Hard to Deceive

His profile is sharp and sharp, his eyelashes are slightly drooping, and he looks in a good mood.

Inexplicably, even if this is the content in the photo, Wen Yifan still has a hot face. It's as if I went back to the moment when I took the photo through the screen, the moment I was stared at by Sang Yan.

After Wen Yifan touched his ear, he turned off the screen uncomfortably.

Sang Yan's behavior was blatant, without any cover up. The strong sense of existence can also be felt through the photos.

When I saw it at this time, Wen Yifan didn't know why he hadn't noticed his sight at all.

Soon, Wen Yifan thought of asking Sang Yan for a photo before, and he directly refused to say "No".

She bends her lips.

A few seconds passed.

Wen Yifan re-lighted the screen and slowly saved all five photos. She opened the photo album, selected one of them, carefully cut it out, and turned it into a photo of only the two of them.

...

Qian Weihua drove the car directly to the site of the collapsed tunnel.

This area is a construction site, with a mountain next to it, and the tunnel has not yet been fully completed. Although they rushed over from Nanwu as soon as they got the news, many media reporters had already arrived at this moment.

All came from all sides.

For fear of collapsing again and causing secondary damage, the scene was stopped by a cordon, leaving a safe distance. The railway bureau and the construction unit established a rescue team and dispatched many rescuers from Nanwu.

Eight workers were trapped in the collapsed tunnel. The situation is still unknown.

Based on the drawings and on-site conditions, the rescue team worked out several rescue plans after meeting and discussion. They tried to open a few vents first to contact the trapped people.

And then opened up a channel to transport food.

During this period, Qian Weihua had communicated with the rescue team many times, and basically received a rejection answer. It was not until the situation stabilized that the rescue team reluctantly agreed and found someone to take them in to take a picture of the situation.

Only Qian Weihua and Wen Yifan entered, and Mu Chengyun was left outside.

The tunnel is deep and long, and the endless place is blocked by the collapse of the sand, becoming closed and secluded. The light inside is gloomy, and the ground is full of mud and stones, piled into small slopes, messy and noisy.

Hundreds of rescue workers wore uniform clothes, coming and going. A group of people are carrying pipes, or holding various equipment, all busy with their own affairs, and they have no time to take care of others.

Wen Yifan has also made many reports on the collapse, but this is the first time he has encountered such a serious incident.

I felt shocked just looking at it.

For safety reasons, the rescue team does not allow media reporters to stay for too long.

They just went in and roughly recorded a portrait, and then they came out. Back in the car, Qian Weihua sent the filmed video to the station, and Wen Yifan also turned on the computer to write the manuscript.

Mu Chengyun suddenly said, "Sister Yi Fan, what's wrong behind your ears?"

Wen Yifan was at a loss: "Huh?"

Qian Weihua, who was next to him, also noticed immediately and frowned: "Why did you bleed and when did you get it?"

Hear

At this point, Wen Yifan took off the makeup mirror and glanced. I noticed that a small hole was cut behind my ears, and blood was bleeding right now, which looked a bit shocking.

Wen Yifan lowered his head, turned out the paper towel from his bag, and said calmly: "Maybe it was scratched by gravel when I went in."

Mu Chengyun murmured: "Doesn't it hurt?"

Wen Yifan smiled: "Fortunately, it hurts when you say it."

There are always accidents in this line, and Sang Yan was injured last time because of protecting her. After that, Wen Yifan's bag will be equipped with iodophors and band-aids for emergency treatment of wounds.

Wen Yifan used a paper towel to stop the bleeding, simply handled it, and then put a large band-aid on it.

The entire rescue process lasted four days and three nights.

All eight workers were rescued, but one of them was hit in the brain by a falling rock and was seriously injured. Although the rescue team has been encouraging and appeasing, but also because of the condition of the injured, the mental condition of the remaining seven is not good.

Once rescued, he was taken to the hospital immediately.

Afraid of missing something, Wen Yifan and his party basically never left the scene during this period. Most of them take turns to rest in the car, or go back to the hotel for a simple wash and rush back.

After returning from the hospital, Qian Weihua sent them back to the hotel to rest after sending the video and press release back to the station.

After all, the next step is to run everywhere, looking for experts, the injured and other relevant personnel for interviews.

It's a long time.

The hotel was booked by Mu Chengyun. It was near the accident site. The location was a bit remote and the environment was not good. I only booked two rooms for a total of five days, and I plan to change it later in a follow-up interview.

Wen Yifan has one room for a girl and one room for the other two men.

It took more than half an hour to take a shower.

After coming out, Wen Yifan applied medicine to the wound again and then lay down on the bed.

I haven't touched the bed in the past few days, and Wen Yifan still feels unreal at the moment. She was so sleepy that her eyelids were sore, but she turned on her phone to check the unread messages.

Because there was not much time, Wen Yifan took the time to reply to the latest news.

The answer was also perfunctory, basically because the other party asked something, she simply answered a few words.

Wen Yifan opened the chat window with Sang Yan.

In the previous interface, she was usually the one who accounted for the most, but now she has become Sang Yan. The countdown he had observed before, after being implemented for a period of time, gradually changed from a voice bar to a simple number.

Looks extremely impatient.

But since Wen Yifan came to Beiyu for a business trip, the numbers have changed back to voice bars. And after discovering that her reply was extremely slow and perfunctory, after the countdown, he would add a sentence: "Received reply."

Today’s voice has one more sentence behind it.

"Come back and get me an apple."

Wen Yifan glanced at the date and realized that it was Christmas Eve today. There are only single digits left until Sangyan’s birthday. She sighed, feeling that she might not be able to make it past.

Had it not been for this business trip, Wen Yifan would have been on New Year's Day holiday this year. Moreover, Nan Wu did not hold a fireworks show this year, so she probably won't have to work overtime.

then.

It should be possible to spend the New Year with Sang Yan.

Wen Yifan sighed and replied: [I am at the hotel, ready to sleep. 】

Wen Yifan: [Happy Christmas Eve. 】

After thinking about it, she sent another little apple emoticon and continued: [I will show you with your eyes first, and then I will use the real thing to make up for you. 】

Wen Yifan was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes. After replying, he turned off the screen. But Sang Yan returned quickly, and the phone vibrated the next moment. She opened her eyes in a daze, then clicked again.

There are four voice bars, one will go down after the broadcast.

Sang Yan: "Sure."

Sang Yan: "Go to sleep, remember to lock the door."

Sang Yan: "Don't run around sleepwalking."

The last one.

"I really want to sleepwalking around the room by myself." His tone was domineering, procrastinated, still arrogant and owed, "The victim can only be me, you know?"

In the next few days, Wen Yifan ran around this small city as usual. The follow-up interview went smoother than she had imagined. Apart from the bad attitude of some interviewees, there were basically no major problems.

Sang Yan seemed to be busy too, and began to work crazy overtime in the last few days of the year.

Sometimes when Wen Yifan replied to him at three or four in the morning, he didn't even go home at the company.

Unconsciously, Wen Yifan ushered in a new year in this city.

Although working overtime day and night, Wen Yifan still failed to rush back before Sang Yan's birthday. Originally, she expected to go back on the 2nd, but there was one last interview that afternoon.

During this period of time, the three of them did not have enough rest. Qian Weihua did not plan to return on the same day, fearing that something might happen to fatigue driving at night. Coupled with the coincidence of a holiday, high-speed rail tickets have been robbed long ago.

Wen Yifan is gone.

Early that morning.

Wen Yifan pinched the time and sent a message to Sang Yan: [Happy birthday^_^]

Wen Yifan: [I ordered a cake for you, and it should be delivered to home at noon. 】

Wen Yifan: [If you have a gift, I will give it to you again. 】

Sang Yan: [It's quite sincere. 】

Sang Yan: [It's worth noting that I reported the total number of seventy days. 】

Wen Yifan blinked: 【But I should not be able to go back today, I will go back tomorrow. 】

Sang Yan: [Oh. 】

next moment.

Sang Yan sent a voice over, with a lazy tone and seemed a little sleepy.

"Then be my birthday this year tomorrow."

After a while.

Another one.

"One day left."

...

The next afternoon, Wen Yifan and Mu Chengyun ran to the hospital. Qian Weihua went to the scene of the accident alone to make the final report. The three were divided into two batches, and they worked together.

Wen Yifan interviewed survivors of serious injuries.

He just regained his sanity yesterday, and Wen Yifan finished communicating with his family and made an appointment this afternoon. After finishing the interview, go back and finish writing the manuscript, and the final work of this business trip is completed.

After leaving the ward, Mu Chengyun glanced at the time: "Sister Yifan, shall we go back to the hotel now?"

Wen Yifan nodded and was about to speak when a male voice suddenly sounded not far away. Muddy and hoarse. Her expression paused slightly, and she looked over, and saw a man sitting in the front row of the chair in the next department.

Looking at about 30 or 40 years old, his complexion is very dark, wearing old clothes, he looks dirty. Her forehead wrinkles are very thick, and her face is wrinkled when she smiles, making her look particularly wretched.

At this time the man was talking on the phone, his voice was loud, and his voice was flattering. Did not look here at all.

Wen Yifan retracted his gaze and said without changing his face, "Well, go back and write the manuscript."

Back at the hotel, Wen Yifan turned on the computer, quickly wrote the manuscript and sent it to the editor. After reviewing the manuscript, she looked at the time and nodded. She froze for a while, feeling a little bored in the room.

Wen Yifan didn't want to stay in the room. He came to this city for a while, so he just went out and strolled around.

She took her room card and went out.

After only staying in the hotel for this time, the sky outside became gloomy, and large swaths of dark clouds were crowded together. Adding a cold filter to the city is particularly depressing.

To Wen Yifan, this city is not at all familiar.

She has only stayed here for two years, and most of the time she stayed at the school and the aunt's house, and she had no other pastimes at all. She didn't know anything about the fun in this city, only the fixed locations.

The hotel I currently live in is in the center of Beiyu, very close to her high school.

Wen Yifan wandered around aimlessly, and unknowingly walked to the familiar noodle restaurant. She stopped and looked at the storefront that had hardly changed from a few years ago with a dazed expression.

Wait for Wen Yifan to return to God.

She has entered the store.

The light in the shop is so dazzling, the decoration inside has not changed much, but some things have been replaced with new ones. The tables and chairs are still arranged in the original pattern, divided into two neatly side by side rows.

Even the boss in front of the cash register is still the same person.

But he was obviously older, his body rickets a little, and his hair started to turn white.

Wen Yifan felt like he had entered another world.

She paused for a few seconds, then raised her foot to sit in the same position she used to sit every time she came with Sang Yan. She lowered her eyes and stared quietly at the menu posted on the table.

Not long after, the boss discovered her existence and asked, "What should I eat."

Wen Yifan raised his head: "A bowl of wonton noodles."

As soon as the voice fell, the boss recognized her. He looked surprised, got up and walked closer to her, smiling very kindly: "Little classmate, it's you? You haven't been here for a long time."

Wen Yifan nodded: "Well, I didn't live in this city after the college entrance examination."

"That's it." Seeing her coming by alone, the boss' lips moved, as if he wanted to ask something, but he didn't say anything, "Then wait, I'll do it."

"Yeah." Wen Yifan nodded, "No hurry."

The boss went into the kitchen.

Only Wen Yifan remained in the shop. she was

I looked at the phone and didn't see any movement on WeChat.

At this moment, there was a sudden rattle outside. The squeezed clouds finally couldn't bear the weight, and the heavy raindrops smashed down and collided with the concrete floor, making a loud noise.

The whole world has become blurred.

The wet and cold air diffused into it, making people sober, but could not help but lose consciousness.

In this familiar environment, in a daze, Wen Yifan has a kind of return to the previous appearance. She looked at the empty seat opposite, as if she could see Sang Yan who was sitting silently across from her when she was young.

From the first sight, he was so proud that he would never bow his head and live recklessly, but at the last meeting, he asked her softly, "I'm not that bad, right."

He even attributed his behavior to the most embarrassing word "tangling".

For so many years, Wen Yifan seems to have never fought for himself. She always shrinks in her own protective shell, lives in a way of life, does not dispute with others, and does not have excessive feelings for anyone.

Even to Sang Yan.

She seems to put herself in a safe position.

Try to be out of bounds as much as possible, try to make yourself able to retreat.

Only dared to slowly put the hook on him.

Waiting for him to bite the bait and deliver himself to the door himself.

But at this moment, Wen Yifan suddenly didn't want to put the initiative on Sang Yan's side. She didn't want Sang Yan to be just the person who paid.

She didn't want Sang Yan to say something like that.

Now he still wants to lower his head again because of her.

The noodles were delivered at this time.

The boss showed a familiar smile: "Quickly eat, it makes me a little embarrassed. I have been in this craft for many years, and there is still no change. It's rare that you can come back to join in."

Wen Yifan responded with good.

The boss was still talking, returning to the cashier's position: "Why is it raining so suddenly, it's so cold..."

Wen Yifan lowered his eyes, staring at the hot face in front of him. He was struck by the mist, a little hot inexplicably. She blinked vigorously, took up the phone with courage, and called Sang Yan.

Listening to the beep on the other end, Wen Yifan's mind was a little empty.

I don't know what I should say next.

It rang three times.

I picked it up on the other end.

As if he was sleeping, Sang Yan's voice was a little hoarse, with a little impatience of being awakened: "Say."

Wen Yifan called him softly: "Sang Yan."

He was silent for a few seconds, seeming to be a little more sober: "What's the matter?"

Although the answer seemed clear, she was still afraid and worried about the unknown.

She has a lot of concerns.

I am afraid that it is really my own illusion;

I'm afraid that all he likes is the self in high school;

He was afraid that after being together, would he suddenly discover that she was actually not as good as he thought.

But this moment.

Wen Yifan wants to follow

He showdown.

Want to tell him clearly.

I want him to feel that he is not, always just the one who paid unilaterally.

The boy who can cross a city many times and sit on the high-speed train alone for an hour, just to see her, the behaviors he did were not the "entanglement" in his imagination.

She actually cherished those times as if they were treasures.

Just never dared to think about it, and never dared to mention it again.

At this moment, Wen Yifan clearly heard the sound of his heartbeat: "Do what you said before still count?"

Sang Yan: "Huh?"

"You said, if I chase you," Wen Yifan stopped, suppressing the tremor in his voice, and said word by word, "You can consider it."

As soon as the words fell, the head was muted. Everything calmed down.

Can't even hear the breathing.

"I just wanted to tell you about this situation in advance." Wen Yifan was a little bit speechless with nervousness. She didn't know how Sang Yan would reply, and tried to finish the rest. "Then you think about it first. "

After speaking, Wen Yifan hung up the phone without waiting for him to reply.

There was a moment of silence.

Wen Yifan stared at the phone she put on the table, and there was no more movement.

Like this, I gave her an answer.

Wen Yifan didn't know how to describe his current mood.

a long time.

Wen Yifan lowered his eyes and ate the noodles gently. The taste is indeed the same as before, the soup base is very weak, and the noodles are not chewy at all, very average.

She was not too hungry, but slowly, she finished all the noodles.

The sky outside gradually dimmed.

The rain is still heavy, and there is no tendency to stop at all.

Wen Yifan put down his chopsticks and looked outside, looking peaceful and quiet.

Perceiving her gaze, the boss took the initiative to mention: "Little classmate, I'll give you an umbrella. The rain will not stop for a short time. You see when you have time to come again, and I can return it at that time."

Wen Yifan shook his head and smiled: "I want to sit for a while."

I should not come again in the future. Wen Yifan thought.

So she wanted to see this place again, hoping to remember it a little longer.

I hope that when I get old, I still remember that there was such a precious place. It turned out that there was still such a place for her to take a break during that breathless time.

Time passed bit by bit.

Noting that the sound of rain outside was getting smaller, Wen Yifan slowly recovered. She did not stay any longer, packed up her things, and was about to get up to talk to the boss and leave individually when there was a movement at the door.

Wen Yifan looked around, his expression was taken aback.

As far as the field of vision was, only the sudden figure of Sang Yan was left. He was wearing a pure black windshield jacket, and his collar slightly blocked his chin. Holding a transparent umbrella in his hand, his shoulder was slightly wet.

After entering the door, Sang Yan did not look elsewhere.

Directly met her sight.

this moment.

Everything seems to have slowed down, like entering an old movie.

The small noodle shop has maintained the same appearance for many years, looking run down and nostalgic. There is an unknown Hong Kong drama in the store, which is very chronological, and the background music is mixed with the sound of rain.

Behind the man, there was still that big raindrops, misty.

He penetrated those who came.

Looking like a dusty man, he finally found the traveler back home.

The boss said at this moment: "Handsome man, what do you want to eat?"

As if he still remembered the boss, Sang Yan raised his eyes and smiled. He used the same address as before, and said politely: "Next time, uncle. I'm here to pick up people this time."

The boss raised his head: "It's you."

Sang Yan nodded.

"I just saw this little classmate come alone, and thought you two are no longer in touch." As he said, the boss looked at both of them, "---great."

As if thinking of the past, the boss sighed.

"After so many years, you are still together."

Hearing this, Wen Yifan's fingers stiffened.

Sang Yan didn't explain anything, only nodded: "We are leaving now, and we will come back to Beiyu, and will come to take care of your business again." He looked at Wen Yifan and reached out to her: "Come here."

Wen Yifan stood up and walked in his direction: "Why are you here?"

Sang Yan lowered his eyes and stared at her: "You were on the high-speed rail when you called."

Wen Yifan said.

Sang Yan opened the umbrella and said casually: "Let's go."

Wen Yifan also entered the umbrella. Because of the phone call just now, she was a bit embarrassed to stay with him now, and she took the initiative to find something to say: "How do you know I am here."

"Come to Beiyu," Sang Yan said, "I'm used to coming here."

"..."

The two went out of the shop and walked along the street.

The city is backward and has not changed much in so many years. Further forward, there is the alley where the two have walked many times. Going in the other direction is the bus stop where Sang Yan waits for the bus every time he comes and every time he goes.

The two walked forward in silence.

I don't know how long it took, Sang Yan's footsteps suddenly stopped.

Wen Yifan then stopped.

Surrounded by the sound of rain overwhelming the sky, heavy flapping on the umbrella surface, almost to cover all the sound. The raindrops fell on the puddles on the ground, blooming one after another small flowers that only bloom for a moment.

This grand rain curtain is like a huge protective cover.

Separate them from the world.

Sang Yan looked down at her and suddenly shouted: "Wen Shuangjiang."

Hearing this name, Wen Yifan's heart beat hard and raised his eyes unexpectedly.

"As for me, I have always felt that this kind of remark is very hypocritical, and I feel embarrassed to only say a word." Sang Yan's eyes were dark, as if it was longer than the bottomless night, "I have to say it once in my life."

Wen Yifan looked at him indifferently.

"I haven't found it yet?" Sang Yan bent down a little, and gradually got closer to her. The youthful spirit between his brows and eyes was the same as before, "For so many years, I still--"

His words followed the raindrops and slammed down hard.

It is as if it hit her, her heart.

"I only like you."