Chapter 79

Wen Yifan didn't react too much, and the sweetness of sugar remained in his mouth. She wanted to ask why he had to eat the sugar in her mouth because there was so much sugar in the bag, but she was distracted by his words.

"Is it sweet?"

Sang Yan lowered his eyelashes and raised his eyebrows.

Want to confirm again, Wen Yifan put the sugar in his mouth and tasted it again: "I feel OK."

“……”

"Will it be better if you chew it?" Wen Yifan raised his head and put forward a suggestion, "this is nougat. If you chew it, the milk taste should be heavier, and it's not so sweet."

“……” Sometimes sang Yan really felt that he was lifting a stone. He seemed speechless and reminded in a low voice, "it doesn't matter whether I chew or not, do you understand?"

"But it will taste better if you chew it." Wen Yifan took another one and handed it to his lips. "Don't you really eat it?"

Staring at her for a few seconds, this time sang Yan didn't retort again and opened his mouth obediently.

Seeing that he didn't hate the smell, Wen Yifan bent his lips. She also put one in her mouth, feeling really delicious, and then sealed the mouth.

Two people out of the square, to the direction of the parking lot.

People flow from dense to sparse, from a bright and lively place to a dark and quiet street. Wen Yifan, holding sang Yan's hand, saw a group of lovers kissing me beside a car on the side of the road.

As soon as her eyes stopped, she remembered the thing that sang Yan had just hooked sugar from her mouth.

Wen Yifan suddenly realized something and stopped.

Sang Yan side head: "how?"

"I just came to realize that what you just meant was," Wen Yifan gave a pause, and described the incident without any tact, "is the sugar from my mouth still sweet?"

“……”

Quiet street, blowing late autumn wind, in the ear with Hula sound.

Two people look at each other with four eyes.

Just now, Wen Yifan felt that his reaction was too cold and boring. Suddenly she dropped her head, opened the bag again and took a sugar from it. This time, she didn't ask sang Yan's advice, so she just put it in his mouth, and her strength was a little tough.

“……” Sangyan was unprepared. His teeth were bumped and slightly painful.

The next moment.

Wen Yifan grabbed his collar and pulled it down. She bit his lip against his teeth. She is not very good at doing this kind of thing, the action is more astringent than him, and the process is also slow.

It lasted for a long time.

Aware of her difficulties, sang Yan bent down, put the tip of his tongue against the sugar, and slowly pushed her mouth. Wen Yifan hook, eat sugar after a few steps back, again on his dark eyes.

"Oh." Wen Yifan said calmly, "it's very sweet."

……

Back in the car, Wen Yifan habitually went to Sang Yan to fasten his seat belt, and saw that he was still smiling. Her expression stagnated, a little could not help: "what are you laughing at?"

Sang Yan tilted his head, and the pear vortex on his lips was shallow: "Wen Shuang Jiang, let me tell you something." Wen Yifan: "what?"

Sang Yan reached his lower teeth and felt numb. He was a bit arrogant and looked like he was a sweet cake that everyone was fighting for. He said arrogantly and slowly, "take it easy next time."

“……” Wen Yifan was silent for a few seconds. He didn't feel that he was exerting any force. "You're still pretty --"

he choked out two words: "delicate."

Sang Yan, who always thought he was a man, had the audacity to admit it.

"Yes."

“……”

How can I be a mulberry flower now.

Wen Yifan started the car, did not continue this topic, casually said: "my car seems to have forgotten to buy."

During the National Day holiday, Wen Yifan was busy with her work, and then sang Yan was injured, which made her forget this one. After thinking about it, she asked, "will it be cheaper before the Spring Festival?"

"After the Spring Festival," sang Yanxian remembers it, but there are so many things happened recently that he always forgets to remind her, "I'll go with you then."

Wen Yifan nodded. Just at the red light, she stopped the car and thought of another thing: "by the way, the landlord told me that she wanted to recycle the house. Let's move out before March next year."

"Next March..." Sang Yan pondered for a moment, pretending to ask for her opinion in a vague way, "shall we fall in love for another half a year?"

Wen Yifan was stunned: "ah."

Sang Yan's lips gradually deepened and said lazily, "ah, what, I'm asking you."

"Isn't it all right?" Wen Yifan has a feeling of being thrown off guard. He's not in such a good mood that he feels a little suffocated. "Why did he just talk about it for half a year all of a sudden?"

What's his criteria for choosing a mate?

Don't we have to break up if we rent together?

“……”

Sang Yanmei's heart jumped. Although this was a bit ambiguous, he didn't expect to get such an answer. He squeezed her face hard and said, "say something."Yu guangkan saw the green light, and sang Yancai let go.

Wen Yifan continues to drive and gradually reacts. She was just startled, and now she was a little depressed. She muttered, "how can you talk so easily recently?"

Sang Yan looked at her coolly.

Wen Yifan thought for a while, but he didn't know how long most people would get married after falling in love. I couldn't figure out why for a long time, so I simply asked him, "I don't pay much attention to others. How long do other people usually talk about getting married?"

"Well?" Sangyan has no formal way, "it's usually a few weeks."

“……”

Sang Yan said casually, "we've been here for a long time."

"Oh."

Wen Yifan took back his thoughts and thought for a while. In fact, she doesn't have a big standard for this. She can do it when she feels fit. But her present job is not very stable. She always works overtime in three days.

Although sang Yan's work is the same, it's not as irregular as her.

After thinking about it, Wen Yifan still wants to wait until his work is more stable to consider this matter. She estimated the time in her mind, and felt that it had to be lengthened: "then -"

"eh?"

"Another year or two?"

“……”

Although I didn't expect to get a long time result, sang Yan didn't care about the time, after all, it was sooner or later. If the girl wants to fall in love for a long time, she can.

It's all with him anyway.

They talked a little more, and then sang Yan didn't disturb her driving.

He leaned against the back of the chair, his eyelids drooping, and he felt sleepy for no reason. In this silence, sang Yan recalled the topic about dance just mentioned by Wen Yifan, and his mood gradually became worse.

In high school, sang Yan saw Wen Yifan cry twice.

One was on the bus, the other was when she was called to talk by her dance teacher.

Sangyan didn't know what they said, but she happened to come out of the office at that time. He wanted to stop her. Before she was born, he saw that she didn't go in the direction of the classroom, but in the direction of another teaching building.

I look very depressed.

Don't know what she is going to do, sang Yandun, and then followed up.

He saw Wen Yifan go to the stairwell beside the reading room. There was no one else at this time. As if she had lost her soul, she went down a few floors and sat down in the corner.

There was no sound.

After a while, her shoulders trembled, as if she were crying.

At that time, sang Yan didn't know what happened, but she could guess that she felt sad and powerless because her foot injury affected the dancing.

I don't think there's any way.

He could only sit quietly behind her without any words of comfort.

But today, sang Yan knows why she really cried.

The pain she suffered in high school.

It all seemed to start with that day.

On that day, his wings were abruptly broken.

……

Drive the car back to the community, Wen Yifan is going to get off, suddenly noticed that sang Yan lost his mind. She leaned over, shook her hand in front of him and asked, "what are you thinking?"

Sang Yan looked at her for a moment and said, "warm frost falls."

"Well?"

"I'm going to keep going with you, so I'll say that to you." Sang Yan to her eyes, appearance a change usual not serious, serious too much, "in addition to looking for other objects, you want to do anything else, I support you."

“……”

"Don't make do with your life, you know? Your life is still very long, "Sang Yan said to her, with her broken hair on her forehead and her head on her side." it's not too late to do anything. "

Wen Yifan understood his words in an instant.

She moved her lips to say something, but she couldn't say anything at this moment.

It seemed that she didn't have to give any response. After that, sang Yan rubbed her head hard: "listen?"

Wen Yifan nodded: "well."

Sang Yan: "OK, then go home."

After getting out of the car.

Wen Yifan took the initiative to take his hand and said softly, "Sang Yan, what I just told you is the truth."

"Well?"

"I used to think that my family lied to everyone because they thought that dancing was expensive and it was hard for me to talk about it." Wen Yifan said, "but now I think it doesn't matter, so I want to take the initiative to tell you."

Sang Yan pinched her fingertips.

"I'm not the same now. At that time, I felt that I was weak and could do nothing Wen Yifan said slowly, "I don't think it's useful to refute and tell. I just keep silent."

Because there is no dependence.

"But now I can do whatever I want, and I don't have to look at other people's faces." Wen Yifan said, "it's like when my father didn't die, because he supports me whatever I want to do."She pursed her lips and said, "then, I have you now."

I don't know when it started. Wen Yifan was very sure that she had to rely on her again.

"I really think it's good to be a journalist now. All my energy has been put on it all these years. I'm not willing to give up being a journalist to do something else." Wen Yifan thought about it and laughed, "but I can be like you."

Sang Yan's Adam's apple slid and looked at her: "what?"

"Don't you have a leading sideline?" Wen Yifan seriously said, "if I want to continue dancing some day later, I can take it as my sideline."

Sang Yan laughed: "that's OK."

They went to wait for the elevator.

Wen Yifan is facing him, half leaning against the wall. In this quiet atmosphere, she somehow wanted to say an affectation: "Sang Yan, do you think you are sent by my father to treat me well?"

Sang Yan raised his eyelashes and quickly denied: "No."

“……”

Two seconds later.

He added idly, "I volunteered."