Hard to Deceive

Wen Yifan still vaguely remembered.

After he reported his name casually at the time, Sang Yan just dragged his accent and said "Ah", and said nothing afterwards.

Now that I think of it, she can somehow make up for his mental journey at the time, probably first-"I want to hear how much your name is", then-"Wen Yifan?", and finally- "Oh, that's all."

That arrogant appearance is almost the same as it is now.

But perhaps because of his age, he was not as happy as he was when he was a teenager; or perhaps it was just because he had not seen him for many years, and the two became strange. Compared to the past, his indifference almost covers all emotions.

Happened to the subway station.

Wen Yifan took out his mobile phone while flipping the subway card from his bag. Seeing Zhong Siqiao's WeChat, she replied a few words casually. Then, she suddenly remembered that there seemed to be someone like Sang Yan in her WeChat.

After more people used WeChat in the past two years, Wen Yifan also registered an account. At that time, she directly selected the address book to import, and there was Sang Yan's number in the phone, so she also sent him a friend application.

I probably agreed with it easily.

Since the addition to the present, the two have never said a word.

But Wen Yifan felt that when he passed, he probably didn't know that this person was her.

Because she had already changed to Yihe's number at that time.

Thinking of this, Wen Yifan clicked on the address book, scrolled to the "S" column, and found Sang Yan. Clicked on Sang Yan's portrait, glanced at his empty circle of friends, and quickly withdrew.

There is no circle of friends.

Maybe she was blocked, or deleted her early?

Still, the person she added was not Sang Yan at all.

People may have changed their phone numbers long ago.

Wen Yifan hesitated for a few seconds at the delete button, and chose to quit.

Not sure after all, she has no habit of deleting people.

Let him lie down here silently, as if it wouldn't hinder anything.

Go home.

Wen Yifan first called the landlord to discuss the cancellation of the rent.

The landlord is very nice, because I have heard her talk about the situation many times and sympathized with her as a girl living outside, and soon agreed. It is said that if she wants to move now, both the deposit and the rent paid in advance can be returned to her.

Wen Yifan expressed his gratitude.

After solving this problem, she turned on the computer and started visiting the rental website.

After walking around, I couldn't find a suitable one.

Because Nanwu's house is really hard to find.

In the first-tier cities, one bedroom and one living room are fully furnished, near Shang'an, and the public security is good. According to what Wen Yifan has seen, the cheapest rent a month is three or four thousand.

This is indeed difficult for her current economic situation.

Wen Yifan had a headache.

Just say to Zhong Siqiao: [Qiaoqiao, I plan to move. 】

Wen Yifan: [When you are free, help me ask your friends if there are any suitable rental houses. 】

Soon, Zhong Siqiao made a phone call.

Wen Yifan picked it up.

Zhong Siqiao felt strange and went straight into it: "What's the matter? Why are you suddenly moving? Didn't you pay three months' rent at that time?"

"Neighbor harassment." Wen Yifan succinctly recounted what happened today calmly, "I called the police early this morning and quarreled with him to the police station. Now he has been detained for five days, I'm afraid he will retaliate later. It's better to move."

"..." Zhong Siqiao was dumbfounded, and only reacted for a long time, "Are you okay? Why didn't you tell me about this."

"It's okay. He didn't do anything too aggressive before, so he knocked on the door. It was three or four o'clock when he went to the police station, and the police were there. It was safe. There was no need to let you go." Wen Yi Fan said, "How far are you here? It's still in the middle of the night."

"I'm sorry." Zhong Siqiao felt very guilty, "I thought this house was pretty good, cheap and close to your work..."

"You apologize for what, I might have to sleep on the street without you helping me find a place to live." Wen Yifan laughed, "And I also think this house is very good. If there is no neighbor, I would plan to rent it for a long time. "

"Oh, what are you going to do? Do you want to come to my house first during this time?"

"No, didn't your sister-in-law just gave birth to a second child?" Wen Yifan said, "I'm going here, I'm afraid it will make them uncomfortable, and I'm afraid it will cause them trouble. It's okay, I moved after I found a house. "

There are many people in Zhong Siqiao's family. In addition to a married elder brother, there is also a younger sister who is in high school, who still live with their parents. She usually helps take care of her sister and nephew after get off work.

Knowing the situation of his home, Zhong Siqiao didn't mention it again, and sighed again.

"Then you want to go to your mother?"

"I didn't tell her that I went back to Nanwu."

"Huh? Why?"

"Too busy, let's talk about it later." Wen Yifan broke the topic, half joking, "Think about the urge to regret this moment. Today, I saw my neighbor's legs are as thick as a bucket. It takes half an hour to cut with a knife."

"..." Zhong Siqiao couldn't help but complain, "What you said is too scary."

"So I'm not afraid?" Wen Yifan said slowly, "If he harbors a grudge and wants to retaliate against me later, maybe there will be such a possibility—"

"what?"

"I won't even be able to beat him with a chainsaw."

"..."

hang up the phone.

Wen Yifan opened another rental website and scanned it again. After watching for a long time, she didn't see a suitable one, so she simply turned off the computer and got up to take a shower.

There is no such thing as anxious about moving. It would not make any sense if he went to the doctor and found a new place to live, but it was not as good as the current one. On the contrary, it consumes energy and material resources.

Wen Yifan thought that if he didn't find a new place in five days, he would wait until that time to find a way.

The next day is the last day of 13 years.

Nanwu Municipal Government and Nanwu Radio and Television organized a New Year's Eve fireworks show, which was divided into two viewing areas, namely Huaizhu Bay Resort and Dongjiu Square. Tickets are free, but you need to book the lottery through the online platform in advance.

Only citizens who have made an appointment and won the signing can participate.

When Zhong Siqiao made an appointment earlier, he chose the Huaizhu Bay viewing area. After winning the lottery, she also invited her to go.

Wen Yifan didn't waste her quota.

This event was approved in the station two weeks before the event, and Wen Yifan had to work overtime as usual to live broadcast. But unlike where Zhong Siqiao went, she went to East 9th Square.

Wen Yifan applied for an interview car with Taili.

The group went over to make preparations in advance, and the one who drove was Qian Weihua, her teacher. In addition to them, Fu Zhuang also followed, plus an old reporter Zhen Yu as an on-camera reporter.

By that time, there was still a long time before the fireworks show started.

The square has three entrances and exits ABC, divided into three non-interconnected viewing areas. There were already a lot of people at the scene. At this time, they were checking admission tickets and ID cards at the door, and they entered the venue one after another.

They are just one of the groups assigned in the station, and they are assigned to area A.

In addition to them, many other TV stations and newspaper reporters arrived.

After finding a suitable shooting spot, Qian Weihua began to debug the equipment. This is a relatively large-scale event. There are many people and there are no fixed seats. There are people of all occupations and ages.

It may be that seeing the camera feel novel, and gradually a circle of people around, rustlingly speaking to this side.

The square was shrouded by sea and night, and tall buildings lined up in the distance, shooting out colorful bands of light. The sea breeze was dyed with low temperature, wet and damp, and rushed towards the face, digging into the bones along the gap.

Wen Yifan hadn't fully adapted to the cold and humid weather in Nanwu, and the period just came today, which made him feel uncomfortable again.

She flipped out of her bag and put on the hood.

Stand for a while.

Wen Yifan glanced at the time and planned to go to the bathroom when he was free. Qian Weihua and Zhen Yu were still communicating with the studio, and she didn't bother them, so she spoke directly to Fu Zhuang.

After walking for a hundred meters along the sign, I finally saw the public toilet. There is also a dilapidated small pavilion next door, full of people sitting there, resting or waiting.

The toilet space is not large, and the female team has been discharged five meters outside the door.

But there was no one at the door of the men's room.

The two sides are in sharp contrast.

Wen Yifan resignedly went to line up.

Bored, she took out her phone and swiped Weibo for a while. After a while, she heard a shallow conversation coming from a short distance away. One of the voices is somewhat familiar.

Wen Yifan looked along.

The small open space outside the pavilion was brightly lit and somewhat dazzling.

She squinted her eyes a little, and while her vision was clear, she saw Sang Yan who had just met yesterday in that area again.

There is also a feeling of hallucinations.

From this angle, only his profile can be seen.

The man looked indifferent, leaning against the pavilion, wearing a military green windshield jacket, looking shoulder-width apart. He wiped his hands with a tissue, looking as if he had just come out of the toilet.

Slightly arched, talking to the middle-aged woman sitting on the bench nearby.

The woman looked up at him: "Alright?"

Sang Yan: "Yeah."

The woman stood up: "Then you wait here, she's still waiting in line. I'm going to find your dad first."

"..." Sang Yan stopped, slowly raising his eyelids, "I have to wait for someone to go to the toilet?"

"Isn't this crowded?" the woman said, "and I lived with your dad in a two-person world, what are you doing with you?"

"So what did you ask me to do?" Sang Yan smiled angrily. "Bring you kids?"

The woman patted him on the arm, seemingly relieved: "You must have realized this a long time ago, your mother and I don't have to rack my brains like I do now to break the reason."

Sang Yan: "..."

Before leaving, the woman said again: "By the way, you have a heart-to-heart talk with your sister. I think she seems to be under a lot of pressure recently, and she has lost a lot of weight during this time."

Sang Yan pulled the corners of her lips, wanting not to smile and said, "Shall I talk to her?"

Woman: "Well, what's the matter?"

"I have a generation gap with her not only because of my age," Sang Yan took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and said in a leisurely tone, "——Gender also. So leave it to you."

Silent for three seconds.

The woman only said ten words: "I can't call you now, am I?"

"..."

After the women left, Wen Yifan realized that he had been listening to them. The team moved forward at this moment, she withdrew her attention and took a few steps forward.

Sang Yan in the back is no longer visible at this position.

About a minute passed.

Zhong Siqiao sent her three messages.

Zhong Siqiao: [[/Picture]]

Zhong Siqiao: [I was surprised. 】

Zhong Siqiao: [The blessing message I sent to him politely before, he never returned, I thought he didn't need this WeChat anymore. 】

Wen Yifan clicked on the picture to see.

It is the chat history between Zhong Siqiao and Sang Yan.

Sang Yan sent a message.

It looks like a group message, with only four words: [Happy New Year. 】

Upon seeing this, Wen Yifan subconsciously exited the chat window and glanced at the unread messages.

Sangyan was not seen.

But Sangyan's profile picture in her newsletter is the same as in the screenshot.

So it should be correct.

Then why didn't she receive the group message...

He would never be so careful and deliberately not send it to her.

Or is it not grouped?

But not long ago, he was still being taught by his mother under his nose, and he never saw that he had so much idle time to send blessing messages to people one by one.

Thought for a moment.

Wen Yifan felt that the greatest possibility was just as he had previously thought.

He has deleted her.

Thinking about it this way, she thought of the miscellaneous people in her address book and simply edited a group message to eliminate those who had blocked her.

Not long after it was sent out, there were a dozen responses immediately.

Wen Yifan opened from bottom to top, one by one, and occasionally responded with a few sentences.

When he clicked on the top one, Wen Yifan was taken aback.

Because she found out in horror.

The person who responded to the news was the fuse she wanted to send on a whim. It was the person who had just mistakenly thought that she had been deleted, and was still standing a few meters away from her.

He only sent a symbol.

Sang Yan: [? 】

"..."