Hard to Deceive (Nan Hong) - Chapter 84

Wen Yifan was a little dazed by this situation and didn’t know what to react for a while. She turned her head and stared at the imaginary door, in a daze that Sang Yan was coming to deliver the express.

“No, Dad. Where do you want me to go for this Chinese New Year?” Sang Yan looked at Li Ping again, with a cynical tone, “Isn’t Mom always saying it’s okay? She is happy to let me watch TV for a while, how can you pay? Drive her son away. Aren’t you rebellious.”

“…”

Li Ping was so irritated by his stinking deeds that he didn’t follow him anymore, grabbed his arm and walked to the kitchen: “What TV to watch! Isn’t it embarrassing for a big man to do nothing at home?”

Then, she turned her head to Wen Yifan and said, “Yifan, sit down for a while.”

Wen Yifan subconsciously responded with “OK”.

Sang Yan let Li Ping pull, turning his head and glanced at Wen Yifan. Sang Rong smiled and talked a few words with Wen Yifan, and then went into the kitchen: “Just, don’t just sit there, give Yifan a glass of water.”

“I see.” Sang Zhi waved to her, “Sister Yifan, sit here.”

Wen Yifan walked over to sit down, took the water glass, and asked in a low voice, “What did your brother do to make uncles and aunts angry?”

Sang Zhi smiled and said, “Yes. Before you came, I have heard them nagging my brother for almost four hours.”

“…”

“Since I started cooking the New Year’s Eve dinner, I started to scold him.” Sang Zhi broke his fingers and counted the problems of Sang Yan pointed out by his parents in the same way. “Don’t go home, don’t call, don’t send messages, don’t talk about the latest situation, look for him He had to kowtow and burn incense to beg for a meal, and every time he had an appointment on a blind date, he would let the girl dove out–“

Feeling not quite right, Sang Zhi hurriedly added: “But my mother hasn’t found my brother for a blind date for a long time.”

Mentioning this, Wen Yifan asked again: “Why does Auntie always find Sang Yan for blind dates?”

Sang Zhi didn’t need to think about it, and naturally said: “My brother who can bear his temper, of course I have to find out in advance.”

“…”

“But my brother must like you very much,” Sang Zhiyuan’s eyes curled slightly, seeming to feel a little miraculous, “I haven’t seen my brother fall in love, but it’s the first time I saw him so embarrassed.”

Wen Yifan: “Huh? What is it?”

Sang Zhi: “Just the ‘split’, he is worried about being misunderstood by you.”

They were sitting in the living room, and one after another could hear movement from the kitchen.

Most of them are Li Ping and Sang Rong besieging Sang Yan.

Li Ping: “Take off your coat. Isn’t it boring to wear so much in the house?”

Sang Yan: “No, I’m cold.”

Sang Rong: “Why is it cold? Isn’t there heating?”

“Can you draw your sleeves up, they should get wet in a while. And what’s the matter with your face? I stayed up all night and didn’t eat well during this time?” Li Ping became more and more angry, “Call you home, mom will give If you boil some soup to replenish your body, you won’t be able to recover. Everyone thinks that your mother is going to kill you.”

Sang Yan smiled: “What can I make up at my age?”

Not for a while.

Li Ping suddenly said, “What’s the matter with the scar on your hand?”

Sang Rong also said, “When did the stitches be sewn?”

Sang Zhiben was chatting with Wen Yifan. When she heard this, she stopped talking and said, “Sister Yifan, wait.” Then she got up and ran to the kitchen: “What stitches?”

Soon, she seemed to see the scar on Sang Yan’s hand, and her tone exploded: “Who can do it?”

“What’s the matter with you,” Sang Yan said lazily, “go to your cartoon.”

“Smelly boy, tell me quickly, what’s the matter?” Li Ping was angry and distressed, “Can you give me a good day to live? Can you hope your mother will live longer!”

“Which is so serious? It makes me dying in the next second.” Sang Yan’s tone was accustomed to impatience, but he explained it well, “I saw righteousness, and accidentally cut my skin.”

…

After a few minutes, Sang Zhi returned to his position. She looked a lot worse, and asked Wen Yifan in a low voice, “Sister Yifan, do you know what’s going on?”

Wen Yifan squeezed the cup: “Does Sang Yan hurt his hand?”

“Well, I haven’t seen him hurt his hands when I came back from China’s celebration.” Sang Zhi looked at the scar, and felt that the injury at the time should not be considered minor, guessing, “Is there someone in his bar making trouble? I also think it’s easy to pull hatred…”

“…”

“Will there be anything more serious from now on?”

“No, Sang Yan ran into a relative from my elder aunt,” Wen Yifan was a little bit unspeakable, but still did not hide it. “It just happened to be a wanted criminal and was injured in the process of arresting him.”

Sang Zhi was taken aback.

Wen Yifan didn’t know what to say.

After a while, Sang Zhi heaved a sigh of relief: “What a bravery? I thought my brother was talking nonsense. That’s a good deed, nothing happens.” She began to mutter again: “My brother doesn’t know how long it is. , Will hit people in particular.”

Wen Yifan said.

Sang Zhi complained: “My boyfriend was beaten by him, and his face turned blue. It is good that there is not a piece of meat on his body.”

The topic moved quickly, and Wen Yifan paused for a moment, but still took the words: “Why did Sang Yan beat your boyfriend?”

“Because they are college classmates, my brother thinks that he deceived my feelings because of his old age, and then he kept being fooled by him…” Sang Zhi sighed, “Anyway, he beat people hard.”

“…”

“But my brother was also beaten by my boyfriend.” Sang Zhi slammed his cheeks and vomited, “After they finished the fight, I was so angry that I scolded my brother, but they were still on a blind date. Being in love makes me not a human being inside and out. My brother also said that he came to Nanwu not to come to me, but to his brother.”

Wen Yifan couldn’t help laughing.

Perhaps because she was afraid of her nervousness, Sang Zhi said a little bit more than before, murmuring non-stop. At the end, she suddenly returned to the topic just now: “Sister Yifan, apart from my arm, where else is my brother injured?”

Wen Yifan: “There are also on the waist, but not as serious on the arms. It’s all well now, don’t worry.”

“That’s good, have you been taking care of him all this time?” Sang Zhi said, “I don’t think my parents are aware of this.”

Wen Yifan nodded and said warmly, “But I didn’t help much either.”

Sang Zhi: “I think his wound is recovering well, it’s only a few months.”

Wen Yifan wanted to say that Sang Yan arrested Cha Xingde because of her, otherwise he would not suffer this injury.

But can’t tell.

“My brother did a good thing,” the little girl seemed to be aware of her state, and the little girl smiled with clear eyes, and said seriously, “the future luck will definitely be better.”

Before long, the two were called by Li Ping to eat.

The New Year’s Eve dinner is extremely rich, with all kinds of dishes, all over the table. Thinking of Sang Zhi’s comforting words just now, Wen Yifan was a little lost. At the same time, Sang Yan took her hand from under the table and squeezed it lightly.

She looked sideways.

Sang Yan also looked at her, as if asking her “Is she still nervous” with his eyes.

Wen Yifan bent his lips and shook his head.

After chatting for a while at the dinner table, Li Ping gradually reacted. She stared at Wen Yifan’s face, the more she looked at it, the more familiar she became, and she asked: “Yifan, have we met before?”

Wen Yifan didn’t think she would remember it, and hurriedly said, “Yes. When I was in high school, I saw you at school.”

“…”

Li Ping remembered now, and said in amazement: “Hey, you are the little girl who fell in love with Ayan in high school?”

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the others were also on Wen Yifan. She slowly swallowed the soup in her mouth and explained: “Yes, but we didn’t fall in love at that time. We were only together last year.”

“But the brat just liked you at the time, so I didn’t hide it from us.” Thinking of this, Li Ping felt funny. “After returning from school, I talked to Ayan several times, so that he now focuses on studying. Come on, don’t think about it.”

Wen Yifan: “Well, we were really young at that time.”

“He didn’t listen to me at all, he was rebellious from childhood to adulthood.” Li Ping glanced at Sang Yan lightly, “but then I didn’t know why he suddenly started studying desperately, and then he didn’t find a partner for a few years after graduating from university. .”

Sang Rong also laughed: “Scared us, thinking that this kid was affected by our words.”

Sang Yan, the person involved, didn’t say a word.

Sang Zhi bit the rice and said vaguely: “Is it possible that he was talking secretly?”

Li Ping: “I asked Hao’an, and Qian Fei. Neither of them knew it at all, so I was afraid that Ah Yan might have psychological problems, so I kept looking for a blind date for him.”

Hearing this as if thinking of something, Sang Yan’s chopsticks stopped. He looked lazy, and said with a smile, “Later he found me a man on a blind date.”

“…” Li Ping choked, and said with no anger, “Isn’t that a girl and you don’t want to go? How can I not think about it? How much is your mother giving way for you.”

Sang Rong and Sang Zhi laughed at the same time.

Wen Yifan lowered his head and laughed inexplicably.

…

After dinner, the family sat on the sofa and started to watch the Spring Festival Gala, but most of the time they were talking about it. When it was over, the two elders gave them three red envelopes, and then went back to the room to sleep.

Back to Sang Zhi’s room, the two talked for a while, and Sang Zhi’s cell phone rang.

The person who called seemed to be Duan Xu.

Upon seeing this, Wen Yifan wanted to leave some private space for Sang Zhi, so he just got up and went out of the room. She walked to the door of Sangyan’s room and knocked on the door. Sang Yan’s voice soon came from inside: “The door is unlocked.”

Wen Yifan unscrewed the doorknob and walked in.

At this time Sang Yan was sitting on the sofa in the room, holding a gamepad in his hand, playing games casually. He raised his eyelashes and looked at her: “Still not sleeping?”

Wen Yifan closed the door: “Go to sleep later.”

“Want to come and sleep with me?”

“No.”

Sang Yan lifted his chin and said nervously, “Then go back now.”

“…”

As he didn’t hear it, Wen Yifan sat down beside him, “What are you playing?”

Sang Yan stuffed her with the handle, hooked her waist, increased his strength, and hugged her to his lap. He also seemed to be a little sleepy, with his chin resting on her shoulders and her palms wrapped around her hands: “Teach you.”

He took it to play for a while.

Although his hands were also moving, Sang Yan was controlling the whole process. Wen Yifan watched his own character’s health bar on the screen completely motionless, but the opponent’s health bar kept decreasing until there was nothing left.

under these circumstances.

Wen Yifan also had the illusion that he was very awesome. She became interested and turned around and said, “I will try it myself.”

Sang Yan at the back obediently let go and watched her play.

I thought the result would be similar to just now.

But the difference between playing by himself and playing with Sang Yan was very different. In less than a minute, the character controlled by Wen Yifan failed miserably, and he didn’t even deduct a drop of blood from the other side.

Sang Yan laughed a few times, his chest trembling slightly, and commented: “Cai.”

Wen Yifan looked at him: “Can you double mode?”

“Yes,” Sang Yan said leisurely, “but I am better than a computer.”

“…”

At Wen Yifan’s request, Sang Yan switched to the two-player mode and picked up another handle. He didn’t want to let Wen Yifan mean, his actions seemed random, but he was able to deduct a half of her health bar every time.

After being mercilessly killed three times by him.

Wen Yifan put down the handle, feeling that the time is almost there, and he has no desire to stay.

“I went back to sleep.”

“What are you doing.” Sang Yan pulled her back, holding back a smile and said, “Isn’t this saying that I want to teach you? You have to go to the teacher for that time. I can’t teach you something.”

Wen Yifan thought for a while and felt that what he said was right: “Then you continue to teach me.”

The two of them chatted with each other while playing games.

Sang Yan asked, “Will you still live here tomorrow?”

Wen Yifan nodded: “Well, I like your house.”

From the beginning of knowing Sang Yan, Wen Yifan knew that he must be living in a very happy family. Otherwise, it should be impossible to develop a character like him.

Proud, confident, and passionate.

Like light.

Thinking of what Sangyan’s family called him.

Ayan.

Obviously only the beginning of the word has been changed.

It seems to become gentle.

Wen Yifan licked his lips and suddenly called him: “Sang Yan.”

Sang Yan: “Huh?”

“Your sister has a nickname called Zhizi, do you have it?” Without waiting for him to answer, Wen Yifan continued, “Is it the first time to read it as “Yanyan”.”

“…” Sang Yan pulled her face, a little speechless, “No.”

“Then continue reading the second tone?” Wen Yifan said again, “It’s called’Yanyan’.”

“Are you sleepy?” Sang Yan stared at her and smiled suddenly, “What are you talking about here.”

“Oh, that is.” Wen Yifan was silent for two seconds before speaking, “Ayan.”

“…”

Seeing his stunned expression, Wen Yifan went to kiss his lips, then got up, pretending to say naturally: “I’m going to sleep.”

Sang Yan responded quickly and pulled her back: “What do you call me?”

Wen Yifan was half lying on his body, no more embarrassed, and the corners of his lips curled up: “Ayan.”

Sang Yan’s throat slipped and kissed the corner of her lips lightly.

“Well, I will shout like this from now on.”

This meeting with Sang Yan’s parents added to Wen Yifan’s weekly schedule. She likes the atmosphere of Sangyan’s house very much, so she will take Sangyan back to his house for dinner when she has time.

The total number of times Sangyan was allowed to go home during this period of time could be equal to that in the second half of last year.

The two set the moving time on the 28th.

One week in advance, he started to pack things one after another. The night before moving, Wen Yifan continued the finishing work. Most of her room has been cleaned up, and there is only a little clutter that hasn’t been cleaned up yet.

Wen Yifan cleaned up for a while, the door was knocked from outside.

She said casually: “You can just come in directly.”

Sang Yan opened the door to enter, glanced around in her direction, frowning: “Don’t sit on the ground, isn’t it still menstrual period.”

Wen Yifan had to stand up.

Sang Yan: “Do you want me to help?”

Wen Yifan pointed to the direction of the desk: “Then you help me put the stuff over there, I have already arranged it and put it on the desk.”

“Row.”

After speaking, Sang Yan picked up the materials on the table and stuffed the boxes one by one. When he moved to the last pile, he seemed to notice something, and he took it up slowly and glanced at it slowly.

It is a small book.

At this time, it was placed backwards, revealing the back of the book. A huge name was signed with a water-based pen on the top, which occupies the entire page on the back. Looking at it in a mess, it is difficult to identify the corresponding word.

Wen Yifan next to him was still talking: “How is your room cleaned up?”

Sang Yan did not answer.

Wen Yifan said again: “I will help you later, right?”

Sang Yan remained silent.

Wen Yifan felt weird and looked at it.

Seeing Sang Yan holding a notebook in his hand, his expression was unclear. The book is a long time ago, Mu Chengyun signed her.

“…”

After Wen Yifan paused, his scalp was numb, but he also felt that he should not recognize the word. She lowered her eyes again, pretending to continue packing things as usual: “We should be able to finish packing by eleven o’clock -“

“Wen Shuangjiang,” Sang Yan interrupted her, “you are quite bold.”

“…”

“You explained to me that you treasure your chase so much, oh-” Sang Yan emphasized his words and changed his words very deliberately, “Ex-colleague, what does his signature do.”

Wen Yifan didn’t know how he recognized it, and told the truth: “I just put it there, I didn’t treasure it.”

“Who is this kid?”

“Just the ghost in “Dream Awakening”.” Thinking of what Su Tian had said before, Wen Yifan said again, “He seems to have participated in a talent show now, and his popularity is quite high.”

Sang Yan had only watched this video, recalled it, and said blankly: “I like it.”

Wen Yifan: “?”

Sang Yan: “Okay, send me off.”

“…”

Wen Yifan thought his appearance was a bit funny: “You can take it if you like.”

…

After tidying up the remaining things, Wen Yifan felt that it was almost complete: “Okay, the rest will be done after getting up tomorrow morning. Now go and tidy up your room. There are still some things in the living room and kitchen.”

Sang Yan snorted, holding the small notebook with Mu Chengyun in his hand, and followed her.

After entering the room, Sang Yan put the notebook on the table at will. Just hit the mouse and the screen lights up. Wen Yifan glanced subconsciously, and suddenly noticed a familiar online game icon on his desktop.

Wen Yifan stared at it for a few seconds, then pointed: “Do you also play this game?”

Sang Yan glanced lightly: “Yeah.”

Wen Yifan shared with him: “I also played this game when I was in college, but I haven’t played it for a long time.”

Sang Yan smiled: “Really.”

After that, Wen Yifan didn’t pay attention to this anymore, scanning the appearance of the room. Compared to her room, Sang Yan’s room was neat and tidy. Various items were placed in cardboard boxes, and they were all set aside.

Seeing that there is nothing to pack.

“Sitting, there is nothing to harvest.” Sang Yan thought of something and walked to the door again, “I just made brown sugar water for you, let me see what it is.”

Wen Yifan nodded, but still helped him check if there was anything missing. Glancing at the bookcase, it was empty. She turned around, opened the closet, and saw only a few coats in it.

The sight is from top to bottom.

Wen Yifan suddenly noticed that a medium-sized storage box was placed in the corner of the closet. Thinking it was something he missed, she raised her hand to move it out. The box is very heavy, I don’t know what’s in it.

It feels like this weight is not like clothes, but more like a book.

Wen Yifan opened it easily.

At first glance, it is a yellowed newspaper.

Wen Yifan paused, then continued to scroll down, and found that all were newspapers. I don’t know why Sang Yan put so many old newspapers here, she curiously picked up the top one and looked at it.

Staring at the words on the main page.

Yihe Daily.

Saturday, July 27, 2013.

Yihe’s newspaper?

Why does it appear here.

Wen Yifan was taken aback, an idea came to mind for a moment. She couldn’t believe it, and quickly scanned the signatures on the page. Then, she turned her face, her eyes fixed.

On one of the sections, I saw my name.

――Wen Yifan, reporter of Yihe Daily

“…”

Wen Yifan’s expression froze and turned down.

Turn over again.

Turn over again.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012.

…

Sunday, April 22, 2012.

…

Friday, March 11, 2011.

Until you turn to the bottom one.

Tuesday, December 13, 2010.

Wen Yifan remembered this day quite clearly.

It was the day when she first published a manuscript after going to Yihe Daily for an internship.

Under this.

There are countless round-trip air tickets from Nanwu to Yihe, various unknown small tickets, and a photo.

Wen Yifan held his breath and rubbed the sweat of his palms on his clothes. After a while, he reached out and picked up the photo.

There are large groups of students standing in the photo, all wearing black bachelor uniforms. One of the girls with exceptional appearance stood in the middle. She seemed to hear something, different from the others, looking towards the camera.

There was a dazed eye, no focus at all.

Looking at it, I don’t know who the person holding the camera will take her picture.

It was a scene that she thought was just a dream.

Wen Yifan felt astringent in his throat.

She squeezed her fist, turned the photo over, and immediately saw the man’s strong handwriting.

Unlike previous wanton and arrogance, this word is written upright, stroke by stroke. It seems to be serious.

Only four words.

–Happy Graduation.