Hard to Deceive

Wen Yifan's eyebrows jumped, and his heart was shocked inexplicably.

This.

How to pay it back.

Fraudulent corpse? ? ?

And what does it mean to throw a question mark.

Wen Yifan looked away, staring at himself and uttering those five words.

——Happy New Year^_^

For a while, Wen Yifan still felt illiterate.

What she said should be a blessing, not a foul language...

Don't say it yet.

This act of throwing a question mark alone is quite bluffing.

Wen Yifan was shocked by him across the screen.

The reaction is like seeing a person who is old and dead.

No matter what the other party said, even if it is a blessing message, you have to throw a question mark.

Wen Yifan hesitantly typed in the dialog box: [You know I am]

Before the knock was finished, she noticed from the corner that someone was passing by her. Wen Yifan raised his eyes subconsciously and found that Sang Yan had walked about one meter in front of her and stopped beside a girl.

The girl is thin and has her head down quietly. It's like looking at the phone.

Reminiscent of the conversation between Sang Yan and his mother, this should be his sister.

Wen Yifan still had an impression of this little girl. She met in high school, named Sang Zhi, six or seven years younger than Sang Yan. At that time she was still small, born like a porcelain doll, and Wen Yifan had to bend down to talk to her.

They all look almost as tall as her now.

Sang Yan said lazily: "Little devil."

Sang Zhi raised his head: "What are you doing."

Sang Yan: "I heard that you have been under a lot of pressure recently?"

Sang Zhi was very perfunctory: "No."

Sang Yan continued to ask for himself: "Because it is about to take the college entrance examination?"

There was only one person between Wen Yifan and them.

At this distance, they speak as clear as a TV series in front of them. She didn't want to listen to it deliberately, and she still kept coming to her ears—

"Did you say it."

"I want to do so much," Sang Yan said slowly, as if to implement the task assigned by his mother, "Your brother, I didn't study at the beginning, and I won't be admitted to Nanwu University. Besides, although your qualifications are not good, we The family also has money for you to repeat."

"You don't study? Do you think I don't remember it?" Sang Zhi looked at him, his tone started to annoy. "Don't worry, you were admitted to Nanwu University after desperately working hard. I could go to Nanwu University with my eyes closed."

"..."

"Also," Sang Zhi said again after complaining about this, "I heard from my mother today, you quit your job?"

"..."

"Surely not?"

Sang Yan tilted his head: "What's the matter with you?"

Sang Zhi also began to say to himself: "Are you fired, sorry to say?"

Before Sang Yan could speak again, his cell phone rang. He looked down and suddenly said, "If you can't listen to what I say, then let you'brother' come to comfort you?"

"Wha—" It may be that seeing the caller ID, Sang Zhi muted the sound instantly, and after a few seconds he whispered, "No."

After that, Sang Yan didn't say much, and went back to the pavilion to answer the phone.

calm down.

Although Wen Yifan didn't quite understand some words, the fact that she was forced to eavesdrop on the words of people she knew at close range still made her a little uncomfortable. Fortunately, she also wore a mask on her face, which gave her a sense of security.

Wen Yifan lights up the screen again.

I noticed that if the input box has not been sent yet, I feel that it is not appropriate, so I reached out and deleted them all. She wanted to euphemistically confirm whether the other party knew that this was her WeChat account. After thinking about it, she only cautiously replied: [? 】

Probably it was still on the phone, but the other side didn't reply immediately.

Stared at it for two seconds.

Wen Yifan suddenly realized a problem.

Even if Sang Yan really blocked her.

But her circle of friends.

But no.

shield.

Sang Yan.

"..."

Thinking about this, Wen Yifan immediately clicked on his circle of friends.

There are too many things during this period. The last circle of friends was more than two months ago. I was still in Yihe City at the time, and it seemed to be sent when I went to the clean bar with my colleagues.

Wen Yifan's eyes fixed.

What caught my eye was a selfie of her and her colleagues.

The other people in the photo show their teeth, smile brightly, and pose for various photos. Wen Yifan sat in the lower left position, his skin was so white that he was overexposed, he only looked at the camera gently, his lips curled in a shallow arc.

The facial features are extremely clear.

...

The team gradually lined up into the toilet, just as a few people came out of the cubicle at the same time, it was her turn. Wen Yifan recovered, put the phone back in his pocket, and walked in.

After a while, Wen Yifan walked out.

The sink is shared by men and women, in the middle of the men's and women's toilets, two to three meters wide.

Wen Yifan turned on the faucet and his brain was a little confused.

So in the bar before, he just pretended not to know himself.

The group sent blessings deliberately not to her.

Seeing her head of news, the reaction was frustrating.

Wen Yifan raised her head, and through the mirror in front of her, she could see Sang Yan who was still standing in the original position. He looked like he had finished the call, with one hand in his pocket and the other hand playing with the phone.

I don't know if there is any news from her.

The next moment, Wen Yifan saw Sang Zhi also coming out of the toilet and walked to the sink next to him. But the faucet may be broken, and there is no water when it is turned on.

Wen Yifan just ran out of space, so he made room for her: "You use this."

Sang Zhi immediately said, "Thank you."

When she met Wen Yifan, she seemed to be stunned.

Wen Yifan didn't notice, retracted his eyes, and walked out while taking out his phone. Lights up, the interface still stops in the chat window with Sang Yan.

He didn't even give her half a punctuation mark this time.

Wen Yifan understood the reason and was silent for a while, and couldn't bear to enter the sentence "Shall we delete each other" in the dialog box.

It was deleted soon.

Seeing the two question marks they had just faced, Wen Yifan had a meal, and suddenly felt that this chat log was full of gunpowder, and it meant, "You fool, would you **** throw question marks?"

But she didn't mean to argue with him.

Wen Yifan didn't want to be upset in the festival, thinking about how to back down.

She typed a word.

【that】

Staring at the question mark sent by Sang Yan and the word "happy" sent by herself, she hesitated and continued tapping.

[Unhappy is fine. 】

"..."

After successfully sending, Wen Yifan also got closer and closer to where Sang Yan was. As she passed by, she lowered her head uncomfortably, and saw that he had clicked on WeChat from the corner of her eye.

The man has long eyelashes drooping, staring at the content on the screen.

I don't know if it is an illusion, Wen Yifan seemed to hear him sneer.

Her back stiffened.

Continue to walk a long way.

Wen Yifan's feeling of guilty conscience that didn't know where it came from finally subsided until the distance was separated. She looked at the screen again and still did not reply as she expected.

She sighed and didn't have the time to think about it.

Feeling that it took a long time for him to go, Wen Yifan didn't dare to delay any longer and quickly returned to the shooting point.

Not much different from when she left.

Decorations in the square, plants and small buildings are wrapped in a circle of colored lights, bringing the festive atmosphere. There are people coming and going, and there are staff members who are maintaining order, and they are beaming.

All the preliminary preparations are ready, just waiting for the arrival of the new year.

Qian Weihua and Zhen Yu are chatting. Fu Zhuang stood beside them, listening very well, without saying a word. Seeing Wen Yifan returned, he immediately leaned in cautiously.

Fu Zhuang is a newly recruited intern in the first two weeks and is a senior this year. People are not as good as their name, not tall and thin, like a bamboo pole. Zhang Zhengtai's face is long, but he has a subwoofer in a very contradictory way: "Sister, if you come one step later."

Wen Yifan thought something was wrong: "What's wrong?"

Fu Zhuang said painfully: "You might only see my frozen body."

"..." Wen Yifan nodded, "Thank you, I am missing a topic."

"In your eyes! I'm just a topic!" Fu Zhuang accused her, trembling with cold, but her voice was vigorous, "Damn, I'm so **** cold, the wind blows out my nose. ."

Wen Yifan looked at him.

Most boys at this age want demeanor and not temperature, and Fu Zhuang is no exception. He only wore a denim jacket, and his lips were frozen purple when he saw that there was no anti-freezing effect at all.

Besides, he was still thin, as if he would be blown down by the sea breeze in the next second.

"The beach would have been colder, so I will wear more clothes when I come out to run the news." Wen Yifan took a warm baby from his pocket and gave him, "put it in your pocket to warm your hands."

"Hey, no need." Fu Zhuang never thought about taking her things, "Sister, take it yourself, you girl must be colder than me."

"But I already have two in my pocket." Wen Yifan said, "There is no place for this."

"..."

This time Fu Zhuang took it without burden, and incidentally said: "By the way, sister, have you seen the firework show before?"

Wen Yifan said, "But I have never seen such a large one."

Fu Zhuang: "Is it useful to make a wish with this thing?"

Wen Yifan: "No."

"..." Fu Zhuang murmured, "I will only have one, the wish to find a girlfriend next year."

Wen Yifan smiled: "That's not even more."

"Sister Yifan, what are you doing like this!" Fu Zhuang yelled, "Then I make a wish to grow five centimeters taller! Can a boy grow taller after he is twenty..."

This time Wen Yifan didn't hit him.

Speaking of this, Fu Zhuang pointed in a certain direction suddenly: "Hey, it's almost the same. My dream is to grow this tall. I'm satisfied with being half a head shorter than him."

Wen Yifan looked over and was silent for an instant.

Coincidentally, Fu Zhuang refers to Sang Yan.

I don't know whether to say that they are too fate, or to say that he is still in the dark.

Standing at a distance of ten meters away, he was leaning against the railing, his coat was swollen by the wind, his chin was slightly curled, and he casually played with his mobile phone.

Sang Zhi, who had just been with him, no longer knew where he was going.

"He is exactly my ideal figure." Fu Zhuang sighed, "Can you put my head on his body under the witness of the sky and fireworks today."

Wen Yifan looked back and said amusedly: "Why don't you steal his face too."

Fu Zhuang obviously also had this idea, and the meaning of vacillation in the words was obvious: "Isn't it not good to take the two?"

"..."

Qian Weihua suddenly called them.

I probably felt that I had ignored them for too long, and I started to feel a little ashamed, so I called them very professionally and talked about the various precautions for live broadcasting.

Time gradually passed.

New Year's Eve is approaching, and the atmosphere is getting more and more enthusiastic. The LED display on the tall building in the distance has begun to count down, and the people around are full of voices. At the last minute, someone started to shout at the number.

"——59, 58, 57."

...

"——5, 4, 3."

"--2!"

"--1!"

At the same time the last sound fell.

Countless fireworks rose upwards, pulling lines of different colors in the night, and then exploding forcefully at a certain position. The dappled light bloomed all kinds of flowers, blooming one after another.

The people present raised their mobile phones, found a shooting location that they thought was the best, and recorded the picture.

When Qian Weihua had nothing to say, Wen Yifan also took out a few photos with his mobile phone.

Blocked by the person in front, he moved to look around.

The whole process lasted more than ten minutes.

Before he knew it, Wen Yifan was pushed outside by the crowd and reached the railing. Noting that the firework show was almost over, she was about to go back to find Qian Weihua when she was suddenly hit by someone passing by.

Wen Yifan leaned forward a few steps uncontrollably.

Then hit someone.

She immediately backed away, raised her head, and subconsciously said: "Sorry."

When she blurted out, she realized that the person she hit was Sang Yan. At this moment, he was looking down at her, his expression unclear, he seemed to be calling someone.

"——Well, I am going back."

Out of courtesy, Wen Yifan bit the bullet and apologized again.

Sang Yan lightly looked at her for a while, and then nodded at her.

It seemed to be indicating that I heard it.

As Wen Yifan walked back, he faintly heard him say something to the person on the phone.

"happy New Year."

Back next to Qian Weihua, Wen Yifan touched his face in hindsight. Touching the mask still on her face, she stopped and her nerves relaxed.

Blocking his face, he shouldn't recognize it... right.

...

the other side.

The university roommate and friend on the other end of the phone, Qian Fei, was talking in a whisper, but he was interrupted twice and was silent for a few seconds: "Oh, I don't care when you go home, okay? But still Thanks, brother, happy new year to you too."

Sang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Thank you."

Qian Fei: "Aren't you blessing Dad?"

"Can you stop being passionate?" Sang Yan dragged his final tone and said lazily, "I didn't tell you."