Chapter 32

Look at each other with four eyes.

At this moment, the background music of TV seems to understand people's words, and it's very harmonious. It was so quiet that even the sound of the needle falling could be heard, and the situation was extremely embarrassing.

Wen Yifan took his eyes back calmly.

Inside the mood is like a storm like to turn up.

Hold, hold, me.

Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me.

Hold on.

Pro.

“……”

These two words almost burn up Wen Yifan.

Wen Yifan thought that he could clearly feel the burning of his cheek, which was completely uncontrollable. She wanted to calm down, try to calm down and analyze the possibility.

And then quickly give him an appropriate answer.

But Sanyan didn't give her that time at all. His eyes were still on her, dangerlang said: "no, why are you blushing?"

Wen Yifan said calmly, "Oh, is it red?"

Like the discovery of the new world, sang Yan looked at her: "yes."

"Maybe the food I eat tonight is too spicy," Wen Yifan said without changing his countenance and without rushing. "Just now my friend also said that my face is very red."

Sang Yan pulled his lower lip, looking obviously incredulous: "I see."

Wen Yifan doesn't care whether he believes it or not. It's enough to deal with it now. After the shock, she thought about it again and felt that sang Yan's words were not right.

If he just hugged him, Wen Yifan thought it might be true.

After all, the difficulty coefficient of this behavior is not big.

But plus pro

Wen Yifan felt that his sleepwalking beat him up, which was more reliable than what he said.

"This matter, you say," Wen Yifan voice carefully, consider the words, "a little exaggerated? I may just be sleepwalking, accidentally bumping into you, and then have some physical touch

"Oh. You mean, "Sang Yan said in a leisurely tone, directly poking," I intentionally splashed dirty water on you. "

“……” Wen Yifan immediately said, "I don't mean that."

"I'm not blaming you either." Sang Yan's broken hair scattered in front of his forehead, looking loose, "but now I'm the one who's been taken advantage of. You can't bite me like that, can you?"

Wen Yifan has no memory at all. At this time, he has a very strong feeling of dumb eating Coptis chinensis. She felt that this was really unreasonable. She couldn't help saying, "since there is such a thing, why didn't you tell me."

"Why not?" Sang Yan said, "but you said it was a special case."

“……”

"I'm not so careful."

This made Wen Yifan a little stunned, and recalled the morning after Zhao Yuandong came back. He woke up and received sang Yan's inexplicable thumbs up expression.

Wen Yifan became silent and began to doubt himself.

Sang Yan mended the knife very badly: "but this is nothing."

Wen Yifan raised his head.

"Day has thought, night has dream --" Sang Yan drags a tune, vomits a word again, "swim?"

“……”

Wen Yifan forbeared: "can I ask you a question?"

Sang Yan: "say."

When he first mentioned this situation, Wen Yifan wanted to ask this question, but he thought it was very embarrassing, which would push the current situation to a more embarrassing state.

So Wen Yifan didn't mention it.

But at this moment, he was still forced by his attitude: "I kiss you..."

“……” Sang Yan had a look.

Ambiguity seems to melt into the air along with the words, ferment and spread.

As soon as the words came out, Wen Yifan also had some regrets. But what you say is just like water spilled out, and you can't take it back. Her brain is stretched into a line, but her eyes are calmly on him, pretending to be patient.

Sang Yan raised his eyelashes and casually pointed to the position of his right lip corner.

"Why?"

"You point to this position, with our height difference, I should be --" Wen Yifan stopped for two seconds, unable to say that word, changed his tongue, "I can't touch it."

Sang Yan stared at her for a while, then said magnanimously, "OK, it's ok if you don't admit it."

“……”

Wen Yifan suddenly stood up: "otherwise."

Sang Yan looks up.

The next moment, Wen Yifan came up with a sentence: "let's repeat the case?"

“……”

Sang Yan laughed: "do you want to take advantage of me for the second time?"

"I won't run into you." Wen Yifan said with a good temper, "I just think the possibility you said is a little low. I want to confirm that when you live here, you still feel that your personal safety is guaranteed."“……”

Wen Yifan looked at him: "can you stand up a little bit for a while?"

Sang Yan leaned on the back of the sofa and looked up at her for a while. He didn't say much. He put his cell phone aside and stood up like a compromise.

The situation of the two was reversed in a flash.

Sonyan was almost a head taller than her, and her head could reach his jaw. Along with his action, Wen Yifan's eyes from the bottom up, to see him from the head down into the head up.

This angle can't touch the position he said.

"Right." Wen Yifan stares at the corner of his lip and immediately breathes a sigh of relief, "I can't touch it at all, so is there any misunderstanding Unless I stand on tiptoe, or you bow your head - "

Wen Yifan raises his eyes and bumps into his eyes.

Her expression slightly Zheng, just found that the distance between the two unknowingly close.

The scene is still.

As if the next second, in front of the man will follow what she said so low head.

Wen Yifan did not open his eyes. His heart beat faster. She pursed her lips and stepped back, not bothering: "but that's just my guess."

Sang Yan's eyes were black, like a long night outside.

"You really have no reason to lie to me. Although this behavior is beyond my control, I still want to apologize to you. " Wen Yifan thought about it and said seriously, "if there is such a thing in the future, just give me a punch."

“……”

Wen Yifan choked for a long time, reminded: "protect yourself."

……

After dropping the string of talks, Wen Yifan went back to his room. She closed the door and stood leaning against the door, thinking for a moment about what she had just said.

One by one smooth, feel no problem, Wen Yifan just back to go in.

She lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about the position sang Yangang pointed to.

It seems to be the location of his pear vortex.

“……”

Well.

It can't be true.

But she sleepwalked so many times in her four years in University, and no roommate ever said that she would take the initiative to hold her relatives

But she used to.

It's true.

I like it very much.

The pear vortex in Sanyan.

Wen Yifan is not sure now.

She felt that her brain was like a paste, paste into a ball and another ball, nothing to think clearly. After a long time, Wen Yifan suddenly sat up, lifted the chair in front of the dresser and put it in front of the door.

In the next few days, Wen Yifan's first reaction every day is to see if the chair is still in its original position. So nervous for a period of time, to make sure nothing unusual, her spirit relaxed.

Although it can't confirm whether sang Yan's words are true or false, Wen Yifan always feels that he has done something bad. When I saw him, there were always some unknown guilty feelings and embarrassments in my heart.

As a result, Wen Yifan felt that it was more strange to get along with him than before.

But if sang Yan didn't care at all, his mood was the same as if nothing had happened. Therefore, Wen Yifan is too concerned about his bad performance.

She only hoped that she would never sleepwalk again, or do the same, or even more exaggerated, behavior.

In a flash of time, the whole March passed.

Wen Yifan transferred to the director ahead of time. On Tomb Sweeping Day, she couldn't sleep much. She found several horror films and watched them all night. She didn't go to sleep until it was almost dawn.

But after sleeping for less than two hours, I woke up naturally.

Wen Yifan got up to wash, turned out the black sweater in the wardrobe and went out of the room. She got up much earlier than usual, and sang Yan should still be sleeping. The living room was empty.

It's overcast outside, and the light in the house looks dark.

Wen Yifan had no appetite. He just took a box of milk from the refrigerator and went out of the door soon.

After checking the route, Wen Yifan got on the bus nearby and went to the cemetery in the suburb of Nanwu.

A few times ago, Wen Yifan came with Zhao Yuandong, or his uncle and grandmother. At that time, she was directly driven by them. This was the first time that she came by car.

It's quite far from the city. It takes four or five hours to go back and forth by bus.

After getting out of the car, we have to walk about one kilometer. The area is surrounded by construction, and the roads are full of potholes. There is no special parking space, so the car is in a mess.

Wen Yifan walked in the direction indicated by the mobile map.

After the cemetery.

Wen Yifan made a simple registration, and then entered the ashes hall, along the way.

The corridor is so long that it seems to have no end. Looking from both sides, there are high and long rows of cabinets, which contain countless souls of the dead. Wen Yifan walked in silence until he stopped in one of the rows.She went in and found Wen Liangzhe carefully.

From the last time I came to see him, I forgot how many years have passed.

Wen Yifan stared at his name for a long time before he whispered, "Dad."

“……”

"The frost is back."

It's a call without any response.

At that time, Wen Yifan couldn't believe it.

Why did people who were alive some time ago suddenly become cold corpses. That tall and strong father, I do not know what magic has been applied, has been reduced into this small box.

Never speak again.

She always felt like a dream.

Wake up and it's OK.

But this nightmare has been going on, no matter how struggling can not wake up.

Wen Yifan stood in place, silent for a long time, nothing to say. At a certain moment, her eyelids moved, and she suddenly noticed the dust on the spirit card, which formed a sharp contrast with the spirit card next door.

It seems that no one has visited for a long time.

Zhao Yuandong has a new family. It's been a long time, maybe only a few years. Grandma and uncle all live in Beiyu. Maybe they won't come here because of this.

Wen Liangzhe's smile is engraved on the memorial tablet, always fixed at that moment.

There will be no more emotions.

Wen Yifan's eyes gradually turned red. She blinked hard and reached out to wipe away the dust.

I got home a little earlier than usual.

Wen Yifan habitually went to the living room and the second bedroom to see the circle, but sang Yan didn't seem to come back. She looked back and stepped into the kitchen. After a whole day, she didn't eat anything, and now she was a little hungry.

Wen Yifan cooked some porridge first. She rummaged through the fridge, took some ingredients out, and planned to make a soup to go with porridge.

Turn on the tap, Wen Yifan peeled the water melon and cleaned it. She dropped her eyes, picked up the kitchen knife, cut it neatly into small pieces, then took a box of fish dumplings from the refrigerator and threw them down in two rows.

When it was almost cooked, sang Yan just came back from outside. As he took off his coat, he glanced in the direction of the kitchen and said, "are you off duty today?"

"Nothing. I came back early." Wen Yifan said, "did you have dinner?"

"No

"Eat that one. I cook a lot." Wen Yifan turned off the fire and took out the soup, "but I don't know if you can have enough porridge at night. Or would you like to cook something else? "

Sang Yan also went into the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves and brought out the porridge: "too lazy."

Wen Yifan nodded.

They had dinner in silence.

Sang Yan was still the first to finish eating, but he didn't get up and went back to the living room. He just sat in his place and looked at his cell phone. Wen Yifan quickly finished his porridge and got up: "are you going to clean up the table?"

In the past, sang Yan used to cook dinner. If she cooked too much, she would eat it.

Although it sounds like he asked her for it, Wen Yifan would help clear the table every time because of his short mouth. In fact, it's very relaxing. There's a dishwasher at home, and there's nothing to do after cleaning the table.

Sang Yan is fair: "OK."

Wen Yifan went back to his room and went back to bed after washing.

Last night, he only slept for less than two hours, but for some reason, Wen Yifan was not very sleepy. After tossing and turning in bed for a while, she gave up the struggle, got up, turned on her computer and began to write a press release.

Until two o'clock in the morning, Wen Yifan yawned and rubbed his eyes.

Just as she was about to go back to bed, she remembered another thing and turned to move her chair to the door.

Block the only way out.

……

It's three in the middle of the night.

After playing the last game, sang Yan went to the kitchen and turned over a bottle of ice water. He unscrewed the cap of the bottle and took a few mouthfuls. When he was about to go back to the room, he suddenly heard something outside.

His eyelashes moved and he walked out.

Just see Wen Yifan come out from the corridor, like not aware of his figure, half of the pace did not stop. Her movements were slow and her expression was dull. She looked like she was about to hit the bookcase next to her.

Sang Yan eyebrow heart a jump, quickly walk to her in front of, stretch out a hand to arrive at in front of her head.

At the same time, Wen Yifan's forehead hit his palm.

Hold on.

After a few seconds, Wen Yifan changed his direction and walked in the direction of the sofa.

Sang Yanshou turned back and continued to drink water, paying attention to her actions.

Same as last time.

Wen Yifan went to the sofa and sat down, staring at the void in a daze.

Sang Yan walked near her, did not sit back to the usual position, casually dragged the bench next to her and sat in front of her.

The light in the living room was still dark. Sang Yan didn't turn on the light specially. The moonlight outside shines in, and the light in the corridor is particularly bright. Now the interior is not dim.The atmosphere is too quiet.

Only occasionally came the sound of Sang Yan drinking water.

I don't know how long it took, Wen Yifan's eyes dropped, as if he just noticed sang Yan beside him. Looking at it, I didn't seem to have any thinking ability, and I was still rigid.

In the light and at night, it seems a little creepy.

But sang Yan was amused: "finally see me?"

Wen Yifan didn't say a word. His eyes moved and stopped at the right corner of his lip.

Sang Yan played with the taste: "what are you looking at?"

Seeing that her sight had not moved, sang Yan suddenly remembered that there was a Niang Li vortex in his position, and he was trying to gather a smile. But at the same time, Wen Yifan, who had been sitting quietly on the sofa, suddenly bent down.

In his direction.

It's still slow, but it looks like it's purposeful.

Her eyes were still on the corner of his right lip.

The distance is getting closer.

As if expecting something, sang Yan stares at her, and the Adam's apple slides down slowly. He didn't take the initiative to do anything else, but he didn't dodge at all. He just stayed where he was.

Like an aggressor lurking in the dark.

But patience to the extreme, waiting for her to take the initiative, little by little, to send themselves.

Wen Yifan raised his hand and put it on his shoulder.

At that moment, time seemed to slow down.

A second seems to be longer than a year.

Sang Yan lowered his eyes.

See her eyes and eyebrows that haunt him. The eyelashes were thick, like a brush, like an itch on his heart. His face was plain and his skin was almost transparent.

It's like a virtual scene.

The next moment, as he expected.

Sang Yan clearly felt that something touched his right lip corner.