at Cui Jingyu. Following her gaze again, he turned his head to look at Wen Yifan.

Seeing her, the corners of Sang Yan's lips loosened, and then he bends.

Sunlight poured in from outside, staining him a light gold. It seems to have brought a lot of light. At that moment, Wen Yifan realized that when he smiled clearly, there would be a shallow pear vortex on his right lip.

"This kind of remark seems to have been passed on many times, and they are too boring." Cui Jingyu said again, "I know it must be nonsense, just tell you casually."

Sang Yan raised his eyebrows and looked at her, still speaking with that undue accent.

"Did I say no?"