Hard to Deceive

Wen Yifan hadn't reacted too much, the sweetness of sugar remained in his mouth. She wanted to ask why there was so much sugar in this bag, why did he eat her mouth, but she was instantly distracted by his words.

"Is it sweet?"

Sang Yan's eyelashes drooped and the end of his eyebrows lifted slightly.

Wanting to confirm again, Wen Yifan put the sugar on his hand into his mouth and tasted it again: "I feel fine."

"..."

"Will you chew it better?" Wen Yifan raised his head and made a suggestion. "This is nougat. If you chew it, the milk should be a bit stronger and not so sweet."

"..." Sang Yan sometimes felt that he was picking up a stone. He seemed to be a little speechless, and reminded in a low voice, "It has nothing to do with me or not, understand?"

"But it will taste better if you chew it." Wen Yifan took another one and put it to his lips, "Is it really not?"

Staring at her for a few seconds, Sang Yan didn't refute this time and opened his mouth obediently.

Seeing that he didn't dislike the smell too much, Wen Yifan bends his lips. She also stuffed one into her mouth, which was really delicious, and then sealed her mouth.

The two went out of the square and walked in the direction of the parking lot.

The flow of people went from dense to sparse, from a bright and lively place to a dark and quiet street. Wen Yifan took Sang Yan's hand and saw a bunch of lovers who kissed me by a car on the side of the road.

Her gaze stopped, and she remembered the matter of Sang Yan just licking sugar from her mouth.

Wen Yifan suddenly realized something and stopped.

Sang Yan tilted his head: "What?"

"I just reacted, what you meant just now," Wen Yifan paused, without any tactfulness, and described the matter straightforwardly, "Is the candy from my mouth still sweet?"

"..."

The quiet street, with the wind of late autumn, brought the sound of hula la in my ears.

The two looked at each other.

Wen Yifan felt that his reaction just now was too cold and boring. She dropped her head suddenly, opened the bag again, and took a candy from it. Without asking Sang Yan's opinion this time, she just stuffed his mouth directly, somewhat tough.

"..." Sang Yan was unprepared, his tooth was bumped, and it hurt slightly.

The next moment.

Wen Yifan grabbed his collar and pulled it down. She bit his lip and pushed her teeth away. She is not very good at doing this kind of things, her movements are jerky than his, and the process seems slow.

It lasted for a long while.

Aware of her difficulties, Sang Yan bent over, pressed the tip of his tongue against the sugar, and slowly pushed it into her mouth. Wen Yifan hooked, took a few steps back after eating the candy, and met his dark eyes again.

"Oh." Wen Yifan said calmly, "it's pretty sweet."

...

Back in the car, when Wen Yifan habitually leaned over to fasten the seat belt to Sang Yan, he saw that he was still smiling. Her expression was stagnant, and she couldn't help it: "What are you laughing at."

Sang Yan tilted his head, Li Guoqian on his lips: "Wen Shuangjiang, tell you something." Wen Yifan: "What?"

Sang Yan reached his teeth, still feeling a little numb. He looked a little bit defiant, and looked as if he felt like a sweet pastry that was being scrambled by everyone, and said arrogantly: "Be gentle next time."

"..." Wen Yifan was silent for a few seconds, really didn't feel that he was exerting any force, "You're quite--"

Then he suffocated two words: "Fatty."

Sang Yan, who always thought he was a big man, cheekily acknowledged at this time.

"Yes."

"..."

Why are you still happy to be a sangjiao flower now?

Wen Yifan started the car, did not continue the topic, and casually mentioned: "It seems that I forgot to buy my car again."

Wen Yifan was busy with work during the National Day holiday, and then Sang Yan was injured again, which caused her to forget this early. She thought about it, and then asked, "Will it be cheaper to buy before the Spring Festival?"

"After the Spring Festival," Sang Yan remembered this before, but there have been too many things recently, and he has forgotten to remind her, "I will go with you when that happens."

Wen Yifan nodded. Just at the red light, she stopped the car and remembered something again: "By the way, the landlord told me before that I want to recycle the house and let us move out before March next year."

"March next year..." Sang Yan groaned for a moment, pretending to ask her for her opinions implicitly, "Shall we talk about love for another half year?"

Wen Yifan was stunned: "Ah."

Sang Yan’s lips became deeper and he said lazily: "Ah what, I want to ask you something."

"Isn't it good?" Wen Yifan had a feeling of being caught off guard and being dumped. He was not as good as him, and felt a little stunned. "How come I have only been talking about it for half a year all of a sudden."

What is his criteria for mate selection?

Isn't it the scorer if you don't share it?

"..."

Sang Yan's eyebrows jumped, although this is indeed a bit ambiguous, but he never expected to get such an answer. He squeezed her face hard, and snorted, "Say something human."

When Yu Guang saw the green light, Sang Yan let go.

Wen Yifan continued to drive and gradually reacted. She had just been taken aback, she was also a little depressed at the moment, and muttered: "Why are you talking so freely recently."

Sang Yan looked at her coolly.

Wen Yifan thought about it, but he didn't know how long it takes for ordinary people to fall in love before they get married. After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't figure out why, so I just asked him: "I don't pay too much attention to others. How long do other people usually talk about getting married?"

"Huh?" Sang Yan said without formality, "It usually takes a few weeks."

"..."

Sang Yan said casually, "It's still a long time for us."

"Oh."

Wen Yifan retracted his thoughts and thought about it for a while. She actually doesn't have a big standard for this matter, and she can do it when she feels right. But her current job is not stable yet, and she works overtime in two or three days.

Although Sang Yan's work is also, it is not as irregular as hers.

After thinking about it, Wen Yifan still wants to wait for the work to stabilize before considering this matter. She estimated the time in her heart, and felt that she had to stretch it a little longer: "That--"

"Ok?"

"Let's talk for another year or two?"

"..."

Although he never thought that he could get a long-term result, Sang Yan didn't care too much about the time, after all, it was a matter of time. If this girl wants to have a longer relationship, talk about it.

Anyway, it was with him.

The two talked again, and Sang Yan did not disturb her driving afterwards.

He leaned back in his chair, his eyelids drooped, and he was a little sleepy for some reason. In this calmness, Sang Yan once again recalled the topic of dance that Wen Yifan had just mentioned, and his mood gradually became worse due to this.

In high school, Sang Yan only saw Wen Yifan cry twice.

Once on the bus, another time, she was called to talk by her dance teacher.

Sang Yan didn't know what they said, but just happened to see her coming out of the office at that moment. He wanted to stop her, but before she was born, she hadn't walked in the direction of the classroom, but instead walked in the direction of another teaching building.

Looking at the mood is extremely depressed.

Not knowing what she was going to do, Sang Yan paused, then followed up.

He saw Wen Yifan walk to the stairwell next to the reading room. There were basically no other people at that time. As if losing her soul, she walked down several floors and sat down in the corner.

There was no sound.

After a while, her shoulders trembled lightly, as if holding back crying.

At that time, Sang Yan didn't know exactly what was going on, but she could also guess that she might feel sad and powerless because of her foot injury that affected dancing.

I think there is no way.

He could only sit quietly behind her, unable to speak any comforting words.

But to this day, Sang Yan knew why she really cried.

The pain she endured in high school.

Both seem to be the prologue that day.

That day, his Ah Jiang was abruptly broken his wings.

...

Driving the car back to the community, Wen Yifan was about to get off, and suddenly noticed Sang Yan's absent-minded appearance. She leaned over, shook her palm in front of him, and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Sang Yan returned to his senses and looked at her for a while: "Wen Shuangjiang."

"Ok?"

"I intend to keep walking with you, so I will tell you something like this." Sang Yan met her eyes, changed her usual sloppy appearance and was too serious, "Except for looking for someone else, you want to go. I will support you for everything else."

"..."

"Don't let your life go well, don't you know? Your life is still very long," Sang Yan said to her with broken hair scattered on his forehead, "It's not too late to do what you want."

Wen Yifan understood his words instantly.

She moved her lips, trying to say something, but couldn't say anything at this moment.

She didn't seem to have to give any response. After speaking, Sang Yan rubbed her head vigorously, "Listen?"

Wen Yifanner nodded: "Yeah."

Sang Yan: "Okay, then go home."

After getting out of the car.

Wen Yifan took the initiative to hold his hand and said softly, "Sang Yan, what I just told you was the truth."

"Ok?"

"I used to think that my family members lied to everyone because they felt that dancing was expensive, and it was difficult for me to continue to choose this matter." Wen Yifan said, "but I think it doesn't matter now. That's why I want to take the initiative to tell you."

Sang Yan squeezed her fingertips.

"I am different now. At the time I felt that I was weak and could not do anything." Wen Yifan said slowly, "I don't think rebuttal and telling are useful, so I just stay silent."

Because there is no dependence.

"But now I can do whatever I want, and I don't need to look at other people's faces." Wen Yifan said, "It's like when my dad didn't pass away, because he supports me whatever I want."

She pursed her lips and said, "Then, I have you now."

I don't know when it started, Wen Yifan is extremely sure, she has relied on again.

“I really think it’s good to be a journalist now. All of my energy has been put on this over the years. I am not willing to give up being a journalist now and do other things.” Wen Yifan thought about it and laughed. Get up, "But I can be like you."

Sang Yan's throat slipped and looked at her: "What?"

"Don't you have a top-notch side job?" Wen Yifan said seriously, "I want to continue dancing someday later, and I can treat this as my side job."

Sang Yan smiled: "It's okay."

The two walked over to wait for the elevator.

Wen Yifan was facing him, half leaning against the wall. In this quiet atmosphere, she inexplicably wanted to say something hypocritical: "Sang Yan, do you think you were sent by my father to treat me well?"

Sang Yan raised his eyelashes and denied quickly: "No."

"..."

Two seconds passed.

He added leisurely: "I volunteered."