Hard to Deceive

Perceiving her tone, Sang Yan moved closer, reached out and pinched her chin, and lifted it up. His eyes were like lacquer, and he looked as if he didn't understand her words: "When?" "The results of the college entrance examination came out," Wen Yifan met his eyebrows, his voice was soft and slow, "You come to Beiyu The day you found me."

"..." Maybe it was because I didn't expect this answer, Sang Yan's expression paused, his expression could not show emotion. After a few seconds, he twitched his lips and said lazily, "Did it rain that day?"

Wen Yifan didn't say a word, just nodded.

"It's going to be soaked, I apologize." Sang Yan moved her hand and pinched her face forcefully. As if he didn't take that matter seriously, his eyebrows frivolously, "What's the matter with my old man in the rain? What's so delicate."

Wen Yifan's throat felt astringent and looked at him quietly.

Sang Yan's tone was idle: "How can you treat your object as a delicate flower all day long."

"..."

"Let's go," Sang Yan did not continue the topic, opened the umbrella, and asked by the way, "have you had dinner?"

Wen Yifan followed him: "Eat the plane meal."

"Will you be full?" Sang Yan said, "eat later."

"Great."

In the past two days, the two did not have much contact, and the only conversation was through WeChat text communication. In addition, their last conversation was not pleasant, and the atmosphere at the moment was a little uncomfortable.

Wen Yifan couldn't help peeking at him: "Shall we go to Yida now?"

Sang Yan said.

Counting college and work, Wen Yifan stayed in this city for six years.

Although she has been away for two years, she is still familiar with the city: "You can take the airport bus over there, and there is a direct car. But for the two of us, the price of a taxi to Yida is also -"

Before finishing talking, Wen Yifan noticed that Sang Yan was leading the way. She pinched her voice and said, "Oh, you just came over there, you should know the way..."

Sang Yan: "Well, stop the car."

Wen Yifan: "Good."

The two got into a taxi parked at the edge of the airport.

Wen Yifan got into the car first, sat down in the back, and reported "Yihe University" to the driver. The next moment, Sang Yan got in the car too, and after a glance at her, he habitually came over to fasten her seat belt.

Then he sat back.

Wen Yifan glanced in his direction.

Perhaps sensing her gaze, Sang Yan pulled the seat belt and fastened herself soon.

Upon seeing this, Wen Yifan remembered the conversation between the two in the car on the day she was drunk. She licked her lower lip, and chatted with him actively: "How about only in Yihe?"

These words seemed to make Sang Yan think of something, and his voice was cold: "Very good."

Wen Yifan said with concern: "Then have you made up with her?"

Earlier, Wen Yifan accidentally heard Sang Yan and Sang Zhi calling.

The content of the conversation is probably that Sang Zhi found a graduate boyfriend in Yihe, and stayed at school for this reason and did not go home during the summer vacation. The two also quarreled for a while, and then a long cold war continued.

"How is her boyfriend?" Wen Yifan was a little curious, and then asked, "Have you seen it?"

"..." After a long time, Sang Yan said, "I saw it."

Wen Yifan said, "How are people?"

Sang Yan: "You have seen photos."

The light inside the car was dim, and Wen Yifan couldn't see Sang Yan's expression clearly. She had never seen a picture of a man Sang Yan took the initiative to show her, and she was a little confused: "When?"

This time Sang Yan directly said the name of the person: "Duan Jiaxu."

"..." After a long time of reaction, Wen Yifan understood it paradoxically, and then came to a conclusion, "Is it the only object of your university roommate? It's your scandal object."

Sang Yan hummed casually.

Wen Yifan asked again: "So your roommate is now a graduate student at Yihe University?"

Sang Yan sneered.

"I remember," Wen Yifan remembered that he was at home before, and that he had called Duan Jiaxu several times. "Didn't you ask him to take care of your sister before?"

It was like a steady stream of stabs in Sang Yan's chest. He did not speak and looked in her direction again.

Wen Yifan didn't quite understand and looked back at him blankly. It didn't take long before she gradually figured out a situation: "Didn't they both tell you? You only found out when you came over."

Sang Yan still looked at her.

Wen Yifan thought about the reason for the two quarrel before he came to Yihe.

It's also because I didn't tell him something and kept him in the dark. As a result, he flew over to Yihe for a few hours and received the same treatment on the side of his roommate and sister...

She fell silent immediately.

The car fell silent again.

After a while, Sang Yan offered to offer: "Pick the hotel."

Wen Yifan raised his eyes.

Sang Yan: "Didn't you pick a few for me before."

"..." This was what Wen Yifan said to Sang Yan in the car at the time, and she thought he hadn't listened at all. She nodded quickly, and took out the phone from her pocket, "Then you see which one you like."

Sang Yan flipped through his favorites, picked one at random, and returned her phone.

Wen Yifan: "Is this one?"

Sang Yan: "Yeah."

As for the room type, Wen Yifan hesitated for a while before choosing a standard twin room: "Then I booked one?"

Sang Yan looked at her immediately.

Fearing that he would not like it, Wen Yifan added: "Two beds."

Sang Yan's eyes were meaningful, and only after a while did he respond, "Okay."

After booking the hotel, Wen Yifan told the driver the name of the hotel and asked him to drive the car directly downstairs.

Sang Yan tilted her head, her eyes lowered, and stopped on her thigh, which was covered by the trousers: "Did you take medicine?"

Wen Yifan did not react: "What medicine?"

"Leg injury."

Wen Yifan said: "I forgot."

Sang Yan nodded and said nothing.

When approaching the destination, Sang Yan looked out the window and suddenly asked the driver to stop. Later, the two got out of the car directly at this block. Wen Yifan was a little at a loss: "Why are you here?"

Sang Yan opened the umbrella and motioned with his eyes: "Go buy medicine."

Following his gaze, Wen Yifan raised his eyes and noticed that there was a pharmacy next to him.

After leaving the pharmacy, the two walked side by side in the direction of the hotel.

Wen Yifan lowered his head and stared at his empty hand. She was a little unaccustomed to this state, her palms were slightly closed and opened again: "Sang Yan."

Sang Yan looked ahead: "Huh?"

Wen Yifan whispered: "Why don't you lead me."

"..." Sang Yan stopped, and turned his head to look at her, "I'm not going to take my luggage and umbrella, I'm out of hand."

"Then I'll take the luggage, okay?" Wen Yifan said seriously, "I want you to lead me."

Sang Yan stared directly at her, and after three seconds of silence, he suddenly lowered his head and laughed. His eyebrows stretched out, and the pear vortex on his lips was also looming: "Wen Shuang Jiang, what are you acting like?"

That stiff atmosphere seemed to disappear with her words, returning to its former appearance.

Wen Yifan was stunned. She realized that she was acting like a baby, and her face was hot and nervous. She maintained her composure, pretending that her request was reasonable.

"Oh." Sang Yan raised his eyebrows, dragging his tone, with a little tone, "So you come to Yihe, just want to come and hold a hand with me."

"..."

With that, Sang Yan handed her the umbrella: "Take it."

Wen Yifan took it subconsciously.

Sang Yan reminded: "Use that hand, or how can I hold it?"

Wen Yifan changed his hand obediently.

In the next moment, Sang Yan took her hand and pinched it in the palm of her hand. His palms are wide and warm, and they hold people hard, but they won't make her feel pain. I just feel full of security.

Wen Yifan is a head shorter than him, and holding the umbrella in this position is a bit strenuous. She paid attention to Sang Yan's expression and thought to herself, he seemed to like to act like a baby.

Fortunately, the pharmacy was not far from the hotel booked by the two, and it was less than five minutes' walk. The two entered the nine o'clock gate and took out their ID cards to check in at the front desk.

In this gap, Sang Yan asked suddenly: "Why didn't you tell me before coming over."

Wen Yifan answered honestly: "I'm afraid you won't let me come."

"..." Sang Yan looked at her.

"I'm afraid you don't really want to see me now."

Sang Yan squeezed her hand vigorously: "Say something that people can listen to."

After thinking about it, Wen Yifan asked politely again: "Then why are you going back suddenly?"

Sang Yan: "See if you don't reply."

Wen Yifan was taken aback: "Because I was on the plane..."

"I know, remember to tell me next time." Sang Yan rubbed her head vigorously and said slowly, "Otherwise you call me later and I will get on the plane back to Nanwu."

"..."

After they got the room card, they took the elevator back to the room.

Sang Yan put down his luggage and glanced at the time on his watch: "Want to go out to eat, or order a takeaway?"

Wen Yifan didn't want to move as soon as he entered the room: "Let's order takeaway."

"Okay." Sang Yan handed her the mobile phone and turned on the air conditioner. "After ordering, I will take a shower. It's time to get the medicine."

Listening to Sang Yan's comments, Wen Yifan ordered two meals, then opened his duffel bag and took out his change of clothes. She walked into the toilet and gradually began to wander around, remembering her purpose this time.

After dragging it all the way, I haven't mentioned it yet.

At the beginning, I mentioned it, but in the end he broke the topic.

From last night to now, Wen Yifan has been thinking about how to tell him. After the topic was over, she didn't know how to bring it up again. I just feel that this is not a pleasant thing.

Anything will lead to a heavy atmosphere.

She sighed, her mood getting more and more nervous and nervous.

Wen Yifan didn't know what reaction Sang Yan would give after he knew it.

But she knows.

Sang Yan is different from the others.

He must be different.

...

When Wen Yifan came out of the bathroom, the takeaway had been delivered.

At this time Sang Yan was sitting on one of the beds, holding a medicine bag in his hand: "Come here, apply the medicine and take it."

Wen Yifan walked over and sat beside him, watching him take out the medicine bottle and cotton swab from the medicine bag. She lowered her eyes and stared at the red rope on his right wrist and the small snowflake pendant above.

She was a little lost.

I remembered what Sang Yan had said.

――"Wen Yifan, can you consider my feelings?"

――"Do you think I just believe it?"

Thinking of Sang Yan finally tidying up her trouser legs in silence. He lowered his head, his back was slightly curved, and the emotions on his face were extremely flat, but it made people feel the powerlessness he hid. It was completely different from his usual appearance.

Sang Yan held her calf and stared at the wound on her leg, frowning: "Have you touched the water again?"

Wen Yifan recovered: "Ah, I accidentally got it just now."

Sang Yan's tone was not very good: "Don't wash it tomorrow."

"..."

Later, Sang Yan picked up the cotton swab and wiped the water off her wound again and again. His lip line was straightened, his mood was obviously bad when he looked at it, but his behavior was light to the extreme.

As if he was afraid that heavier it would hurt her.

Wen Yifan stared at his slightly lowered head, his palms gradually tightened, and he plucked up the courage to speak, "Sang Yan, this wound was caused a few days ago. I met Che Xingde in the parking lot of the unit that day. It's my uncle's person."

Upon hearing this, Sang Yan raised his eyes: "Yeah."

"In Nanwu, I saw him for the first time a year ago. I once worked overtime in the middle of the night," Wen Yifan said, "He was a party involved and had a drunk driving and crashed. But nothing happened at the time, and then I was with you. See him at'Overtime'."

"Then he probably knew that I was working at Nanwu Radio and Television, and he started to wait for me downstairs in my unit, but I did not meet him several times."

"He wanted me to give him 10,000 yuan that day. I ignored him, so he snatched my bag and pushed me a bit." When talking about these things, Wen Yifan's tone was very calm, "After that, I I called the police and nothing major happened."

Sang Yan listened quietly, without stopping, gently administering medicine to her.

After a while.

"I didn't tell you the truth before." Wen Yifan seldom confides in people, speaking very slowly, "After my father passed away, my stepsister didn't like me very much. Then my mother sent me to My grandma raised it."

"But then my grandma was in poor health, so I was sent to my uncle." Wen Yifan said in a low voice, "My uncle's family doesn't like me very much either."

"In high school, the second time we were called as parents because of a puppy love, it was my uncle who passed by. After I went home that day, I was in a bad mood, so I lost my temper with you on the phone." Wen Yifan pressed hard. Lips, dare not look at him, "I'm sorry, but what I said is not the truth, I don't bother you."

Sang Yan stopped.

"After I moved to Beiyu, Che Xingde moved in when I was in my third year of high school." Wen Yifan's tone became a bit difficult when I mentioned this, "That is, he has been harassing me."

Hearing this, Sang Yan put down the cotton swab in his hand. His Adam's apple rolled lightly and his voice was dumb: "Wen Shuangjiang, I don't want to say it, let's not say it."

"I didn't want to say it," Wen Yifan shook his head and continued. "The week he filled out his volunteers, he came into my room one night..."

Wen Yifan lowered his head, his eyes were a little empty, and skipped this paragraph: "But nothing big happened. Because my uncle and they came back at three in the morning every night, and they came back on time that day."

Sang Yan closed his eyes and held her in his arms, unable to say a word.

He didn't dare to think about it at all.

She didn't dare to think about how she came here during that time.

The girl who doesn't have any temper, has a soft personality, and treats everyone very kindly.

After encountering this kind of thing, how did you get through it.

"I really reported to Nantah at the beginning. I want to go to a university with you. I didn't lie to you." Wen Yifan's eyes grew red and he started to be a little incoherent. "But, something bad happened. "

"I am, I didn't know what to do at the time, no one helped me."

Wen Yifan held back his tears: "Sang Yan, no one is on my side."

She didn't want to cry at all.

I just feel that she shouldn't cry.

Because even if she was treated badly, it wasn't the reason she used to hurt Sang Yan.

"I didn't think about anything at the time, I just didn't want to stay in Beiyu and Nanwu anymore. I just wanted to go a little farther." Wen Yifan said, "I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you."

"..."

"Sorry, I told you such a bad thing."

So many years.

She never thought about what happened at that time.

I just remember that she had a heavy tone at the time and said very bad things to Sang Yan.

But with the passage of time, I gradually forgot.

Think of it again today.

She just remembered.

She had said this before.

She had said such bad things.

Sangyanga said gravity and hugged her to her lap. His voice was hoarse, and he stroked the corners of her red eyes, his tone seemed serious and casual: "Remember what I told you at the time."

Wen Yifan raised his head: "What."

At this moment, it seemed to be back in that dark alley.

The two stood under the dark rain curtain, covered by a small umbrella, and pulled very close. Everything around is pulling away, the rain is rustling, and the darkness is disappearing.

The face of the boy in front of him was long open, his facial features were stronger and mature than before, and he repeated in a low voice.

"Do you have nothing to tell me?"

That year, the girl who closed herself up and was silent without giving any answer.

At that time, it also gave a different answer.

"…some."

Sang Yan pulled the corners of his lips: "Then say it now."

Wen Yifan sniffed, "I really like that you come to Beiyu to find me. I don't think it annoying to come out to meet you."

Sang Yan: "Hmm. Anything else."

"I just think I changed my wish. I didn't do it well. I forgot to tell you." Wen Yifan said, "And Yihe is so far away from Nanwu. I don't want you to come here like you were in high school. Find me."

"anything else."

"I haven't made an appointment with anyone, I just made an appointment with you."

"Ok."

"I think," Wen Yifan looked at his eyebrows, tears finally fell uncontrollably, "I don't deserve you."

Sang Yan wiped away her tears: "Retract this sentence."

"..."

"Wen Shuangjiang, why don't you think I have been looking for someone for so many years?" Sang Yan stared at her, with an arrogant tone and high eyes, "I only like the best, understand?"

"..."

Wen Yifan stared at him blankly, his mind was occupied by the three words he said "the best". She continued to say everything she wanted to say: "I didn't use you as a spare tire."

"Ok."

"For so many years, I have never liked anyone except you."

"Ok."

"I'm sorry, Sang Yan." As if removing the stones that had been accumulated in his chest for many years, Wen Yifan slowly finished the last sentence without choking, "I missed the appointment."

Sang Yan looked down at her: "Yeah."

Very quiet room.

The lights are bright, and the rain outside the window is getting bigger, but it can't affect them.

That bitter rainy night, the time covered by mud and bottomless darkness, the past that neither of them wanted to mention again. At this moment, it is finally a thing of the past.

After a long while.

Wen Yifan felt that something warm fell on his forehead. Accompanying this, Sang Yan said solemnly and clearly.

"I forgive you."