Chapter 6

Wen Yifan's eyebrows jumped, his heart was inexplicably surprised.

That's it.

Why not.

Did you cheat the corpse???

And what does a question mark mean.

Wen Yifan moved his eyes and stared at the five words he sent out.

Happy New Year^_ ^

for a while, Wen Yifan still felt that he could not read.

What she said should be blessing, not foul language

Not yet.

It's a bluff to throw a question mark.

Wen Yifan was shocked by him across the screen.

It's like seeing someone who's dead and old.

No matter what the other party says, even if it's blessing news, you should also throw a question mark to accept it.

Wen Yifan hesitantly typed in the dialog box:

before she finished typing, she noticed with Yu Guang that someone was passing her by. Wen Yifan subconsciously raises his eyes and finds that sang Yan walks to the position about one meter in front of her and stops next to a girl.

The girl is thin and her head is low quietly. It's like looking at a cell phone.

Thinking of the conversation between sang Yan and his mother, this should be his sister.

Wen Yifan has a little impression of the little girl. She met Sang Zhi in high school, six or seven years younger than sang Yan. At that time, she was still small, born like a porcelain doll, and Wen Yifan had to bend down to talk to her.

She's about her height now.

Sang Yan said lazily, "kid."

Sang Zhi raised his head: "why?"

Sang Yan: "I heard that you are under a lot of pressure recently?"

Sang Zhi is very perfunctory: "No."

Sang Yan continued to mention: "because the college entrance examination is coming soon?"

There is only one person between Wen Yifan and them.

This distance, they speak like a TV play in front of them, very clear. She didn't want to listen to it deliberately, and it still flowed into her ears -

"said no."

"Why do you want to do so much?" Sang Yan said slowly, like to carry out the task assigned by his mother. "Your brother, I didn't study at the beginning, and I was admitted to Nanwu University. What's more, although you are not qualified, we also have money to let you repeat it. "

"You don't study? Do you think I don't remember? " Sang Zhi looked at him and said, "don't worry. You were admitted to Nanwu university after all your hard work. I can go to Nanwu university with my eyes closed."

“……”

"and," after the Tucao finished, sang Chi again said, "I heard my mother make complaints about your work today."

“……”

"Surely not?"

Sang Yan side head: "what's the matter with you?"

Sang Zhi also began to say to himself, "are you fired? I'm sorry to say that?"

Before sonyan spoke again, his cell phone rang. He looked down and suddenly said, "if you can't listen to me, let your brother comfort you?"

"Shi --" may be to see the caller ID, Sang Zhi instant silence, after a few seconds to whisper, "No

After that, sang Yan didn't say much and went back to the pavilion to answer the phone.

Be quiet.

Although Wen Yifan didn't understand some words, she was a little uncomfortable when she was forced to eavesdrop on people she knew. Fortunately, she still wore a mask on her face, which gave her a sense of security.

Wen Yifan lights up the screen again.

Note that the input box has not been sent, and feel that it is not appropriate to reach out to delete all. She wanted to confirm tactfully whether the other party knew it was her wechat. After thinking about it, she only cautiously replied: [? 】

I'm probably still on the phone, but the other end didn't reply immediately.

For two seconds.

Wen Yifan suddenly realized a problem.

Even if sang Yan really blocked her.

But her circle of friends.

Not really.

Shielding.

Sonyan.

“……”

On this thought, Wen Yifan immediately opened his circle of friends.

There are too many things in this period of time. The last circle of friends was more than two months ago. At that time, I was still in Yihe city. It seemed that I sent it together when I went to the Qingba with my colleagues.

Wen Yifan fixed his eyes.

What came into view was a self portrait of her colleagues in front of her.

The rest of the people in the picture show their teeth, smile brilliantly, and pose in various positions. Wen Yifan sat in the lower left position, skin white to over exposure, only gently looking at the camera, lips curved shallow arc.

The facial features are very clear.

……

The line gradually lined up into the toilet, just as several people came out of the compartment at the same time, it was her turn. Wen Yifan recovered, put his mobile phone back in his pocket and walked in.A moment later, Wen Yifan went out.

The washing table is shared by men and women. It is two or three meters wide in the middle of the toilet.

When Wen Yifan turns on the tap, his brain is in a mess.

So in the bar before, he was pretending not to know himself.

Group blessing is also deliberately not to her.

When I saw her news, my first reaction was disgust.

Wen Yifan looked up and through the mirror in front of her, she could see sang Yan who was still standing in the original position. It seemed that he had finished the call. He put one hand in his pocket and played with his cell phone with the other hand.

I don't know if I've heard from her.

The next moment, Wen Yifan saw Sang Zhi come out of the toilet and went to the washing table next to him. But the tap may be broken, and it won't come out of the water even if it is turned on.

Wen Yifan just ran out and made room for her: "you can use this."

Sang Zhi immediately said, "thank you."

She seems to be in a daze when she looks up at Wen Yifan.

Wen Yifan didn't notice. He took back his eyes and took out his mobile phone. The interface is still in the chat window with Sang Yan.

He didn't even give her half a punctuation this time.

Wen Yifan understood the reason and kept silent for a while. He couldn't help typing a sentence in the dialog box: "let's delete each other.".

It was quickly deleted.

Seeing the two question marks that they were just facing, Wen Yifan suddenly felt that the chat record was full of gunpowder, which meant "can you dump the question mark, you idiot?".

But she didn't mean to argue with him.

Wen Yifan doesn't want to be upset in the festival, thinking about how to give in.

She typed a word.

[that]

staring at the question mark sent by sang Yan and the word "happy" sent by herself, she hesitated to continue typing.

It's OK to be unhappy. 】

“……”

After sending successfully, Wen Yifan is also getting closer to Sang Yan's location. As she passed by, she bowed her head uneasily and saw with her spare light that he seemed to open wechat.

The man's long eyelashes droop, staring at the content on the screen.

I don't know if it's an illusion. Wen Yifan seems to hear him sniff.

Her back was stiff.

It's a long way to go.

Until the distance, Wen Yifan did not know where the feeling of guilty finally subsided. She looked back at the screen and still didn't reply as she expected.

She sighed and had no time to think about it.

He felt that he had been there for a long time, so Wen Yifan did not dare to delay any longer and quickly went back to the shooting point.

It's not much different from when she left.

The square is decorated, and the plants and small buildings are wrapped with a circle of colored lights, which brings the festival atmosphere. People came and went around, there were staff in order to maintain, looking at the past are jubilant.

All the preparations are ready, just waiting for the new year.

Qian Weihua and Zhen Yu are chatting. Fu Zhuang stood beside them and listened very cleverly without saying a word. Seeing that Wen Yifan had come back, he immediately approached carefully.

Fu Zhuang is a newly recruited intern in the first two weeks and a senior this year. People are not as they are called. They are not tall and thin, like a bamboo pole. Long Zhang Zhengtai face, but very disobedient with a subwoofer: "sister, if you come a step later."

Wen Yifan thought something had happened: "what's the matter?"

Fu Zhuang said: "you may only see my frozen body."

“……” Wen Yifan nodded, "thank you. I'm short of a topic."

"In your eyes! I'm just a topic! " Fu Zhuang complained to her, shivering with cold, but his voice was full of spirit, "Damn, I'm so damn cold, the wind makes my nose come out."

Wen Yifan looks at him.

Most of the boys at this age want to be elegant, not warm, and Fu Zhuang is no exception. He only wore a cowboy coat, and his lips were purple with frost.

Besides, he is still thin, as if he would be blown down by the sea breeze in the next second.

"It would have been colder by the sea. I'll go out and wear more news clothes later." Said, Wen Yifan from the pocket took a warm baby to him, "put the pocket warm hand."

"Oh, No." Fu Zhuang did not want to take her things, "sister, you take it yourself, you a girl must be colder than me."

"But I already have two in my pocket." Wen Yifan said, "there is no place for this."

“……”

This time, Fu Zhuang took over without any burden and said, "by the way, sister, have you ever seen a fireworks show before?"

Wen Yifan said, "but I haven't seen such a large one."

Fu Zhuang: "is it useful to make a wish on this thing?"

Wen Yifan: "No."

“……” Fu Zhuang muttered, "I only wish I could find a girlfriend next year."

Wen Yifan said with a smile: "there is no more.""Elder sister Yifan, why are you like this?" Fu Zhuang yelled, "let me make a wish to grow five centimeters higher! Can a boy grow taller when he is twenty? "

This time, Wen Yifan didn't hit him.

Speaking of this, Fu Zhuang suddenly pointed to a certain direction: "well, it's almost like that. My dream is to grow so tall. Half a head shorter than him, I'm satisfied. "

Wen Yifan looked at the past and was silent for a moment.

Coincidentally, the person Fu Zhuang refers to is sang Yan.

I don't know whether to say that they are too predestined or that he is haunted.

Standing ten meters away, he leaned against the railing, his coat puffed up by the wind, his chin slightly retracted, and carelessly played with his mobile phone.

Sang Zhi, who was just with him, didn't know where to go.

"He's exactly my ideal figure." Fu Zhuang sighed, "today, can I put my head on his body under the witness of heaven and fireworks?"

Wen Yifan moved his eyes back and said with a smile, "why don't you steal his face, too?"

Fu Zhuang obviously also has this idea, and the wavering meaning in his words is very obvious: "isn't it not good to take two?"

“……”

Qian Weihua suddenly called them.

Maybe I felt that I had ignored them for a long time, so I began to feel a little ashamed. So I called them to talk about all kinds of precautions for live location.

Time went by.

The new year is coming, and the atmosphere is becoming more and more warm. In the distance, the LED display screen on the high building has begun to count down, and there is a lot of people around. At the last minute, some people started to shout with the number.

“——59、58、57。”

……

“——5、4、3。”

“——2！”

“——1！”

At the same time as the last sound falls.

Countless fireworks go up, pull out lines of different colors in the night, and then explode in a certain position. Mottled light out of a variety of flowers, overlapping to bloom.

People on the scene raised their mobile phones one after another to find the best shooting position and record the pictures.

When Qian Weihua didn't give any orders, Wen Yifan also took out his mobile phone and took a few photos.

He was blocked by the people in front of him, so he moved to see.

The whole process lasted more than ten minutes.

Unknowingly, Wen Yifan was pushed outside by the crowd and reached the position of the railing. Noticing that the fireworks show was almost over, she was just about to go back to find Qian Weihua when she was hit by a passer-by.

Wen Yifan leaned forward uncontrollably.

Then it hit a man.

She immediately backed back, looked up, and subconsciously said, "I'm sorry."

When she talked, she realized that the person she bumped into was sang Yan. At this time, he was looking down at her, looking indescribable, looking as if he was talking to someone on the phone.

"- well, ready to go back."

Out of politeness, Wen Yifan apologized again.

Sang Yan looked at her lightly for a moment, then nodded to her.

It's like a sign that you hear it.

When Wen Yifan went back, he heard him saying something to the person on the phone.

"Happy new year."

Back next to Qian Weihua, Wen Yifan touched his face later. Touching the mask still on her face, she stopped and her nerves relaxed.

He should not be able to recognize Let's go.

……

On the other side.

Qian Feiben, a roommate and friend of the University at the other end of the phone, muttered. He interrupted him twice and kept silent for a few seconds: "Oh, I don't care when you go home, OK? But thanks, brother. Happy new year to you, too. "

Sang Yan picked his eyebrows and said, "thank you."

Qian Fei: "you are not blessing your father."

"Don't be sentimental?" Sang Yan said lazily, "I didn't tell you."