Chapter 54

This reminds Wen Yifan of last year when sang Yan said that relatives came to his family and he didn't go home to sleep for the whole new year. She moved her lips, some speechless, half a day to hold out a sentence: "I do not have the concept of holidays, you stay with your family on the line."

"Relatives are tired to death," Sang Yan said with a smile. "Do you think I like festivals?"

Wen Yifan didn't know what to say, so he bit the apple and continued to watch the movie.

But I didn't pay attention to it at all.

Thinking of Zheng Kejia's news and sang Yan's feeling, Wen Yifan doesn't know how to describe his mood.

Those bad emotions seem to be being replaced by something else.

Not bad.

Only let Wen Yifan feel a little stuffy.

Part of it is because of the mess at home.

But it's more because of Sang Yan and what he has been doing.

Even if she didn't come home in the new year, sang Yan didn't know the reason and didn't ask anything. Maybe I'm afraid that this will be an embarrassing topic for her, so I just follow her way and come straight to accompany her.

But she never talked about it.

When it comes to this kind of thing, the only reaction is to escape. I don't want to mention anything at all.

He wanted to know, but she didn't want to say.

Then he thinks he doesn't want to know.

Wen Yifan made up his mind and suddenly called out: "Sang Yan."

Sang Yan's eyes were on the TV, and he said casually, "hmm?"

"It's Zheng Kejia who just sent me a message," Wen Yifan said while watching TV, pretending to be very common. "She said that my mother asked me if I want to go back to China this year."

“……”

"But I don't have a very good relationship with my stepfather." Wen Yifan stopped for a moment and finished the rest of his words. "Not long after my father died, my mother remarried."

Sang Yan immediately looked at her, and the original joke on her face gradually came back: "when did it happen?"

Wen Yifan was quiet for a few seconds and truthfully said, "the semester of senior high school."

“……”

"That's right," Wen Yifan said in a somewhat difficult voice, "when I was called out by the teacher in the middle of class -"

the memory was pulled out in a flash and went back to the afternoon of the new semester.

Wen Yifan remembers that it was an extremely cold winter.

The windows in the classroom are closed and the air is not circulating, but there is still cold air blowing from nowhere. Her fingers were frozen stiff, and the words she wrote were not the same as usual.

Wen Yifan was a little sleepy when he listened to the hypnotic words of his math teacher.

At this time, Zhang Wenhong suddenly appeared at the door. With a mobile phone in her hand, her face was in a hurry and flustered. She interrupted the teacher's lecture: "sorry, Mr. Chen."

Math teacher: "what's the matter?"

"Something happened." Zhang Wenhong looked at Wen Yifan, "Yifan, come out."

I don't know why, when he saw Zhang Wenhong's figure, Wen Yifan had a bad feeling. As if, before something big happened, God out of pity, to the parties to bring buffer.

But she just thought it was a small thing. I feel that at most I will receive a training, or I will call my parents over. I feel that what will happen next is just a "big event" that I often experience at that age.

The eyes of the students around him immediately looked at Wen Yifan.

Even sang Yan, who was lying on the table, straightened up a little.

Wen Yifan immediately wakes up, a little at a loss, puts down his pen and goes in the direction of Zhang Wenhong.

Zhang Wenhong pulled her to one side to talk.

For fear of irritating her, Zhang Wenhong's tone was softer than ever. The sympathy in her words was obvious: "you go in and pack up your things. Your mother just called me and said she would come to pick you up now."

“……” Wen Yifan was stunned, "what's the matter?"

"Your father..." Zhang Wenhong said with difficulty, "the situation is not very good."

……

At that moment, Wen Yifan felt like he was dreaming.

There was no sign of this. Her mind was blank. She only felt that it was Arabian Nights and heard the most inexplicable words. But she did not dare to refute the teacher's words, clearly felt that her whole body was shaking.

Wen Yifan came back to the classroom without expression.

She stood in her position and pulled the bag out of the drawer.

There was a crash.

The things inside were driven by her strength and spilled on the ground.

The math teacher stopped talking again and frowned, "what's the matter?"

Wen Yifan turned his head and said, "nothing. I'm sorry, teacher

With that, Wen Yifan slowly picked up the things on the ground, and the students sitting next to him squatted down to help. She whispered "thank you" and stood up.

Wen Yifan carries his schoolbag and is ready to leave.Before leaving, she looked at sang Yan's direction inexplicably.

He was still sitting in the same place, his face unclear, his eyes on her.

The two eyes met.

Wen Yifan pursed his lower lip and turned his head out of the classroom. With a note given to her by Zhang Wenhong in her hand, she walked quickly towards the school gate. Her brain was full of Zhang Wenhong's words.

Your dad's not doing very well.

The situation.

Not so good.

What does that mean.

Why her father is in a bad situation.

Her father is fine.

Some time ago, I told her that I would go home soon.

Handing the note to the security guard, Wen Yifan goes out of school and turns out his mobile phone from his schoolbag. She turned on the phone and immediately called Zhao Yuandong as if she wanted to have a confirmation result.

It took a while for the other end to pick up.

Zhao Yuandong's voice with a cry cavity, obviously just cried: "ah Jiang..."

At this moment.

Wen Yifan believed exactly what Zhang Wenhong said. Her lips moved, but she seemed to be choked in her throat with something. She couldn't say a word. I don't want to hear Zhao Yuandong go on.

"I asked your uncle to pick you up, but he'll have to go for a while." Zhaoyuandong barely steady voice, finished saying, "you directly hit a car to come to the city hospital, your aunt will come down to pick you up."

“……” Wen Yifan answered softly, "OK."

Wen Yifan hung up and went to the station next to the school.

Nanwu No.1 middle school is a closed education, the school's geographical location is also biased, and it is hard to see people nearby. Wen Yifan waited for several minutes, but he didn't see a taxi coming.

Just to a bus, Wen Yifan did not wait, directly on the bus.

At this point, there is no one in the car except her and the driver. Wen Yifan went to the back of the car and felt that his heart was empty and the world was crumbling.

The car starts.

He drove forward for a few seconds, then stopped abruptly.

Wen Yifan sat on the seat, leaning forward along the inertia. She raised her eyes and saw the front door of the bus open. The boy got on the bus and said thanks to the driver. He panted in her direction.

“……” Wen Yifan said, "how did you come out?"

"Suddenly I don't want to go to class." Sang Yan sat next to her and said, "try skipping class."

If it is normal, Wen Yifan may follow his words. But at this moment, she was not in any mood to joke. She just pulled the corner of her lip and then lowered her eyes.

Very strange, tears seem to follow his arrival, also surge up.

A few seconds later.

Sang Yan asked in a low voice, "what's the matter?"

“……” Wen Yifan looked at him again and wanted to shake his head.

But at this time, tears fall completely uncontrollably.

Drop by drop, drop by drop.

Wen Yifan feel embarrassed, immediately don't overdo it. She tried her best to hold back her tears, and her whole body began to tremble. She was extremely ambivalent. She thought it was a long way to go, but she hoped it would never come to the end.

She couldn't see sonyan's face behind her.

I just think.

Her world, in this moment, has completely collapsed.

But the next moment.

Wen Yifan's breath is occupied by the sandalwood on his body. Her body froze, slightly raised her eyelashes, and her vision was covered by the boy's blue and white striped school uniform. There were tears in her eyes, falling down silently.

Across the coat.

She could hear sonyan's voice.

It's too low to smell. It's like a little comfort.

"So I can't see it."

……

Wen Yifan remembers that it was very cold that day, and the sky was overcast. It was covered with thick clouds, as if it would be on the ground in the next second. In the afternoon, there was no sunshine.

Her eyes were still sideways, looking out of the window. He was stained by the warmth left on the boy's clothes.

It was the only thing that Wen Yifan could feel at that moment.

Wen Yifan kept his original posture, motionless. After a long time, she raised her hand to hold the corner of her coat. The strength gradually increased, and the back spine also slowly relaxed.

All the patience dissipated in an instant with her action.

Wen Yifan's tears seemed to flow out, and his throat choked uncontrollably.

Sang Yan next door was quiet and silent.

Silent company. Just telling her in this way that he's there.

Before arriving at the station, Wen Yifan reluctantly controlled his mood. She seldom cried, and her eyes were aching. She wiped away her tears with her sleeve, then took off sang Yan's coat and turned her head.

Notice her movement, sang Yan also looked over.

They looked at each other.Wen Yifan silently takes back his eyes and blocks his sight with his hair.

Silence.

When the bus stops, Wen Yifan gets up.

Sang Yan, who was sitting outside, made room for her and asked her to go down first. It seemed that he didn't know what to say. He just followed her, more silent than ever.

After getting out of the car, the chill came again and wound around without stint. Afraid that sang Yan would catch a cold, Wen Yifan handed back his coat to him, and his nasal voice was very heavy: "it's cold, you put it on."

Sang Yan then said, "well."

Knowing that he must have run out because of her, Wen Yifan sniffed and said, "go back to school. Don't skip class, the teacher will be angry. Then you'll have to be asked to be a parent again. I'll be there in a taxi, and my mother will come to pick me up

Sang Yan was silent for a few seconds and said, "OK."

After a while.

Wen Yifan looked up at him and said seriously, "thank you."

Thank you for coming.

Gave me the strength to support.

At least let me feel, this all the way, not as hard as imagined.

This bus can't get directly to the city hospital, so Wen Yifan can only get to this station first, and then take a taxi.

A taxi happened to come, and sang Yan stopped it for her without saying a word. Then, he tilted his head, his voice was a little heavy: "Wen Shuang Jiang, I don't know what happened to you."

So I don't know what to say.

I'm afraid I'll say something wrong, I'm afraid I'll poke her scar even more, I'm afraid I'll comfort her, everything will backfire.

Therefore, I would rather not say anything.

"I'm not a good talker," Sang Yan said solemnly, bending down to stare at her eyes. "But anyway, I'll always be with you."

At that young and frivolous age.

Most people are just impulsive and don't think too much about it. They don't think whether they can do it or not. If you wait a little longer, you may forget it as a gossip, or as a dispensable and unrealistic past.

Even Wen Yifan at that time felt that sang Yan's words were just a consolation.

A casual word of comfort.

But after a long time, Wen Yifan knew.

It turns out that's not the case.

Sang Yan will always keep his promise.

As long as he said it.

No matter what obstacles, no matter how difficult, he will try his best to achieve it.

Wen Yifan's thoughts gradually receded. She went on biting the apple and took a look at sang Yan. After listening to her words, he lowered his eyes slightly. From this angle, the light seemed a little dim.

Afraid that this heavy topic will make him feel at a loss, Wen Yifan added.

"A long time ago, too."

Sang Yancai looked back at her like a God.

Wen Yifan blinked: "what's the matter?"

"Nothing."

I just feel lucky.

At that time, I chose to skip class.

Sang Yan dropped his eyes and asked casually, "then you moved your stepfather with your mother?"

"Well, I didn't get along very well later." Wen Yifan omitted some of them and said roughly, "I moved to my grandmother."

"How are you?"

Wen Yifan did not respond: "ah?"

"Your grandmother." Sang Yan repeated, "it's good for you."

Wen Yifan was stunned and said with a smile: "it's very good. She loves my father very much, so she also loves me."

When she finished, sang Yan looked at her, and his mood seemed relaxed: "what's the matter with your stepsister?"

"Well?"

"A pair," Sang Yan sneered softly, "very familiar with you."

"No. That's her character. She's spoiled by her father. " Sang Yan mentioned that Zheng Kejia should arrange drinks for her. Wen Yifan explained, "she's used to that. She uses the best. She never makes do with it. If she doesn't like something, she needs help from others."

"Just a little girl who was spoiled and grew up." Wen Yifan can understand, speak calm and gentle, "her father loves her very much, plus I am a few years older than her, generally let her sister."

"To keep my sister?" Sang Yan laughed, "where's the rule?"

“……”

Mentioning this, Wen Yifan's mind emerged to treat Sangzhi.

Without waiting for her to answer, sang Yan suddenly leaned back, leaning against the back of the sofa. As he sat down, he grabbed her arm and pulled into her arms.

Wen Yifan suddenly fell on him.

After that, he held her back and lifted her up to himself. After that, there was no extra movement, just holding her quietly.

The gesture is ambiguous and intimate.As soon as he got close to him, Wen Yifan was a little nervous and looked down at him: "what's the matter?"

Sang Yan was very straightforward: "hold it."

“……”

"You said where all your food has gone. Your bone hurts me so much." Sang Yan stretched out his hand and pinched the meat on her arm. He felt it was a big project. "When can I gain weight?"

Wen Yifan immediately said, "my friend says I'm fat."

Sang Yan asked: "who? I'm not happy for you? "

“……” Wen Yifan's lips straightened, but he couldn't help laughing, "is there something wrong with you?"

I want to make her fat.

Others said she was fat and began to pick on others.

Sang Yan looked at her smile, light pick next eyebrow: "how do you still personal attack."

Wen Yifan is still laughing.

The living room is not quiet. In addition to the dialogue between the two, there is the background sound of the movie. Listen to intense and shocking, but no one has to care and attention.

After a long time, sang Yan reached out and touched the corner of her eye, and suddenly called to her: "the frost is falling."

"Well?"

"Don't put your stepsister's bullshit and those idiots to me, you know?" Sang Yan's eyes were dark and he said slowly, "do you think everything in my house is bought in disorder?"

Wen Yifan was stunned and his lips moved.

"Everything is for you. But if you don't like it, keep it and put it there. " Sang Yan's tone was very flat, but he seemed to be a little unhappy. "What's more, your stepsister is used to that."

“……”

"You choose the object of this vision," Sang Yan staring at her, suddenly kiss her lips, extremely arrogant said, "you should use the best of everything, understand?"

Go back to the room after the movie.

Wen Yifan recalled the content just now. He felt that the movie was similar to what it looked like, and he couldn't remember several plots even after watching the whole movie. All of a sudden, she suddenly realized that she was not suitable for watching movies with Sang Yan.

As long as he's there.

It seems that her attention can only be focused on him, and the ordinary things like watching movies will become a century's problem.

Every time.

Wen Yifan pursed his lips, and his body seemed to be stained with sangyan's breath, as if his embrace was just a second ago. She recalled the picture of herself half sitting on Sang Yan's body, and her face became less.

She recovered her breath and decided to take a shower to calm down.

Entering the bathroom, Wen Yifan takes off his clothes and opens the shower.

Gradually, Wen Yifan's thoughts emptied, and he thought of the paragraph after paragraph of Zheng Kejia's words.

Now she only remembers one word.

When Zheng Kejia just complained, he said "they".

So it shows that this time, unlike last time, only Che Yanqin came. Maybe Su Liangxian and Wen Ming, and Thinking of this, Wen Yifan remembers the middle-aged man he met in Beiyu hospital.

It's Che Xingde.

Che Yanqin's brother.

Maybe he came along.

Although Wen Yifan doesn't want to care about these things, every time he thinks about these people, his mood will be affected uncontrollably. But it's amazing that when she thinks about it at this moment, she just feels no waves and no waves.

Even if there is an impact, it seems to be only a little bit.

Light enough to be negligible.

All emotions are occupied by another person. There's no room left for anything else.

Wen Yifan suddenly touched the position of his lips.

It's like as long as he's around.

That all bad mood, can then disappear without a trace.