Hard to Deceive

Sang Yan's eyelashes drooped, staring at the few drops of water that had gathered on the back of his hand and then fell downward, his Adam's apple slowly rolling. Soon, he raised his eyes again and asked in a dumb voice: "What's the matter?"

She was motionless, making no sound, only tears in her eyes uncontrollably.

It seems that it can only be used this way.

Silently, in this empty night, digest the pain alone.

Sang Yan raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears on her face. I felt that the extremely cold tears seemed to have turned into lava at this moment, making his whole body hurt. His throat was dry and he was somewhat speechless.

After a long while, he shouted: "Wen Shuang Jiang."

Wen Yifan's eyes remained on his knees.

"You ask me if I have had a bad life these years."

"..."

"What about you." Sang Yan's voice was very soft, "How are you doing?"

The two rented together for more than a year.

After Wen Yifan's first sleepwalking, Sang Yan checked the relevant information. I know that there are many reasons for this condition, most of which are caused by lack of sleep and life pressure, as well as some trauma and painful experiences in the past.

Combining Wen Yifan's work and rest with work pressure, Sang Yan didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Wen Yifan's sleepwalking frequency is not frequent, and the regularity is not great, and Sang Yan has noticed that she seems to care about it. Later, when she sleepwalked again, as long as it didn't have any big influence, he would not take the initiative to mention it.

But Wen Yifan sleepwalked so many times.

This is the first time Sang Yan has seen her crying while sleepwalking.

Sang Yan didn't know if anything else happened to Wen Yifan today. But according to her reaction today and his memories, the biggest reason she is crying here now is the man tonight.

he does not know.

Has she been entangled by this so-called "uncle" for so many years?

He didn't know either.

Is it true that every time after experiencing these unhappy things, she would be alone, crying silently this night.

Lasted for several minutes.

Wen Yifan's tears stopped completely. She raised her eyes mechanically, looked at Sang Yan, and stood still for a while. Sang Yan still held her hand and stood up unexpectedly following her movements.

Then, Sang Yan faintly noticed that she seemed to hold his hand back. His eyelashes moved, and he followed behind her, thinking it was his own illusion, and tried to loosen his hands.

The hands of the two have not separated.

Wen Yifan still held his hand.

Sang Yan's eyebrows raised lightly.

I thought that Wen Yifan would be like before, and ran to his room to sleep after sleepwalking. Unexpectedly this time, when she passed the second bedroom, she didn't stop, she still walked forward.

Sang Yan didn't care too much.

After all, she does not necessarily do the same thing every time she sleepwalks, there are always some deviations.

Sang Yan continued to be led forward by her.

Until he walked to the door of the master bedroom, Wen Yifan raised his other hand and unscrewed the door knob. She walked in and took him in.

After the two came in.

Wen Yifan turned around habitually and closed the door slowly. Her behavior is extremely natural, not much different from her usual appearance, just a little stiff and slower.

Walked all the way to Wen Yifan's bed.

Sang Yan was thinking about putting her back on the bed, and when she returned to the room again when nothing else was unusual, she felt Wen Yifan lift her foot onto the bed. The force holding him is still not loose, as if trying to pull him to the bed together.

At this moment, Sang Yan realized that something was wrong.

"You let me sleep with you?"

Wen Yifan raised his eyes and looked at him quietly. He looked obviously without any consciousness. But inexplicably, Sang Yan has a kind of feeling. She has found some treasure in her dream and wants to secretly get back her small base and take it as her own.

She doesn't have much strength, Sang Yan can actually drive as soon as she earns.

But he always had a hunch.

If she breaks free, she will have to weep again like just now.

Although the two had previously slept in the same bed several times.

But Sang Yan feels that being in her private space and occupying her space are two different concepts. He stood there without moving, and patiently made a suggestion: "Then go to my room, okay?"

Wen Yifan did not respond.

There was a stalemate for a while.

Seeing that she didn't seem to give in.

Sang Yan compromised again and didn't care about this trivial matter. He lowered his eyes, swept across the bed, and then lay on the empty side. He always felt a little uncomfortable, no sleep at all, he only covered the quilt for Wen Yifan.

She was still holding his hand, as if finally letting go, her eyes gradually closed.

Sang Yan lay beside her, looking down at her.

For a long time, he raised his head and gently kissed her forehead.

...

Early the next morning.

Wen Yifan opened his wistful eyes, and the first reaction he could feel he was being held. Her eyelashes moved slowly, and she suddenly understood something. But because this kind of thing happened a lot, she didn't care too much.

She only woke up to herself.

Until his consciousness was completely clear, Wen Yifan raised his eyes and looked around. The remaining sleepiness dissipated in an instant, and she immediately noticed what was wrong.

――This is her room.

Wen Yifan was stunned and looked back at Sang Yan dull.

Seeing that he was also awake at this time, his eyelids were lazily drooping, and his expression was still a bit sleepy. Sang Yan didn't care about her appearance when he noticed her gaze. He closed his eyes again, hugged her waist extremely presumptuously, and pulled a little into his arms.

As if wanting to sleep a little longer.

"..."

This calm and natural appearance made Wen Yifan wonder who the two of them had the problem.

She couldn't help but said, "This is my room."

Because just waking up, Sang Yan's voice was a little low: "What?"

Wen Yifan: "Why are you here?"

"What is it, why am I here?"

"..."

"Your attitude still makes me very sad." Sang Yan's forehead touched the back of her neck, in a leisurely tone, "You count it for yourself. You set the fire a few times, and this is the first time I light the lamp. ――"

"No." Wen Yifan interrupted him and said with a good temper, "I just wanted to ask why you are here."

"Oh." Sang Yan smiled, "Why do you say?"

"..." Wen Yifan turned his head.

Sang Yan also raised his eyes.

The eyes of the two met, and a few seconds later, Wen Yifan made a guess: "Are you sleepwalking too?"

Sang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Of course not."

"Oh." Wen Yifan guessed again, "that is, you have a nightmare in the middle of the night, or you are afraid of watching ghost movies and dare not sleep alone. So did you come to my room in the middle of the night?"

"Nor."

"Or, you just want to sleep with me."

This time Sang Yan took the initiative to give an explanation: "You sleepwalking in the middle of the night."

Wen Yifan nodded: "Well, what then?"

Staring at her face, Sang Yan's eyes were dark, and he stretched out his hand to stroke her face slowly. Then, he lifted his lips and finished his words calmly: "Bring me to your room."

"..."

Wen Yifan imagined the scene.

She was sleepwalking in the middle of the night, suddenly becoming more powerful, ran to Sang Yan's room, and easily carried him, a man who weighed more than 70 kilograms.

?

You fucking! Such words can be said! ! !

Wen Yifan suppressed his emotions, his tone was calm and calm: "Should I hold you...?"

Sang Yan didn't answer, as if he was tacitly acquiescence.

"I can still..." Wen Yifan felt that Sang Yan was completely fooling her as a fool, but he couldn't say it directly. He could only point out his logic step by step, "Can I hold you?"

Sang Yan looked at her expression, lowered her chin suddenly, and laughed to herself. He still didn't intend to change his tune, and sighed extremely shamelessly: "I didn't expect it either."

"..."

Wen Yifan didn't argue with this cheeky anymore. After all, this was completely different from the previous few times. He knew it was a fantasy and didn't need any evidence to prove it.

The two looked at each other again for a few seconds.

Wen Yifan suffocated four words: "Then I'm pretty good."

"..."

"man."

Sang Yan hummed, and wanted to pull her back to sleep.

Mentioning the words "men," Wen Yifan remembered what happened when the two met for the first time. Her mind was dizzy, and she wanted to mention this inexplicably: "Except for the name--"

Sang Yan glanced at her.

Wen Yifan continued: "My strength seems to be better than your man."

"..."

It's almost time to go to work.

After talking about Wen Yifan, I regretted it a bit. Fearing that Sang Yan would care about her, she immediately got up, dropped a word and ran towards the bathroom.

"I'm going to make breakfast and you continue to sleep."

When Wen Yifan finished washing, Sang Yan was no longer in her room. The quilt has been sorted by him and spread on the bed. She stared for a few seconds, still not sure why he appeared in her room.

I feel that my last guess is the most reasonable.

But according to Sang Yan's character, Wen Yifan felt that he could not do such a thing.

Wen Yifan couldn't figure it out, so he could only ask the client for a while. She changed her clothes and walked out of the room towards the kitchen. She flipped through the refrigerator, observed the ingredients in it, and planned to cook the noodles.

Just taking out the vegetables, Sang Yan also went into the kitchen, habitually taking out a bottle of ice water from the refrigerator.

The eyes of the two met.

Wen Yifan looked down, stopped on the bottle of ice water in his hand, and raised it again. Freeze frame again for a few seconds. She didn't say anything, walked to the side to get the pot, and asked gently, "Is it okay to have noodles for breakfast?"

Sang Yan stopped moving. After a short while, he silently put the ice water back.

"Row."

One night passed, and most of Wen Yifan's bad mood had disappeared. She filled the pot with water while paying attention to his movements. Upon seeing this, the corners of her lips curled up, somehow she wanted to laugh because of this little action.

Sang Yan walked to him and washed the side dishes and balls.

The two of them talked with each other.

Originally, Wen Yifan wanted to make breakfast, but in the end most of it was done by Sang Yan. She sat at the dining table, sipped the soup, and wanted to ask Sang Yan again why she woke up in her room.

Instead, Sang Yan said first: "The temperature drops."

Wen Yifan: "Huh?"

Sang Yan raised his eyes and said casually: "The man who said it was your uncle yesterday, I seem to have seen it somewhere."

"..."

Wen Yifan's expression was slightly stunned, and he thought of Che Xingde last night. She retracted her eyes gently, bit her face, and said honestly: "Well, you saw him when you came to me before."

"You seemed to say at the time," Sang Yan considered his words, "you don't know him."

"Yes." Wen Yifan nodded and said gently, "Because I don't like this person. Every time I see him, I hide away, and I don't want to have anything to do with him. Whoever asks me, I always talk to this person. do not know."

"..."

Wen Yifan smiled and said, "What's wrong?" Sang Yan's eyes were placed on her face, as if observing her expression. His expression was unclear, he couldn't see what he was thinking, but he didn't seem to have any doubt about her words: "This person has been pestering you?"

"No." Wen Yifan lowered his head and continued to eat noodles. "I haven't seen him since I was in college. I thought he had been in Beiyu. I don't know when he came to Nanwu."

Sang Yan still looked at her, but did not speak this time.

Yu Guang noticed his gaze, and Wen Yifan raised his head. She thought about it, and could roughly guess his thoughts, and added: "I never thought I would meet this person again. I have always had a good time."

Sang Yan pulled his lower lip: "That's fine."

As soon as the words fell, there was silence at the dinner table.

Wen Yifan didn't know what to say, and only felt that what happened last night was just an episode, and there is no need to mention it again. But she didn't know what the uncle's family was like now.

She didn't know if they were still living in Zhao Yuandong, or if they had settled in Nanwu, let alone whether they would return to Beiyu.

Wen Yifan felt that Nanwu was a big city.

If you just meet by chance, you won't be able to meet a few sides in a lifetime.

But Wen Yifan felt faintly disturbed.

He didn't know if the person Mu Chengyun mentioned earlier was Cha Xingde, or if he knew about Sang Yan's existence, he would find her in this way.

She didn't know what their intention was to suddenly move back to Nanwu.

I don't know if they will pester her.

Although Wen Yifan felt that there was no reason.

But also worried about this possibility.

Thinking of this, Wen Yifan looked at the man in front of him again. Thinking of Che Xingde's trouble in his bar last night, her lips gradually straightened, and she said, "Sang Yan."

Sang Yan: "Huh?"

Wen Yifan actually has nothing to worry about, nor is he afraid that these people will spoil her life. No matter what, she is no longer the child who could only be sent under the fence, without any ability.

She didn't think these people could do anything.

But she was afraid that it would affect Sang Yan.

Wen Yifan met his eyes and seriously ordered: "If that person went to'work overtime' to look for you yesterday. No matter what he tells you or finds what he wants, you don't have to pay attention to him."

Sang Yan looked at her, noticed her look, laughed low, raised his hand and rubbed her head vigorously. As if not paying attention to this matter at all, his tone was a bit playful: "What are you worried about."

"..."

"If you brought up things a year ago, you can get me wrong, how can I dare to talk to people casually?"

Hearing this, Wen Yifan instantly remembered the "You laughed with four girls all night" that he mentioned when he was drunk. Her attention was instantly turned away, a little embarrassed.

If it weren't for this drunken talk, she wouldn't know that she was paying attention to this matter.

"Also, except you," Sang Yan smiled, "Do you think anyone can get something from me?"