Chapter 82

Feeling that the atmosphere was not right, Sang Zhi's eyes wandered around them, and then he went out of the kitchen with a good sense of current affairs, leaving them time to be alone.

I took the door with me before I left.

Wen Yifan took back his eyes and continued to cut the meat on the chopping board. Her hair was all tied up, leaving a few strands of broken hair between her ears and back of her neck. His appearance changed from his usual mild smile, with no emotion on his face.

Sang Yan went to her side and kept silent for a few seconds before he said absurdly, "Wen Shuangjiang, do you think I cheated on you and you ate the takeout?"

“……”

This is a very accurate point.

Wen Yifan stopped. Because of his words, almost broke the credit, that little bit of sullen then dissipated. She drooped her eyes, forced her expression and said calmly, "I've bought everything."

The implication is.

If you don't eat, it's a waste.

After staring at her for a while, sang Yan didn't care about it. He thought of something, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and shook it casually: "why don't you return my message?"

With that, he added to her as if she were stepping down: "didn't you see that?"

"I see it." Wen Yifan turned on the tap and began to wash the vegetables, not tactfully, "don't want to go back."

“……”

Aware of her action, sang Yan rolled up her sleeve, grabbed her hand out of the pool and took over the work in her hand. He is speechless to straight music, want to pinch her face, but also due to the hand is still wet: "OK."

Wen Yifan looks at him and rubs the water on his hand arrogantly.

Aware of her action, sang Yan said with profound meaning: "Wen Shuangjiang, you have a big temper now."

“……”

That! Not yet! You first! Make people sleep!!!

Wen Yifan's mood is inexplicable and somewhat suffocating. She ignored him, turned around and took a big pot and filled it with water. It's like trying to draw a line with him and take a few steps back after filling the water.

Sang Yan turned off the tap, took out a paper towel to wipe his hands, and said lazily, "warm frost falls."

Wen Yifan put the pot on the induction cooker and pressed the switch.

He broke one sentence into three to show the seriousness of the matter.

"You."

"Cold violence."

"I don't know."

“……” Wen Yifan immediately looks at him. She thought for a while, and suddenly felt that it was really such a situation, so she made a reasonable request, "then don't talk to me."

Sang Yan's eyebrows slightly raised: "can it still be like this?"

Afraid of being accused of cold violence, Wen Yifan nodded.

Wen Yifan unpacks the bag of noodles. Just as he is thinking about how much it will cost, sang Yan suddenly hugs her from behind. He was tall, slightly bent, with his chin against her neck.

They fit together.

It seems that with her as the support, the strength of his body is loose and depressed.

Wen Yifan immediately turned back.

"What are you doing? I'll give you a kiss." Sang Yan's eyebrows and eyes were black and dyed. He pulled the corners of his lips and said, "I gave you a kiss last night, but I didn't see you angry."

“……”

Can the two be the same?

Feel that he particularly beat, Wen Yifan did not resist to pinch his face.

As soon as her movements came out, the pear vortex on Sang Yan's lips sank down and softened his features. He grinned and said, "OK, I'm wrong."

Wen Yifan looked at him without blinking.

Sang Yan's line of sight was opposite her, and he said, "don't be angry."

Freeze for a few seconds.

Seeing that her expression didn't loosen at all, sang Yan pondered: "how can you be so difficult to coax a girl?"

“……”

"Why don't you sympathize with me? After a few hours' sleep, Duan Jiaxu repeatedly bombarded me and told me to go out to meet someone. After that kid comes back, "Sang Yan said slowly," my daughter-in-law is still cold to me. "

Wen Yifan moved his lips and said, "I don't have much violence."

Sang Yan said: "but I'm in pain."

“……” Wen Yifan said, "I'm not too cold."

"Well? I'm cold. " Sang Yan's strength to hold her increased, as if to put her whole person in his arms. He nibbled the soft meat on her neck and poured out her anger by all means. "Get me warm."

"If you're cold, put on your coat." Wen Yifan felt itchy, and his anger had already dissipated because of his words and deeds. He wanted to laugh a little. "He's so grown-up, and doesn't he always say he's a man? Why are you still coquetting with me? "

At the same time, she noticed the direction of the door with her spare light.

The door of the kitchen is glass. From this angle, you can see Sangzhi playing with mobile phone on the sofa. Worried about being seen, Wen Yifan's mood was suddenly replaced by another emotion. He raised his hand and pushed his head away: "pay attention."Sang Yan: "how?"

"It's just outside. It's embarrassing for a little girl." Wen Yifan felt that he was extremely magnanimous, as if he didn't mind being seen by anyone, and could only patiently remind him, "besides, as a brother, don't you want to leave a good image in front of your sister?"

"Good image? I don't have that in her eyes. "

“……”

After that, sang Yan turned his head and glanced at the living room, and said leisurely, "besides, the kid has the object of Duan Jiaxu. He is also a person who has seen big waves."

Wen Yifan didn't quite understand the meaning of his words: "ah?"

Although he said that, sang Yan still straightened up, supported the nearby Liuli platform and looked at her askew.

"Do you think that beast can take more than me?"

“……”

Listening to Sang Yan, Wen Yifan is really curious about what kind of character Duan Jiahui is. After all, from her point of view, sang Yan's narcissism and impudence have reached a level that no one can match.

After cooking the noodles, the three sat down at the table.

Maybe it's worried that Wen Yifan will misunderstand because of the small ticket. It's rare that Sang Zhi didn't fight sang Yan. He carefully explained: "elder sister Yifan, my boyfriend ordered the takeout. He wants to ask my brother to pick me up and make a blind remark, not someone else. "

Wen Yifan said with a smile, "I know. I was just joking with your brother."

Sang Zhi was relieved, and his eyes were still on them. Maybe she didn't quite adapt to this picture. She always felt unreasonable and said, "elder sister Yifan, have you been sharing with my brother for a long time?"

Wen Yifan: "hmm?"

"Just," Sang murmured, "lowered the criteria for choosing a mate."

“……” Sang Yan side head, tone coolly, "say what."

I feel that this is also a bad word about Wen Yifan's object. Sang Zhi endured it, but he didn't continue to talk about it. She hung her head and continued to bite her face. Then she looked at Wen Yifan and said in a different way, "elder sister Yifan, you look so beautiful."

The implication is full of meaning.

Sang Yan didn't think that he brought back a latent enemy. He leaned back in his chair and stared at Sang Zhi with no expression: "kid, what did you ask me to do before?"

Sang Zhi, who wanted him to help him say a piece of praise in front of his parents, was silent for a moment

After a moment.

Sang Zhi hardened his head and reluctantly added: "but my brother is also very handsome."

“……”

……

After dinner, Wen Yifan wants to return to the stage to practice dancing. Thinking that sang Yan didn't sleep for long, she asked him to make up for it. She found a reason to go out and sent Sang Zhi home.

After nearly two months of practice, Wen Yifan practiced in an empty conference room every day in his spare time.

She's going to dance The Nutcracker, which she used to be good at.

After many years, body flexibility and flexibility can no longer be compared with the original. In the process of this practice, although he felt tired and painful, Wen Yifan gradually found the feeling when he was training.

At that time, the grievance and unwillingness of being forced to give up were slowly disappearing.

Thinking of Sang Yan's expression after seeing it, Wen Yifan feels happy inexplicably and begins to have unlimited motivation.

The next afternoon is the rehearsal for the annual meeting, which officially starts at 7 p.m.

Near seven o'clock, Wen Yifan received the news from sang Yan, saying that there was something wrong with him and he might come later. She stared at it for several seconds. Although she knew that he might not be able to come before, maybe it was because she had been preparing for a long time. When she got the news, she felt a little disappointed.

Because she's pretty high on the list.

But this mood didn't last too long, just want to see it. Wen Yifan asked Su Tian to record a picture for her. Then she pushed Fu Zhuang's business card to Sang Yan and replied, "if I don't reply to you later, you'll let Da Zhuang bring you up. 】

sang Yan: [Xing]

the atmosphere of the annual meeting is warm, and several programs are trying to boost the atmosphere, either sketches or hi songs. Wen Yifan smiles and looks at her mobile phone from time to time. When it's her turn, sang Yan still has no sign of coming.

Wen Yifan didn't wait any longer. After he told Fu Zhuang a few words, he got up and went backstage.

……

Originally everything was going well, but when sang Yan was ready to leave the company, there was a temporary problem with the project, so he had to work an extra shift. After barely finishing his work, he left the company and drove the car according to the positioning given by Wen Yifan.

Downstairs, sang Yan sent a message to Wen Yifan.

No response.

Sang Yan added Fu Zhuang's wechat.

Soon, sang Yan saw Fu Zhuang.

As soon as he saw him, Fu Zhuang was very anxious to pull him in: "brother, hurry up! Yifan starts to perform! I want to see it! Don't influence me

“……” Sang Yanmei moved and wanted to say something, but he said, "then you should go faster."Two people take the elevator up the stairs.

Fu Zhuang was extremely talkative. He never stopped talking since he saw sang Yan. Around the theme is basically Wen Yifan, a steady stream of praise for her: "Yifan sister is really too powerful, she also has too many skills. And she has been practicing for this program for a long time, every day! We left after class, and she had to go to the meeting room to practice by herself! "

“……”

"Well, if it wasn't for me," Fu sighed, "I would be with her, or you would say that elder sister Yifan is lonely. But brother, why don't you accompany him? It's nice for you to be a decoration beside him. "

The more sang Yan listened, the more wrong he felt.

But without waiting for him to ask, he had already arrived at the scene of the annual meeting. The light inside is dim, only the light on the stage is bright. At this time, it seems that a new round of performance is about to start.

The host is talking.

Fu Zhuang immediately calmed down for fear of affecting others.

At the bottom of the stage are dozens of round tables, on which are placed drinks and refreshments. The positions are arranged by departments. Sang Yan was pressed to one of the positions by Fu Zhuang, and he could see Wen Yifan's bag and mobile phone beside him.

At the same time, the host also reported the curtain, and then off the stage.

Sang Yan raised his eyes and looked at the stage.

At this moment, Wen Yifan is standing alone on the stage. She is wearing a white ballet skirt, no cuff yarn design, revealing large clavicles and Swan arms, bare back, butterfly bone radian smooth and beautiful.

Her face is gorgeous and her skin is white to reflect light.

The skirt is slightly covered with layers of yarn.

The familiar music of the Nutcracker sounded in my ears.

Cheerful and light, like a bell dangling in the ear, people can't help being attracted in. Wen Yifan is facing the audience. He stands on tiptoe. His body is extremely soft. He dances with the music and steps on every beat.

Her neck is high, like a proud White Swan, spinning on the stage.

I didn't expect to see such a picture at all. Sang Yan stares at the stage, his vision is occupied by Wen Yifan, and he can't move half of it. His Adam's apple slipped, gradually overlapping the scene with the girl in memory.

The military training for freshmen in No.1 Middle School of Nanwu lasts for one week, and is arranged every year after the final exam of last semester.

The location is in the Agricultural Science Institute of the city.

At that military training party, because of the identity of a dancer, Wen Yifan was also forced by his teacher to get a program.

At that time, it was the night before the end of the military training. The atmosphere of the party was relaxed, and the instructor was not so strict as usual. At first, he asked them to sit upright, but later, he didn't manage it any more.

Sang Yan had no interest in these things. He was sleepy all the time and felt extremely bored. He just hoped that the party would be over soon, and then he would go back to the dormitory and have a sleep.

Until Wen Yifan came out.

Because the students in the same class may feel honored. The students sitting around sang Yan are very supportive and give out all kinds of crying and howling. Another loud boy stood up and roared: "Wen Yifan is the goddess of Class 17!"

The girl seemed to have heard nothing and was not impressed at all.

She stood in the middle of the dance, dressed in a pure white skirt, her light hair tied up, revealing her bright forehead. It was dark all around. She was only intoxicated in the dance and had no stage fright. She was like a delicate doll.

There seems to be light on my body.

Sang Yan did not remember his feelings at that time.

I only know that I was only waiting for the end of the party that night. It seems that I watched the program more than once.

Later.

After the military training, because of this program, Wen Yifan became famous in the grade. Not only the students of the same grade, but also the seniors came to her for contact information.

I don't know why.

Sang Yan didn't pay attention to this girl before, but after that party, he found that he could run into these things every time. He sat in his seat and looked coldly at Wen Yifan, who refused one person after another with a good temper.

Wen Yifan treats everyone equally.

No matter what the other person's personality, achievements and appearance, she always treats the same person. Extremely patient, will not hurt each other's face, but refused to be particularly clear.

It's the same as him, but it's different.

She was also proud in her heart, but different from his arrogance, she was extremely gentle.

Like a dazzling, but not dazzling light.

One afternoon, sang Yan returned to the classroom after playing with his classmates and wanted to take the key back to the dormitory for a bath. As soon as he got to the door, he saw that Wen Yifan had just come back. At this time, he was stopped by a boy at the door to talk.

Sang Yan looked at it for a few seconds, then he took his eyes back and returned to his seat.

From the drawer to find the key, somehow, he did not hurry to go, still sitting in place.

After more than half a minute, Wen Yifan also entered the classroom. She was wearing a dance training suit and a jacket. She went back to her position, as if just came back to get a meal card, and soon planned to go out.At this time, sang Yan suddenly called her: "Hello, Xuemei."

The two were close, separated by only one aisle.

Wen Yifan turned around and didn't mind his name. He said, "what's the matter?"

Sang Yan asked casually, "do you have an object?"

I don't know why he asked this, but Wen Yifan answered truthfully: "No."

Sang Yan raised his eyelashes and said, "how can you refuse?"

This has nothing to do with Sang Yan.

But Wen Yifan has a good character and feels that he has no unanswerable questions. She wanted to say that she couldn't have puppy love, but she felt that it seemed a little vague. After thinking about it, she simply said, "I haven't met anyone I like."

The girl's voice was clear and tender.

But very forcefully, word by word hit his heart.

People you like.

Silence.

There was no one but them in the classroom. It was too quiet. Outside, the sky was far away, and sunlight came in. The air is filled with the breath of youth, you can hear the sound of students running on the playground, and the heartbeat from nowhere.

At that moment, sang Yan completely understood something.

Why have you never seen it before, but now it always happens. Why did the girl who was no different from other classmates in his eyes suddenly and frequently appear in his field of vision.

Is it a coincidence?

It seems not.

He's just a man.

Never care, become care.

The boy leaned back in his chair and looked up at her. The top of the hair is still stained with wet sweat, and the eyes are clear and bright. He turned his head a little and suddenly laughed, with the same arrogance in his words.

"Is it?"

This time with a very clear affirmation.

"Then it's time you met."