Chapter 22

For the next three days, Wen Yifan went to work as usual.

Sang Yan seems to have something busy. He hasn't been back since the party. But he abides by the premise rule very much. Every night at ten o'clock, Wen Yifan will receive his wechat on time.

Over time.

The number of words he spoke gradually decreased.

The first day.

Sang Yan: [don't come back tonight. Lock the door. 】

the next day.

Sang Yan: [no, lock the door. 】

the third day.

Sang Yan: [lock the door. 】

“……”

Wen Yifan's attitude has always been consistent.

Always reply "OK".

The next afternoon.

After an interview with Fu Zhuang, Wen Yifan goes to the editing room to cut the film.

Some time ago, because of school affairs, Fu Zhuang asked for leave several times, so during this period of time, he went to work for a week in succession, but it was not his turn to take a holiday. He lay down on the table and sighed, "Oh, it's so hard."

Wen Yifan said casually: "what's difficult?"

"Yesterday old Qian scolded me again," Fu Zhuang sat up and imitated Qian Weihua's tone vividly. "He said that I could not cut any dog's excrement! It's more difficult for him to give me an opinion on the revision than to cut a new one himself! "

"Well?" Wen Yifan side head, "then let him cut."

“……”

"It doesn't make him any easier."

After two seconds of silence, Fu Zhuang continued to cut the film honestly: "then I'd better live a hard life myself."

“……”

Wen Yifan didn't say much. He read the press release he had just written. After confirming it, he sent it to the editor.

While waiting for the manuscript review, Fu Zhuang chatted with her again about the fire in Zhongnan Century City: "by the way, elder sister, let me tell you something. Didn't we cut the part we interviewed your classmates before into the news?"

"Well?"

"Then I found out yesterday that someone cut a wonderful interview collection and put it in." Fu Zhuang felt very funny and trembled with laughter. "It's quite hot. He's ranked among the top ten people in a station."

“……”

"I really should have said that he was miserable. Now they say that he is miserable." Fu Zhuang said, "because although we pasted half a face of the mosaic, but the beauty is still very able to play."

Wen Yifan does not pay attention to these, but does not know this matter: "does it have a great impact?"

"That's not true. After all, it's mosaic. It's just fun. "

"That's OK," Wen Yifan said to the host after the manuscript had been reviewed. "You can download the host's voice later. If you have any questions, please come to me. I have to go back and write the outline

"Good." Fu Zhuang received the heart, the play is very much, "lonely! It's the only way for the strong! "

“……” -

Wen Yifan didn't work overtime today. After finishing the outline, he went home.

Pull open the door, Wen Yifan habitually reach out to touch the switch, suddenly found that the light is on at this time. She pauses and subconsciously looks at the position of the sofa. See the living room is still empty.

There are several more shoe boxes in the porch. At this time, they are several layers high and neat. The shoes next to him looked messy, as if they were taken off at will after entering the door, and they were not deliberately placed.

Wen Yifan looks to the second bed.

I don't know if sang Yan is in the room, or if he came back and left.

Wen Yifan didn't care, sat down on the sofa and poured a glass of water. She drank slowly and swept around, feeling as if something had changed in the house.

There seems to be a lot more.

There are several cans of different brands of milk powder under the tea table, and there are fruit cereal and cocoa tablets beside. The door of the TV cabinet has not been closed. All kinds of snacks in it are too full to be stuffed. Some of them are put directly in front of the TV.

There are several black boxes on the table, wrapped in plastic wrap, which looks like fruit.

Wen Yifan looks back.

I thought to myself that the young master's living standard is really high.

When he was bored, Wen Yifan thought of Fu Zhuang's words.

Wen Yifan turned out his mobile phone and downloaded a certain station. After drinking the water, she got up and went into the kitchen.

Just after the download, Wen Yifan opened it and saw that there was a "beauty drag tragedy" in the title that ranked first recently. She rinsed the cup and opened it.

Sangyan's cold voice came from the mobile phone.

"I'm happy. I hope you can be as happy as I am

The volume of the mobile phone is a little high, which is deafening in this quiet space.

Wen Yifan was startled.

She immediately turned off the water, made room for her hand and turned down her voice.

At the same time, footsteps came from behind.

Wen Yifan looked back and saw that sang Yan had also entered the kitchen.“……”

Wen Yifan hung his head to turn off his mobile phone. He was embarrassed.

I don't know if the other party has heard the voice just now.

But sang Yan didn't see her at all.

I didn't speak, I didn't look this way, I just opened the refrigerator in silence.

Wen Yifan did not take the initiative to speak. She put the mobile phone back in her pocket. When she dropped her eyes, she suddenly noticed that the faucet which had been leaking before had been repaired, and there was no more water dripping at this time.

Seeing this, Wen Yifan took a serious look at the kitchen.

A new gas stove, an induction cooker, a microwave oven, and even a juicer and an oven are all available. Her brow beat and her scalp tingled.

The idea that comes to mind is.

How much does it cost to spread it out.

Wen Yifan hesitated: "did you buy these?"

Sang Yan saw that he had just finished taking a bath and was wearing casual light colored trousers and a coat on his upper body. He ignored her, took a bag of instant noodles from the top of the refrigerator and stretched out his hand to pull it away.

It looks like we're going to cook our own dinner.

Wen Yifan feels that this picture is somewhat against the line. After all, in her opinion, this person should be a very delicate young man.

No one cooks for me, I guess I'll just order takeout.

Who would have taken the initiative to enter the kitchen.

Wen Yifan continued: "if so, you make a list for me and I'll transfer the money to you?"

Sang Yan gave a perfunctory hum and turned on the tap to fill the pot with water.

“……” Feeling that he didn't want to take care of himself, it was obvious that Wen Yifan didn't know what the situation was, and his lips moved again, "then I'll go back to my room, and you can send it to me by wechat after you've sorted it out."

As expected, there was no response.

Wen Yifan couldn't tell for a while whether this was normal or whether he was in a bad mood. Instead of looking for a sense of existence, she turned back to her room. She sat down in her chair, turned on her cell phone and looked at the balance of her bank card.

He sighed suddenly.

Maybe we can talk to him sometime.

If you want to buy these public goods later, you have to discuss with the other party first

Thinking of this, Wen Yifan thought of Sang Yangang's attitude.

Well.

It's also difficult to communicate with him.

After a while.

Wen Yifan felt inexplicably that this state seemed normal.

After all, sang Yan stressed at that time, don't get close to him. The reason why they had a conversation before was that he wanted to solicit business for his bar.

But in the end.

He didn't make a cent, but he posted a thousand.

Wen Yifan thought whether he was upset because of this.

She puzzled for a while, then turned on the calculator to calculate the day's account. I want to pay Zhong Siqiao and Xiang Lang's share, but the amount is not small for her.

Wen Yifan can only pay his share.

But it's been days.

It seems a bit awkward to suddenly transfer the money to him.

Wen Yifan put down his mobile phone, simply wait for him to send the list, and then turn it over to him.

But all night.

There was no movement at the other end of sangyan -

Wen Yifan found out later.

Sang Yan seems to regard her as the air completely, as if she is not aware of her existence. Occasionally she makes a big noise, and he doesn't even lift his eyelids as if he can't hear it.

Two people seem to live in the same place in different time and space.

Wen Yifan is not a person who asks for nothing.

After a few words, I didn't take the initiative to speak any more.

Just as two people do not interfere with each other's sharing life officially began.

The night before New Year's Eve.

When collecting clothes on the balcony, Wen Yifan receives a call from Zhong Siqiao. She held the clothes, put the clothes pole aside, and listened to the words of Zhong Siqiao: "do you work overtime tomorrow night?"

"Tomorrow night?" Wen Yifan, "if there is no accident, it should not be added."

"Will you go home tomorrow?"

"Don't come back."

Zhong Siqiao invited her: "do you want to come to my house, let's celebrate the new year together."

Wen Yifan is very honest: "I don't want to run so far."

“……” Zhong Siqiao said, "then you rest so many days, you give me every day!"

"You are quite cruel --" Wen Yifan entered the living room, his voice stopped.

I don't know when sang Yan came out of the room. He was looking down and sitting on the sofa looking at his mobile phone. He changed his clothes and looked as if he was going out.

Wen Yifan took back his sight and went to the direction of the room. He calmly continued to talk to Zhong Siqiao: "when I really rest for many days, will you say such words to me again?"

Zhong Siqiao said with a smile, "don't you put so much more than usual?"Wen Yifan: "I just want to sleep three days and three nights."

I went back to my room.

Zhong Siqiao suddenly asked: "by the way, does sang Yan go home for the new year?"

"Of course." It seems that she is a little strange about this question. Wen Yifan's tone is puzzled, "his family is here, and the relationship with his family is not bad. How can he not come back for the new year?"

"Oh." Zhong Siqiao said, "that's right."

Wen Yifan lies on the bed.

"How are you getting along with him?" he said

"We can't get along with each other. We are two strangers who live under the same roof," Wen Yifan said. There was no communication. When I see him now, I feel that he is a ghost. "

"No exaggeration Zhong Siqiao said, "isn't it good to go to the party that day?"

Wen Yifan was stunned when he heard the speech.

Somehow, the answer to Lang's sincere words suddenly flashed in his mind. Soon, she returned to her senses and said with a smile, "it's just like the state at the party."

After another chat, Wen Yifan heard the sound of closing the door.

After hanging up.

Wen Yifan read wechat again and found that sang Yan sent her wechat five minutes ago.

Sang Yan: [I didn't come back before the eighth day of the year. I just locked the door. 】

sang Yan: [help to get rid of the things in the refrigerator. 】Sang Yan: Thank you. 】

Wen Yifan blinked his eyes and returned home as usual -

on New Year's Eve, Wen Yifan returned home at seven.

Wen Yifan locked the door. After taking a bath and getting ready for bed, he took a blanket to the living room. She lies on the sofa in the living room, and the Spring Festival Gala has been on for some time.

Zhong Siqiao has been urging her and sending her messages on wechat.

Wen Yifan replied: "I also turned on the TV. 】

after flipping through the message list, Wen Yifan replied to the blessing message one by one. When she saw the news from Zhao Yuandong, she hesitated and replied: "I'm going to work overtime tonight. Happy new year. 】

the windows are closed, because there is no air conditioning, it is still a little cold.

Except for the noise from the TV, there is no extra sound in the room. Wen Yifan wrapped up in a blanket, staring at the laughter on TV, completely unable to be infected by these emotions. If it wasn't for the holiday, she couldn't remember it was new year's Eve.

She breathed, absentmindedly brushing the microblog, and soon wanted to go back to her room.

Wen Yifan is not interested in the Spring Festival Gala.

She always felt that it was just something used as background music when the family chatted and played on New Year's Eve. Looking at it by yourself, I always think it's a very strange thing.

But Zhong Siqiao at the end of wechat is still excitedly discussing the program with her.

Wen Yifan doesn't want to spoil her interest, thinking about not getting something to eat.

At this time, the doorbell of the house suddenly rang. Wen Yifan looked at the time, which was close to nine o'clock.

I don't know who it will be.

Wen Yifan felt strange and uneasy. She went to the porch and looked out the cat's eye.

In the bright corridor, sang yanchadou stood outside.

She breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door

Sang Yan glanced at her and said: "there are relatives at home. There is no place to sleep."

“……” Wen Yifan nodded, did not ask, and returned to the sofa.

Sang Yan put on his slippers and sat on another sofa.

Both were quiet and silent.

In this kind of festival.

Suddenly, there is another person's breath in the room. Wen Yifan is not used to it and looks in his direction unconsciously.

After a while, something happened to sang Yanxian.

He got up and went in the direction of the kitchen.

Noticing his movements, Wen Yifan looked over.

Sangyan took out a bag of noodles, a box of meatballs and a box of vegetables from the refrigerator. Later, he also took a package of frozen dumplings from the cold room. It looks like we're going to have a snack.

Wen Yifan doesn't believe that he can cook.

He secretly hoped that he would not use the gas stove.

It's enough to cook with an induction cooker.

Wen Yifan was afraid that he would burn the kitchen.

A few minutes later.

Wen Yifan heard the sound of a gas stove burning in the kitchen.

“……”

She began to fear.

But think of two people now get along with the state, and not easy to trade rashly in the past.

For a while.

The water was boiling in the kitchen.

At the same time, sang Yan called her suddenly.

"Wen Yifan."

According to their previous state, it was more difficult for the man to call her name than to ascend to heaven.

This makes Wen Yifan more sure of what happened, and instantly gets up and walks over."What's the matter?"

Just came into the kitchen.

Wen Yifan saw that sang Yan still had the package of noodles in his hand, but it was empty inside. His action is a little stiff, staring at the boiling pot, it seems that the whole package of noodles are down.

The scene seemed to freeze.

In a few seconds.

Sang Yan raised his head and said, "it's too much."

“……”

Sang Yan lowered his eyes and threw the package into the garbage can beside him, as if he had lost a sentence casually.

"Help yourself to some?"