Hard to Deceive

"Isn't this the same as the one just now? Yes, it really saves me trouble." Sang Yan said slowly, "Every time I wish to say what I want to do."

Thinking of last year's birthday wish, Wen Yifan couldn't help refuting: "The wish I thought of last year was related to my work."

"Huh? You remembered wrong." Sang Yan was shameless, "You said you want me to be your object."

"..."

The two walked along the street.

Sang Yan continued to ask, "Anything else?"

"Are you going to give me three chances to make a wish?" But Wen Yifan had no wish, staring at his tall and generous back, thinking for a long time, "Then you carry me."

When he blurted out, Wen Yifan remembered that he had only removed the stitches this morning: "Forget it, I'm still--"

Before she could finish her words, Sang Yan was already half-bended: "Come on."

"..."

Wen Yifan stared at him and quickly climbed up: "Then it will be fine after a while."

Sang Yan stood up, walked forward carrying her, and said, "Is there any more?"

Wen Yifan suddenly realized that he seemed to realize many wishes for her. She looked at his profile and curled her lips. She suddenly felt that being a birthday star on his birthday is really something to look forward to: "Then you laugh."

Sang Yan rolled his head and swept her.

Wen Yifan stretched out his hand and hooked his chin, behaving like molesting a Liang family woman: "I want to see your pear."

Sang Yanpi smiled and said, "I don't have that stuff."

"Why don't you admit that you have?" Wen Yifan was a little puzzled when he mentioned this, and poke his lips at the place where the pear vortex was on his lips. "This is so cute, I want to have one too."

"..."

lovely.

Sang Yan's eyebrows jumped, and he reminded: "Wen Shuangjiang, don't use this word to describe me."

Staring at the heavy burden of his tough guy, Wen Yifan couldn't help laughing and began to pinch his face. Her strength is neither light nor heavy, as if she wants to pinch his pear vortex out: "Sang Yan, I like your pear vortex very much."

Like a bag of air, Sang Yan allowed her to pinch, but this time he had acquiesced that he had a pear vortex.

"Why don't you like me?"

"That said," Wen Yifan began to make a wish again, "then you can't show your Limao to others."

When Sang Yan stopped, he suddenly felt a little funny: "Wen Shuangjiang, how did you become so authoritarian?"

Wen Yifan's eyes were curved into beautiful crescents, and his speech was slow but he seemed confident: "Isn't this what you asked me to wish?"

"Okay." Sang Yan was very easy to talk today, as if she had no bottom line at all, and was responsive to all her requirements. "In the future, I will only have Liwor in front of you."

Wen Yifan then smiled and retracted his hand.

Sang Yan said again, "Anything else."

Wen Yifan thought to himself.

I happened to pass by a milk tea shop.

Inside, there is a song from the recent fire, "You were a boy" by SHE.

/Many years ago/You have clear eyes/

/Running/Like a spring lightning/

...

/Fall in love with someone/I am not afraid to give my life/

Wen Yifan's eyelashes moved, and he suddenly raised his eyes to stare at the man in front of him.

He is looking ahead, with black hair and dark eyes, the curve of his profile is hale and smooth, with a bit of sharpness. After so many years, his appearance has matured a lot, but the youthful feeling between his eyes is still full.

Wen Yifan instantly remembered that when he was a teenager, he stuffed a basketball into her hand, and then he didn't know where to borrow money from her back. At that time, he was able to lower his face to help her borrow money, and he is still the same as before, patiently asking her birthday wishes one by one.

Help her realize one by one.

Wen Yifan was gradually in a daze, and the tip of his nose began to panic, and he looked back inexplicably.

From this angle, Wen Yifan could still see the corner of the coffee shop from a distance. It seems to be about to disappear.

Zhao Yuandong could not be seen at all.

At this moment, Wen Yifan's negative emotions surged with hindsight. Her heart was a little empty, and she really felt that she seemed to have completely said goodbye to the past.

It seemed that something had been dug out of her heart abruptly.

On this day of her 25th birthday.

Withdrawing his gaze, Wen Yifan buried his face in Sang Yan's neck.

Noting her movement, Sang Yan looked over again: "What? Haven't thought about it yet?"

Wen Yifan realized that she didn't seem to be as indifferent as she showed. Her eye sockets were getting wet, and his neck was stained little by little, coldly: "Sang Yan."

Sang Yan paused: "What's wrong?"

"Except you," Wen Yifan hooked his neck, enduring the trembling in his voice, "No one loves me anymore."

"..."

I don't know when it started, and the two of them moved away from the bustling streets.

Under the dim street light, Sang Yan stopped. Lights and shadows intertwined, his face became less clear, he just stared at Wen Yifan on his back, his eyes were dull and unclear.

His voice was very soft, and something seemed to come out: "I only love you."

From the heartbeat when I was young, it continues to the present, and then to every moment in the future.

I only love you.

"..."

Wen Yifan raised his eyes and met his eyes through the misty eyes.

"Wen Shuang Jiang," Sang Yan raised his eyebrows with a smile, raised his head and kissed her chin, and said slowly and seriously, "Make another wish."

Wen Yifan still has a heavy nasal voice: "What?"

Under the grand night, a hot wind was blowing on the streets. The surroundings are extremely quiet, no other people can be seen, and the world seems to be only two of them.

The two only looked at each other, as if they could not tolerate anyone.

Make another wish.

except me.

There will be many people who love you.

As soon as the frosts passed, it seemed that the scorching tropics were also gone, and the winter in Nanwu City followed. As time passed, Sang Yan's wound gradually recovered, and in the end only a shallow scar remained.

Wen Yifan checked a lot of methods for removing scars, and it took several days to make his scars fade.

The end of the year is unconsciously.

When returning to Taiwan during an interview, Wen Yifan was talked by Gan Hongyuan in the suburbs. Roughly this year's annual meeting is almost here. Seeing that her resume says that she has ten years of dancing experience, she was asked to prepare a show to win glory for the "Communication" column group.

Wen Yifan was caught off guard: "Director, I have been jumping for ten years, but I haven't been jumping for nearly ten years."

Gan Hongyuan smiled while holding a thermos bottle and drinking tea: "It's okay, it's better than nothing. And it's all fun. There are not a few young girls here. We are all big men. No one loves it. Look."

Wen Yifan said euphemistically: "But I don't have time to practice, and I haven't practiced the basic skills for a long time. I have a lot of follow-up reports on hand to follow..."

Gan Hongyuan nodded, very considerate: "You don't have to submit a topic for me lately, so prepare for the show. Don't make it too festive. Our group needs to be different, you know? Let's skip the arts."

"..."

Wen Yifan said a few more rejections, but they were all rejected by Gan Hongyuan.

In the end, she was taken off the job like a duck.

Back at the position, Su Tian leaned in curiously: "What is the director looking for? What about the annual meeting?"

Wen Yifan looked over, "Have you been found too?"

"Yes, but I don't have any special skills. He said one and I would refute one." Su Tian really couldn't do this, and said with a smile. "Last year, she took the initiative to prepare when Sister Lin was there. I can't find a director this year. Very worried. I think he has just found several people, and now it seems that he has decided on you."

Wen Yifan had a headache.

"It's okay, just jump casually. You saw it at the annual meeting last year. There were few performances that could be watched, but it was lively." Su Tian comforted her, "And there are prizes or something. By the way, you can make Sang The duck king comes here together."

Wen Yifan straightened up slightly after hearing this.

Su Tian was half joking: "Maybe he wants to watch you dance."

Wen Yifan looked at Su Tian, ​​as if thinking of something, the helplessness on his original face was swept away. She leaned her face and licked the corner of her lower lip: "Well, I'll think about it again when I go back."

...

After arriving home, Sang Yan has not yet returned. She went back to the room and took a shower. When she went out to the living room, she heard Sang Yan's voice talking to people: "Your brother, I, born in the 90s, thank you."

"..."

Hearing this sentence, Wen Yifan also immediately understood who the person across the screen was.

She went to the refrigerator to get a cup of yogurt, and when she sat next to Sang Yan, he made a long voice, "If you don’t talk about business for a long time, you must first tell me why you don’t agree. If you are old , I can’t do anything about it. After all, you, the object, is a bit."

Wen Yifan was drinking yogurt in silence.

I don't know how Sang Yan's character lived so big.

After he finished speaking, Wen Yifan asked, "What's the only thing?"

Sang Yan said lazily: "She wants to take a piece of praise home during the New Year, saying that my parents don't agree with them being together."

"Huh?" Wen Yifan instantly felt a sense of empathy, and said, "Why don't you agree?"

Sang Yan didn't seem to think this was a big deal either: "I don't know, maybe it's too old."

Wen Yifan felt even more dangerous: "I should be the same age as Duan Jiaxu."

Sang Yan was justified: "We, post-90s."

"..."

Wen Yifan also didn't understand what his "old" standard was.

Afterwards, Sang Yan tilted his head to look at her, as if using this as an introduction, and suddenly asked: "Warm frost is falling, come home with me for the New Year this year?"

Wen Yifan was particularly sad after hearing Sang Yan's parents' attitude towards Duan's praise.

"What if your parents don't agree?"

Sang Yan raised his eyebrows: "You don't have to worry about that."

Wen Yifan: "Why?"

"They are not very demanding about me looking for someone," Sang Yan didn't seem to think there was any problem with this low standard, and said casually, "It's a girl."

I feel that Sang Yan is not so anxious about this condition, but his mother seemed to have been looking for him for a blind date before, as if she was afraid that he could not find a wife.

Wen Yifan didn't know what the reason was.

But she didn't ask much, and seriously agreed: "Then I will pick a gift when the time comes. Do your parents have anything they like?"

"Huh? It's okay if you don't buy it." Sang Yan curled his lips, and seemed to be in a good mood, "I will accompany you when I want to buy."

"Okay." Wen Yifan relaxed, entangled with Sangyan about the annual meeting, but didn't know what he would be able to do by then, so he had to ask his time first, "Right, you Are you free on the evening of the 22nd?"

"Not sure," Sang Yan said, "what?"

"No, it's the company's annual meeting." Wen Yifan lowered his eyes and didn't say too clearly. "You can bring family members."

Sang Yan understood immediately: "Did you perform?"

"..." Wen Yifan didn't know how he guessed it, pretending to be calm, "Well, sing a song with Su Tian. You can come over if you want to see it."

Sang Yan didn't think too much, and said leisurely: "Yes."

The day before the annual meeting, Wen Yifan happened to take a shift. She wanted to take a good night's rest and then wake up to practice dancing, but was tossed by Sang Yan all night and didn't fall asleep until dawn.

Wen Yifan didn't want to move at all.

Half asleep and half awake, Sang Yan's cell phone seemed to keep ringing.

Later, perhaps because she was afraid of quarreling her, Sang Yan got up and walked out of the room. I don't know what happened, she struggling to open her eyes and staring at him for a few seconds, and then she was trapped again and dragged into her dream.

Not long after, Wen Yifan heard a knock at the hallway.

She covered her ears with a pillow, and waited for Sang Yan to go over and open the door.

But it lasted for half a minute, and the knock on the door continued.

Wen Yifan's rising gas ignited to the top, and his heart was so depressed, he got up and walked out of the room. She glanced blankly and heard the sound of a shower in the toilet.

Wen Yifan walked to the hallway, opened the wooden door and asked, "Which one."

The person outside wears a takeaway uniform: "Your takeaway."

Wen Yifan's brain can't function at all, he just wants to quickly go back to sleep after taking it. She took the takeaway and then closed the door. She didn't even bother to look at it, put the bag directly on the dining table, and went back to Sangyan's room to sleep.

I do not know how long it has been.

Wen Yifan heard the sound of Sang Yan coming out of the shower. He opened the door and came in, with the overwhelming scent of sandalwood. He sat next to her and asked, "Who just came?"

She put the quilt on top of her head, and didn't mean to pay attention to him.

Sang Yan didn't continue to quarrel with her, and Sang Yan got up and went out again. Not knowing what he saw, he picked her up under the quilt and asked, "Hey, Wen Shuangjiang. Are you angry?"

Wen Yifan had enough to bear the quilt, "I want to sleep."

"That thing is a reward for me--"

"Sang Yan," Wen Yifan interrupted him and said seriously, "You want to disturb my sleep again, I won't pay attention to you for the next week. Understand?"

"..."

Sang Yan paused for a few seconds, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Why are you still learning from me."

Wen Yifan got into the quilt again, turned over, turned his back to him.

"My sister is back to Nanwu, I will go out to pick her up." Sang Yan didn't know how the girl could get up so loudly, her voice couldn't help but become a little lower, "Let's go out for dinner later."

As if not listening at all, Wen Yifan ignored him at all.

Staring at her like this, Sang Yan felt itchy hands inexplicably. He chuckled a few times, grabbed her with a particularly awkward beating, tore off the quilt, and unscrupulously pulled into his arms and kissed her hard.

Realizing that she seemed to be angry again, Sang Yan immediately helped her wrap the quilt.

It's like not doing anything.

With a clear conscience, Sang Yan said, "Okay, go to sleep. I'm out of the house."

...

After that, Wen Yifan tossed for a long time, and couldn't sleep anymore. Because of lack of sleep, she was very irritable, got up, and happened to see Sang Yan sending her a message: [Wake up and talk to me. 】

Wen Yifan didn't want to talk to him at all and did not reply.

After washing, Wen Yifan glanced at the takeaway on the table and noticed the note on the receipt.

――My boyfriend has a fever and couldn't contact anyone for three days. I can't rush back in the field, please be sure to wake him up for dinner, thank you.

"..."

It seems that Sang Yan ordered this takeaway. What does he mean by remarks?

Are you afraid you can't get up?

Wen Yifan didn't think too much, took the takeaway and sat down on the sofa, then turned on the TV, and found a TV series that was popular recently. She was eating and watching, and her phone buzzed from time to time.

She glanced and saw that there was nothing wrong, but still did not reply.

Halfway through the meal, the door of the hallway suddenly moved. She got up to open the door, and saw that the person outside the door was Sang Zhi, and she was taken aback: "Just only, why are you here?"

"My brother asked me to come up." Sang Zhi pointed at the small ticket on the takeaway, and looked a little guilty. "Sister Yi Fan, are you angry with my brother because of this?"

As soon as these words fell, Wen Yifan thought silently about whether he was angry, and it was obvious, and then he looked at Xiaopiao. Before long, she was a little at a loss: "No, I have eaten all of this..."

Sang Zhi heaved a sigh of relief: "I thought you would misunderstand my brother cheating."

Quiet for a few seconds.

Wen Yifan suddenly realized that the contents of this small ticket seemed to be the same. She lowered her eyes and asked slowly, "Ah, does this mean cheating?"

"..."

Chatted with Sang Zhi again.

When it was time for lunch, Wen Yifan got up and went into the kitchen for fear that the little girl was hungry, intending to cook noodles for her. Sang Zhi followed her and raised it up: "Sister Yi Fan, my brother asked you to go downstairs to eat together, shall we not go?"

Wen Yifan said gently: "I have already eaten, do you want to eat out?"

Sang Zhi blinked: "I'd better eat yours."

Before long, there was another movement in the hallway. Sang Zhi took the initiative to open the door.

Sang Yan walked in from outside. He wore a black windshield jacket and trousers of the same color underneath. He looked shoulder-width apart and long-legged, as usual. Noting his appearance, Wen Yifan once again remembered his crazy noise to her sleep in the morning.

And the nasty appearance that didn't feel any problem with him at all.

Wen Yifan pursed his lips and didn't want to talk to him at all.

Seeing that they were both in the kitchen, Sang Yan asked casually: "What are you two doing."

Sang Zhi replied: "My sister-in-law is cooking noodles for me."

Hearing the word "sister-in-law", Wen Yifan tilted his head and collided with Sang Yan's sight for two seconds. Then, she looked at Sang Zhi again, remembered the content on the receipt, and deliberately reminded: "Don't call me that, your brother cheated."

Sang Yan: "..."