Hard to Deceive

He rubbed his head with no gentle force, as if he was rubbing a rag, there seemed to be some warmth at this moment. With the sound of the door closing, Wen Yifan touched his head in hindsight.

Wen Yifan stood there for a while, and only looked in the direction of the coffee table after a while.

This cake has surprised Wen Yifan.

She didn't expect to have gifts at all.

The lights in the living room were not turned off yet, and the white lights were a bit dazzling. The coffee table was cleaned up, with only a hot pot and a few drinking glasses, and newspapers and a few magazines beside it.

From this angle, you can't see anything under the coffee table.

Wen Yifan walked back and squatted beside the coffee table to look in.

There are a lot of things in it, and it's not neatly arranged and mixed. In a pile of milk powder and fruit cereal, the powder-blue bag is placed on the outermost part, making it particularly obtrusive.

The gift bag is not solid color, dotted with little white flowers, loose and not too dense.

Staring for two seconds, Wen Yifan stretched out his hand and took it out.

Wen Yifan looked inside the bag, and there was a dark black box inside. She stood up, feeling inexplicably that what she was holding was like a hot potato, and she felt like she had taken something she shouldn't have.

She didn't open it immediately, first went to the entrance and turned off the light, and then returned to the room.

Wen Yifan put the bag on the bed and took out the box inside.

The texture is slightly thicker, about a lap bigger than a hand. Before opening, she could smell a faint scent, which was extremely special, with a bit of sweetness mixed in the bitterness.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Wen Yifan opened it carefully.

It's a bottle of perfume.

A transparent pink square bottle with a dark bow tied to the mouth.

Two English words are engraved with black letters on the top.

——Firstfrost.

Frost.

Her nickname.

Wen Yifan's heart beat hard.

I don't know if this was a coincidence or something else, but Wen Yifan inevitably thought of what Sang Yan had previously called her "Wen Shuang Jiang". She licked her lips, took the phone out of her pocket, and checked the brand online.

This brand of perfume is very small and not particularly famous.

Wen Yifan didn't know much about this, so he flipped through it and didn't continue to read it. She moved her gaze to the perfume bottle again, and the writing on it was clear, as if it had been carved by a knife.

Wen Yifan rubbed his fingers on it a few times, so he remembered the past.

It seems to be the first semester of high school.

When chatting with a classmate, Wen Yifan casually mentioned that because he was born in Shuangjiang, his nickname is also Shuangjiang. All the students present at the time just listened to it and did not take it seriously.

She didn't care too much about it.

It seemed that only Sang Yan had listened to this matter.

I don't remember when it started. When the two got together in private, Sang Yan stopped calling her "school girl" or her original name, and changed her name to "Wen Shuang Jiang".

This was the first time someone called her nickname, even the last name was taken.

At first Wen Yifan was not used to it, but how Sang Yan wanted to shout was his freedom, and she didn't care about it too much. After listening to him yelling for a long time, I got used to it, and occasionally I think it sounds nice to yell like this.

After the reunion, Wen Yifan never heard Sang Yan calling her like this again.

I thought he had forgotten her nickname a long time ago.

Pushing the lid back, Wen Yifan hugged the box and lay back on the bed. She stared at the white and dazzling ceiling, and after a while, she freed her hand to touch her head.

The man's actions were rough and intimate.

Wen Yifan remembered the eyes that Sang Yan had just stared with her.

At this moment.

A very strong idea came up in Wen Yifan's mind.

She suddenly wanted to fall in love.

Talk to Sang Yan.

She thought, fall in love with Sang Yan.

Wen Yifan turned over, trying to calm down, but was completely unable to let go of this idea.

In fact, her birthday wish this year was not too much.

Wen Yifan felt that many things shouldn't belong to her, so he didn't want to ask for it so hard. She only hopes that she can have enough courage, that she can fight her own life once, and that she can run to that person without considering anything.

If that person is Sang Yan.

Wen Yifan felt that he could work hard and become the enthusiastic one as much as possible.

If so.

Can get the result you want.

Of course that's good.

But if it doesn't work.

Then she walked back again.

It seems that it doesn't matter.

Just as Zhong Siqiao said.

She wanted to chase him.

She wants to try it.

Wen Yifan sat up and picked up the phone.

Through the black screen, I noticed the corners of my lips that I did not know when. Wen Yifan froze for a while, converged for a few minutes, opened the WeChat list and found the chat window with Sang Yan.

Thinking for a long time.

Wen Yifan didn't know what to say, so he only typed: [Thank you for your gift^_^]

But I think the expression at the back is a bit silly.

Wen Yifan raised his hand to delete.

In the end, only the word "thank you" was left.

Turns back quickly.

Sang Yan: [? 】

Sang Yan: [What time is it. 】

Sang Yan: [Sleep. 】

Wen Yifan: [Okay. 】

After thinking about it, she replied: [I will return the gift when you wait for your birthday. 】

It's January next year.

If he agrees, this is equivalent to that, even if Sang Yan wants to move out halfway, Wen Yifan can extend the relationship with him to that time. After that, she also had a reason to talk to him.

Sang Yan: [Oh. 】

He just returned such a word.

Instantly cold.

Wen Yifan didn't know what to reply, and moved his fingertips on the screen, and finally gave up. She put her phone aside and was about to get up and take a bath.

At this moment, the phone rang again.

She picked it up and took a look.

Sang Yan sent another voice.

The tone is lazily, the voice is slightly mute, and there is a slight fatigue in the words.

"There are 69 days left."

Wen Yifan listened to it several times and liked how he spoke to himself. Tangled for a while, she tentatively typed: [If you can, can you count down every day for me? 】

Sang Yan: [? 】

Wen Yifan gave a reason: [I'm afraid I forgot. 】

Three more voices.

Sang Yan seemed to be amused: "Where is such a thick skin."

Sang Yan: "Can you be a little sincere?"

Sang Yan: "You should always keep this in mind, instead of letting me remind you once a day, understand."

"..."

Because of his words, Wen Yifan immediately realized that her request was a bit outrageous, and changed his words: [Sorry. 】

Wen Yifan: [I will remember. 】

Putting down the phone, she thought about herself for a while.

Although Wen Yifan had determined that she wanted to pursue Sang Yan's idea, she had never done such a thing. So she didn't have a clue as to what to do and where to cut in.

If only using words to tentatively reveal his meaning gradually, Wen Yifan feels that this does not seem to be of much use. After all, Sang Yan said a lot of these things.

Perhaps it will only make him feel that he is fed up with his words, and can't help but respond in a similar way.

If you approach directly with behavior...

Wen Yifan was also afraid that Sang Yan would think she was sexually harassing.

Although I learned from Sang Yan's words, she has also done a lot of behaviors that resemble sexual harassment during sleepwalking. But when he did such a thing while awake, Wen Yifan didn't think that Sang Yan could let her go so easily.

Look at Sang Yan's attitude towards Cui Jingyu in high school.

He doesn't seem to like the passionate type.

After thinking about it for a long time, Wen Yifan still didn't think of a reason.

...

At eight o'clock the next morning, Wen Yifan woke up naturally.

As usual, she got up habitually to wash and change clothes. As she was about to leave the room, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the mirror in front of the dressing table. Wen Yifan fixed his gaze, staring at himself in the mirror.

The woman's skin is fair, her eyes are curled inward and outward, and her lips are red like rouge. The face is facing the sky, and no powder is applied. His hair was tied into a ponytail, and he was wearing a simple sports jacket and slim trousers.

He looks casual, but he looks coquettish and sharp.

Wen Yifan sat in front of the dressing table silently and put on a simple makeup. Seeing the perfume put aside last night, she picked it up, hesitated, and sprayed it behind her ears and wrists.

Wen Yifan went out to the living room when the smell evaporated.

Today is the weekend, and Sang Yan does not have to go to work. But at this moment he was up, dressed in simple casual clothes, cooking breakfast in the kitchen. It is still in a state of being so sleepy that no one is disturbed.

Perceiving Wen Yifan's movement, he glanced lightly.

It stopped soon.

Sang Yan made no secret of her eyes and looked at her blatantly. He put his hand on the desk, tapped twice, and asked casually: "What are you going to do today."

Wen Yifan glanced into the pot and answered honestly: "Go to work."

Sang Yan raised his eyebrows and stared at her for a while. Before long, he seemed to understand something, and the corner of his lips twitched. He withdrew his gaze and made a very deliberate and vocal "Oh".

Wen Yifan's expression was calm, without showing the slightest uncomfortableness. It seems as if it should be.

Sang Yan turned off the fire: "Get the bowl."

"Oh." Wen Yifan opened the cupboard on the side and said by the way, "Then I will cook tomorrow's breakfast?"

"Can you get up?"

"You can get up... right." Wen Yifan was also not sure, and said, "You have a healthy work and rest. Among the people I know, you are the only one who eats every breakfast, and every day falls."

Sang Yan tilted his head, his tone was idle and pointed: "Why do you say I am healthy?"

I think his question seems to be the same as what she said just now, but Wen Yifan still patiently replied very cooperatively: "Because you eat breakfast every day."

"..."

Sang Yan simply cooked porridge and eggs.

It was a little hot after cooking, and Wen Yifan ate slowly. Sangyan ate faster than her, got up and went back to the room to change clothes after eating. After he came out, she raised her eyes and glanced.

It's pitch black again.

Looking cold and unfeeling, like a killer who wants to go out to do a task.

Swallowing the last mouthful of porridge, Wen Yifan asked, "Are you going out?"

"Yeah." Sang Yan said, "See a friend."

Wen Yifan didn't ask much, noticed that the time was almost up, and got up. She followed Sang Yan and walked to the hallway. While he was putting on shoes, she took the cap on the coat rack and buttoned it on her head.

The moment I put it on.

She noticed something wrong.

This does not seem to be her hat.

A lot looser.

At the same time, Wen Yifan met Sang Yan's face.

He stared at the hat on her head first, and after freezing for a few seconds, he slid down and looked at her.

It seemed to be condemned.

Wen Yifan suddenly understood something. She looked in the direction of the coat rack again, and found a black hat on it. She was silent for a while, then reached out and took off her hat.

With the idea of ​​returning to the original owner, Wen Yifan raised his head and hesitantly put his hat back on his head.

Following her move, Sang Yan's body bent down.

The distance narrowed in an instant.

Everything around was blurred. His eyes are pure black, invisible, with extreme attraction. Wen Yifan's eyes didn't blink, and he could clearly feel his warm breath.

Ambiguity is mixed into the air, fermented uncontrollably, and spread out.

Maybe it was bewitched.

At a certain moment, Wen Yifan moved his eyes away, raised his hand fascinatedly, and smoothed the broken hair on his forehead for him. When it collided with his eye again, the movement stopped, and then slowly withdrew his hand.

Wen Yifan took a step back, pretending to be calm and said: "Your hair is messed up, I will help you tidy it up."

Sang Yan's apple was slippery.

Did not wait for him to speak.

Wen Yifan lowered his eyes and put on his shoes, and then suffocated: "You're welcome."

There was silence for a while.

"Oh." Sang Yan smiled suddenly, "So this is, I have to thank you for what you mean."

"..."

As Wen Yifan didn't hear it, he took the key from the side and looked calmly: "Then I'm going to work."

But before she could go outside, Sang Yan suddenly stood up and blocked her. He glanced to the side, casually picked up the remaining hat on the coat rack, and buttoned it on her head like a polite.

The action is neat and straightforward.

Wen Yifan's head raised.

Sang Yan stared at her face, slowly pulling the broken hair that was not tied on the side of her face behind her ears. Obviously it was only a few seconds, but it seemed to stretch to a few minutes. After he was done, he lowered his eyelashes, his tone was tugging and hesitating: "Why don't you speak?"

"..."

"Don't know what to say yet?"

Wen Yifan recovered: "...thank you."-

The two went out together.

Sang Yan took her to Nanwu TV Station.

After getting out of the car, Wen Yifan arranged his mood and returned to the office. As soon as she sat down, she saw a bottle of strawberry milk on the table and a small cake next to it.

Wen Yifan turned to look at Su Tian: "Xiao Tian, ​​whose is this?"

"Who can it be," Su Tian whispered, "The little milk dog gave it to you."

"..."

"Are you two at the ambiguous stage now? Or is he unilateral? His thoughts about you are becoming more and more obvious." Su Tian said, "Otherwise you will try, this little milk dog is quite obedient , And it doesn’t look bad."

Wen Yifan didn't say anything, he got up and walked to Mu Chengyun's seat.

There is no one in the office right now.

Mu Chengyun smiled and greeted her: "Sister Yifan, good morning."

"Well, good morning." Wen Yifan put the breakfast back on his table and said gently, "Thank you for the breakfast. But I come to work after breakfast every day, and I can't eat it now."

Mu Chengyun's lips moved.

Wen Yifan smiled: "You eat it, you don't have to buy it again. Thank you."

"..."

After speaking, Wen Yifan returned to his seat.

Su Tian leaned over again and curiously said: "What did you say, why is this little milk dog sloppy at once?"

Wen Yifan shook his head: "I didn't say anything."

"But he is really too inactive. He can still chase people like this-eh." As if he had discovered something, Su Tian sniffed and pulled the subject away, "Yi Fan, did you spray perfume today? It smells pretty good."

Wen Yifan touched his ear: "Yeah."

Su Tian stared at her: "You have something wrong."

"..."

"Are you in love?"

"No." Wen Yifan denied. After thinking about it, thinking that Su Tian didn't know Sang Yan, she probably couldn't guess it, she simply said honestly, "I'm chasing people."

Su Tian was stunned: "Huh? Are you chasing people?"

Wen Yifan: "That's right."

"...Are you sure you need to chase?" Su Tian said, "Yifan, you have to know that men are all visual animals. All you need to do is hook your fingers, and you don't need to chase, the other party will just lick it up."

Wen Yifan: "No, he looks very good."

Su Tian: "How good can it be?"

Near here is the Fallen Street. I am afraid that Su Tian has also heard the title of "Degenerate Street Card". Wen Yifan thought about it and decided to say in another way: "It's so good, I can do it—"

Su Tian: "Huh?"

"The level of the king of ducks."

"..."-

Sang Yan hadn't come back when Wen Yifan got home. It was less than eight o'clock at this time, she walked into the kitchen and happened to receive a WeChat from Sang Yan, saying that it was him who came back tonight.

She replied "OK".

Randomly cooked instant noodles, Wen Yifan sat at the dining table, biting the noodles, thinking about what happened today.

According to Sang Yan's behavior today.

Wen Yifan felt that he should also have a good impression of her, but she didn't know how much it was. After all, this person is the most disturbed person she has ever seen to play cards.

Even think again.

Wen Yifan felt that what happened today can also be explained by Sang Yan's thought that "you take advantage of me, and there is no reason for me to be a **** man."

She wants to be foolproof.

After all, if it is clearly stated, the other party does not actually mean it.

It is estimated that the two of them will no longer be able to rent together.

Do not know why.

Wen Yifan also, quite like this state.

After eating, Wen Yifan washed the dishes and chopsticks and returned to the room. Doing all the work before going to bed, she lay on the bed and flipped through various news apps bored.

After a while, Wen Yifan opened Weibo.

I accidentally clicked on the message list, and when he saw the tree hole blog, Wen Yifan looked a little bit stagnant and stretched out his hand to click away. Staring at the content of her last submission, she struggled and started typing in the input box.

[Anonymous coding, how do you chase someone you have offended? 】

After successfully sending, Wen Yifan quit Weibo.

Putting the phone aside, she thought about it again. Wen Yifan turned sideways, curled up into a ball, his sleepiness gradually rose, and enveloped her.

When he was about to fall into a dream, Wen Yifan heard the phone vibrate.

Very clear in a quiet room.

Wen Yifan opened his eyes in a daze, reached out and picked up the phone, and glanced casually.

At this time, zero is just a few minutes past.

It was a voice from Sang Yan.

I don't know what he did to message her at this point.

Wen Yifan half-closed his eyes, slumped on the pillow, and opened it casually.

Sang Yan seemed to be still outside, and the background sound in his voice was a bit noisy and crackling. His voice is low and magnetic, mixed in it, but it is very clear.

"There are 68 days left."