Hard to Deceive

Wen Yifan remembered that Sang Yan didn't say anything at the time, and he was so quiet that he couldn't even hear the slightest breathing. After the two were silent for about half a minute, she reached out to wipe away the tears and hung up the phone.

since that day.

The two of them no longer meet in school.

Later, Wen Yifan moved to Beiyu with his uncle's family, and therefore transferred to another school. When she thought she would cut off contact with Sang Yan completely, she began to receive text messages from him.

continuously.

One will be sent every once in a while.

And then.

On holidays or weekends, Sang Yan occasionally comes to Beiyu to look for her. The frequency is not too frequent, at most, I only come to her once a month. She also asked her opinions in advance.

The two go to the same noodle restaurant every time.

The storefront of that noodle shop is small and the decoration is old. The taste of the noodles is ordinary and uncharacteristic, so the business is not good. Every time I went, the store was deserted, and only the boss was sitting at the cash register and watching TV.

The more the times, the boss will recognize them both. There is no need to place an order, just get up and go into the kitchen when you see them.

There is only a small space for two people.

Because of her words, Sang Yan's words before her became less. His demeanor was as unthinkable as before, but he seemed to be cautious, not as unscrupulous as before.

As if tacitly.

The two never mentioned the call again.

...

Basically, Zhong Siqiao has never seen Wen Yifan get angry, so he is also a little curious at this moment: "What did you do? Are you sure that your behavior can hurt him?"

This time Wen Yifan didn't answer, and bowed his head to eat noodles.

"Maybe it's just that you think more seriously, maybe the other party doesn't think it's a big deal at all. It's not even tickling him." Zhong Siqiao enlightened her like a close sister, "Or he is really very You care about this, but if you apologize and explain it, he doesn't care."

The corners of Wen Yifan's mouth curled up: "How long has it been."

"What's the matter, it's not too late to apologize." Zhong Siqiao said, "The mouth is on you, and you can say whatever you want. This right is with you. It's just that the right to accept it lies with the other party."

I don't know if I listened, Wen Yifan only smiled.

This topic ends here.

After eating the noodles, the two got up and left the noodle shop.

Zhong Siqiao put his bag on his back and mentioned other things to her. Halfway through, she suddenly said "Eh", raised her hand and squeezed her arm: "A little bit, are you a little bit fatter?"

"..." Wen Yifan raised his head, "Huh?"

"You were as thin as bones, and I felt panicked when I was leaning against you." Zhong Siqiao stared at her face and said seriously, "But I feel like you are a little bit fleshy now."

Wen Yifan didn't feel it: "Really?"

Zhong Siqiao joked: "Did you have a good time with Sang Yan?"

"..."

Hearing this, Wen Yifan later realized that after moving in from Sang Yan, she seemed to be eating more.

She didn't have the habit of eating dinner at first, but because of his lavish cooking and not knowing how to add weight, she acted as a trash can for him to solve the leftovers.

The place where the two met was chosen to be in the middle of the residence of the two of them, and they were both far away, so they could not stay out too late. After dinner, the two went home.

Take the key and enter the door. As Wen Yifan took off his shoes, he caught a glimpse of Sang Yan lying on the sofa playing games. As usual, TV shows unnamed dramas, and the volume is not too loud, but it seems noisy.

Over time, Wen Yifan still feels like raising a pet at home inexplicably. No matter when she goes out or when she returns home, she can see this "pet" lazily at home.

Wen Yifan retracted his thoughts, sat down on the sofa to drink water, and glanced at him. Thinking of Zhong Siqiao's words, her lips opened and closed, and it took a long time to finally gather up the courage to shout, "Sang Yan."

Sang Yan didn't raise his eyes, "Say."

"..." Wen Yifan couldn't explain it anymore.

After so many years, maybe the other party doesn't remember what happened at that time.

It seems quite confusing to mention it now.

But it's strange that someone doesn't speak. Seeing his idle appearance, Wen Yifan thought for a while, and casually started a topic: "Is your main business a bar owner?"

Sang Yan: "Side job."

Wen Yifan thought for a while: "I remember saying last time that your university is a computer science department?"

"Yeah." Sang Yan looked up and said with a smile, "What?"

"No, just a little curious." Wen Yifan said, "Seeing that you don't have to go to work every day, just ask casually."

"Change job. Too many companies have dug me, isn't this still grabbing." Sang Yan yawned, his tone was dragging and shameless, "I'll wait until they finish grabbing."

"..."

Wen Yifan also couldn't tell whether he was bragging or saying that he was really in such a state of being contested. She did not comment on this, thinking about changing roommates, and then said: "By the way, did you go to see the decoration of your house?"

Sang Yan retracted his gaze: "Yeah."

Wen Yifan: "How is it?"

"It hasn't been decorated yet, and the New Year workers will not go to work." Sang Yan's tone was flat and straightforward. "If the decoration is finished, you can't live in immediately. It may take a while."

Wen Yifan was taken aback for a moment: "Then you won't move in a month? Will you live for a while?"

"That's what I mean." After speaking, Sang Yan looked at her, "Okay, you don't have to be so happy."

"..."

Wen Yifan nodded and said nothing, thinking that he could only let Su Tian's friend find another house. After all, she couldn't push Sang Yan away by herself. She was drinking water while watching TV boredly.

After the two lived together for a while, Wen Yifan discovered that every time Sang Yan turned on the TV, it seemed that he didn't turn on the TV to watch, but to find some sound for the house.

Once before, she watched it for a while while Sang Yan was turning on the TV.

At that time, the woman on TV was crying and eating, crying terribly. Wen Yifan didn't know the previous plot, and looked a little bit sad, so he asked: "What's wrong?"

Hearing this, Sang Yan lifted his eyelids and glanced, lazily said, "I'm too hungry."

"..."

So at this moment, although Wen Yifan still can't understand the plot, he didn't plan to ask him.

Looked at it for a while.

This time Sang Yan seemed to be interested in the show, so she put her phone away and watched it after a while. A few minutes later, I also chatted with her about the behavior of the characters in the play: "What's the situation with this person?"

This is a suspenseful drama.

At this time, the time in the play is in the middle of the night, and the light appears dim. The man seemed to wake up from his sleep, slowly changed his clothes, wrapped himself tightly, and left the house.

Wen Yifan guessed: "Double personality."

"How do I feel--" Sang Yan turned to look at her and said word by word, "It's more like sleepwalking?"

"Really?" The word made Wen Yifan stunned, and she watched the TV again, "I can't tell the difference. Does the master of dual personality do not know what the sub-personality does? I only know whether sleepwalking is not. I remember."

Sang Yan asked: "How do you know?"

"Because," Wen Yifan said honestly, "I used to sleepwalk."

"..."

After all living together, Wen Yifan didn't think there was anything to hide from this kind of thing. When she noticed his expression, she realized that this problem was a little scary, adding: "I only sleepwalked when I was a child and when I was in college, but it hasn't been a problem for a long time."

Sang Yan pointed out the logical problem: "How do you know you haven't committed a crime in a long time?"

"Ah," Wen Yifan paused and gave a reasonable explanation, "No one told me that I was sleepwalking."

"So after you graduate," Sang Yan smiled, "lived with others?"

Wen Yifan thought about it: "Only Wang Linlin, but only lived together for a week. I also started to share rent with someone after I came to Nanwu. I have never had this experience before."

There was silence.

I always felt that there was something in his words. Wen Yifan had a faint guess, hesitatingly asked: "Did I sleepwalk in front of you?"

"..."

Thinking that he might still sleepwalk, Wen Yifan panicked.

Because this happened when she was unconscious, everything was uncontrollable, and she didn't know what she would do. There is a sense of fear and powerlessness for the unknown.

For some reason, when she first went to college, the problem of sleepwalking started again.

The first time she sleepwalked in the dormitory, she scared the roommate who got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. In the next few days, Wen Yifan didn't dare to sleep, for fear that he would sleepwalk and scare people.

After the three roommates knew about this matter, the four took a chance to talk about it.

The little girls are all very nice, and they all say they can accept it. Besides, Wen Yifan can't do anything sleepwalking, and they get used to it over time.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Wen Yifan asked again: "Is there?"

Sang Yan asked, "Did you know when I came back last night?"

This is the second time he has asked this question.

Wen Yifan felt puzzled: "I slept quite early yesterday and didn't hear the movement of you coming back."

Sang Yan stared at her directly, as if observing whether what she said was true or false.

"..." Wen Yifan suddenly understood and became silent, and then raised it with certain certainty, "Did you see me out of the room when you came back yesterday?"

Sang Yan leaned back in his chair, tilted his head, and humbled lightly.

This was like a bolt from the blue for Wen Yifan. She didn't know what to do, so she could only ask nerdly: "Then what did I do?"

Sang Yan was also honest, and directed with his eyes: "Just sit here for a while, and then go back."

Wen Yifan was a little embarrassed: "I didn't scare you."

"Scare me?" Sang Yan smiled, "Wen Yifan, you can figure it out a little bit. As for me, there is nothing to be afraid of. What can you scare me just by dreaming?"

"It's okay if you didn't scare you." His tone was as usual, but Wen Yifan was relieved. "My college roommate told me that I don't do anything when I sleepwalking. If you see me again later, , Just treat it as air."

Sang Yan made a meaningful "Oh".

Wen Yifan: "As long as the quality of sleep is good, I shouldn't sleepwalking. It shouldn't affect you too much."

Sang Yan: "Sure."

"That's right," Wen Yifan suddenly remembered that there was one most important thing that he had missed, and asked cautiously, "It was the first time you saw me sleepwalking last night, right?"

Sang Yan: "Of course."

Wen Yifan's spirit relaxes: "Then—"

Before I finished speaking, I heard Sang Yan spit out two words slowly: "No."

"..." Wen Yifan was dumbfounded, "Huh? Are there any more?"

Sang Yan twitched the corners of his lips, sat up straight, and poured himself a glass of water calmly. Afterwards, he raised his eyes a little and told her patiently: "One more time."

"Well," Wen Yifan always had a bad feeling, and asked hesitantly, "What did I do that time?"

"What did you do," Sang Yeon dragged the ending, as if he couldn't remember, "I think about—"

Wen Yifan waited calmly.

If I feel that I need to think about it for so long, it is probably not a big deal.

After a long while, Sang Yancai said, "Ah, I remember."

Wen Yifan answered: "What."

Sang Yan stared at her thoughtfully: "You suddenly ran out and hugged me."

"..."

Wen Yifan's expression froze, unable to believe his ears at all: "Huh? What?"

I thought it was a thunder.

However, there are more unacceptable things waiting for her behind.

Sang Yan raised his eyebrows and added leisurely: "Kiss me again."