Chapter 59

Sang Yan didn't think that after more than a year, he could still hear the word from Wen Yifan. Moreover, this time it has risen to the level of "Redemption".

He thought it was ridiculous, but it was a little funny: "which one am I?"

Wen Yifan's hand was cold and touched his face. Her eyes focused, fingertips from his eyebrows, down the side of the face, stopped at his right lip slightly sunken pear vortex.

She didn't move.

The line of sight also goes down.

"Go ahead." Sang Yan let her touch, reached for her other hand, covered in his hand, "want to redeem me, and then?"

"And then?" Wen Yifan slowly raised his eyelashes, staring at his familiar eyebrows and eyes, and honestly said his inner feelings, "let you become my own."

Mulberry Yan eyebrow tip frivolous: "that still need you to redeem?"

"Yes. Because I see you, "Wen Yifan pursed his lips and complained softly," laughing with other girls. "

After that, she explained for him, "but it must be your job requirement When I redeem you, you don't have to do such a thing. "

"Wen Shuangjiang, who taught you to pour dirty water when you were drunk?" Sang Yan shook her hand more forcefully. "Today, this table is not all old men. Who did I laugh with?"

Wen Yifan shook his head: "not today."

Sang Yan: "it's not today. What day is it?"

"The first time I went to work overtime," Wen Yifan said slowly, as if in memory, "one night, you laughed with four girls and gave them their contact information."

“……”

For such a long time, sang Yan had no impression at all, but he was very sure that he had never done it. He stares at her and takes out his cell phone from his pocket like compromise: "look at it for yourself."

Without waiting for Wen Yifan to take over the mobile phone, the sound of the car came from behind.

Sang Yan glanced at an empty taxi. He directly put the mobile phone into Wen Yifan's hand and raised his hand to stop it. Then he pulled her up, half in his arms: "home."

Wen Yifan holding a mobile phone, still calling him: "Sang Yan."

Sang Yan: "hmm?"

Wen Yifan is very serious: "I'm already preparing to raise money. You can't laugh with others."

“……”

Sang Yan and she looked at each other for a few seconds, and suddenly felt that they could not communicate with this drunkard. He opened the car door, shoved her into the car, and then forced down the dirty water: "OK, I see."

Close the door and sonyan goes to the other side of the car.

Sang Yan reported the address to the driver, got close to Wen Yifan and tied her seat belt.

Staring at his actions and close-up eyebrows, Wen Yifan is not used to it. In addition, he feels a little uncomfortable after drinking too much: "why do you have to wear a seat belt in the back seat?"

Sang Yan raised his eyes: "you have to tie it wherever you sit."

"Oh." Looking at him sitting back, Wen Yifan looked at him, "then why don't you tie it."

"I don't think it's easy."

Wen Yifan said again, looking as if he understood the meaning of his words. The car was silent, and her eyes were still on him. A few seconds later, she asked, "why don't you tie it?"

“……”

Sang Yan was silent for three seconds. Seeing that she was still looking at herself, she agreed again and pulled on the seat belt.

Seeing this, Wen Yifan seems to be satisfied. Her eyes were fixed on Sang Yan's left hand. His sleeve was slightly rolled up. The bracelet she had given him was still on the wrist of his left hand, as if it had never been taken off.

Red string, with a small pendant. It really doesn't go with his temperament.

But after he put it on, it seemed to fit him.

Wen Yifan grabs his hand and touches it lightly. The picture of Su haoan's total loss of Sang Yan tonight comes to mind. She is inexplicably a little unhappy, whispered: "you wear this will not be laughed like a little girl?"

"Well?" Sang Yan said lazily, "it's none of their business."

“……”

"Then why did we leave so early?" Wen Yifan thought hard and said slowly. "I just heard them say that there will be a wedding party later..."

Sang Yan learned her speaking speed and said slowly, "because there is a drunkard who is drunk."

Hearing this, Wen Yifan observed him: "are you drunk?"

“……”

"Then I'll go back and make you some honey water," said Wen Yifan in a drunken state. He said a lot more than usual, but the logic of his speech still exists. "Then you go to bed early, don't you have to go to work tomorrow?"

Sang Yan side head: "and you."

Wen Yifan blinked: "I'll take turns tomorrow."

"Well," Sang Yan pinched the meat on her palm, with a leisurely tone, "you have time, so you want to find something for me to do."

"Then I'm going to redeem you, and you have to forget your identity as the number one." Wen Yifan turned the topic back to the top again, with a serious expression. "It's natural to do anything for me."“……”

For the first time, sang Yan knew the title of "number one" because of Su haoan. At that time, Su haoan didn't know where to hear this, and was particularly unconvinced, so he argued with him about who was the number one of the degenerate street.

He didn't bother to pay attention to Su haoan, and he didn't pay attention to this mess at all.

But sang Yan didn't think of it.

This title can also be an opportunity for him to meet Wen Yifan again, and she seems to be still worried about it.

There was a long silence.

It seems that he can't help it at last. Sang Yan laughs. His shoulders trembled and his chest heaved as he laughed. It took him a long time to say, "OK, what you said is reasonable."

“……”

"Besides, I'm still innocent. They don't sell their skills or their bodies. They make money only by their talents. " Sang Yan drags the tail tune, danger Lang is in charge of the way, "you this money, spend also not deficit."

Wen Yifan solemnly said, "I know."

Sang Yan: "so come and redeem me as soon as possible, OK?"

Wen Yifan nodded.

Listening to their conversation, the driver in front looked strange and looked back in the rearview mirror frequently. Until he got to the gate of Shangdu flower city and took the money from sang Yan, he couldn't help persuading: "girl, I think you look so beautiful -"

Wen Yifan just got out of the car and looked at the driver through the window: "hmm?"

"There's no need to find a cowherd as an object!"

“……”

Sang Yan directly closed the car door and said with a smile: "master, do you have such a business

“……”

Shangdu Huacheng property management is strict. Cars without license plate registration have to register some miscellaneous things, which is particularly troublesome. So sang Yan didn't let the driver drive the car in and stopped at the door.

But sitting all the way, Wen Yifan's drunkenness seems to be stronger, and he can't even stand steadily now.

Sang Yan simply recited her.

Wen Yifan put his chin on his shoulder and put his hands around his neck. She seemed a little sleepy, but she kept muttering, "so you can't eat by hue."

Sang Yan'an listened to her.

Wen Yifan: "this is the most promising road."

"Well." Sang Yanshun said, "no one let you eat by color."

Wen Yifan shook his head: "yes."

Hearing the speech, sang Yan's step was over and he turned back: "who?"

Wen Yifan seemed to want to say something, but when he faced him, he swallowed all the words back. She looked back and thought: "when I was in Yihe, I first practiced in the newspaper for more than two years, and then went to Yihe radio and television."

Sang Yan seldom heard her talk about the past, and he looked a little stunned.

"I got into one of their ace news columns through social recruitment." Wen Yifan said, "I didn't think I could get in either, because those who can get in are basically related to walking. I just wanted to try, so I put in my resume. "

Sang Yan answered, "and then."

"Then," Wen Yifan's expression was a little dull, as if he didn't like this memory very much, "I didn't know until I stayed there for several months. Many people in the group were saying that I had sex with the director before I came in."

“……”

"I don't really care about these things. After all, I can't keep my mouth on other people. " Wen Yifan said, "but I didn't think that my director really wanted to have sex with me."

Sonyan's steps stopped.

"He said that everything I do with my face is faster and easier than being a journalist, and I don't know what I'm up to. I don't lose much by sleeping a few times. " Wen Yifan's words stopped. After a long time, he said I hate that place. "

Sang Yan said in a low voice: "well, we won't go in the future."

Wen Yifan said: "why do you say that to me?"

Afraid to frighten her, sang Yan tried to calm her tone by pressing down the anger in his heart: "because they have something wrong."

“……”

"Sang Yan."

"Well?"

"Before I went back to Nanwu," Wen Yifan said softly, "I dreamed of you."

“……”

"I dreamt that you came to Yihe and took you with me." maybe it was a little sleepy after a long time, but Wen Yifan said it was a little difficult, "taking you, um, your wife. You're on a wedding tour. "

Sang Yanxiao: "what are your dreams?"

Wen Yifan: "you are very happy. You greet me with a smile."

It's strange.

At that time, Wen Yifan had not thought of Sang Yan for a long time.

But when I wake up.

She suddenly wanted to go back to Nanwu.

She hates Yihe.

I also hate Beiyu.

There is no city she likes.

But that moment.

She felt that at least her father's tomb was in Nanwu.At least, there was one person in Nanwu that she wanted to see but didn't dare to.

"All right." Sang Yan thought about it, and his tone was more serious. "Then we'll go to Yihe in the future."

“……”

Wen Yifan stares at his side face, inexplicably a little hot eyed. She lowered her eyes, sniffed gently, and said in a low voice, "Sang Yan, I'm sorry."

"Well?" Sang Yan asked, "sorry, what?"

"I'm too heavy."

"I haven't said anything, so you said you were heavy?" Sang Yan laughs, "before you want to apologize, you should weigh your own flesh, OK? You're still biting me. "

Wen Yifan didn't speak and buried his face in his neck.

I'm sorry.

I used to speak in such a heavy tone.

Wen Yifan didn't speak any more, his mind gradually drifted, and his sense of security was occupied by the man in front of him. His eyelids drooped and his brain sank. He recalled Chen Junwen's words at today's wedding banquet.

"The fat man was crying and drinking like a fool. He took sang Yan as the girl he was chasing in college and yelled for a long time, "Wan Lin! Am I your spare wheel? " Sang Yan also drank a lot and repeated his words like a fool. "

"Ah? What did sang Yan say? "

……

I don't know whether I didn't hear it clearly or imagined it, or whether it really happened that way.

But sonyan, I don't think he would say that.

He can't say that.

He is such a proud person, he should always be proud.

I won't be defeated by anything.

So, he must not be, just waiting for her.

A strong sense of guilt almost crushed her.

Wen Yifan doesn't want this to be true and feels that he can't afford such treatment.

What did he say?

Wen Yifan did not dare to recall.

She tired to the extreme, slowly, by the strong sleepiness into the dream.

In the dream, in the bustling stall.

The man was wearing a white shirt. He unbuttoned his collar and rolled up his sleeves. His eyes were dark, his eyes were drunk, and his eyes were broken. He casually repeated Qian Fei's words: "am I your spare tire?"

Chen Junwen laughed: "Sang Yan, are you infected?"

"I'm yours," Sang Yan said softly, as if he didn't hear me. "Spare tire?"

“……”

Everything around seems to be pulling away.

The bustling scene is noisy, but it seems that it has nothing to do with him. It's like in two different worlds.

Sang Yan's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his eyes were red by the wine. He dropped his eyes and pulled his lips in a very low voice.

"Spare tire That's fine