Hard to Deceive

For the next three days, Wen Yifan went to work as usual.

Sang Yan seems to be busy with something, he has never come back since the party. But he very much abides by the rules mentioned earlier. At ten o'clock every night, Wen Yifan will receive his WeChat on time.

Over time.

The number of words he spoke also gradually decreased.

first day.

Sang Yan: [Not going back tonight, lock the door. 】

the next day.

Sang Yan: [Do not return, lock the door. 】

The third day.

Sang Yan: [Lock the door. 】

"..."

Wen Yifan's attitude has always been consistent.

Reply "OK" every time.

The next afternoon.

After Wen Yifan went out to interview with Fu Zhuang, he went to the editing room to edit the film.

Some time ago, due to school affairs, Fu Zhuang took several vacations, so during this period of time, I didn't have a turn for the vacation after a week of classes. He lay down on the table and sighed, "Oh, it's too difficult."

Wen Yifan answered casually: "What is difficult?"

"Yesterday, the old Qian gave me a bad scold again." Fu Zhuang sat up straight and vividly imitated Qian Weihua's tone. "Say I cut the **** that can't be pulled out by any dog! Give me suggestions for revision. It's hard for him to cut a new one himself!"

"Huh?" Wen Yifan tilted his head, "Then let him cut it."

"..."

"It doesn't make him lighter."

After two seconds of silence, Fu Zhuang continued to cut the film honestly: "Then I should have a harder life by myself."

"..."

Wen Yifan didn't say much, he read the news release that was just finished again, and sent it to the editor after confirming that it was correct.

While waiting for the review time, Fu Zhuang chatted with her again about the previous fire in Zhongnan Century City: “By the way, I’ll tell you something. We interviewed your classmate before. Has it been cut into the news?"

"Ok?"

"Then I found out yesterday that someone had cut a wonderful interview collection, and put it in." Fu Zhuang thought it was funny, he trembled with a smile, "It's pretty hot, he is ranked among the top ten people at a certain station. ."

"..."

"It really complied with my miserable and awesome sentence, and now I say he is beautiful and miserable." Fu Zhuang said, "because although we have blurred the mosaic of half of our face, we still look very good at face value. "

Wen Yifan doesn't pay attention to this, but doesn't know this matter: "Is it a big influence?"

"That's not the case, after all, the mosaic was done. It's kind of fun."

"That's fine," Wen Yifan forwarded the manuscript to the dubbing host again, and stood up and said, "You can download the dubbing of the host by yourself in a while, and ask me if you have any questions. I have to go back and write an outline."

"Okay." Fu Zhuang received his heart, and there were many dramas. "Lonely! It's the only way for the strong!"

"..."-

Wen Yifan did not work overtime today, and returned home after finishing the outline.

Opening the door, Wen Yifan habitually reached out to touch the switch, and suddenly found that the light was on. She paused and glanced at the position of the sofa subconsciously. Seeing that the living room is still empty.

There are a few more shoe boxes in the hallway, which are now neatly built up several layers high. The shoes beside them looked messy, as if they were taken off at random after entering the door, and they were not placed deliberately.

Wen Yifan looked down next time.

I didn't know if Sang Yan was in the room at this time, or if he came back and left.

Wen Yifan didn't care, sat down on the sofa and poured a glass of water. She drank slowly and swept around, always feeling that something had changed in the house.

There seems to be a lot more.

There are several cans of milk powder of different brands under the coffee table, along with fruit oatmeal and cocoa chips. The door of the TV cabinet was not closed, and all kinds of snacks were too full, some of which were put directly in front of the TV.

There were several black boxes on the dining table, wrapped in plastic wrap, which looked like they were filled with fruits.

Wen Yifan retracted his sight.

Secretly thinking, this young master's living standard is indeed quite high.

When he was bored, Wen Yifan thought of Fu Zhuang's words.

Wen Yifan turned out his phone and downloaded a certain station. After drinking the water, she got up and went into the kitchen.

Just when the download was completed, Wen Yifan clicked to open it, and saw that there was a "beautiful miserable" in the top title of the recent click. She rinsed the cup and opened it.

Sang Yan's cold voice came out of the phone instantly.

——"I am happy. I hope you can be as happy as I am."

The volume of the mobile phone is a bit loud, which can be deafening in this quiet space.

Wen Yifan was taken aback.

She shut the water off immediately, freed her hands to lower her voice.

At the same time, footsteps came from behind.

Wen Yifan looked back and saw Sang Yan also entered the kitchen.

"..."

Wen Yifan turned his head down and turned off the screen of the phone, a little embarrassing.

I don't know if the other party heard the voice just now.

But Sang Yan didn't seem to see her at all.

He didn't speak, nor looked here, only opened the refrigerator in silence.

Wen Yifan did not take the initiative to speak either. She put the phone back in her pocket, and when she lowered her eyes, she suddenly noticed that the faucet that had been leaking had been repaired, and no more water was dripping at this time.

Upon seeing this, Wen Yifan glanced at the kitchen seriously.

The gas stove that is always out of reach has also been replaced with a new one. There are also an induction cooker and a microwave oven, and even a juicer and an oven. Her eyebrows jumped and her scalp tingled.

The idea that popped up in my mind was.

——How much money do you get when these are shared.

Wen Yifan hesitated: "Did you buy these?"

Sang Yan looked like he had just finished taking a shower, wearing casual light-colored trousers, and casually put on a coat on his upper body. He ignored her, took a packet of instant noodles from the top of the refrigerator, and stretched out.

Looks like you are going to cook dinner yourself.

Wen Yifan felt that this scene was a bit contrary. After all, in her opinion, this person should be a splendid eldest son with ten fingers.

If no one cooks, it is estimated that they will only order takeaway.

But I would take the initiative to enter the kitchen.

Wen Yifan continued: "If so, please make a list to me and I will transfer the money to you?"

Sang Yan hummed perfunctorily and turned on the tap to fill the pot with water.

"..." It was obvious that he didn't want to pay attention to his attitude. Wen Yifan didn't know what was going on, and his lips moved again. "Then I'm going back to the room, and you can just send it to me on WeChat after you finish it."

Still no response as expected.

Wen Yifan couldn't tell whether this was normal or he was in a bad mood for a while. She didn't look for a sense of existence anymore and turned back to the room. She sat on the chair, turned on the phone, and glanced at the balance in the bank card.

Suddenly sighed.

Or find an opportunity to talk to him.

If you want to buy these public goods later, you have to discuss things with the other party first...

Thinking of this, Wen Yifan remembered the attitude of Sang Yan just now.

Ugh.

It is also difficult to communicate with him.

after awhile.

Wen Yifan felt inexplicably that this state seemed normal.

After all, Sang Yan emphasized that at the time, don't get close to him. The reason for the conversation between the two before was only because he wanted to solicit some business for his bar.

But in the end.

He didn't make a cent, but instead posted a small one thousand.

Wen Yifan wondered if he was unhappy because of this incident.

She struggled for a while, then turned on the calculator to calculate the accounts for that day. I want to pay Zhong Siqiao and Xiang Lang's share too, but this amount is not small for her.

Wen Yifan can only pay his share.

But it has been several days.

It seemed a bit embarrassing to transfer the money to him suddenly.

Wen Yifan put down the phone and simply waited for him to send the list over, and then forward it to him together.

But all night.

Nothing happened on Sang Yeon's end-

Wen Yifan discovered afterwards.

Sang Yan seemed to treat her completely as air, as if she could not perceive her existence. Occasionally she made some big movements inadvertently, and he didn't even lift his eyelids as if he couldn't hear them.

Two people are like living in the same place in different time and space.

Wen Yifan is not a self-deprecating person.

After a few words, he didn't take the initiative to speak again.

Only when the two people live together without interfering with each other has officially begun.

The night before New Year's Eve.

When picking up clothes on the balcony, Wen Yifan received a call from Zhong Siqiao. She held the clothes, put the clothes rail aside, and listened to Zhong Siqiao's words: "Will you work overtime tomorrow night?"

"Tomorrow night?" Wen Yifan, "If there is no accident, it should not be added."

"Then are you going home tomorrow?"

"Don't go back."

Zhong Siqiao invited her: "Then do you want to come to my house, let's celebrate the New Year together."

Wen Yifan is very honest: "I am too lazy to run so far."

"..." Zhong Siqiao said, "Then you rest so many days, you give me every day!"

"You're quite cruel--" Wen Yifan entered the living room, his voice stopped.

I don't know when Sang Yan came out of the room. At this moment, he was sitting on the sofa and looking at the phone. He changed his clothes, his expression was still pale, as if he was going out.

Wen Yifan retracted his gaze, walked toward the room, and calmly continued to talk to Zhong Siqiao: "Wait when I really rest for many days, will you tell me something like this?"

Zhong Siqiao laughed: "Compared to usual, don't you really put it a lot?"

Wen Yifan: "I just want to sleep for three days and three nights."

Back to the room.

Zhong Siqiao suddenly asked: "By the way, does Sang Yan go home for the New Year?"

"Of course I will." It seemed that she felt a bit strange about her question, and Wen Yifan was puzzled. "His family is in the local area, and the relationship with the family is not bad. How could he not return during the New Year."

"Oh." Zhong Siqiao said, "That's right."

Wen Yifan lay down on the bed.

Zhong Siqiao said again: "How are you getting along with him?"

"I can't talk about getting along, we are the same," Wen Yifan pondered, "Two strangers living under the same roof. There is no communication. I see him now, and I feel like he is a ghost. ."

"How can it be so exaggerated!" Zhong Siqiao said, "wasn't it good to go to the party that day?"

Hearing this, Wen Yifan was taken aback.

Somehow, Xiang Lang's answer to the truth suddenly flashed in his mind. Soon, she recovered and smiled: "It's just like the state at the party."

After chatting for a while, Wen Yifan heard the sound of closing the door from the hallway.

After hanging up the phone.

Wen Yifan read WeChat again and found that Sang Yan had sent her a WeChat message five minutes ago.

Sang Yan: [Do not return before the eighth day of the new year, just lock the door. 】

Sang Yan: [Help with the things in the refrigerator. 】

Sang Yan: [Thanks. 】

Wen Yifan blinked and replied "OK" as usual-

On New Year's Eve, Wen Yifan returned home at seven.

Wen Yifan locked the door, first took a bath, and after preparing everything before going to bed, he took a small blanket to the living room. She lay down on the sofa in the living room. The Spring Festival Gala has been broadcasting for a while.

Zhong Siqiao kept urging her, and also sent her a message on WeChat simultaneously.

Wen Yifan replied: [I also turned on the TV. 】

Scrolling through the message list, Wen Yifan responded to the blessing messages one by one. When she saw the news of Zhao Yuandong, she hesitated and replied: [Tonight to work overtime, happy new year. 】

The windows are closed tightly, because there is no air conditioning, it is still a bit cold.

Except for the noise from the TV, there is no extra sound in the room. Wen Yifan wrapped the blanket and stared at the laughter on the TV, completely unable to be infected by these emotions. If it weren't for a holiday, she couldn't remember that today was New Year's Eve.

She sighed and swiped Weibo absently, and soon wanted to go back to the room.

Wen Yifan is actually not interested in the Spring Festival Gala.

She has always felt that this is just something the family uses as background music when they chat and play on New Year's Eve. Looking at it alone, I always find it a very strange thing.

But Zhong Siqiao on WeChat was still discussing the show with her excitedly.

Wen Yifan didn't want to discourage her, thinking about whether to get something to eat.

At this moment, the door bell of the house rang suddenly. Wen Yifan glanced at the time, it was already close to nine o'clock.

I don't know who it will be.

Wen Yifan felt strange and a little disturbed. She walked to the hallway and looked out of the cat's eyes.

Sang Yan stood outside in the bright corridor.

She breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door: "Why are you back?"

Sang Yan glanced at her and opened his mouth rare: "A relative has come to my house, and there is no place to sleep."

"..." Wen Yifan nodded, did not ask much, and returned to the sofa.

Sang Yan put on slippers and sat on another sofa.

Both of them were silent and silent.

In this kind of festival.

The breath of another person suddenly appeared in the room, and Wen Yifan was always a little uncomfortable, unconsciously looking in his direction.

After a while, Sang Yan first moved.

He got up and walked in the direction of the kitchen.

Noting his movement, Wen Yifan looked over.

Sang Yan took out a packet of dried noodles, a box of meatballs, and a box of vegetables from the refrigerator. Later, he also took a pack of quick-frozen dumplings from the refrigerator. It looks like I'm planning to make a midnight snack.

Wen Yifan didn't quite believe that he could cook.

Secretly hoped that he would not use a gas stove.

To cook this, an induction cooker is enough.

Wen Yifan was very afraid that he would burn the kitchen.

A few minutes passed.

Wen Yifan heard the sound of a gas stove igniting from the kitchen.

"..."

She began to worry.

But thinking about the two people's current state of getting along, it is not easy to pass hastily.

I was fidgeting for a while.

There was a sound of boiling water in the kitchen.

At the same time, Sang Yan called her suddenly.

"Wen Yifan."

Based on the previous state of the two, it is harder for this person to call her name.

This made Wen Yifan more sure what was wrong, and instantly got up and walked over.

"what's happenin?"

Just entered the kitchen.

Wen Yifan saw that Sang Yan was still holding the package of dried noodles, but the inside was empty. His movements were a little stiff, staring at the boiling pot, looking as if he had dropped the entire package of noodles.

The scene seemed to freeze.

A few seconds later.

Sang Yan raised his head and said blankly: "It's too much cooking."

"..."

Sang Yan lowered his eyes and threw the package into the trash can next to him, seeming to miss a word casually.

"Help me eat something?"