Hard to Deceive

Back home, Wen Yifan took a box and packed up the handmade candy. The topic of moving was just changed by Sang Yan's words. She wanted to mention it again, but she thought that there were still months left, and she was not too anxious.

Wen Yifan, as usual, cleaned Sang Yan before returning to the room.

He didn't seem to tell his family about Sang Yan's injury. These days, Wen Yifan heard him make several phone calls with his home, the general purpose is to let him go home for a meal.

But Sang Yan always shirks because of the injury on his hand, so that his parents seem to have great opinions on him now.

Sang Yan didn't care about it.

It seems to be used to this kind of treatment a long time ago.

Wen Yifan guessed that he probably wanted to wait until the weather turned cold after a while and he could wear a jacket to cover the wound before going back. She sat on the bed and flipped her phone at random.

When he noticed Zhao Yuandong's news, Wen Yifan remembered what Zheng Kejia had told Sang Yan today.

She clicked in.

Only glanced at the latest news.

[A Jiang, can mom see you? 】

Wen Yifan stared at her for a long time, clicked on her profile picture, and stayed at the delete button for a few seconds. Finally, she sighed lightly, but didn't press it down, and backed out again.

Her mind was empty, thinking about a bunch of miscellaneous things, and soon returned to tonight.

The last words Sang Yan said before entering the elevator.

――"I volunteered."

Wen Yifan blinked lightly, and that little bit of bad mood was instantly replaced by this man. The corners of her lips curled up, she pulled over the pillow and hugged her in her arms, and rolled on the bed.

The next day, Wen Yifan accompanied Sang Yan to the hospital for dressing changes. He has recovered well from his injuries, his wounds are neatly aligned, and there is no redness or swelling. The doctor asked him to come back in another week to see the situation before deciding whether to remove the stitches.

Wen Yifan estimated the time, which happened to be her birthday.

It's still Saturday, but this time Wen Yifan doesn't have a holiday, so he has to go to work. However, the reporter's working hours are very flexible. She woke up early that day and accompany Sang Yan to the hospital to remove the wire, and then returned to work in peace.

In the afternoon, Wen Yifan made an appointment with a witness.

The location was about a coffee shop near the witness's home.

After the interview, Wen Yifan thanked the other party. After she left, she looked at the computer, stroked her thoughts, and started writing. Just when the phone rang, she picked it up at will and lit it up.

It's from Sang Yan.

Sang Yan: [Where]

Wen Yifan sent him a location directly.

Sang Yan: [Get off work? 】

Wen Yifan: [Well, I will go home after I finish writing the manuscript. 】

Sang Yan: [I will come to pick you up. 】

Wen Yifan replied and continued to write. After typing the last word, she checked it and mailed the manuscript to the editor. She breathed a sigh of relief, packed her things and went out.

As soon as he walked out of the cafe, Wen Yifan ran into a woman who was about the same height as her.

Wen Yifan subconsciously apologized, and when he wanted to bypass her and move forward, the woman grabbed his arm.

A familiar voice came from my ear.

"...A Jiang?"

Wen Yifan raised his eyes, and instantly met Zhao Yuandong's haggard face. Her expression was a bit stagnant, and she had never thought that she could meet Zhao Yuandong by chance in a place as big as Nanwu. Zhao Yuandong's appearance is more cramped than ever: "Are you here to see your friends?"

Wen Yifan smiled and said concisely: "No, work."

"I just ate with you Uncle Zheng nearby." Compared with the last time we met, Zhao Yuandong looked a lot thinner, and her cheeks were sunken. "He has gone back to the company to work overtime now. Home."

Wen Yifan nodded, not knowing what to say.

When she was thinking about what reason to leave, Zhao Yuandong said again, with a little pleading in her words: "A Jiang, today is your birthday. Shall we talk about it?"

The two stood in a stalemate outside the store for a moment.

Wen Yifan compromised, and his voice was very soft: "I have something to do in a while, and it may not last long."

Zhao Yuandong said hurriedly: "Mom won't take up too much time for you."

The place where you can talk recently is the coffee shop where Wen Yifan just came out. This time she chose a position against the glass wall in the store, listening to Zhao Yuandong's words, while staring absently at the road where outsiders came and went.

For so many years, the communication between the two mothers and daughters has been pitiful.

The relationship is more awkward than strangers.

After a few greetings, Zhao Yuandong carefully cut into the subject.

"A Jiang, do you know about your big aunt and her brother?"

Wen Yifan hummed.

"Yes, you do news..." Zhao Yuandong smiled reluctantly, "I never thought that Che Xingde was such a person. I thought he was just incapable of doing this kind of thing."

Picking up the water glass in front of him, Wen Yifan took a sip.

There was a long silence on the table.

Zhao Yuandong's tail trembled, and she seemed to hold back for a long time before she plucked up the courage to ask: "A Jiang, at that time, he should have done nothing to you..."

Wen Yifan looked at her in silence, and then said: "How should I answer this question?"

Zhao Yuandong was so ashamed that she couldn't speak.

Wen Yifan said quietly: "It's been a long time."

"I..." Zhao Yuandong's eyes were red, and her voice became choked. "It's my mother that I'm sorry you... I cared too little about you at that time. I thought that nothing would happen if your uncle looked at it. It's not right..."

Wen Yifan listened quietly.

Zhao Yuandong don't turn her head to wipe away her tears: "Mom doesn't ask for your forgiveness. I just want to see you occasionally, OK?"

Seeing her guilty and painful look, Wen Yifan didn't answer immediately. She drooped her eyelashes, pulled the corner of her lower lip, and slowly said, "In fact, I haven't felt so sad about how the uncle's family treated me."

"..."

"Because I think it's really not their duty to raise me." Wen Yifan's voice was calm, "They really don't have that need, they want to be nice to me."

Zhao Yuandong moved her lips.

Before the words came out, Wen Yifan pressed his lips hard and said: "But you, you make me feel very uncomfortable."

"..."

"Let me always doubt myself very much." Wen Yifan murmured, "Why, why is this happening."

Why on earth.

My mother loves other people's children more than me.

What is wrong with me?

Am I doing something wrong.

Is it because I am not good enough.

Is it because I don't deserve to be loved at all.

"Why in this world, I should love my mother the most?" Wen Yifan stared at the woman in front of him, his eyes were a little red, and his words became uncontrollable, "I don't love me at all."

"..." Zhao Yuandong still shed tears, and immediately denied, "No, it's because of..."

Her words stopped here.

No more words can be explained.

What else can it be?

"I know." Wen Yifan got his emotions back, his expression quickly recovered, "It's okay, you have a new family. You should think about it for yourself."

"..."

"When you sent me to grandma's house, I should understand." Wen Yifan felt amused. "When you have not listened to me many times, ignored me many times for the new family, when I asked you for help , I still choose to cover my eyes."

Wen Yifan repeated: "--I should understand."

Zhao Yuandong only lowered her head, as if guilty to the extreme, and felt that she was not even qualified to shed tears.

Wen Yifan's thoughts drifted a little, and he didn't speak any more. She looked at the thin and haggard woman in front of her, in a daze, she couldn't help but remember what happened many years ago.

Before being admitted to Nanwu No. 1 Middle School, Wen Yifan knew that Wen Liangzhe had a medical condition and was about to have surgery. But at that time, Wen Liangzhe told her that this was just a minor illness, and it wouldn't be a big problem to take care of her body.

Wen Yifan has always believed whatever Wen Liangzhe said.

I also remember that Wen Liangzhe did still maintain his previous gentle and energetic appearance afterwards.

Wen Yifan didn't think too much.

After entering the first year of high school, because Wen Liangzhe moved to another city, Wen Yifan saw him much less time. But she often receives calls from her father, and she has no doubts about it.

I just miss him very much, urging him to go home quickly every time on the phone.

Nor did he notice that his voice was getting weaker.

At that time, everyone thought she was still young.

Everyone kept her from telling her about Wen Liangzhe's illness.

Wen Yifan rushed to meet Wen Liangzhe for the last time. He seemed to be completely uneasy, his eyes were full of guilt and pain, and he said to her with difficulty: "Daddy's Frostfall must grow up well."

"Be happy every day like now."

"Take good care of your mother, you are her only support."

Wen Yifan shed tears, responding sentence by sentence. She didn't hear whether Wen Liangzhe told Zhao Yuandong anything, but she could also guess it, and it should be similar.

Zhao Yuandong should take good care of her, their only daughter.

――You are her only support.

That night.

Wen Liangzhe passed away.

After that, less than three months passed.

One time when he returned home from school, Wen Yifan was taken by Zhao Yuandong to see his stepfather, Zheng Huayuan. She was totally unacceptable at the time and found it extremely absurd and outrageous.

Wen Yifan doesn't mind Zhao Yuandong's remarriage.

But it should not be when Wen Liangzhe passed away only three months.

Zhao Yuandong explained to her that because Wen Liangzhe had been ill for a long time, she had been in pain during this time. And Zheng Huayuan has been helping her and calming her emotions.

In the end, because Wen Yifan did not soften his attitude at all, Zhao Yuandong said with difficulty, "I'm pregnant."

"..."

After a long silence.

Wen Yifan asked her: "Did you cheat?"

Zhao Yuandong cried and denied.

Said that their relationship only started to develop after Wen Liangzhe passed away. She couldn't do anything that I was sorry for Wen Liangzhe, but she felt very tired, and felt that she would not be able to sustain it without any support.

In the end, Wen Yifan could only compromise.

She has no way to ask for it, everyone should spend so much time remembering Wen Liangzhe just like her.

Later, Zhao Yuandong didn't keep the child. She accidentally fell and miscarried.

Everything just went along.

On the day Beiyu saw Sang Yan for the last time, Wen Yifan suddenly didn't want to stay in this place anymore. She returned to Chen Xi's house and asked her to help get the admission notice when that time comes. Then she took the high-speed train back to Nanwu.

Wen Yifan knew that Zhao Yuandong had been to Beiyu after the incident.

But Wen Yifan did not want to see her.

After arriving in Nanwu, Wen Yifan returned to the Zheng family according to his own impression. She only asked Zhao Yuandong for the money Wen Liangzhe left her, and finally said mechanically: "I will keep in touch with you."

Because my father wants me to take good care of you.

"The only request," Wen Yifan said, "you can't tell Wen Liangxian's family my contact information."

They treat me like that.

Even if you are not on my side, you should consider my emotions.

Zhao Yuandong agreed.

But after Wen Yifan returned to Nanwu, the first time he went to the Zheng family, he met Che Yanqin. And Zhao Yuandong didn't seem to take what she said to heart, still felt that Che Yanqin was the "beneficiary" who had taken care of Wen Yifan for many years.

...

Interrupted by the movement of the waiter serving the drink, Wen Yifan recovered and asked casually: "Why did Zheng Kejia let me go back to you? Did you tell her?"

Zhao Yuandong wiped her tears with a tissue, her expression gray: "She..."

"..."

"Your stepfather is out there." After holding back for a while, Zhao Yuandong smiled bitterly and finished her words. "After quarreling a few times, he told me that he won't do it again. Jiajia may want you to come and accompany me."

Hearing this, Wen Yifan paused: "She is not enough to accompany you."

Zhao Yuandong lowered her head, her tone was a little disappointed: "After all, they are the father and daughter, she still helps her dad..."

Like history repeating itself.

What happened to Wen Yifan at that time also made Zhao Yuandong go through.

――Neither of them is the one that was firmly chosen.

Wen Yifan did not comment on this, nor did he want to interfere with Zhao Yuandong's life. She paid attention to the time she took her phone and smiled: "During this time, I have been thinking about how to deal with our relationship. I have never deleted your contact information. I am always worried that something will happen to you. What should I do if I don’t know."

After all, they are not the same as other people. They are mothers and daughters connected by blood, which is extremely difficult to give up.

Wen Yifan said with a mockery: "But I seem to think too much-after all, you have been indifferent to me in those years. I still came here."

"..."

"Because I have never talked to you, I always feel that there is a stone pressed down." Wen Yifan said, "But after meeting today, I will delete all contact information about you."

Wen Yifan's pupils are light, but they are not soft at all. His gentle voice is a bit cruel: "I hope you can take it as that. Your daughter was killed by Che Xingde that night."

Zhao Yuandong's face turned pale.

Following the glass, at this moment, Wen Yifan saw Sang Yan's figure. He was wearing short-sleeved trousers and looked around as if looking for a location. I also held a mobile phone in my hand, tapped my fingertips on the screen twice, and pressed the phone to my ear.

Wen Yifan's gaze froze, and after a few seconds, the phone on the table rang as she expected.

She picked it up.

Sang Yan said directly: "Still writing?"

Wen Yifan picked up the bag and said honestly: "It's finished."

"Okay." While saying this, Sang Yan also looked over and ran into her sight along the transparent glass. He raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "Can't come out yet? What are you waiting for."

Wen Yifan said with a good temper: "It's coming soon."

Seemingly spotting a man sitting opposite Wen Yifan, Sang Yan asked, "Who are you dating?"

Wen Yifan smiled: "I'll go out and tell you."

Noting her gaze, Zhao Yuandong also looked in Sang Yan's direction. She immediately understood something, and tried to endure crying and asked, "A Jiang, is that your boyfriend? Can mother see him?"

Wen Yifan got up and stared at her face: "You should have seen him long ago."

In those two times when parents were invited.

Zhao Yuandong did not understand her words: "What?"

Wen Yifan shook his head: "No, it's not necessary."

"..."

"Anyway, I still hope you can have a good life." Wen Yifan didn't say much, and ended the conversation directly, "I will also live my life well."

Out of the coffee shop, Wen Yifan ran over and plunged into Sang Yan's arms.

Sang Yan habitually hugged her and stabilized her body. He raised his head and looked in the direction of Zhao Yuandong's end, Cha Gang said very strongly: "Who do you see."

Wen Yifan said honestly: "My mother."

"But," Wen Yifan added, "it won't be anymore."

"..."

During this period of time, when we talked occasionally, Sang Yan also heard her talk about family affairs. He probably understood her feelings, and didn't ask any more: "Yeah. I will go back for my birthday."

Wen Yifan was led forward by him: "Sang Yan."

"Ok?"

"Can I tell you a birthday wish now?"

"Go back and talk about it," Sang Yan said, "isn't there no cake?"

"But it's not enough to have you." Wen Yifan said sincerely, "the cake won't help me realize my wish."

"..."

Wen Yifan said again: "I want to say it now."

Sang Yan tilted his head and compromised quickly: "Okay, you say."

Wen Yifan was embarrassed to say directly. He first mentioned other things indiscriminately, and then slowly cut into the subject: "This summer is quite long, and it is still so hot after the frost."

Sang Yan: "Huh?"

Because he had reminded her earlier that this year's wishes will be good.

"Sang Yan, if it's still that long next summer--" Wen Yifan thought of several tactful expressions in his mind, but he was afraid that he would not understand, and finally decided to speak more bluntly, "Just follow I'll make a proposal."

"..."

After saying this, Wen Yifan was also a little nervous, and asked calmly, "All right?"

Sang Yan was stunned for a while, as if she had never thought that she would speak so blatantly. He lowered his head and laughed for a long time, his shoulders trembling lightly, and after a long time he said, "Okay."

Wen Yifan relaxed.

The next moment, Sang Yan said again: "Nothing?"

Wen Yifan nodded, and felt that he had mentioned it. He didn't say a few more, and he was a bit disadvantaged: "Can there be more?"

Sang Yan smiled: "Yes."

"Then I still hope," Wen Yifan made up another one out of caution, "it will grow longer next summer."