Chapter 5

Wen Yifan still vaguely remembers.

At that time, after he reported his name as if nothing had happened, sang Yan just said "ah" in a slow tone, and then said nothing more.

Now I remember that she could somehow make up his mind at that time. First, "I'd like to hear how manly your name is" and then "Wen Yifan?" And finally, "Oh, that's all.".

That arrogant to the invincible appearance, with now almost the same.

But perhaps because he grew older, he didn't look as happy as he was when he was a teenager; or maybe just because he hadn't seen each other for many years, they became strangers. His indifference covers almost all emotions.

It happened to be the subway station.

Wen Yifan turns the subway card from his bag and takes out his mobile phone. Seeing Zhong Siqiao's wechat, she replied a few words. Then, she suddenly remembered that there seemed to be sang Yan in her wechat.

After more people used wechat two years ago, Wen Yifan also registered an account. At that time, she directly selected the address book to import, and sang Yan's number was still in her mobile phone, so she also sent him a friend application.

I think it's easy to agree there.

From add to now, two people did not say a word.

However, Wen Yifan felt that when he passed, he should not know that this person was her.

Because she had already changed to the number of Yihe at that time.

Thinking of this, Wen Yifan opened the address book, pulled it to the "s" column and found sang Yan. Point into sang Yan's head, scan his empty circle of friends, and soon quit.

There is not a circle of friends.

Maybe it's blocking her, or deleting her earlier?

Or is the person she added not sang Yan at all.

They may have changed their cell phone number long ago.

Wen Yifan hesitated for a few seconds in deleting the key, but he chose to exit.

After all, I'm not sure. She doesn't have the habit of deleting people.

It doesn't seem to get in the way of letting him lie here in silence.

Back home.

Wen Yifan first called the landlord to discuss the rent refund.

The landlord was very nice, because he heard her about this situation many times and sympathized with a girl who lived outside, so he agreed soon. If she wants to move now, the deposit and the rent paid in advance can be returned to her.

Wen Yifan expressed his gratitude.

After solving this problem, she turned on her computer and began to visit the rental website.

After a tour, I didn't find a suitable one.

Because it's hard to find a house in Nanwu.

In the first tier cities, one room and one living room are well furnished, close to Shangan, and public security is good. According to what Wen Yifan has seen so far, the cheapest rent is three or four thousand a month.

This is really difficult for her current financial situation.

Wen Yifan has a headache.

He said to Zhong Siqiao: "Joe, I'm going to move. 】

Wen Yifan: [when you are free, help me to ask your friend if there is a suitable rental room. 】

soon, Zhong Siqiao called.

Wen Yifan picked it up.

Zhong Siqiao felt strange and said, "what's the matter? Why did you suddenly move? Didn't you pay three months' rent at that time? "

"Neighbor harassment." Wen Yifan was concise and said calmly, "I called the police this morning and went to the police station with him. Now that he has been detained for five days, I'm afraid he will retaliate later. It's better to move earlier. "

“……” Zhong Siqiao was stunned. He only responded for a long time, "are you ok? Why didn't you tell me that? "

"Nothing. He didn't do anything drastic before, so he knocked on the door. It's three or four o'clock when I go to the police station, and the police are there. It's very safe. There's no need to let you go Wen Yifan said, "how far have you come? It's still in the middle of the night."

"I'm sorry." Zhong Siqiao was very guilty, "I thought this house was very good, cheap and close to your unit..."

"I'm sorry. Without you to help me find a place to live, I might have to sleep on the street." Wen Yifan laughed, "and I also think this house is very good. If I don't have this neighbor, I plan to rent it for a long time."

"Well, what are you going to do? Do you want to come to my house first? "

"No, your sister-in-law just gave birth to a second child?" Wen Yifan said, "I'm afraid I'll make them uncomfortable and give them trouble. It's nothing. I found the house and moved

Zhong Siqiao has a large family. In addition to a married brother and a sister in high school, they all live with their parents. She usually takes care of her sister and nephew after work.

Knowing the situation of his home, Zhong Siqiao did not mention it any more and sighed again.

"Why don't you go to your mother's?"

"I didn't tell her I went back to Nanwu."

"Ah? Why? ""It's too busy. Let's talk about it later." Wen Yifan said, half joking, "I still regret this impulse. Today, I saw that my neighbor's leg is as thick as a bucket. It takes half an hour to chop with a knife."

“……” Zhong Siqiao could not help but Tucao, "you make complaints about this too frightening."

"So I'm not afraid?" Wen Yifan said slowly, "if he harbors a grudge and wants to revenge me later, maybe there will be such a possibility --"

"what?"

"I can't beat him with a chainsaw."

“……”

I hung up.

Wen Yifan opened another rental website and scanned it again. After reading for a long time, she didn't see the right one. She just turned off the computer and got up to take a bath.

I can't say I'm in a hurry to move. It's meaningless to find a new place for a doctor in a hurry, but it's not as good as it is now. On the contrary, it costs energy and material resources.

Wen Yifan thought that if he didn't find a new place in five days, he would wait until the time to find a way.

The next day is the last day of 13 years.

Nanwu municipal government, together with Nanwu radio and television, held a new year fireworks show, which was divided into two viewing areas: huaizhuwan Resort and Dongjiu square. Tickets are free, but they need to be reserved in advance through the online platform.

Only those who have made an appointment and won the lottery can participate.

When Zhong Siqiao made an appointment, he chose huaizhuwan viewing area. After winning the lottery, he invited her to go with him.

Wen Yifan didn't waste her quota.

Two weeks before the event, it was approved on the stage. As usual, Wen Yifan had to work overtime to live broadcast. But it's different from where Zhong Siqiao went. She went to Dongjiu square.

Wen Yifan applied for an interview car with Taili.

A group of people went to prepare ahead of time, driving with her teacher Qian Weihua. In addition to them, Fu Zhuang also followed in the past, plus an old reporter Zhen Yu as a reporter.

By then, it will be a long time before the fireworks show starts.

The square has three entrances and exits, which are divided into three viewing areas. Many people have come to the scene. At this time, they are checking their tickets and ID cards at the door, and they are coming in one after another.

They are just one of the groups assigned from the stage, and they are assigned to area A.

In addition to them, there are many reporters from other TV stations and newspapers.

Find a suitable shooting point, Qian Weihua began to debug the equipment. This is a relatively large-scale event. There are many people on the scene and there are no fixed seats. There are people of any occupation and age.

May be to see the camera feel strange, around gradually surrounded by a circle of people, rustle to talk to this side.

The square is shrouded in sea water and night, and the high-rise buildings in the distance row upon row, emitting colorful light. The sea breeze caught the low temperature, wet and damp, hit the face fiercely, along the crack into the bone.

Wen Yifan hasn't completely adapted to the cold and humid weather in Nanwu. In addition, he has just come to his regular holiday today. Now he is suffering again.

She pulled the mask out of her bag and put it on.

He stood for a while.

Wen Yifan looks at the time and plans to go to the bathroom in his spare time. Qian Weihua and Zhen Yu are still communicating with the studio. She doesn't disturb them either. She just tells Fu Zhuang.

After walking about 100 meters along the road sign, I finally saw the public toilet. Next door there is a small dilapidated Pavilion, full of people sitting, or rest or wait.

There is not much room in the toilet. The female team has been discharged five meters outside the door.

But there was no one at the door of the men's room.

There is a sharp contrast on both sides.

Wen Yifan accepted his fate and went to line up.

Bored, she took out her mobile phone and brushed her microblog for a while. Before long, she heard a shallow conversation not far away. One of the voices is a little familiar.

Wen Yifan looked along.

The light in the small open space outside the pavilion is white and dazzling.

She narrowed her eyes a little. While her vision was clear, she saw sang Yan again in that area, which she had just seen yesterday.

There's also a sense of hallucination.

From this angle, we can only see his side face.

The man's expression is indifferent, leaning against the pavilion, wearing a military green windbreaker coat, showing broad shoulders and long legs. He wiped his hands with a tissue and looked as if he had just come out of the toilet.

With a slight bow, he spoke to the middle-aged woman sitting on the bench beside him.

The woman looked up at him and said, "OK?"

Sang Yan: "well."

The woman stood up: "then you wait here. She's still in line. I'll go to your father first. "

“……” Sang Yan stopped, slowly raised his eyelids, "do you have to wait for someone to go to the toilet?"

"Isn't that a lot of people?" The woman said, "and I've been with your dad for two. What are you doing with me?"

"So what do you want me to do?" Sang Yan laughed angrily, "take care of the children for you?"The woman patted him on the arm, which seemed to be a little gratified: "if you want to have this awareness, your mother, I don't have to rack my brains to break the reason like now."

Sang Yan

Before leaving, the woman said, "by the way, you can talk to your sister. I think she's under a lot of pressure recently. She's lost a lap this time."

Sang Yan pulled off the corner of his lip, and asked whether he would smile or not: "I'll talk to her?"

Woman: "well, what's the matter?"

"I have a generation gap with her not only in age," Sang Yan took out his mobile phone from his pocket and said in a leisurely tone. "Gender also exists. So it's up to you. "

Silence for three seconds.

The woman only said ten words: "I can't call you now, can I?"

“……”

After the woman left, Wen Yifan realized that he had been listening to them. As the team moved forward, she drew back her attention and took a few steps forward.

I can't see sangyan in this position.

About a minute later.

Zhong Siqiao sent her three messages.

Zhong Siqiao: [Photo]]

Zhong Siqiao: [I'm surprised. 】

Zhong Siqiao: [he never replied to the group blessing messages I sent him before. I thought he didn't use this wechat. 】

Wen Yifan points to the picture.

It's a chat between Zhong Siqiao and sang Yan.

A message from sang Yan.

It looks like it was sent in groups, with only four words: "happy new year. 】

seeing this, Wen Yifan subconsciously withdrew from the chat window and scanned the unread message.

I didn't see Sanyan.

But the picture of Sanyan in her communication is the same as that in the screenshot.

So there should be no mistake.

Then why didn't she get the mass message

He will not be so careful, deliberately not to send it to her.

Or isn't it mass distribution?

But not long ago, he was taught by his mother under his own eyes, and he didn't have so much spare time to send blessing messages one by one.

I thought about it for a while.

Wen Yifan thinks that the greatest possibility is as he thought before.

He has deleted her.

When she thought about it, she thought of the miscellaneous people in her address book, so she even edited a mass message to get rid of the people who had blackmailed her.

Not long after it was sent out, there were more than a dozen responses immediately.

Wen Yifan from the bottom up, one by one open, occasionally reply a few words.

Point to the top of a time, Wen Yifan Leng under.

Because she was thrilled to find out.

The person who answered the news was the fuse that she wanted to send out on a whim. It was the person she had just mistakenly thought had deleted her. At this time, she was still standing a few meters away.

He just sent out one sign.

Sang Yan: [? 】

“……”