Hard to Deceive

The distance between the two narrowed in an instant.

The familiar breath of the man was pressed down, and his eyebrows were close at hand.

His eyes are thin inner pairs, the corners of his eyes are slightly raised, with an inherent sharpness. When I stare at people, I always seem to be scrutinizing, aloof, affectionate and indifferent.

At this moment, leaning down and looking at her level, there is a sense of distance missing.

Wen Yifan leaned back to the inner wall of the elevator again and looked back at him, without evading his sight. Her thoughts seemed to be muddy, and she couldn't turn around. She only felt that his words would not be a good suggestion, and sternly replied: "I don't have this plan yet."

Sang Yan straightened up, the curvature of his lips didn't stop, and he didn't know whether he believed it or not.

After thinking about it, Wen Yifan couldn't control it, and officially added: "I will let you know when I have it in the future."

"..."

After that, Wen Yifan didn't wait for his response, calmly lifted his foot and walked out. She felt that she was walking quite steadily, but her footsteps seemed heavy, struggling to lift, and she felt like stepping on cotton.

Sang Yan finally realized that there was something wrong with her: "How much did you drink tonight."

Wen Yifan stopped: "A cup."

Sang Yan: "What's a cup?"

Wen Yifan shook his head: "I don't know."

Sang Yan frowned, his tone was not very good: "If you don't know, just drink it?"

Wen Yifan: "Xiao Tian gave it to me."

She is like a robot, asking what and answering what, looking at the usual difference. If it weren't for just those words, Sang Yan couldn't tell that she was drunk.

Fearing that she would fall, Sang Yan stepped forward, reaching out to support her: "Stand well."

Seeing his actions, Wen Yifan stepped back subconsciously, raising his hand and pressing the hat of the sweater again: "Sang Yan."

"?"

Staring at his eyes, Wen Yifan's lips straightened, and some very sincere words came out inexplicably, as if to get him closer: "I think I have treated you well this time."

Sang Yan's movements stopped slightly.

Then she continued to say: "I didn't refute anything you said, and I still obeyed."

Sang Yan retracted his hand and said lightly: "What do you want to say."

"So I want to discuss with you." Wen Yifan felt a little nauseous again, approached him, and felt more comfortable when he smelled his body. "Can you please stop me."

Sang Yan: "?"

"I think," Wen Yifan paused, "take a breath."

"..."

At the same time that these words fell, Sang Yan noticed that she kept pressing on her hat. Because of this, I remembered his previous behavior to Mu Chengyun. His mouth twitched, a little speechless, and grabbed her arm.

Wen Yifan's hands were still frozen, and his body language was vigilant.

"Okay," Sang Yan snorted, but moved lightly, "Don't touch your hat."

"..."

Hearing this, Wen Yifan looked half-belief and gradually put down his hand.

Sang Yanxu helped her to walk towards the door. Looking at her profile, he lowered his eyes again, staring at her soft as if boneless arms, and said in a low voice, "You are not that treatment."

After entering the house, Wen Yifan changed the indoor drag and walked towards the room subconsciously. But after not taking a few steps, Sang Yan pulled back and pulled to the sofa: "Sit down."

Wen Yifan said, watching Sang Yan boil the pot of water. Then he turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Soon, he turned around and added: "Don't touch the water."

Wen Yifan didn't know what he was going to do, so he nodded. At this moment, the stomach feels uncomfortable, and the eyelids droop uncontrollably. She wants to drink something hot, and she wants to go to sleep.

Waited a while.

Just seeing the boiling water next to him, Wen Yifan breathed a sigh of relief, wanted to drink a cup of hot water, and stretched out his hand unconsciously.

In the next instant, Sang Yan's voice rang: "What are you doing."

"..." Wen Yifan immediately withdrew his hand.

There is a sense of guilty conscience of touching other people's things without their consent.

Sang Yan walked back and sat down next to her. Holding a jar of honey in his hand, he poured a few spoonfuls into the cup, then poured some cold water into it and mixed it with boiling water.

His suit hasn't taken off yet, his shoulders are wide and his legs are long. It made his temperament more serious and suppressed a bit of cynicism.

Wen Yifan noticed his dress again: "Why are you wearing this today?"

Sang Yan did not answer, and put the cup in front of her: "Drink."

Wen Yifan took it, took a few sips, and continued to ask: "Have you found a job?"

He was extremely cold and still did not answer.

But after Wen Yifan drank too much, he said a little bit more than usual: "When did you find it?"

Although it is basically a problem.

She didn't seem to care whether he would answer back, and asked herself: "I have to work, do you wear formal clothes?"

Sang Yan smiled: "You have a lot of questions."

Wen Yifan blinked.

"But I am now," Sang Yan just got up after seeing her drinking a small half glass, "I'm not interested in talking to you drunkard."

Feeling framed, Wen Yifan immediately said: "I only had a drink."

Sang Yan ignored her and continued to walk towards the kitchen.

Wen Yifan at the back said again: "During your graduation ceremony, you drank more than a dozen bottles of wine, that's why you are called a drunkard."

He froze instantly and turned back: "How do you know?"

Wen Yifan said honestly: "Mu Chengyun said it."

"..."

"Why do you drink so much?"

After a long silence, Sang Yan withdrew his gaze: "How long ago has happened."

Sang Yan: "I forgot."

"Oh." After half a cup of honey water went down, Wen Yifan felt that his mind seemed to be clearer, and his stomach was not so uncomfortable. "Then you will drink less in the future."

Sang Yan didn't answer any more words, and went straight into the kitchen.

It didn't take long.

Sang Yan took out a bowl of porridge and put it in front of Wen Yifan. He lay back on the sofa, seeming to have finally finished his work, and said lazily, "Go back to bed after drinking."

"..."

At this time, Wen Yifan really felt the happiness of a roommate. She secretly thought that Sangyan was still very good, and if he became unwell in the future, she would definitely take care of him politely.

Sang Yan lay and played with her mobile phone for a while.

Wen Yifan drank the porridge slowly, and when he was about to say thank you, Sang Yan's cell phone rang.

Sang Yan picked up directly: "Say."

He seems to be like this all the time, calling people he knows, and he won't say a word of greetings. As if he was extremely impatient, the tone of his mouth was to let the other party have farts and let them go.

Wen Yifan's words also swallowed back into his mouth.

The person at the other end didn't know what he said, Sang Yan asked, "Whose birthday is."

"Oh, you don't need to make a special call to remind me." Sang Yan's tone is loose, and he doesn't care. "You can directly pass Duan's praise, his age, what can you tell the world on his birthday."

"..."

"If you really want to think about it, you have to sneak it in private." After a few seconds, Sang Yan sneered, "What do you mean I am old? You ask him born in the 80s not to touch the post-90s."

"Okay, hurry up and study," Sang Yan said, "I will take the college entrance examination next month and take care of this little mess."

"Bye."

Although the phone was hung up, the room was quiet.

Wen Yifan's brain was sluggish, and he remembered something: "Isn't your birthday January 90?"

Sang Yan glanced at her: "What?"

"It seems to be the day after New Year's Day," Wen Yifan said, "That is just two days after 1989."

Sang Yan played with her mobile phone, as if she hadn't heard what she meant, speaking in a less serious tone: "You remember me clearly."

Wen Yifan paused for a while, and said softly, "Because this date is easy to remember."

"Oh." Sang Yan didn't care too much when he looked at it, with a calm expression on his face, "It's easy to remember."

...

After finishing the porridge, Wen Yifan thanked Sang Yan and returned to the room. In the bath, she was steamed by the heat, and her thoughts gradually became clear, recalling the stupid things she did and the stupid things she said tonight.

She became annoyed afterwards and regretted the matter of drinking tonight again.

The residual drunkenness brought Wen Yifan's sleepiness to the top.

Out of the bathroom, she lay down on the bed, her eyelids sunk to the point that she couldn't open them, and she didn't have much energy to worry about tonight's affairs. When she was in a daze, she remembered the glass of honey water that Sanyan had stuffed into her hand.

Extremely warm.

The temperature seems to spread to the whole body along the fingertips.

Before losing consciousness completely.

An idea came out of Wen Yifan's mind uncontrollably.

I hope Sang Yan can stay here longer.

Perhaps because of Mu Chengyun's words tonight, Wen Yifan dreamed of the day of his graduation ceremony very appropriately. But the picture is a little blurry, it looks real, but it is not real.

In the dream, she couldn't tell whether it was reality or fantasy.

In my impression, the graduation ceremony seemed to end in the afternoon.

Wen Yifan wore a bachelor's uniform, holding a graduation certificate in his hand, and walked out of the auditorium with his roommates.

There are many people outside, and most of them are graduates wearing bachelor's uniforms taking pictures with relatives and friends. People come and go, and I can bump into many people I know all the way.

Wen Yifan was also pulled over from time to time to take a few photos.

Because of the senior internship, each is busy with their own affairs, and the little girls have not seen each other for a long time. There was a lot of talk at this time, and various things happened when he talked about his internship.

After a topic was over, Wen Yifan heard one of his roommates say: "By the way, I just got my license and saw a super handsome guy in the back row. I don't know which department it is."

Another roommate said: "Damn, why didn't you call me to see!"

"I can't blame this. You were waiting to get your graduation certificate on stage. When you come down, I can't find that handsome guy when I want to mention it to you. I still feel that I am dazzled."

"Okay, I will treat you as dazzled."

Wen Yifan couldn't help laughing as he listened to their conversation.

Before long, the four of them were called by a classmate they knew to take pictures.

Wen Yifan was led by his roommate and walked over. She was arranged in the middle position, looking at the camera, the curvature of the corners of her lips was very shallow. The photographer held the camera and counted down loudly: "Three, two..."

The remaining number has not been called out.

At this time, among the mixed crowd, Wen Yifan suddenly heard someone calling her name. The voice is neither light nor heavy, but very familiar. Her breathing stopped and she turned her head and glanced around.

The photographer said, "Senior sister, why did you move suddenly?"

The roommate next to him also asked: "What's wrong?"

Wen Yifan still looked around, feeling a little strange: "I seem to hear someone calling me."

"Huh?" Hearing this, the roommate also looked around, "Did you misheard, I didn't hear anyone calling you. Maybe someone's name is similar to you, so many people... "

Wen Yifan didn't hear the roommate's next words very clearly.

Her gaze was fixed in a certain direction.

The man was tall and thin, as if he had come to attend someone's graduation ceremony specially, wearing a regular white shirt and suit pants. At this moment, he may be looking at the phone, lowering his head, slowly away from the hustle and bustle here.

Go in the direction where the crowd is scarce.

For an instant.

Wen Yifan remembered the rainy night when the drizzle was all over the sky four years ago.

Despite the rain, the air is still hot.

The young man sent her downstairs in silence, the pride in his eyes collapsed. The vigorous young man from the first sight seems to have been planted in the bones and humble, unable to cover it up.

In that long alley that seems to have no end.

He turned his back in silence, step by step, out of her world.

In a trance.

The two body images are overlapped.

Wen Yifan's brain was blank, and he took a step towards the other end uncontrollably, and was pulled back by his roommate in the next instant.

"Xiao Fan, where are you going."

The photographer also said at this moment: "Sister, take another picture!"

Wen Yifan withdrew his gaze blankly.

I just think he must be in Nanwu right now, and it is impossible to appear in Yihe, thousands of kilometers away.

He has no reason to be here.

Wen Yifan absently took the picture and looked in that direction again.

The picture I saw the last minute seemed to be an illusion.

The familiar figure has long been dissipating among the crowd, and is no longer visible.

...

Wen Yifan woke up from his dream.

Her mouth was so dry, she got up and turned on the lamp beside the bed. The bright light pierced her eyes, and Wen Yifan wrinkled her eyes, feeling a little trance.

The memory in the dream is still very clear.

But at this moment, Wen Yifan couldn't remember. On the day of graduation ceremony, she really saw the figure from behind, or it was just a dream that added a touch of color to her memory.

Wen Yifan stayed for a while, and closed his eyes after a long time.

It may be affected by dreams, or it may be that emotions are amplified at night.

Wen Yifan's mood at this time was extremely bad.

She had no sleep at all, and just got up, planning to go and drink a glass of warm water.

Afraid of causing noise to Sang Yan, Wen Yifan didn't wear slippers, opened the door of the room, and walked gently to the living room. When I was about to walk to the coffee table and sit down, the door opened behind me.

Wen Yifan's footsteps stopped.

She looked back.

Sang Yan was also out of the room. He was wearing casual short-sleeved shorts and his expression was slightly sleepy. It's like getting up to go to the toilet. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of her existence. He tilted his head and said casually: "Sleepwalking again?"

"..."

"What is the trigger of your sleepwalking?" Sang Yan's voice may be low and dumb just after waking up, "Can you sleepwalk even if you drink too much?"

Wen Yifan didn't say a word.

Seeing this moment of his, the picture of the dream just now surged again.

Wen Yifan's mind was completely occupied by the back figure that was getting further and further away from the crowd.

In an extremely quiet space, the low and dark vision seemed to be bewitching.

There was an impulse in her heart.

Reminiscent of what Sang Yan said earlier.

-"You suddenly ran out and hugged me."

He didn't know anyway.

He thought she was sleepwalking.

He didn't know that she was sober.

Wen Yifan walked slowly in his direction.

Sang Yan yawned lazily, vacated her seat, and owed her a sentence: "Aren't you taking advantage of me this time?"

Just this time.

She only impulsively once.

It's like returning to the midsummer after the college entrance examination.

When she was young, she stared at the fading figure of the young man, restraining her urge to come forward and hug him. She withdrew her gaze forcefully, backed slowly, and chose to withdraw from his world.

At this moment.

At this moment, it was like going back in time.

She wanted to make a move that she wanted to make at that time.

Wen Yifan's heart was completely occupied by the longing and the remaining drunkenness of that time, and there was not much reason left. She stopped next to him, her heart beating extremely fast at this moment, almost rushing out of her body.

The distance between Sang Yan and her was only one step away.

The smell of a man is no different from that of his youth.

The extremely light sandalwood incense diffuses in the air.

Because of doing this kind of thing for the first time, Wen Yifan held his breath and paused for a while.

Sang Yan continued: "Hurry back..."

Did not wait for him to finish.

Wen Yifan lowered his eyes, leaned forward, and raised his hand to hug him.