Hard to Deceive

Look at each other.

At this moment, the TV background music seemed to be able to understand people's words, and was extremely cooperative. The surroundings were so quiet that they could even hear the sound of the needle falling, and they were in an extremely embarrassing situation.

Wen Yifan withdrew his gaze calmly.

The emotions inside were surging like a stormy sea.

hug me.

Dear, off, me, one, next.

hold.

Dear.

"..."

These two words almost burned Wen Yifan.

Wen Yifan wanted to feel the burning of his cheeks very clearly, completely uncontrollable. She wanted to calm down, try to calm down, calmly analyze the possibility of this matter.

Then quickly gave him an appropriate answer.

But Sang Yan never gave her this time. His gaze was still on her, and the hanging man said: "No, why are you blushing?"

Wen Yifan calmly said: "Oh, is it red?"

Like discovering a new world, Sang Yan looked at her: "Yes."

"It may be that the food I ate tonight is too spicy," Wen Yifan said without changing his face and talking without hurriedly. "My friend just said that I was very red."

Sang Yan pulled her lower lip and looked obviously unbelievable: "That's how it is."

Whether Wen Yifan believes it or not, it's enough that he can handle it now. After the shock, she thought about it again and felt that what Sang Yan said was not quite right.

If he just said to hug, Wen Yifan still thinks it might be true.

After all, the difficulty of this behavior is not great.

But plus dear...

Wen Yifan felt that he was sleepwalking and beat him up, which was more reliable than what he said.

"Did you talk about this," Wen Yifan said in a thin voice, carefully considering his words, "It's a bit exaggerated? I might just be sleepwalking and accidentally bumped into you, and then got some limbs. Touch."

"Oh. What do you mean," Sang Yan said in a leisurely tone, piercing directly, "I deliberately pour dirty water on you."

"..." Wen Yifan said immediately, "I didn't mean that."

"I don't mean to accuse you." Sang Yan's expression was loose before the broken hair scattered on his forehead, "But I am the one who has been taken advantage of. You can't bite me like that, right?"

Wen Yifan had no memory at all. At this time, there was a very strong dumb feeling of eating coptis. She felt that this was really unreasonable, and she couldn't help but say: "Since there is such a thing, why haven't you told me."

"Why not?" Sang Yan said, "but didn't you say that it was a special situation."

"..."

"I am not such a careful person."

These words made Wen Yifan stunned for a while, recalling that the next morning when he returned from Zhao Yuandong, he woke up and received the inexplicable thumbs-up expression from Sang Yan.

Wen Yifan fell silent and began to doubt himself.

Sang Yan owed his knife back: "But this is nothing."

Wen Yifan raised his head.

"Thinking in the day, dreaming in the night -" Sang Yan dragged his tone and uttered another word, "You?"

"..."

Wen Yifan endured, "Can I ask you a question?"

Sang Yan: "Say."

When he first said about this situation, Wen Yifan wanted to ask this question, but he felt that this question was embarrassing and would push the current situation to a more embarrassing state.

So Wen Yifan resisted not mentioning it.

But at this moment he was still forced by his attitude: "Where did I kiss you..."

"..." Sang Yan paused.

The ambiguity seemed to melt into the air along with these words, fermenting and spreading.

As soon as the words came out, Wen Yifan also regretted a little. But the words spoken are like spilled water and cannot be recovered. Her brain was stretched into a line, but her eyes rested peacefully on his body, pretending to be patiently waiting.

Sang Yan raised his eyelashes and pointed randomly at the corner of his right lip.

"how?"

"You pointed to this position. Given our height difference, I should be—" Wen Yifan paused for two seconds, unable to say the word, and changed his words, "I can't touch it."

Sang Yan stared at her straightly for a while, and then said magnanimously: "Okay, it's okay if you don't admit it."

"..."

Wen Yifan stood up suddenly: "Otherwise."

Sang Yan looked up.

At the next moment, Wen Yifan said again: "Let's repeat the case?"

"..."

Sang Yan smiled: "Do you want to take advantage of me for the second time?"

"I won't run into you." Wen Yifan said with a good temper. "I just think the possibility of what you said is a bit low. I want to confirm it. Later, when you live here, you still feel that your personal safety is Guaranteed."

"..."

Wen Yifan looked at him: "Can you stand up for a while?"

Sang Yan leaned on the back of the sofa, raised his head slightly, and looked at her for a long while. He didn't say much, put the phone aside, and stood up as if compromised.

The situation of the two was reversed in an instant.

Sangyan was almost a head taller than her, and her head just reached the position of his jaw. Following his actions, Wen Yifan looked from the bottom up, watching him change from lowering his head to raising his head.

From this angle, he couldn't even touch the position he said.

"Right." Wen Yifan stared at the corner of his lips, and immediately heaved a sigh of relief, "I can't touch it at all, so is there any misunderstanding... unless it's me tiptoeing or you bowing your head -"

Wen Yifan raised his eyes as he spoke and ran into his eyes.

Her expression was slightly startled, only to realize that the distance between the two of them was narrowing unconsciously.

-The scene is still.

As if in the next second, the man in front of him would bow his head just as she said.

Wen Yifan looked away, his heart beating faster inexplicably. She pursed her lips, took a step back, and didn't worry about it anymore: "But this is just my guess."

Sang Yan's eyes were jet-black, like the endless night outside.

"You really have no reason to lie to me. Although this behavior is beyond my control, I still want to apologize to you." Wen Yifan thought for a while and said seriously, "If there are still such things in the future, you Just give me a punch."

"..."

Wen Yifan held back for a long time and reminded: "Protect yourself."

...

After dropping the string of words, Wen Yifan returned to the room. She closed the door, stood leaning against the door panel, thinking for a while what she had just said nonsense.

After smoothing one by one and feeling that there was nothing wrong, Wen Yifan returned to his senses and walked inward.

She lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about where Sang Yan had just pointed.

It seems to be the location of his pear vortex.

"..."

Ugh.

That is not true, is it.

But she sleepwalked so many times in the four years of college, and she never heard any roommate say that she would take the initiative to hug relatives...

But she used to.

Indeed.

I like it very much.

Sang Yan's pear vortex.

Wen Yifan is not so sure at this moment.

She felt that her brain was like a paste, in a ball after another, and she couldn't think clearly. After a long time, Wen Yifan sat up abruptly, picked up the chair in front of the dressing table, and placed it in front of the door.

In the next few days, Wen Yifan's first reaction every day when he woke up was to see if the chair was still in its original position. After being so nervous for a while, she was sure that there was nothing unusual before her spirit relaxed.

Although it is impossible to verify that what Sang Yan said is true or false, Wen Yifan always feels that he has done something wrong. When I saw him, there was always a trace of unknown guilty and embarrassment lingering in my heart.

As a result, Wen Yifan felt that getting along with him seemed a little weird compared to before.

But Sang Yan seemed to be indifferent at all, as if nothing had happened, his emotions were not in the slightest. Because of this, Wen Yifan doesn't behave too much.

She only hopes that she will no longer sleepwalk, nor do the same or even more exaggerated behavior.

As time passed, the whole March passed.

Wen Yifan adjusted the break with the director in advance. On the day of Qingming Festival, she couldn't sleep well. She found several horror movies and watched them all night. She didn't fall asleep in a daze until dawn.

But after less than two hours of sleep, he woke up naturally.

Wen Yifan got up to wash, pulled out the black sweater in the closet, and left the room. She got up much earlier than usual, and Sang Yan should still be asleep. The living room was empty at this time.

It was cloudy outside, and the light in the house looked dull.

Wen Yifan didn't have much appetite, so he took a carton of milk from the refrigerator and went out soon.

After checking the route, Wen Yifan got on a nearby bus and went to the cemetery on the outskirts of Nanwu.

The previous few times, Wen Yifan followed Zhao Yuandong, or the uncle and grandma together. At that time, they were all driven directly by them. This was the first time she came by herself.

The location is quite far from the city, and it takes four or five hours to take the bus to and from.

After getting out of the car, you have to walk about one kilometer. Construction is underway around this area, and the roads are bumpy. There is no dedicated parking space, so the car is parked in a mess.

Wen Yifan followed the direction indicated by the phone map.

After arriving at the cemetery.

Wen Yifan made a simple registration, then entered the ashes hall and walked in.

The corridor was so long that it seemed to have no end. Looking at it from both sides, there were tall and long rows of cabinets containing countless souls of the dead. Wen Yifan walked in silence until he stopped in one of the rows.

She walked in and carefully found the words Wen Liangzhe.

I have forgotten how many years have passed since I visited him last time.

Wen Yifan stared at the name for a long time before yelling softly: "Dad."

"..."

"The frost is back."

It was a call without any response.

At that time, Wen Yifan couldn't believe it.

Why did people who were alive some time ago suddenly become cold corpses? That tall and sturdy father, unknown to him by some magic, was reduced and put into this small box.

Never speak again.

She always feels like a dream.

I'll be fine when I wake up.

But this nightmare continued, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't wake up.

Wen Yifan stood there and was silent for a long time without saying anything. At a certain moment, her eyelids moved, and she suddenly noticed the dust on the spirit card, which formed a sharp contrast with the spirit card next door.

It seems that no one has come to visit for a long time.

Zhao Yuandong has a new family, and maybe only once in a few years. Grandma and the uncle's family live in Beiyu, and probably won't rush over because of this incident.

Wen Liangzhe's smile was engraved on the tablet, always fixed at that moment.

There will be no more emotions.

Wen Yifan's eyes gradually turned red. She blinked vigorously and reached out to wipe the dust away.

The time to get home is slightly earlier than usual.

Wen Yifan habitually looked around the living room and second bedroom, and Sang Yan didn't seem to be back yet. She retracted her gaze and raised her foot into the kitchen. She hadn't eaten anything all day, and her stomach was a little uncomfortable now.

Wen Yifan cooked some porridge first. She flipped through the refrigerator, took out some ingredients, and planned to make any soup to accompany the porridge.

Turning on the faucet, Wen Yifan peeled the watermelon and cleaned it. She lowered her eyes, picked up the kitchen knife, cut into neat small pieces neatly, and then took a box of fish skin dumplings from the refrigerator, opened two rows and threw them down.

When it was almost cooked, Sang Yan just came back from outside. While taking off his jacket, he glanced in the direction of the kitchen and said casually: "Are you skipping work today?"

"It's okay, I'll be back early." Wen Yifan said, "Have you had dinner?"

"Nope."

"Let's eat that piece, I have cooked a lot." Wen Yifan turned off the fire and brought out the soup. "But if I drink porridge at night, I don't know if you can get enough. Otherwise, would you cook something else?"

Sang Yan also entered the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves and brought out the porridge: "I'm too lazy."

Wen Yifan nodded.

The two ate dinner in silence.

It was Sang Yan who finished eating first, but he didn't get up and went back to the living room, just sitting in his place and looking at his phone. Wen Yifan quickly finished the porridge and got up: "The table, did you come to clean up?"

Sangyan used to cook dinner, and if she cooks too much, let her eat.

Although it sounds like he is asking her, Wen Yifan helps clean up the table every time out of the psychology of cannibalism. It's actually quite easy. There is a dishwasher at home, and there is nothing to do after tidying up the table.

Sang Yan is very fair: "Okay."

Wen Yifan returned to the room and lay back on the bed after washing.

I only slept for less than two hours last night, but for some reason, Wen Yifan was not too sleepy. After tossing about in bed for a while, she gave up struggling, got up, turned on the computer and started writing the news release.

It wasn't until two o'clock in the morning that Wen Yifan yawned and rubbed his eyes that could not be opened.

As she was about to go back to bed, she remembered something again, turned and moved the chair to the door.

Block your only way out.

...

Three o'clock in the middle of the night.

Sang Yan finished the last game, went to the kitchen and turned a bottle of ice water out. He unscrewed the bottle cap and took a few mouthfuls. When he was about to return to the room, he suddenly heard movement outside.

His eyelashes moved, and he lifted his foot to walk out.

It happened to see Wen Yifan walking out of the aisle, as if he hadn't noticed his figure, his footsteps didn't stop. She moved slowly and her expression was sluggish, and she seemed to be about to hit the bookcase next to her.

Sang Yan's eyebrows beat, and he walked quickly to her, reaching out to touch her head.

At the same time, Wen Yifan knocked his forehead on the palm of his hand.

The action is frozen.

After a few seconds, Wen Yifan changed direction and walked towards the sofa.

Sang Yan retracted his hand and continued to drink water while paying attention to her behavior.

Same as last time.

Wen Yifan walked to the sofa and sat down, staring at the void in a daze.

Sang Yan walked near her, did not sit back to his usual position, and dragged the bench next to her at will and sat in front of her.

The light in the living room was still dim, so Sang Yan didn't turn on the light specially. With the moonlight coming in from outside, and the extra bright lights in the aisle, the room doesn't look dim now.

The atmosphere is too quiet.

Sang Yan only occasionally heard the sound of drinking water.

I don't know how long it took, Wen Yifan's eyes dropped, as if he had only noticed Sang Yan next to him. Seeing that he doesn't have any thinking ability, he freezes rigidly.

In this light and night, it still looks a little crippled.

But Sang Yan felt funny: "Finally saw me?"

Wen Yifan didn't say a word, his eyes moved and stopped at the corner of his right lip.

Sang Yan played with the taste: "What are you looking at."

Seeing that her gaze had not moved, Sang Yan suddenly remembered that there was a girly Liwor in her place, and was about to grab a smile. But at the same time, Wen Yifan, who had been sitting still on the sofa obediently, suddenly bent down.

In his direction.

The movement is still slow, but it looks like it has a purpose.

Her eyes were still on the corner of his right lip.

The distance is getting closer.

As if expecting something, Sang Yan stared straight at her, his Adam's apple slipped slowly. He didn't take the initiative to do anything else, but he didn't dodge at all, just staying in place.

Like an aggressor lurking in the dark.

But patiently to the extreme, waiting for her to take the initiative, little by little, to send herself over.

Wen Yifan raised his hand and propped it on his shoulder.

At that moment, time seemed to slow down.

One second seems to be longer than a year.

Sang Yan lowered his eyes.

Seeing her eyebrows that made him dream. The eyelashes are thick as a brush, as if scratching his heart. The face is plain facing the sky, and the complexion is almost transparent.

It's like a blurred scene.

The next moment, as he expected.

Sang Yan clearly felt that something touched the corner of his right lip.