Hard to Deceive

For a time, all memories moved forward along this moment.

On the night of her birthday, he whispered with her back on his back: "Wen Shuangjiang, make another wish."

The time I flew to Yihe to find him, the two were in the hotel. After listening to her telling everything, he said solemnly and meaninglessly: "I forgive you."

Seeing her wound made by Che Xingde, Sang Yan looked weak and weak: "Can you consider how I feel?"

Go ahead.

On the day the two were together, Sang Yan suddenly appeared in the noodle restaurant. Under the grand rain curtain, he lowered his eyes to look at her, with a youthful feeling between his eyebrows: "For so many years, I still only like you."

After Xiang Lang returned to China, a few people finished eating and had a big adventure. He drew the truth about "the city where I went by plane recently" and said "Yihe" without much trouble.

Go ahead.

Because of various accidents, Sang Yan became her new roommate inexplicably, and because of this, the two had a dispute. He stared at her with no warm tone: "Unexpectedly, I am such a loving person in your heart."

Until.

After the reunion, the first time I met on the "overtime" day. He looked faintly, threw a coat on her, but introduced himself as if he were a stranger: "I am the owner of this bar, my surname is Sang."

...

At the same time, Sang Yan brought a bowl into the room. He noticed the newspapers and debris on the ground, as well as the photos in Wen Yifan's hands, his expression was a bit stunned, but he was not spied on the secret emotions at all. He just said: "Why sit on the ground again."

Wen Yifan raised his eyes to look at him.

Sang Yan walked to her and stretched out her hand: "Get up quickly."

Wen Yifan didn't move, his voice was inaudible: "Have you always come to Yihe to find me?"

"Yeah." Sang Yan admitted, "I didn't tell you."

"what?"

Sang Yan did not continue to say, he took a soft cushion from the side and gave her: "Push it." Then, he passed the brown sugar water in his hand and took away the photo from her hand: "Drink first, it will be cold for a while. Up."

Wen Yifan accepted it obediently, holding the bowl in both hands, lowering his eyes, his eye sockets getting red. The extremely strong guilt and bewilderment pressed her a little bit, making her not even have the courage to look at Sang Yan's expression.

She wanted to say, why don't you tell me when you are here.

But she remembered what she said again.

Wen Yifan lowered his head and slowly said: "Why are you looking for me..."

She has said that.

So many excessive words.

Sang Yan raised the corners of his lips, calmly and calmly: "Didn't I tell you, did I tell you?"

Then he added: "Think about it for yourself."

Wen Yifan stared at the brown sugar water in the bowl, and the words Sang Yan said to her at the bus stop on the day Wen Liangzhe passed away gradually appeared in his head.

――"I am not a very talkative person, but no matter what, I will always be with you."

I will always stay with you.

Whether you know it or not.

Even if I have said, I will not pester you again.

Will still keep promises.

Where you can't see.

Wen Yifan's strength gradually increased, and he dullly took a sip of brown sugar water. With the swallowing action, tears also fell out and smashed into the bowl. She pressed her lips hard and took another sip.

Seeing her look, Sang Yan turned her head and half-joked: "No, it's so bad?"

"..."

"Wen Shuangjiang, don't cry, do you hear it? What's so good about crying?" Sang Yan didn't avoid this topic anymore, and reached out to help her wipe her tears, "I won't cry before we meet any major events. , How many times have I cried now. What have I become of you?"

Wen Yifan kept silent, crying and drinking brown sugar water.

Staring at her like this, Sang Yan felt distressed and inexplicably wanted to laugh: "Why are you so wronged? If you don't want to drink, let's not drink. Can we cry and drink?"

Wen Yifan stopped, choked up and said: "I... I seem to have seen you during the graduation ceremony, but I don't think you will come... I thought it was a mistake..."

"That's not great," Sang Yan said lightly, "you have to recognize it, I'm so shameless."

Wen Yifan's tears fell into the bowl drop by drop, splashing a small amount of water: "...I should run over."

Even if there is only the slightest possibility. It shouldn't be ignored.

There she was laughing and taking pictures with her classmates, and when she was chatting, she was standing on the other side of the crowd, and what kind of mood Sang Yan would be holding when she left alone.

Come unilaterally, see her unilaterally, and then leave unilaterally.

Wen Yifan's chest seemed to be weighed heavily by a stone: "Why have I done so many bad things to you."

"What are you doing, haven't we all made up this matter? It was turned over earlier." Sang Yan took the bowl back in her hand and put it on the ground at will, "Or have you done something sorry for me? "

"..."

Wen Yifan sniffed and thought about it seriously, but couldn't think of the rest. She raised her eyes to look at him, suddenly remembered something, and confessed to him: "I took advantage of you."

Sang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Doesn't this happen every day?"

"..." Wen Yifan originally had a lot of negative emotions, but he made him want to laugh at the moment. She stared at him, couldn't help but leaned over to hug him, "Just before we were together."

Sang Yan raised his arm around her waist: "Huh?"

"I pretend to be sleepwalking." Wen Yifan said sincerely, "I gave you a hug."

"..."

"When?" Sang Yan paused, seemingly unbelievable, and after a few seconds he laughed out, "No, you have done this before?"

Wen Yifan didn't feel any guilty conscience either, with a nasal voice: "It's just that I used my rights in advance."

"Didn't she always behave upright at the time?" Sang Yan simply let her sit on her lap and said slowly, "It turned out to be behind her back, with this kind of thought."

"..." Wen Yifan stared at him calmly, "Yes."

Sang Yan laughed, looking at her mood as if she was in a good mood, and bowed her head and kissed her. He turned his head to look at the scattered newspapers and reminded: "Go to clean up, but they all turned out, making a mess."

Wen Yifan nodded, but didn't mean to move.

The two of them stayed quiet for a while in this position.

Wen Yifan suddenly called him: "Ayan."

Sang Yan: "Huh?"

"I want to live six years longer than you."

Sang Yan's eyebrows moved slightly: "Why?"

The corners of Wen Yifan's eyes were still red, and he solemnly said: "That way, I will love you for six more years."

The two of us are even.

"..."

Sang Yan understood immediately, lowered his head and smiled: "Forget it, I want to live a few more years." After that, he pressed her body in his direction, and looked up at her: "Save it for the next life. "

Next life.

You like me for six years first.

then.

I will also let you, like I am now.

Wish was granted.

The next day is Sunday.

Sang Yan didn't have to go to work, and Wen Yifan also took a break on this day.

The two woke up early in the morning, and the moving company came up on time. After tidying up the house, and finally checking that there were no missing items, Wen Yifan left the key on the shoe cabinet.

Leaving the shared house where the two of them lived for two years.

Noting her look, Sang Yan asked, "What?"

Wen Yifan said honestly: "It's a bit reluctant."

"Is there anything you can't bear, don't you all live with me?" Sang Yan rubbed her head vigorously and said lazily, "If you want to like it, we won't have to decorate the house like this in the future."

Wen Yifan's melancholy dissipated. He curled his lips and said, "Then we two have been sleeping in separate rooms?"

"..." Sang Yan put away the emotion on her face, moved her hand down, and pinched her face, "I shouldn't coax you."

Sang Yan drove the car into the underground parking lot of Zhongnan Century City.

The two arrived earlier than the moving company.

After getting out of the car, Wen Yifan didn't know the direction and was led by Sang Yan. After entering the elevator, the two went up to the ninth floor. There were only two households on the first floor of this building. He walked to the door of house B and entered his fingerprint to open the door.

Sang Yan didn't rush in either, stopped in place, grabbed her hand, and slowly recorded her fingerprints. Then, he also casually said: "No one can come in except us."

Wen Yifan nodded absently and looked inside.

The area of ​​this house is slightly larger than their previous shared house. After entering the door, there is a small entrance garden, further down is the kitchen, opposite is the dining room, and further down is the living room.

The decoration style is modern, the color is warmer, and it looks a little warm.

Before she finished reading, Sang Yan interrupted her attention and led her to walk in: "The password of the door will be sent to you on WeChat later. Just live as before, and move to a place, no other changes. ."

Wen Yifan responded and continued to observe the environment inside.

All the necessary furniture is already there, but the whole is still empty, the table top and the cabinet are empty. There is also a damp and musty smell that has been unoccupied for a long time, but it seems that someone has come to clean it, and it looks neat.

The two went to sit down by the sofa.

Wen Yifan asked casually: "Which room do I sleep in?"

Sang Yan leaned back in the chair and slowly said, "Which room I want to sleep in."

Wen Yifan looked at him.

"I want to sleep in the bathroom or kitchen. Anyway, I'm not too picky. No matter which position," Sang Yan tilted his head, the suggestion in the words was full, "I can accompany you."

"..."

Wen Yifan feels that he is still a bit of a bottom line: "Then we are living together before marriage?"

"What's the matter?" Sang Yan looked arrogant, and followed her words last night, "Anyway, it will happen sooner or later. How can I not use my rights in advance?"

"..."

At this time, the moving company also arrived.

Sang Yan went to open the door to let them in, Wen Yifan also got up, planning to go to the master bedroom to take a look. She felt that she really didn't need to entangle this matter anymore, and she still felt like there was no silver in this place.

The master bedroom is the most inside.

Wen Yifan opened the door and went in.

The decoration style is rather girlish, with pale pink walls, white beds, and a small dressing table next to it. There is also a desk for her to work by the window, and next to it is a bookcase.

Light-colored carpets were spread on the ground.

This is Sam Yan's house.

The master bedroom was decorated in a girl's style.

Before long, Sang Yan also followed her in.

Wen Yifan turned his head: "When was your house finished?"

"The year before last." Sang Yan said casually, "but this room has been renovated."

Wen Yifan looked at the room again: "How can it be made into powder?"

"I got it for you," Sang Yan said. "Isn't this just in case you don't sleep with me?"

"So you want to sleep with me in this room?" Wen Yifan's lips curled up, and said with a smile, "Then you will become a very young man."

"..."

There were noises of workers carrying luggage outside.

Sang Yan went out to communicate with them again.

Wen Yifan stayed in the room for a while, went to the window to open the window and ventilate the room. After a while, when she was thinking of looking out of the living room, the phone in her pocket rang.

She took out the phone and lit the screen with her eyes down.

Sang Yan: [Password 150102]

Wen Yifan looked at it for a while, knowingly asked: "Does the number mean? 】

A few seconds passed.

Sang Yan: [? 】

Sang Yan: [Your subject's birthday. 】

Wen Yifan: [It's gone? 】

The two communicated via WeChat in the living room and the other in the room.

Sang Yan directly uttered a voice: "I think about it."

In the room, Wen Yifan could hear his unpleasant tone outside.

The corner of Wen Yifan's eyes bent down, and immediately followed his hair: [Oh, it was the day we were together. 】

Yes, she felt again.

The day luck fell on her.

The verdict of the first instance in the Che Xingde case came down in September. He was sentenced to death for the crime of intentional homicide, rape, and multiple crimes. Che Yanqin was sentenced to three years in prison for helping Che Xingde destroy the evidence.

The follow-up report on the case that Wen Yifan was in charge of also completely ended here.

And these two people also started from this time.

Completely disappeared from her life.

September 22 this year is the centennial anniversary of Nanwu No. 1 Middle School.

Two weeks in advance, Wen Yifan learned about this from Zhong Siqiao. But she was not very interested in it, and she didn't know if she could spare time to participate that day, so she gave an ambiguous answer.

However, Zhong Siqiao insisted that she must come together.

Even let her take Sang Yan.

Wen Yifan had no choice but to apply for a break from the director in advance, and then mentioned the matter to Sang Yan. He asked what was going on, didn't say much, and quickly agreed.

School celebration day.

The two set off to Nanwu No. 1 Middle School in the afternoon and met with Zhong Siqiao and other high school students at the door. Many people, Wen Yifan, don't remember it very much. They only find it familiar, but they can't be called.

Seeing them together, many people's first reaction is that they fell in love from high school until now.

Wen Yifan did not refute it.

Nanwu No. 1 Middle School has a large-scale celebration, and there are many people on campus at this time. Along the way, there are various exhibitions on display everywhere, introducing the history of the school and various famous figures.

Wandered around.

Wen Yifan and Sang Yan separated from the others without knowing it.

In summer, the temperature is high and the sun is fierce, like a huge steamer. In addition, the flow of people is dense, which seems to amplify the heat, and it will be a bit unbearable for a long time.

Perhaps aware of her state, Sang Yan glanced at the teaching building not far away: "Let's go back to the classroom and take a look."

Wen Yifan nodded.

The two entered the teaching building and went up the stairs.

It's been a long time since I came back, but it doesn't seem to have changed much from the past, but some places have been renovated. Wen Yifan didn't talk to Sang Yan, just observing the surroundings, as if overlapping with memories.

The number of people gradually disappeared, looking empty, like a campus after school.

Wen Yifan and Sang Yan didn't take the initiative to mention it, but they both stopped tacitly on the fourth floor. Go ahead, go through the corridor in front of you, turn left, and go to the inner area.

She saw the familiar school drinking fountain.

This is where Wen Yifan first saw Sang Yan.

Wen Yifan suddenly felt that this feeling was quite magical, and turned to look at him: "Senior."

Sang Yan tilted his head and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Wen Yifan smiled: "Do you know how to get to Class 17 of High School?"

"I know, school girl." Sang Yan cooperated, dragging his voice, with a lack of tone, "Go forward and turn right."

This time it was different from when the two went to the classroom one after another.

Wen Yifan continued to hold him and walked side by side. Following the memory, she turned right and walked to the innermost classroom. It is amazing that after so long, the class grade is still the 17th class.

The door of the classroom was open, the table inside was neatly laid out, and there was nothing on the table top.

It's like an old classroom that has just been emptied.

Wen Yifan walked in and sat down at the position where he was sitting when the two of them were at the back table. Sang Yan also sat behind her. Time seems to be returning to the summer eleven years ago at this moment.

As soon as he sat in his position, Wen Yifan noticed something with his peripheral light, and his eyes immediately dropped.

I saw roses all over the drawer.

Her eyes froze.

A guess gradually came to mind.

Wen Yifan held his breath and stretched out a hand to draw a rose from inside.

At this moment, Wen Yifan felt Sang Yan's leg hook forward, put it under her chair, and hit it lightly. The actions are harsh and arrogant, like any time before.

She turned her head.

Seeing Sang Yan leaning against the back of the chair, his eyes were full of vigor, just as he did before. His chin was slightly raised, and the corners of his lips were pulled slightly, revealing the shallow pear vortex on the right lip, and suddenly said: "Wen Shuang Jiang, I give you a promise."

Wen Yifan said: "Huh?"

"After staying with me," Sang Yan's eyes were dark, and his Adam's apple rolled lightly, "All your wishes will come true."

"..."

Wen Yifan's eyes dropped before he noticed the ring box on the table. She stared blankly at the silver ring inside, feeling that although this was something that the two had mentioned before, she still felt surprised and shocked when it came.

She held a rose in her hand and raised her other hand, as if she wanted to touch the ring.

In the next moment, Sang Yan grabbed her hand and fixed it.

"Wen Frost, marry me?"

Wen Yifan met his gaze, and his eyes began to pantothenic inexplicably. She stared at him with a rare nervous look, and gradually overlapped with the boy before, and couldn't help laughing.

"Well, I just want to marry you."

Sang Yan also laughed at her, and slowly put the ring on her ring finger and pushed it up.

As if to lock up her life.

――"After being with me, all your wishes will come true."

Ok.

You have fulfilled my wish again.

The outside sunlight is dazzling, and it spills in without hesitation. The classroom was quiet and empty, yelling loudly, bringing a very strong summer atmosphere, stained with the taste of youth.

The man in front of him seemed to have not changed the slightest from beginning to end.

Wen Yifan thought of a scene long ago inexplicably.

I also forgot which afternoon it was.

That day was as clear as today, and the air was hot and long. Wen Yifan sat there, flipping through Janet Winterson's "Orange is not the only fruit", and when he saw a sentence inside, his heart moved.

I just feel that she also hopes to meet such a person.

Wen Yifan took out the excerpt from the drawer, opened the cap, and wrote seriously: "I long for someone to love me violently until death, and understand that love is as powerful as death--"

Before finishing writing, Wen Yifan's body was suddenly hit from the side. She was unprepared, and the pen nib struck the notebook again, then pulled it, and rubbed it on the arm of the person next to her.

Wen Yifan's apology hasn't come out yet, and he subconsciously raised his eyes.

at that moment.

She ran into Sang Yan's gaze.

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