Chapter 44

His power of rubbing his head is not gentle at all. It's like rubbing a rag. At the moment, it seems that there is still temperature left. With the sound of the door closing, Wen Yifan touched his head later.

Wen Yifan stood in the same place for a while. After a while, he looked to the direction of the tea table.

This cake has surprised Wen Yifan.

She didn't expect any more presents.

The light in the living room is still on. The white light is dazzling. The tea table was clean, with only a hot kettle and a few cups, newspapers and magazines beside it.

From this point of view, you can't see anything under the coffee table.

Wen Yifan went back and squatted beside the tea table to look in.

There are a lot of things in it, and they are not put in order. In a pile of milk powder and fruit cereal, the pink blue bag is placed on the outside, which is very abrupt.

Gift bag is not solid color, decorated with little white flowers, loose, not too dense.

Staring at for two seconds, Wen Yifan reached out and took it out.

Wen Yifan looked in along the mouth of the bag. There was a dark black box inside. She stood up, inexplicably feel in the hands of things like a hot potato, a kind of take their own should not take things.

She didn't open it immediately. First she went to the porch to turn off the light, and then she went back to the room.

Wen Yifan put the bag on the bed and took out the box inside.

The texture is a little heavy, about a circle larger than the hand. Before she opened it, she could smell the faint fragrance. It was very special, and it was cold and sweet.

Hesitating for a few seconds, Wen Yifan opened it carefully.

is a bottle of perfume.

It's a transparent, powdery square bottle with a dark bow tied to its mouth.

Two English words are engraved in black.

——first frost。

Frost falls.

Her nickname.

Wen Yifan's heart beat heavily.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or something else, but Wen Yifan inevitably thinks of the thing that sang Yan called her "Wen Shuangjiang" before. She licked her lips, pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and looked up the brand online.

this brand of perfume is very small, not particularly famous.

Wen Yifan didn't know much about it, so he did not continue to read it. Her eyes moved to the perfume bottle, and the handwriting on it was clear and clear, like the trace of the knife.

Wen Yifan gently rubbed his finger on it, so he thought of the past.

It's like the first semester of high school.

In a chat with classmates, Wen Yifan casually mentioned that he was born in Shuangjiang, so his nickname is also called Shuangjiang. At that time, all the students present just listened to it and didn't take it seriously.

She didn't care much about it either.

It seems that only sang Yan has heard about it.

I don't remember from which day, when they were together in private, sang Yan no longer called her "Xuemei" or her original name, but instead called her "wenshuangjiang".

This is the first time that someone called her by her nickname, even her surname.

At first, Wen Yifan was not used to it, but sang Yan thought it was his freedom to shout, and she didn't care much about it. After listening to him yelling for a long time, I got used to it. Occasionally, I thought it was nice to yell like this.

After the reunion, Wen Yifan never heard sang Yan call her like this again.

I thought he had forgotten her nickname.

Button the lid back, Wen Yifan holding the box, back down, the whole lying on the bed. She gazed at the dazzling white ceiling, and after a while, she released her hand to touch her head.

The man's behavior is rough and intimate.

Wen Yifan thought of the eye that sang Yan had just looked at her.

In this moment.

In Wen Yifan's mind, a very strong idea came up.

She suddenly wanted to fall in love.

With sonyan.

She thought, fall in love with sonyan.

Wen Yifan turned over and wanted to calm down, but he could not give up the idea.

Her birthday wish this year, in fact, did not make too much.

A lot of things, Wen Yifan feel shouldn't belong to her, don't want to so hard to come. She only hopes that she can have enough courage, that she can be desperate once, that she can run to that person without considering anything.

If it's sonyan.

Wen Yifan felt that he could work hard and become the enthusiastic one as much as possible.

If so.

You can get the result you want.

That's good, of course.

But if not.

Then she came back.

It doesn't seem to matter.

As Zhong Siqiao said.

She wanted to go after him.She wants to try.

Wen Yifan sat up and picked up his cell phone.

Through the black screen, notice the corner of your lips that you don't know when to bend. Wen Yifan is a little stunned, converges a little, opens the wechat list, and finds the chat window with Sang Yan.

Thinking for a long time.

Wen Yifan didn't know what to say, so he just knocked: "thank you for your gift^_ ^]

but I think the expression behind is a little silly.

Wen Yifan raised his hand to delete it.

In the end, only the word "thank you" was left.

That's a quick return.

Sang Yan: [? 】

sang Yan: [what time is it. 】Sang Yan: sleep. 】

Wen Yifan: [OK. 】

after thinking about it, she replied: "I'll give you a gift on your birthday, too. 】

it's next January.

If he agrees to come down, this is equivalent to, even if sang Yan wants to move halfway, Wen Yifan can also extend the relationship with him to that time. After that, she had a reason to talk to him.

Sang Yan: [oh. 】

that's what he said this time.

It's a cold moment.

Wen Yifan didn't know what to return. His fingertips moved on the screen. Finally, he did it. She put her cell phone aside and was about to get up and take a shower.

At this time, the phone rang again.

She picked it up to have a look.

Sang Yan sent another voice.

The tone is lazy, the voice is slightly dumb, and the words are shallow and tired.

"69 days to go."

Wen Yifan listened to it several times, and he liked it. After struggling for a moment, she tentatively knocked: "if you can, can you countdown me every day? 】

sang Yan: [? 】

Wen Yifan gave a reason: "I'm afraid I'll forget. 】

three more sounds.

Sang Yan seems to be angry and happy: "where to have such thick skin."

Sang Yan: "can you be sincere?"

Sang Yan: "you should keep this in your mind all the time, instead of letting me remind you once a day, you know."

“……”

Because of his words, Wen Yifan immediately realized that her request was a bit off the mark, and changed her tongue: "sorry. 】

Wen Yifan: [I will remember. 】

put down her cell phone and she thought for a while.

Although Wen Yifan has determined that she wants to pursue sang Yan, she has never done such a thing. So she had no idea what to do and what to cut in.

If you just use words to test and reveal your meaning step by step, Wen Yifan doesn't think it's of much use. After all, sang Yan said a lot about it.

Maybe it will only make him feel that he is fed up with his words and can't help but reply in a similar way.

So if you approach directly with behavior

Wen Yifan is afraid that sang Yan thinks she is sexually harassing.

Although she learned from sang Yan's words earlier, she had made a lot of similar sexual harassment behaviors when she was sleepwalking. But when he did this kind of thing when he was sober, Wen Yifan didn't think that sang Yan could let her go so easily.

According to the attitude of Sang Yan towards Cui Jingyu in high school.

He doesn't seem to like the outgoing type very much.

After thinking for a long time, Wen Yifan still didn't come up with a reason.

……

At eight the next morning, Wen Yifan woke up naturally.

As usual, she got up to wash and change clothes. As she was working out the room, she caught a glimpse of the mirror in front of the dresser. Wen Yifan fixed his eyes on himself in the mirror.

The woman's skin is white and clean, her eyes are crooked inside and out, and her lips are red like rouge. Plain face to the sky, no powder. His hair was tied into a ponytail, and he was wearing a simple sports coat and slim trousers.

The appearance looks casual, but it looks coquettish and sharp.

Wen Yifan sat quietly in front of the dresser and simplified his make-up. When she saw the perfume that was placed beside her last night, she took it up, hesitated, and sprayed down behind her ears and wrist.

When the smell evaporated, Wen Yifan came out to the living room.

Today is the weekend. Sonyan doesn't have to work. But now he's up, in his simple casual clothes, cooking breakfast in the kitchen. It's still a state of being trapped to the point of not disturbing strangers.

Aware of the movement of Wen Yifan, he glanced at him.

It stopped soon.

Sang Yan's eyes did not hide and looked at her openly. He put his hand on the stage, tapped twice and asked casually, "what are you doing today?"

Wen Yifan looked into the pot and said honestly, "go to work."

Sang Yan raised his eyebrows and stared at her for a while. Before long, he seemed to understand something, the corners of his lips gently hook. He took his eyes back and made a very deliberate and drawl "Oh" sound.Wen Yifan looked calm and didn't show any discomfort. As if I should take it for granted.

Sang Yan turned off the fire: "take the bowl."

"Oh." Wen Yifan opened the cupboard and said, "I'll cook breakfast tomorrow?"

"Can you get up?"

"Yes Let's go. " Wen Yifan was not sure. He said, "your work and rest are quite healthy. Among the people I know, you are the only one who has to eat every breakfast and doesn't leave a day behind. "

Sang Yan side head, tone idle and meaning to point: "you say I why healthy?"

He felt that his question seemed to repeat what she had just said, but Wen Yifan was still patient and answered very cooperatively: "because you eat breakfast every day."

“……”

Sang Yan simply cooked porridge and eggs.

It's still a little hot just after cooking. Wen Yifan eats it slowly. Sang Yan ate faster than she did. After eating, she got up and went back to her room to change her clothes. When he came out, she looked up.

It's dark again.

Looking at Gao Leng and indifferent, like a killer who wants to go out and do a task.

Swallowing the last mouthful of porridge, Wen Yifan asked, "are you going out?"

"Well." Sang Yan said, "meet a friend."

Wen Yifan didn't ask much. He noticed that the time was almost up and he also got up. She followed sang Yan to the entrance. While he was putting on his shoes, she took the cap on the coat rack and buttoned it to her head.

The moment you put it on.

And she noticed something was wrong.

It doesn't seem to be her hat.

It's a lot more relaxed.

At the same time, Wen Yifan faces sang Yan.

He first stares at the hat on her head, freezes for a few seconds, slides down and looks at her.

It's kind of a condemnation.

Wen Yifan suddenly understood something. She looked towards the hat rack again, and sure enough, she found a black hat on it. She was silent for a moment and reached for her hat.

With the idea of returning things to their original owners, Wen Yifan looked up and hesitated to put his hat back on his head.

With her action, sang Yan's body bent down.

The distance is shortened in an instant.

Everything around us is empty. His eyes are pure black, invisible, with extreme attraction. Wen Yifan's eyes do not blink, can clearly feel his warm breath.

There are ambiguous doping into the air, uncontrolled fermentation, strands of outward diffusion.

Maybe he was bewitched.

One moment, Wen Yifan opened his eyes and raised his hand in a bewilderment, smoothing the broken hair in front of his forehead for him. When it collided with his eyes again, the movement stopped, and then slowly retracted his hand.

Wen Yifan stepped back, pretending to be calm and said: "your hair is in a mess, I'll help you sort it out."

Sang Yan's throat is smooth.

I didn't wait for him to speak.

Wen Yifan drooped his eyes and put on his shoes. He said, "you're welcome."

There was another silence.

"Oh." Sang Yan suddenly laughed, "so this is, I have to thank you for your meaning."

“……”

Wen Yifan as did not hear, took the key, look calm: "then I went to work."

But without waiting for her to go out, sang Yan suddenly stood up and blocked in front of her. He looked to the side, picked up the rest of the hat on the rack, and clasped it on her head.

It's neat and straightforward.

Wen Yifan's head went up.

Sang Yan stares at her face and slowly pulls her loose broken hair behind her ears. It's just a matter of seconds, but it seems to stretch to a few minutes. After finishing the work, he dropped his eyelashes and said, "why don't you talk?"

“……”

"Don't know what to say yet?"

Wen Yifan returned to his senses Thank you -

they went out together.

Sang Yanshun took her to Nanwu TV station.

After getting off the bus, Wen Yifan sorted out his mood and went back to the office. As soon as she got to her seat, she saw a bottle of strawberry milk on the table with a small cake beside it.

Wen Yifan turns to see Su Tian: "Xiaotian, whose is this?"

"Who can it be?" Su Tian whispered, "the little suckling dog gave it to you."

“……”

"Are you two at the ambiguous stage? Or was he unilateral? His thoughts on you are becoming more and more obvious. " Su Tian said, "if you don't, try it. This little suckling dog is quite obedient, and it looks good."

Wen Yifan didn't say anything. He got up and went to Mu Chengyun's seat.

There are not many people in the office at the moment.

Mu Chengyun said to her with a smile: "good morning, elder sister Yifan."

"Well, good morning." Wen Yifan put his breakfast back on his desk and said gently, "thank you for your breakfast. But I come to work after breakfast every day, and I can't eat any more now. "Mu Chengyun's lips moved.

Wen Yifan said with a smile, "you can eat. You don't have to buy any more. Thank you

“……”

With that, Wen Yifan returned to his seat.

Su Tian came over again and said curiously, "what did you say? How did the little suckling dog wither immediately?"

Wen Yifan shook his head: "nothing said."

"But he's really too passive. He can chase people like that Like what he found, Su Tian inhaled his nose and opened the topic. "Do you spray perfume today? It smells good. "

Wen Yifan touched his ear and said, "well."

Su Tian stares at her: "there is something wrong with you."

“……”

"Are you in love?"

"No Wen Yifan denied. After thinking about it, she thought that Su Tian didn't know sang Yan, so she couldn't guess. She said frankly, "I'm chasing people."

Su Tian was confused: "ah? Are you chasing people? "

Wen Yifan: "right."

“…… Are you sure you need it? " Su Tian said, "Yifan, you know, men are visual animals. As long as you hook your fingers, you don't need to chase them, they will lick them directly. "

Wen Yifan: "no, he looks very good."

Su Tian: "how good is it?"

This is the degenerate street nearby. For fear that Su Tian had heard of the title of "degenerate Street card", Wen Yifan thought about it and decided to say in a different way: "it's so good that it can be done --"

Su Tian: "eh?"

"The level of the king of ducks."

“……” -

when Wen Yifan got home, sang Yan didn't come back. It was less than eight o'clock at this time. She went into the kitchen and happened to receive sang Yan's wechat, saying that he would come back late tonight.

She said "OK.".

After cooking instant noodles, Wen Yifan sat down at the table, biting the noodles and Pondering over what happened today.

According to Sang Yan's behavior today.

Wen Yifan thinks that he should also have a good impression on her, but she is not sure how much. After all, this man is the most uneasy person she has ever seen.

Even think about it.

Wen Yifan thinks that today's events can also be explained by sang Yan's idea that "if you take advantage of me, I don't have the reason to suffer losses in my mother's life.".

She wanted to be safe.

After all, if you say it clearly, the other party doesn't really mean it.

They can't share any more.

I don't know why.

Wen Yifan also likes the present state.

After eating, Wen Yifan cleaned the dishes and chopsticks and went back to his room. Do all the work before going to bed, she lay in bed, bored to turn the news app.

After a while, Wen Yifan opened his microblog.

Accidentally, when he got to the message list and saw the tree cave blog, Wen Yifan looked a little bit sluggish and reached out to open it. Staring at the content of her last contribution, she began to type in the input box.

[anonymous coding, how to chase the person you have offended? 】

after sending successfully, Wen Yifan quit the microblog.

Put the cell phone aside, she has a lot of wishful thinking. Wen Yifan side body, curled up into a ball, sleepiness gradually rose up, will her whole person shrouded.

When he was about to fall into a dream, Wen Yifan heard his mobile phone vibrate.

It's especially clear in a quiet room.

Wen Yifan opened his eyes vaguely, reached for his mobile phone and glanced at it at will.

Just a few minutes after zero.

It's a voice from sang Yan.

I don't know what he's doing to send her a message at this point.

Wen Yifan half closed his eyes, lying on the pillow, casually open.

It seems that sang Yan is still outside. The background sound in his voice is noisy and crackling. His voice is low, with a bit of magnetism, mixed in it, but it is very clear.

"68 days to go."