Hard to Deceive

Wen Yifan retracted his gaze, did not comment on these words, just hummed.

She has no way of verifying the authenticity of this statement.

The only thing that felt puzzled was that they didn't know why they would mention Sangyan high school at the dinner after the graduation ceremony. After all, Su Haoan didn't even know what happened to them.

In addition, according to Sang Yan's proud temperament, he would never show his weakness in front of others at will, and he didn't bother to talk to others.

So Wen Yifan couldn't think of the origin of this matter.

But it's also possible, just like a joke, and said it frankly?

After all, it has been so long.

It seems reasonable to think about it this way.

Wen Yifan didn't think about it any more, but thought it was quite magical.

She never thought about it.

I will become the "best" in this way.

"Later, Senior Sang also said," Mu Chengyun looked at her sideways and added appropriately, "I might chase this person again when I meet him again, but his mentality is definitely different from before."

Wen Yifan turned the steering wheel without saying a word.

After speaking, Mu Chengyun was quiet for a few seconds, seeming to guess her thoughts. He smiled faintly, and said in a calm tone: "But it should be just a drunken talk, not necessarily a real idea."

The words fell, and the car fell silent again.

Wen Yifan pondered for a moment, then suddenly came out: "You didn't say it before."

"Ok?"

Wen Yifan pointed out the loopholes in his words: "Did he only say one sentence all night?"

"..." Mu Chengyun's smile froze, and soon returned to normal, "Did I say that before? I don't have any impression. It might be that I was drunk, and I made a mistake."

"Then you should pay attention to it in the future, and don't get too drunk when you go out to play. We are in this line, and there will be emergencies at any time." Speaking of this, Wen Yifan reminded seriously, "Also, you can just talk about gossip. , But you can’t use this attitude when doing news."

"..."

"What you have seen and heard is what the report should look like." Wen Yifan said calmly like Fu Zhuang. Say it wrong as a reason. Everything has to be truthful."

Mu Chengyun's smile faded completely.

He became serious, and quickly responded: "I understand."

Drive the car to Nanwu People's Hospital.

Wen Yifan found a place to park. The two took the equipment and got out of the car, followed the signs and walked to the orthopedics department of the hospital. Through this gap, Wen Yifan looked down at the phone and replied a few messages.

Before coming, Wen Yifan contacted the hospital and the victim's mother, and only came to interview with the consent of the other party. She learned about the situation in advance. The injured was a young girl who had just entered the first year of junior high school, named Zhang Yu.

Zhang Yutian was born with damaged vocal cords and could not speak.

What happened that day was that Zhang Yu went to eat nearby with his classmates, and went home later than usual. When crossing the road, the perpetrator knocked her down before the brakes, and ran over her right leg.

This situation made the perpetrator sober immediately and got out of the car and called an ambulance.

The two entered the ward where Zhang Yu was.

This is a triple room, which is full at the moment. Zhang Yu is lying on the hospital bed in the middle. He has finished the operation and has a cast on his leg. Her appearance was immature, her eyes were red and swollen, and she had obviously just cried.

Zhang Yu's mother sat next to her, coaxing her softly.

Wen Yifan walked over and greeted him, and then introduced himself.

Zhang Yu's mother was named Chen Lizhen, and she looked nothing like a mother with such a big child. The appearance is well maintained, and the temperament is extremely gentle. She especially cooperated with Wen Yifan's interview, and did not shake her face or impatience during the whole process.

Fearing to affect Zhang Yu's mood again, the interview was conducted outside the ward.

Wen Yifan made transcripts while asking questions, while Mu Chengyun next to him was shooting with a camera.

"The saddest thing is the child," Chen Lizhen rubbed her eyebrows, and said, her eyes were red. "She has just transferred to Nanwu Art School, and now she doesn't know what to do. I don't know if this will affect it. She dances."

Wen Yifan paused and asked, "Does Xiao Yu dance?"

Chen Lizhen turned her head away and wiped away her tears: "Well, ballet. She started dancing at the age of seven."

Hearing this, Wen Yifan glanced in the direction of the ward.

The little girl lowered her head and entangled her hands in front of her. Her eyelashes trembled lightly, and tears fell out unconsciously. But there is no way to vent, even crying is silent.

"Because I can't talk, Xiao Yu has always been very introverted and has no friends." Chen Lizhen said as she flipped out her phone to show her photos, "I found out that she had a talent for dancing, so she found a training class for her. After she started dancing, She gradually became more cheerful."

"The doctor said it would depend on Xiao Yu's recovery status, and now I am not sure whether it will affect it." Chen Lizhen's eyebrows were a bit tired. "I'm still discussing with Xiao Yu's dad whether to transfer her back to ordinary junior high school."

Wen Yifan's gaze did not move, and his expression was a little dazed.

I remembered her in high school.

At that time, Wen Yifan also turned from a dancing student back to an ordinary student because of similar things.

During the summer vacation of the first year of high school, Wen Yifan participated in an off-campus training organized by the school. Before that, her knee joint had been faintly aching, and during this period of practice, it also reached an unacceptable level.

Accompanied by Zhao Yuandong, Wen Yifan went to the hospital.

It was found to be a second-degree injury of the knee joint meniscus.

The doctor prescribed medicine to her and let her rest for three months. No strenuous exercise during this period.

Although this is not serious, for Wen Yifan, a dancer, the impact is not small. But although she felt anxious, there was no other way. I can only follow the doctor's advice and hope to get better soon.

After the recovery is complete, just try to make up for the progress.

But before the new semester.

What made Wen Yifan extraordinarily caught off guard was that Zhao Yuandong came to her room one night and asked her eagerly if she would return to a cultural student.

She finds it ridiculous.

I just felt that this kind of little illness didn't make her give up the dance she had danced for nearly ten years.

Wen Yifan refused without thinking.

But after Zhao Yuandong put forward one after another.

Wen Yifan gradually realized that Zhao Yuandong didn't seem to have made such a proposal because she was worried about her foot injury. Later, she overheard the conversation between her stepfather and Zhao Yuandong, because as an art student, the cost of vacation training was too great.

Not only this time.

Every next holiday will be training camp, every time it costs money.

It will make them difficult to bear.

Zhao Yuandong does not have a job, and all the savings in her hand are left by Wen Liangzhe, and now it has become the common property of the new family.

The stepfather was reluctant to pay the money, so he took this opportunity to propose that Wen Yifan return to a cultural life. His attitude was tough and he gave countless reasons. In addition, Zhao Yuandong's character was not assertive, so he agreed with him when he said more.

Next, Wen Yifan's objection was completely useless.

No matter how unwilling children are, no matter how much they resist, things that adults have already settled down are just useless. Those tiny words are equivalent to transparent and invisible things.

After the new semester of high school began, Wen Yifan returned to a cultural student.

Because of this news, other students in the class were shocked and felt very inexplicable. This thing is equivalent to that when the senior year approached the college entrance examination, a science student with the top score suddenly said that he wanted to transfer to a liberal arts.

Several close classmates took turns to ask her again.

Wen Yifan couldn't tell the reason because the family felt that the expenses were high, and they didn't want to bear the expenses anymore. Because of this, she lied to everyone, saying that she was seriously ill.

——Because of the foot injury, I can't dance anymore.

Sang Yan was the last to ask her.

At that time, Wen Yifan was sitting in the position, quietly lowering his eyes. She didn't look at him, and continued to look at the textbook in her hand, calmly repeating the previous words.

Sang Yan was silent for a while before asking, "Is it really impossible to jump?"

Wen Yifan: "Yeah."

Sang Yan: "Which way are you hurt?"

Wen Yifan laughed: "This is the result anyway."

The boy in front of him fell silent again.

Wen Yifan turned a page of the book and said softly: "It's okay, I don't like dancing much."

It didn't take long for Wen Yifan to see it from the sidelines.

Sang Yan raised his hand and lightly touched the tip of her nose.

She raised her eyes.

Sang Yan met her eyes and pulled the corners of her lower lips: "The nose has become longer."

"..."

Lying nose will get longer.

Everyone was fooled by her extremely calm attitude.

Only Sang Yan pierced her disguise.

"It's okay, let's wait." Sang Yan half leaned on her table and looked up at her, "If it gets better, it won't be too late to return to an art student. You see your grades are messed up now, take this opportunity It’s good to learn a little."

Wen Yifan looked at him without speaking.

"If it's really not good, then should I just dance occasionally?"

"..."

"If it doesn't work," Sang Yan smiled, as if he was coaxing a child, "Then I will show it to you after I learn it."

...

Wen Yifan's thoughts were interrupted by Chen Lizhen's words.

Chen Li really smiled and cheered up again: "But it still depends on what Xiao Yu thinks. No matter what choice she makes, her father and I will support her and respect her."

Wen Yifan looked at Chen Lizhen again, blinked vigorously, and smiled.

"Well, it will definitely get better."

After the interview, Wen Yifan ran a few more places with Mu Chengyun.

The two returned to the station before four o'clock. Entering the editing room, Mu Chengyun imported the material into the system and occasionally asked Wen Yifan a few questions. She answered one by one, listening to the simultaneous writing.

By the time the news is turned into a film for review, it's time for dinner.

Wen Yifan packed up his things and got up out of the computer room.

Mu Chengyun came out with her and asked casually: "Sister Yifan, are you still working overtime tonight? Let's go have dinner together?"

"Well, there is still some work." Wen Yifan actually has nothing to do. It is logical that she should go home from get off work at this time, but she is afraid that she will meet Sang Yan when she goes back, "I'm not eating, you go Eat it."

Mu Chengyun scratched his head and whispered: "I think you don't seem to eat dinner very much, which is not good for your health."

Wen Yifan smiled: "I know, I will eat when I am hungry."

"Then I will pack you something to eat?"

"No need to."

"Then... okay." Mu Chengyun didn't have the difficulty of being a strong man, and followed her back to the office. "I will go to the company canteen to eat something casually, and I have to stay at night to work overtime to write."

Wen Yifan took out his phone and flipped through the message at will: "Yeah."

Wen Yifan was busy working all day, and had no time to think about other things. But now I was idle, and what happened in the morning was vivid and reverberating in her mind.

Wen Yifan still didn't think about how to deal with this matter after returning.

But with a day's buffer time, Wen Yifan's mentality was not as collapsed at first.

Wen Yifan's thoughts cleared up a bit, and he began to think about the earliest things. Gradually, after waking up in the morning, Sang Yan opened his eyes and looked at her for a second before pulling her back to the bed and hugging her.

She had a meal.

Suddenly I felt a little strange here.

With this idea, Wen Yifan felt more and more incredible the more he thought about it.

I wake up early in the morning and see a member of the opposite **** lying in my bed.

It doesn't matter if she is sober in an instant like her, she even made such a move.

Wen Yifan is a bit suspicious of life.

I don't know if there is a problem on her side, or if the problem on Sangyan is bigger.

She wanted to ask someone to ask, but it didn't feel easy to mention it. Even if she asks in the name of "I have a friend", the other party will directly default to her.

Then there will be a third person in this world who will know that she sleepwalked on Sang Yan's bed.

She did such a shameless thing.

Suddenly, Wen Yifan suddenly remembered the Shudongbo he had seen before.

Wen Yifan hesitated to open Weibo, found the blogger, and typed slowly in the dialog box. She didn't dare to say it completely according to the real situation, lest it was such a coincidence, Sang Yan also happened to pay attention to this blogger.

After thinking about it for a long time, Wen Yifan simply changed the cause.

[Anonymous coding, I went out to a party with a group of friends some time ago. We went to sing K and opened a private room. Most of the people were drunk, so we just spent the night in the private room. After waking up, I found that I was lying with a male friend, who was still holding me. When I wanted to sit up, he woke up, and he looked at me and looked unconscious. Then he hugged me and continued to sleep. I would like to ask, after a normal person wakes up and sees a person of the opposite **** next to him, would the normal reaction be like this? 】

After typing the cause and effect, Wen Yifan read it again, looking at the two "hold" characters, always a little uncomfortable. She hesitated and sent it over after a long time.

At the same time, she received a WeChat.

Wen Yifan clicked.

Sang Yan’s news: [When will I return?]

This tone looked like he was finally free, and he wanted to start investigating the consequences with her. Wen Yifan had a headache thinking about this. She glanced at the sofa in the lounge and made up her mind: [I still have some work today. 】

Wen Yifan: [Not necessarily able to go back. 】

Wen Yifan: [Would you like to lock the door directly? 】

After half a minute.

Sang Yan: [Wen Yifan]

Then stopped.

This practice of shouting only the full name and saying nothing else makes people fear unknown.

Wen Yifan waited nervously for five or six minutes.

Only very slowly on the other end, followed by a sentence.

[Being a bit responsible]

"..."

Sang Yan had said so, and Wen Yifan felt that his behavior was particularly shameless. In addition, she thought about it carefully, she couldn't stay in the company like this all the time and didn't go back. Sooner or later she had to face it.

There is no use to escape.

Just solve it as soon as possible.

After seeing this news, Wen Yifan calmly replied: [Then I will finish my work as soon as possible and go back. 】

In order to make his words more credible, after sending these words, Wen Yifan got up an hour before leaving the company. Along the way, she was thinking about what to say when she went back.

Consider the wording first.

It was not enough to finish thinking in his mind, Wen Yifan decided to make adequate preparations, lest he might forget the words. She took out her mobile phone, opened the memo, and tapped upwards one by one like writing a manuscript.

When Wen Yifan arrived home, she had already thought out a very sincere statement.

Wen Yifan changed into an indoor mop and glanced in the living room.

Sang Yan was not seen.

Wen Yifan breathed a sigh of relief and walked over to the sofa to sit down. She poured water into the cup and noticed the surrounding movement by the way, and heard the patter of water coming from the toilet.

Oh.

In the bath.

Wen Yifan took a sip of water and calmed down. She turned on the phone again, staring at what she had just deliberated on the memo, and read it several times inwardly.

Hearing the movement of the toilet door opening, Wen Yifan put down the phone.

There was the sound of Sang Yan's slippers hitting the ground.

In the next moment, Sang Yan appeared in front of Wen Yifan.

He had a towel on his head, his upper body was naked, and only a pair of shorts. His body is strong, showing lumpy abdominal muscles. When he saw Wen Yifan, he didn't rush, and only raised his eyebrows: "You still know how to come back?"

This scene immediately congested Wen Yifan's head.

She opened her eyes unexpectedly.

He felt that the calmness he had just piled up was completely taken away by his behavior. She endured it and reminded: "Sang Yan, we said it before. In public areas, you can't wear them out."

"Oh." Sang Yan pulled the short sleeve beside him and put it on, "Didn't I accept my fate?"

When Yu Guang saw that he was dressed, Wen Yifan raised his eyes: "What?"

This time Sang Yan did not sit where he used to sit, but sat next to her. He also leaned over and poured a glass of water, and said in a melodious voice, "I have kissed and touched it. Putting on the clothes at this time, is there any difference between not wearing them in front of you."

"..."

The distance is closer.

Wen Yifan instantly smelled the scent of sandalwood on his body, as well as the mixed faint smell of wine.

She pursed her lips and forcibly broke the subject: "Did you drink?"

Sang Yan tilted his head and responded lazily, "Yeah."

"Then I won't bother you too much time. We will finish this matter as soon as possible, so that you can rest as soon as possible." This distance made Wen Yifan a little nervous. She met his eyes and said calmly, "That's it. After this incident came out this morning, I realized that my sleepwalking had no sense of direction."

Sang Yan's eyes were dark, and he looked straight at her.

"It's useless to block the door with a chair. During this time, you can just remember to lock the door and sleep." Not wanting him to feel guilty, Wen Yifan didn't hide his sight, "I will also go to the hospital as soon as possible— —"

Before she could finish speaking, Sang Yan raised his hand suddenly.

Staring at his actions, Wen Yifan's remaining words got stuck in his throat.

Sang Yan's movements seemed to be slowed down countless times, his expression casual and idle. He touched her cheek slowly, the temperature of his fingertips was cold.

Take it back in just one click.

"You blush."