Hard to Deceive

The scene seemed to be deadlocked.

In a quiet space, the thick soup in the pot bubbled outwards, making a gurgling sound. The smoke in front of the eyes, like a filter, blurred Sang Yan's eyebrows.

"I didn't want to choose this major." Wen Yifan lowered his eyes and naturally gave a reason. "At that time, there was a problem with the assessment. The major I wanted to choose was not admitted and was transferred to online media."

Upon hearing this, Sang Yan also retracted his gaze and took a sip of wine calmly.

Sang Zhi looked at Sang Yan and then back at Wen Yifan, always feeling a bit strange.

Wen Yifan seemed to have not noticed anything, and continued: "But now it seems that the application of volunteers is only after the results have been achieved. You can refer to the scores of previous years at that time, and you can be more informed when you fill in the report."

"Okay," Sang Zhi obediently said, "Thank you Sister Yifan."

The topic is gradually taken to other aspects.

The previous episode seems to have been skipped.

After dinner is over.

As the cook, Sang Yan would leave after eating, sitting on the sofa and playing on the phone like a young master.

Originally, Sang Zhi was also habitually planning to walk in the direction of the living room, but noticed that Wen Yifan got up and started to clean up. Her footsteps stopped again and went back to help clean up.

Wen Yifan looked at her and said with a smile: "You go and study, I'll take care of it."

"It's okay," Sang Zhi curled his lips, "it's not too late."

"Then you help me put those dishes together."

"Great."

After half a minute.

"Sister Yifan," Sangzhi whispered to her in a low voice out of curiosity, "Can I ask you a question?"

"what?"

"If you don't want to answer, just treat it as if you didn't hear what I said." Sang Zhi asked not very embarrassed, but he wanted to know. After all, these words cannot be inquired from Sang Yan, "You used to talk to my brother. Have you ever been in love?"

"..." Wen Yifan said, "No."

Sang Zhi was not surprised when he got a negative answer: "Because my parents said that my brother fell in love early in high school, and then just thought about the thing that I used to'lost' in front of you, so I thought it was you."

"..."

"So he didn't catch up with you," Sang Zhi thought, guessing, "Later, he changed to—"

Before she could finish, Sang Yan stood up suddenly: "Little devil."

Sang Zhi turned around: "What are you doing."

"Let's go," Sang Yan said lightly, pulling up the jacket on the sofa, "Send you back."

Sang Zhi hadn't finished the gossip, his expression was awkward: "Can't I stay here for a while?"

"Aren't you rushing back to study the questions?" Sang Yan put on his coat, because he had drunk, he only took the key to the house, "Dare you brag?"

"..." Sang Zhi had to say to Wen Yifan, "Sister Yifan, let's talk about it next time. I'm leaving now."

Wen Yifan raised his head: "Okay, be careful on the road."

...

Sang Yan stopped a taxi when he got out of the community.

Sang Zhi went up first, fastened his seat belt, and said: "Brother, how do I feel that your attitude towards Sister Yi Fan is not very good. Isn't she very nice? She speaks gentle and gentle."

Sang Zhi met most of Sang Yan's friends, but they were mostly male.

It's almost all babble, being together naive and noisy. Sang Yan's attitude towards those friends is not good, and he speaks badly and drags him to the sky, making people want to beat him to death on the spot.

But his approach to Wen Yifan is different.

Approximately indifferent and ignorant, even speaking coldly.

But Sang Zhi didn't see any other girls around him.

I don't know if this attitude is considered normal.

"Is this your method of picking up girls now?" Sang Zhi stared at his face and muttered in a low voice, "But you two are not from the same world just by your looks."

Sang Yan glanced at her.

Sang Zhi sincerely advised him: "And brother, girls will not like your attitude."

"..."

"Usually I like to be gentle," Sang Zhi thought about it, and said little by little with his fingers. "Good-tempered, careful, and will not always ignore people. The family environment is not good and it's okay—"

Thinking of Sang Yan's resignation and not looking for a job for so long, Sang Zhi would like to remind him: "You only need to work hard, don't be a vagrant at home all day long."

Sang Yan finally said, impatiently, "Your ideal type is Duan Xu?"

"..."

Sang Zhi shut up instantly.

Quiet all the way to the gate of the community.

Sang Zhi got out of the car and saw Sang Yan still in the car when she turned around. She was taken aback, and said suspiciously: "Why can't you come down?"

Sang Yan: "Go up by yourself."

Sang Zhi reacted and couldn't say anything: "Are you not coming back to sleep tonight?"

Sang Yan: "Yeah."

"You are not afraid of your parents breaking your leg!" Sang Zhi never thought he was so courageous, "Then you call them yourself, or they will have to ask me when they come back later."

Sang Yan snorted, even too lazy to say a few words perfunctorily: "What's the matter with you just saying something for me?"

"..."

"gone."

After clearing the dining table, Wen Yifan went back to the room.

Wen Yifan didn't go to take a bath right away, but sat down at the desk and checked his phone. It was discovered that Zhao Yuandong had sent her several WeChat messages. The content is similar to the previous one, all to make Wen Yifan work overtime during the Spring Festival to pay attention to his health, and go back to see her after the holiday.

She replied "OK".

After sending it successfully, Wen Yifan opened a new episode and watched it.

Unconsciously, he left God.

I remembered what Sang Zhi had just said.

——"Because my parents said that my brother fell in love early in high school."

If it is correct.

This should be her.

In high school, the teacher thought the two of them had fallen in love early, so they talked to the two of them and later called their parents. She remembered that this happened twice, in the first year and second year of high school.

Wen Yifan's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the phone.

She answered the phone and heard Zhong Siqiao's voice from the other end: "Are you going to work tomorrow?"

Wen Yifan hummed.

Zhong Siqiao: "Oh, we haven't seen each other in the past few days."

Wen Yifan smiled: "It's not a chance."

"Why do we live so far..." Zhong Siqiao continued to sigh, "My relatives who have been walking for a few days are tired and boring. Either I am asking if I have someone, or if I want to introduce someone to me, like an appointment. The same."

"How are you and your male god?"

"It felt like it was about it, but he never mentioned it." Zhong Siqiao was a bit distressed, "Is he using me as a spare tire? Or he wants to find a more meaningful holiday before confessing to me."

"If you really like it, it doesn't matter if you take the initiative. But you have to see how this person is—" Before finishing speaking, Wen Yifan suddenly heard the sound of the door opening and closing from the hallway, and the voice stopped. .

"what's happenin?"

"It's okay, I heard movement in the living room." Wen Yifan didn't expect that he would be back tonight, and casually said, "It should be Sang Yan who is back."

Zhong Siqiao was surprised: "He won't live at home on the third day of the year?"

Before she didn't answer, Zhong Siqiao went on to say: "But I still feel a little weird when I hear you share a house. After all, didn't he like you before? Nothing really happened to you two?"

Wen Yifan said honestly: "I haven't seen it a few times."

"All right." Zhong Siqiao said, "it seems to be the same, after all, so many years have passed."

Thinking of mentioning the university tonight, Wen Yifan mentioned something: "Qiaoqiao, did Xiang Lang previously plan to enter Yihe University? Why do I have no impression of this."

"Yes, but I said it a few times at the beginning of the first year of high school." Zhong Siqiao reacted, "What you want to say is what he said sincerely when we went out? When he said it, I also wanted to vomit, but Still endured it."

"..."

"He just owes it. That was deliberately told to Sang Yan. They didn't deal with each other very well when they were in the same class in high school." Zhong Siqiao laughed, "I forgot to tell you. After sending you back, this The idiot even accidentally leaked his mouth. He said he was used to it, and forgot how many years have passed. He also said that he felt that Sang Yan was cold now, and it was too boring to look at. He used to say this kind of words to stimulate Sang Yan I have to mock him for hundreds of rounds."

"..."

The two chatted for a while.

After hanging up the phone, Wen Yifan got up.

When I wanted to take a bath, I picked up my phone again. She pursed her lips, opened the WeChat chat window with Sang Yan, and tapped slowly: [Go to Yihe University with me as Xiang Lang said before]

When she hit this, she stared at the screen and stopped.

I do not know how long it has been.

Wen Yifan sighed and deleted all the words he typed.

Forget it.

How long has this matter been.

It seems a bit inexplicable to mention it again.

Moreover, she didn't deal with this matter well at the time.

Now even if I want to explain, it doesn't make any sense.

The short three-day holiday is over.

Wen Yifan started living the days when he opened his eyes every day before going out, and went to sleep with his eyes closed after washing. The slightly more harmonious relationship with Sang Yanna seemed to disappear with the passing of the festival.

Then it returned to normal.

Basically, the two meet every day.

But the number of conversations is pitiful.

However, Wen Yifan didn't think it was unpleasant to get along with each other. At best, the time spent getting along didn't bring their relationship closer, fulfilling the initial promise of non-interference and living their own lives.

Before I knew it, the whole February passed.

It seemed that overnight, the bone-chilling cold was driven away by the arrival of spring, and the temperature gradually rose.

Before the Spring Festival, Wen Yifan did not go to Zhao Yuandong.

Perhaps because of this matter, since then, Zhao Yuandong has seen her obviously a lot more. I would talk to her every day, and in the end it would become "When do you have time to meet your mother".

After a long time, Wen Yifan felt that it was a bit troublesome to be so procrastinated, so he just met and dealt with the matter. Thinking that after meeting, Zhao Yuandong will probably not find her as frequently as now.

Wen Yifan's rest day is the day after Arbor Day.

That afternoon, according to the address given by Zhao Yuandong, Wen Yifan took the subway over.

As soon as I arrived at the gate of the community, I saw Zhao Yuandong's figure.

Zhao Yuandong wore a long dress with light makeup on her face, and her hair was rolled up to her waist.

Time didn't seem to leave any traces on her face. Compared with a few years ago, her appearance hasn't changed much. She is so beautiful that she is so beautiful, and she has the charm that she should have at her age.

Most of Wen Yifan's looks followed her.

Seeing Wen Yifan, Zhao Yuandong's eyes stopped and she walked over immediately. The excitement in her expression could not be concealed at all, but her movements were cramped, and she only gently took her arm: "A Jiang is here."

"Ok."

"How come out to wear this little."

Wen Yifan carried the fruit he had just bought on the road, and smiled: "It's not cold."

--silence.

Zhao Yuandong's gaze rested on her face.

The two hadn't seen each other for many years and felt strange to each other.

Looking at her face, Zhao Yuandong's eyes gradually reddened, and she overrecognized: "You look at me too..."

"..." Wen Yifan didn't like to deal with this kind of thing, and pressed his lower lip lightly, "Go in, I'll have something to do later, I have to leave after dinner, I can't stay with you for so long."

"Okay, go home with mom." Zhao Yuandong wiped her eyes, "Mom is also afraid of interrupting your work and rest. If you are not free, I can sit there and sit there. In the future, if you want to eat, give mom a call. Call, mom will do it for you."

"I share a rent with someone, I'm afraid it will affect my roommate."

"Then come here more if you are free," Zhao Yuandong looked at her up and down, with distress in her eyes, "Look at you, you are so thin, you don't have any meat at all, don't you have any good food?"

Wen Yifan: "I ate it."

Zhao Yuandong looked at her several times, and sighed: "Our Ah Jiang has grown up and is much more beautiful than before."

Wen Yifan just smiled.

The two walked to the building where Zhao Yuandong lived.

The house where Zhao Yuandong lives now is not the same place where Wen Yifan moved with her after she remarried. She probably only moved a few years ago. It is a new high-end real estate, and the community greening and real estate are well done.

The space is also much larger.

In my impression, Zhao Yuandong had mentioned this to her.

But Wen Yifan didn't take it to heart, so he didn't remember when it happened.

Getting on the elevator, Zhao Yuandong said next to her: "By the way, you haven't met Xinxin yet." At this point, her smile became more obvious: "It's almost three years old."

The full name of Xinxin in Zhao Yuandong's mouth is Zheng Kexin.

Is Wen Yifan's half-brother.

"Your Uncle Zheng is still at work." The elevator happened to arrive, and Zhao Yuandong took out the key from her pocket, "Jiajia is not at home either. She will go home only a few weeks after going to university. And she told me specifically before. Once, she said that she was too young to be malicious to you, but now she wants to open it, and feels sorry for you."

Wen Yifan hummed softly.

Zhao Yuandong opened the door and let Wen Yifan in first: "Sit first."

As she said, she suddenly remembered something: "Yes, A Jiang. Your big aunt is here too. A few days ago, she heard me say that you have come to Nanwu, and this one also came here specially from Beiyu and said I want to see you--"

Hearing this, Wen Yifan raised his eyes.

At the same time, she saw the big aunt Che Yanqin, who was in Zhao Yuandong's mouth, coming out of the room.

"Yo, the frost is coming." Che Yanqin burned her aunt's head, about the same age as Zhao Yuandong, but she looked like two people of two ages, and her voice was thick, "Come on, let auntie see."

"..."

"I haven't seen him for many years," Che Yanqin laughed and cursed as he walked over. "You kid is really unconscionable. After going to university, I don't know where my home is. I don't know to come back to see my aunt."

Wen Yifan's expression froze and turned to look at Zhao Yuandong quietly.

Zhao Yuandong didn't notice, but just asked: "Where is Xinxin?"

"It's been a night of sleep, and I'm tired now." After speaking, Che Yanqin turned the topic back to Wen Yifan, "The longer the frost, the better it looks."

Zhao Yuandong smiled and said: "Yes, people can't move their eyes away."

Che Yanqin: "It looks much better than when you were young."

"Of course," Zhao Yuandong laughed, and then took Wen Yifan's hand and pulled her to sit down. "Let's sit down first, A Jiang and mother sit together and talk."

"..."

Sitting on another sofa, Che Yanqin asked casually, "What kind of work is Frosty doing now?"

Wen Yifan didn't speak up.

Instead, Zhao Yuandong took the initiative to help her answer: "It's still the same as in Yihe, journalist."

Che Yanqin frowned: "Isn't that not very profitable? It's bitter."

"A Jiang likes it," Zhao Yuandong said, "Anyway, there is enough money to live, and it doesn't need much."

"Yes." Che Yanqin suddenly stretched out his hand and patted Wen Yifan's arm, as if to be angry, "Shuangjiang, why don't you call someone when you see your aunt? It's rude to read too much books."

Wen Yifan raised his eyes to look at her, but still said nothing.

"A Jiang is now calmer than before, and he doesn't talk much..." Seeing the stalemate came down, Zhao Yuandong smiled with embarrassment, "A Jiang, so are you, why don't you call your aunt? She is kind to us. , I helped my mother take care of you for several years."

Che Yanqin smiled again: "Yes, I treat Frostfall the same as my daughter."

Wen Yifan only felt that their voices were like bombers, and her head was about to explode due to the noise.

She bowed her head, enduring the urge to get up and leave now.

"Yuandong." Che Yanqin glanced at the fruit on the table, "You see, Frostfall, didn't you buy the fruit? You go wash, let's eat it, don't waste her thoughts."

Zhao Yuandong just remembered this: "Okay, I'll have some fruit and I will prepare dinner."

When Zhao Yuandong entered the kitchen, Che Yanqin stared at Wen Yifan’s face, and said: "Frostfall, you say you, don’t know how to use your own advantage. You are so beautiful, just find a good husband to marry you. That’s it, it’s been so hard."

Wen Yifan just pretended not to hear.

"Don't be bothered by Auntie. Auntie is also for your own good. I don't feel comfortable seeing you being so tired." Che Yanqin said.

"Your uncle has a partner who is especially rich, but he may be older than you, but he is very good to people." Che Yanqin said, "My aunt will introduce you to you, so don't always live like this. , I have to find someone to hurt you more."

Wen Yifan raised his eyes.

Che Yanqin said again: "Also, your brother is going to get married this year, and the marriage room is not settled. We used to take care of you for so long, so you should help appropriately. Anyway, you don't need anything as a girl—"

The "brother" in her mouth is Wen Ming, the son of Che Yanqin.

"I met a company boss before," Wen Yifan interrupted her with expressionless expression, "He is also very rich, and it happens that he likes men. Do you need me to introduce Wen Ming to him?"

"..." Che Yanqin was taken aback, and immediately became angry, "How do you say this kid!"

Hearing the noise, Zhao Yuandong immediately came out of the kitchen: "What's the matter?"

Since entering, Wen Yifan's bag hasn't been taken off, and he just stood up right now. She felt that her patience had reached the limit, and she arranged her clothes: "I will not come to you again."

Zhao Yuandong did not hear clearly: "What?"

Wen Yifan met her gaze and repeated clearly: "This is the last time I have come to you."

"..."

"I didn't want to contact anyone anymore. But my dad told me that after he leaves, I have to take good care of you." This time Wen Yifan couldn't even show his smile, and said slowly, "He's this I can’t pretend to have heard the last words."

"..."

"Then you will treat me as dead with him."

When Wen Yifan returned home, the sky was completely dark.

She put on slippers, and as soon as she looked up, she saw Sang Yan lying on the sofa playing with her phone as usual. He was wearing casual clothes, with broken hair scattered on his forehead, sitting very lazy, and looking extremely comfortable.

It overlaps with the boy who sat behind her when she was young, and touched her chair with his leg to find a sense of existence.

The TV in the living room was turned on, and an unknown movie was playing, and there was a grandiose laugh.

Wen Yifan stopped in place and called him inexplicably: "Sang Yan."

There was almost no communication between the two at home.

Perhaps it was an accident, Sang Yan raised his eyes and put down the phone: "What?"

"..." Wen Yifan recovered, swallowed what was in his mouth, and smiled, "I may have to rest early today. Can you turn off the TV before nine o'clock?"

Sang Yan stared at her for a while, this time speaking very well: "Okay."

Wen Yifan nodded: "Thank you."

She returned to the room and took a shower quickly.

After coming out of the toilet, Wen Yifan felt exhausted, so tired that he could fall asleep as soon as he closed his eyes. But there were countless images across her brain uncontrollably, tearing her mind bit by bit.

Finally, it was pieced together bit by bit by dreams and sleepiness.

...

the other side.

Seeing Wen Yifan returned to the room, Sang Yan turned off the TV directly. I always felt that something was wrong with her. He continued to play the game for a while, and soon lost his mood and quit.

Sang Yan opened the chat window with Wen Yifan: [What's the matter with you? 】

Staring at it for a while, Sang Yan didn't hesitate for a long time, and he sent it happily. Then, he casually played the game again, and after the end of a round, he didn't reply.

Fell asleep so soon?

Seeing that it was late, Sang Yan put the phone aside, got up and went back to the room. He took the change of clothes and walked towards the bathroom. When he caught a glimpse of the direction of the master bedroom, his gaze stopped, and he went back to the living room to grab his mobile phone.

Then I entered the bathroom.

Sang Yan turned up the volume of the phone, took off his clothes and started taking a bath.

When he finished the shower and turned on his phone, the other end still didn't reply.

Sang Yan tugged at the corners of his lips, put on his clothes and left the bathroom. He put the phone back in his pocket, wiped his hair with a towel, and walked towards the kitchen, planning to get a bottle of ice water to drink.

He just walked to the location of the restaurant.

The sound of opening the door suddenly sounded behind him.

Sang Yan turned around.

Seeing Wen Yifan walking out, his movements were a little slow and his expression was dumbfounded.

He raised his eyebrows and put the towel around his neck: "What are you doing."

Wen Yifan didn't speak, and walked in his direction.

Stopped in front of him.

"You came out as soon as I took a shower? You don't have to be so purposeful," Sang Yan looked down at her, with a tone of indifference, "I want to see beautiful boys out—"

Before finishing speaking, Wen Yifan suddenly reached out and hugged him.

"..." Sang Yan's body froze.