Hard to Deceive

This remark reminded Wen Yifan of the fact that Sang Yan said last year that his relatives had come to his family, and he did not go home to sleep in the whole new year. She moved her lips, a little speechless, and then suffocated for a long time: "I don't have any concept of holiday, you just need to stay with your family."

"My relatives are exhausted," Sang Yan smiled, "Do you think I am a person who likes holidays?"

Wen Yifan didn't know what to say, took a bite of the apple, and continued watching the movie.

But his mind didn't put it on top.

Thinking of the news of Zheng Kejia just now, and how Sang Yan could perceive her emotions in an instant, Wen Yifan didn't know how to describe his current mood.

Those bad emotions seem to be being replaced by other things.

Not bad.

Only Wen Yifan felt a little bored.

Partly because of the mess at home.

But more because of Sang Yan and his own practice.

Even if she knew that she was not going home in the New Year, Sang Yan didn't know the reason and didn't ask anything. Maybe it was afraid that this would be a topic that embarrassed her, so I just followed her approach and came straight to accompany her.

But she has always avoided these.

When encountering such a thing, the only response is to escape. I don't want to mention anything at all.

He wanted to know, but she didn't want to say.

Then he thought he didn't want to know.

Wen Yifan made up his mind and suddenly shouted: "Sang Yan."

Sang Yan's eyes were on the TV, and he casually responded, "Huh?"

"It was Zheng Kejia who just sent me a message," Wen Yifan also watched the TV, pretending to mention it usually, "she said my mother asked me if I would go back to celebrate the New Year this year."

"..."

"But the relationship between me and my stepfather is not very good." Wen Yifan paused and finished the rest of the words. "My father died not long after my mother remarried."

Sang Yan looked at her immediately, and the joke on her face gradually faded: "When is it?"

Wen Yifan was quiet for a few seconds, and said truthfully: "A higher semester."

"..."

"Yes," Wen Yifan's tone was a bit difficult, "I was halfway through class, when I was called out by the teacher--"

The memory was pulled out in an instant, back to the afternoon of the new semester.

Wen Yifan remembered that it was an extremely cold winter.

The windows in the classroom are closed tightly, the air is not circulating, but there is still cold air blowing from nowhere. Her fingers were frozen and stiff, and the words she wrote were not the same as usual.

Wen Yifan was a little drowsy listening to the hypnotic words of the math teacher.

At this moment, Zhang Wenhong suddenly appeared at the door. Holding a mobile phone in her hand, her expression was a little hurried and flustered, and interrupted the teacher's lecture: "Sorry, Teacher Chen."

Math teacher: "What's wrong?"

"Something." Zhang Wenhong looked at Wen Yifan, "Yifan, come out."

For some reason, when he saw Zhang Wenhong's figure, Wen Yifan had a bad feeling. It seems that before something big happened, God gave the person a buffer out of mercy.

But she only thought it was a small matter. I feel that at most I have to take a training session, or call the parents over, and feel that what will happen next is just the "big event" that I often experience at that age and the sky has fallen.

The eyes of the surrounding students immediately turned to Wen Yifan.

Even Sang Yan, who was lying on the table, straightened up slightly.

Wen Yifan immediately became sober, a little at a loss, put down the pen in his hand and walked in the direction of Zhang Wenhong.

Zhang Wenhong pulled her aside to talk.

As if he was afraid of irritating her, Zhang Wenhong's tone was gentler than ever, and the sympathy in the words was obvious: "You go in and pack up your things. Your mother just called me and said to pick you up now."

"..." Wen Yifan was stunned, "What's wrong?"

"Your father..." Zhang Wenhong finished with difficulty, "The situation is not very good."

...

At that moment, Wen Yifan felt like he was dreaming.

There was no warning about these words, her mind was blank, she only felt that it was a fantasy, and she heard extremely inexplicable words. But she didn't dare to refute the teacher's words, and clearly felt that her whole body was shaking.

Wen Yifan returned to the classroom blankly.

She stood there and pulled out the schoolbag in the drawer.

There was a crash.

The things inside were driven by her strength and spilled on the ground.

The math teacher stopped talking again, frowned and said, "What's the matter?"

Wen Yifan turned his head blankly, and returned to his senses: "Nothing. Sorry teacher."

After speaking, Wen Yifan slowly picked up the things on the ground, and the classmates sitting next to him squatted down to help. She whispered "thank you" and stood up.

Wen Yifan carried his schoolbag and was about to leave.

Before leaving, she looked inexplicably in Sang Yan's direction.

He was still sitting on the spot, his expression unclear, his eyes fixed on her.

The eyes of the two met.

Wen Yifan pressed his lower lip vigorously and turned his head out of the classroom. Holding the fake note given to her by Zhang Wenhong in her hand, she walked quickly toward the school gate, and her mind was full of what Zhang Wenhong had just said.

Your father is not doing well.

Happening.

not too good.

What does this mean?

Why is her father's situation bad.

Her father is obviously fine.

Some time ago, I told her that I will go home some time later.

Passing the false note to the security guard, Wen Yifan left the school and flipped the phone out of his schoolbag. She turned it on, as if she wanted a confirmation result, immediately called Zhao Yuandong.

After a while, the other end was picked up.

Zhao Yuandong's voice was crying, obviously he had just cried: "A Jiang..."

at this moment.

Wen Yifan believed exactly what Zhang Wenhong said. Her lips moved, but they seemed to be choking in her throat, unable to speak a word. I don't want to listen to Zhao Yuandong's words.

"I asked your uncle to pick you up, but it will take a while for him to pass." Zhao Yuandong reluctantly stabilized her voice and finished speaking, "You can directly take a taxi to the city hospital, and your uncle will go down and pick you up."

"..." Wen Yifan responded softly, "Okay."

Wen Yifan hung up the phone and walked to the station next to the school.

Nanwu No. 1 Middle School is a closed education, and the school's geographical location is also too low. Wen Yifan waited for several minutes, but did not see a taxi coming.

A bus just happened to come, and Wen Yifan didn't wait any longer and got on the bus directly.

At this point, there was no one else in the car except her and the driver. Wen Yifan walked toward the back of the car, feeling extremely empty in his heart and the world was crumbling.

The car started.

It drove forward for a few seconds, then suddenly stopped.

Wen Yifan sat in the position, leaning forward with inertia. She raised her eyes and saw the front door of the bus opened. The boy climbed into the bus, thanked the driver, and walked in her direction, panting slightly.

"..." Wen Yifan said, "Why did you come out?"

"Suddenly I don't want to go to class." Sang Yan sat next door to her and said casually, "Try the taste of skipping class."

If it was normal, Wen Yifan might still say a few more words after him. But at this moment, she didn't have any mood to make a joke, just pulled the corner of her lips, and then lowered her eyes.

Strangely, tears seemed to follow his arrival and also flowed up.

A few seconds passed.

Sang Yan asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"..." Wen Yifan looked at him again, trying to shake his head.

But tears fell completely uncontrollably at this time.

Drop by drop, smashed down heavily.

Wen Yifan felt embarrassed and immediately turned his head away. She tried her best to endure the tears, and her whole body began to tremble. She was extremely contradictory, feeling that the journey was extremely long, but hoped that she would never reach the end.

She couldn't see Sang Yan's expression behind her.

Just think.

The world she was in had completely collapsed at this moment.

But the next moment.

Wen Yifan's breath was occupied by the sandalwood incense on the boy. Her body froze, her eyelashes were slightly raised, and her vision was covered by the boy's blue and white striped school uniform. There were still tears in her eyes, and they fell silently.

Through the jacket.

She could hear Sang Yan's voice.

It was so light that it was inaudible, as if it was a little soothing.

"So I can't see it."

...

Wen Yifan remembered that it was very cold that day, and the sky was gloomy, covered by large thick clouds, as if it was about to press on the ground in the next second. In the early afternoon, there was no trace of sunshine.

Her gaze was still sideways, looking out the window. His body was contaminated by the warmth remaining on the boy's clothes.

It was the only thing Wen Yifan could feel at that moment.

Wen Yifan kept his original posture, motionless. After a long time, she raised her hand to pinch the corner of her coat. The strength gradually increased, and the back spine slowly relaxed.

All the patience disappeared in an instant following her move.

Wen Yifan's tears seemed to be endless, and there was a choke in his throat uncontrollably.

Sang Yanan next door was quiet and said nothing.

Silent company. Just tell her in this way that he is right by.

Before arriving, Wen Yifan reluctantly controlled his emotions. She seldom cries, and her eyes hurt a little at this time. She wiped away the tears with her sleeves, then took off Sang Yan's coat and turned her head to the side.

Noting her movement, Sang Yan also looked over.

The two looked at each other.

Wen Yifan silently retracted his eyes and blocked his sight with his hair.

Silent and speechless.

After waiting for the car to report to the station, Wen Yifan got up.

Sang Yan, who was sitting outside, made room for her and let her go down first. He didn't seem to know what to say, he only followed behind her, silent more than ever before.

After getting out of the car, the chill came again, and he did not hesitate to wrap around. Fearing that Sang Yan would catch a cold, Wen Yifan handed his coat back to him, speaking with a heavy nasal voice: "It's cold, you put it on."

Sang Yan took it over: "Yeah."

Knowing that he must have run out because of her, Wen Yifan sniffed, and said, "You go back to school. Don't skip class, the teacher will be angry. Then you will have to ask your parents again. I'll be here after a taxi. , My mother will also come to pick me up."

Sang Yan was silent for a few seconds before responding, "Okay."

After a while.

Wen Yifan raised his eyes to look at him, and said seriously: "Thank you."

Thank you for coming.

Give me the strength to support.

At least it makes me feel that the journey here is not as difficult as I imagined.

This bus cannot go directly to the city hospital. Wen Yifan can only get to this station first and then take a taxi.

A taxi arrived, and Sang Yan stopped her silently. Then, he tilted his head and his voice seemed a little heavy: "Wen Shuangjiang, I don't know what happened to you."

So I don't know what to say.

I'm afraid of saying the wrong thing, I'm afraid that it will poke her scars even more, and I'm afraid that everything will be counterproductive.

Therefore, I would rather not say anything.

"I'm not a very talkative person," Sang Yan bent down and stared into her eyes, and solemnly finished speaking, "But no matter what, I will always be with you."

At that young and frivolous age.

Most people speak only on an impulse, and don't think too much, and don't think about whether they can do it this way. When I get older, I might forget it as a gossip, or as a dispensable and unfulfillable past.

Even Wen Yifan at that time felt that Sang Yan's words were just a word of comfort.

A casual reassuring.

But a long time later, Wen Yifan only knew.

It turned out not to be so.

Sang Yan will always keep his promise.

As long as he said the words.

No matter what obstacles, no matter how difficult, he will do his best to realize it.

Wen Yifan's thoughts gradually retracted. She continued to bite the apple and glanced at Sang Yan by the way. After listening to her, he lowered his eyes slightly, and from this angle, the light seemed a bit dim in his appearance.

Fearing that such a heavy topic would make him feel at a loss, Wen Yifan added.

"It's also a long time ago."

Sang Yan looked back at her and looked sideways.

Wen Yifan blinked: "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing."

Just feel lucky.

At that time, I chose to skip class.

Sang Yan lowered his eyes and asked casually: "Then you moved your stepfather with your mother later?"

"Yeah, but I didn't get along well later." Wen Yifan skipped some of them and said roughly, "I moved to my grandma's place."

"Is it good for you?"

Wen Yifan didn't react: "Huh?"

"Your grandma." Sang Yan repeated, "Will you be nice?"

Wen Yifan was stunned, and smiled: "It's good, she loves my dad very much, so she loves me very much."

When she finished speaking, Sang Yan looked at her, and she seemed to relax a little: "What's the matter with your stepsister?"

"Ok?"

"One pair," Sang Yan snorted lightly, "looks familiar with you."

"No. Her personality is like that, and she is spoiled by her father." Sang Yan's words should be about Zheng Kejia's casual arrangement of drinks for her, Wen Yifan explained, "She is used to that. They are all the best, and they will never fail. If you don’t like it, others will help you solve it."

"It's just a little girl who was spoiled and grown up." Wen Yifan understands, speaks calmly and softly, "Her father loves her very much, plus I am a few years older than her, so I usually let my sister be."

"Let my sister?" Sang Yan smiled, "Where is the rule?"

"..."

Speaking of this, Wen Yifan's mind appeared to treat Sangzhi.

Before she could answer, Sang Yan suddenly leaned back, leaning against the back of the sofa. While sitting in this motion, he incidentally grabbed her arm and pulled it into his arms.

Wen Yifan leaned on him unexpectedly.

Then, he tried hard, hugged her back, and lifted her to himself. After that, there was no extra movement, just holding her quietly.

This posture is ambiguous and intimate.

As soon as he got close, Wen Yifan became a little nervous and looked down at him: "What's the matter?"

Sang Yan was very straightforward: "Hug."

"..."

"You said where did all your food go? Your bones hurt me so much." Sang Yanyan squeezed the meat on her arm, feeling like a big project, "When will I gain weight?"

Wen Yifan said immediately: "My friend said I am fat."

Sang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Who? I want to find you unhappy?"

"..." Wen Yifan straightened his lips, and couldn't help but smile, "Are there something wrong with you?"

I want her to gain weight.

Others said she was fat and started picking other people's thorns again.

Sang Yan looked at her and smiled, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Why are you still attacking personally?"

Wen Yifan was still laughing.

The living room is not quiet, except for the dialogue between the two, but also the background sound of the movie. It sounds intense and shocking, but no one cares about it anymore.

After a long while, Sang Yanyan touched the corner of her eye and suddenly called her: "Wen Shuangjiang."

"Ok?"

"Don't settle the **** that your stepsister said, and those stupid standards, do you know?" Sang Yan's eyes were dark, and he said slowly, "You think all the things in my house are bought randomly. of?"

Wen Yifan was startled, his lips moved.

"I picked everything for you. But if you don't like it, keep it and let it go." Sang Yan's tone was flat, but he seemed to be a little bit unhappy, "Also, what is your step sister? I'm used to that."

"..."

"Just the way you choose the object," Sang Yan stared at her, then kissed the corner of her lips suddenly, and said very arrogantly, "You should use the best for everything, understand?"

Go back to the room after watching the movie.

Wen Yifan recalled the content just now, and felt that the movie looked like it didn't look like, and he couldn't remember a few plots in the whole movie. Suddenly, she suddenly realized that she was totally unsuitable for watching a movie with Sang Yan.

As long as he is there.

It seems that her attention can only be on him, and the ordinary things of concentrating on watching movies will become a century-old problem.

This is the case every time.

Wen Yifan pursed his lips, his body still seemed to be stained with the breath of Sang Yan, as if his hug was only a second thing. She recalled the picture of herself sitting halfway on Sang Yan, her face disappeared again.

She calmed her breath and decided to take a bath and calm down.

Entering the bathroom, Wen Yifan took off his clothes and turned on the shower.

Gradually, Wen Yifan's thoughts were empty, and he remembered the paragraph after paragraph that Zheng Kejia had sent.

She only remembered one word at the moment.

When Zheng Kejia complained, he was talking about "them".

So it means that this time it's not just Che Yanqin coming like last time. There may be Su Liangxian and Wen Ming, and... Thinking of this, Wen Yifan remembered the middle-aged man he had seen in Beiyu Hospital earlier.

It's Che Xingde.

Che Yanqin's younger brother.

Maybe he is here too.

Although Wen Yifan didn't want to care about these things, every time he thought of these people, his mood would still be affected uncontrollably. But amazingly, when I think about it at this moment, she only feels that there is no waves.

Even if it has an impact, it seems to be only half a star.

Light enough to be ignored.

All emotions are occupied by another person extremely domineering. There is no remaining space to hold other things.

Wen Yifan suddenly touched the corner of his lips.

It seems as long as he is there.

Then all the bad moods can disappear without a trace.