Hard to Deceive

I always feel that the atmosphere is a little weird.

I don't know why he looked at himself and said this. Wen Yifan retracted his gaze, raised his foot and walked in, and said politely: "Then your friend is quite charming."

After speaking, she sighed inwardly.

Sure enough, it was Sang Yan's friend, even speaking in the same way.

Sang Yan's eyes were still on her, meaningfully.

Then he cut off the phone.

Wen Yifan sat beside the coffee table as usual, and boiled the pot of water on his own.

While waiting for the water to boil, Yu Guang saw that Sang Yan also sat in his usual seat. At this moment, Wen Yifan was fine, and remembered his phone call just now, and casually said: "But, did that girl confess to your friend?"

Sang Yan raised his eyes: "What?"

"It's just that the logic is a little unreasonable." Wen Yifan thought, "If this girl likes your friend so much, then the reason she hugs your friend is actually very clear. Your friend shouldn't need to discuss this with you. child."

"Oh, so yes," Sang Yan spit out a word leisurely, "Looks faint."

"..."

Although she was not the person who evaluated this, Wen Yifan always had a strange feeling. She was silent for a while, and calmly continued: "But I just heard what you said to your friend, this girl seems to have not expressed her heart clearly."

Sang Yan leaned back in his chair, his expression condescending.

"So, is it possible that it is your friend," Wen Yifan paused, swallowing the sharp words "self-love", and changed a milder way of saying, "I understand it wrong?"

"..."

It just so happened that the water boiled.

Sang Yan watched coldly as Wen Yifan poured boiling water into the cup and added some cold water. She picked up the cup and held her hand, took a sip before she noticed his eyes.

Wen Yifan had a meal: "Do you want to drink water?"

Sang Yan glanced at her, his tone sounding unpleasant: "Drink yourself."

Wen Yifan nodded, not knowing where his emotion came from. She continued to drink a small cup, poured some boiling water into it, and then got up: "Then I will go to rest first."

Sang Yan hummed perfunctorily and picked up the remote control to turn on the TV.

Wen Yifan took the water glass and returned to the room.

Hearing the sound of the door opening and closing, Sang Yan half lay down on the sofa. With his elbow resting on the armrest, his face is supported with one hand, his eyelids are slightly drooped, and he is adjusting the stage lazily.

Changed to a certain channel and is broadcasting a variety show.

The male star inside said: "I have a friend—"

Interrupted by another person: "How come you still have no friends."

Sang Yan watched without emotion, and immediately pressed the channel change button.

This time it was a channel that was broadcasting a movie, and it was a funny movie. In the old filter, the middle-aged man said carelessly: "Let's be less affectionate!"

Change again.

Cut to the latest hot idol drama, the actress on the screen was red-eyed and weeping bitterly: "Have you never loved me... Are you always playing with me..."

"..."

Sang Yan sneered, turned off the TV directly, and threw the remote control aside.

He picked up the phone and saw Qian Fei sent him a series of messages bombarding him, all condemning him for his disgusting and unqualified behavior of hanging up the phone directly.

Seeing that Sang Yan had been ignoring answers, Qian Fei also changed his position to the dormitory group.

Sang Yan was thinking of replying.

The phone popped up again to remind the interface.

-Duan praise.

Sang Yan answered, got up and walked towards the kitchen.

"Say."

The man’s clear voice came from the other end, and the voice was gentle, sounding gentle and smiling: "Brother, what are you doing."

Taking out a can of beer from the refrigerator, Sang Yan opened it with one hand.

"Are you so free today?"

"It's okay," Duan Jiaxu took no time to polite, and said slowly, "You moved house, right? Send me the address later, I'll post something later."

Hearing this, Sang Yan immediately understood: "Am I delivering a courier?"

Duan Jiaxu smiled softly: "Isn't this just a way?"

"What is it this time," Sang Yan said lazily, "to make up for Women's Day?"

"What Women's Day does the child celebrate?" Duan Jiaxu said, "isn't your sister's 18th birthday next Saturday? The little girl is going to be an adult. Then you can help me give her the present."

"Okay." Sang Yan paused for two seconds and raised an eyebrow. "Will she have her birthday next Saturday?"

"..."

Sang Yan half leaned on the reception desk and drank a drink: "You can send it directly to my home."

"Received in advance," Duan Jiaxu smiled, "the sense of surprise is not gone."

"It's also pleasantly surprised," Sang Yan snorted, "You are also earthy."

"Little girls don't all like this kind of things." As he said, Duan Jiaxu suddenly remembered something, "Right, brother. Why did I hear Su Haoan say that you came to Yihe some time ago?"

"..."

"Because of our college scandal, he even called and scolded me." At this point, the praise paused for a few seconds, and his words were playful. "Also, you came to Yihe, are you here to see me? "

Sang Yan took the beer, walked towards the living room, and said in passing: "It's hanging up."

The weather in Nanwu City always repeats itself.

When Wen Yifan thought the temperature was about to start to rise, he woke up overnight and suddenly rained for several days. It's not raindrops like pouring rain, it's all dense, like fine velvet, continuous.

It makes people a little upset.

As a result, the temperature dropped several degrees.

In this weather, Qian Weihua also received a hotline.

The general situation is that there is a homeless man with mental problems near the main campus of Nanwu University. Sometimes he beats people inexplicably. He has been wandering in this area for a while.

The target of the hit has no directivity.

But no one was seriously injured every time, so no one was in charge of this matter.

This morning, for some unknown reason, the homeless man stripped off his clothes and wandered in the street naked, before going forward to slap a male college student.

After the student escaped, the tramp put his hand away and continued walking around with a stiff face.

Soon, the tramp was taken to the police station by the police.

After getting a rough idea of ​​the situation, Wen Yifan and Taili applied for an interview car and went to the police station with Qian Weihua.

The two listened to the docking staff first and talked about the current situation.

The homeless man did not cause any injuries, but this incident scared a few junior high school students who happened to see him. The teachers and parents were calming their emotions. After that, the police will send the homeless people to the Nanwu Rescue Station to strengthen nearby patrols.

Qian Weihua was holding the camera while Wen Yifan was taking notes.

In addition, Wen Yifan noticed that there was still a boy sitting in the police station at this time.

According to the police, this man is called Mu Chengyun, a senior in the media department of Nanwu University.

It is him that the tramp wants to attack this morning.

Mu Chengyun reacted quickly, and after hiding, he covered him with the coat he had taken off, and then called the police. After the police arrived at the scene, he was very cooperative and came over to talk about the situation at the time.

Wen Yifan glanced at him.

Mu Chengyun was born clean and bright, and now only wears a sweater. The facial features are soft, a little male and female, like a little brother who hasn't grown up yet. But he is tall and has a strong body.

It seems to combine cuteness and handsomeness together.

After completing the docking with the police, Qian Weihua walked up to him and asked politely: "Hello, we are a reporter from the "Transmission" section of the Nanwu TV Metropolitan Channel. Can I give you an interview?"

Wen Yifan followed Qian Weihua.

Mu Chengyun glanced at them, and stopped for a few more seconds on Wen Yifan. His eyes were bright and a smile appeared, and he looked particularly green: "Yes."

After speaking, he pointed to his watch: "But I still have something to do in a while, maybe I don't have much time. Do you have anything to ask?"

Qian Weihua didn't delay him too much time, just asked a few questions and it was over.

Afterwards, Qian Weihua packed up the photography equipment, and Wen Yifan stood by and waited.

Yu Guang glanced at Mu Chengyun's face.

As the distance got closer, Wen Yifan always felt like he had seen this person somewhere.

Because of this, he couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

Perhaps sensing Wen Yifan's sight, Mu Chengyun suddenly looked at her. He scratched his head, his expression was not at all displeased, he just said, "Is there anything on my face?"

"No." Wen Yifan looked at him for a moment, and said honestly, "I think you are familiar."

After blurting out, I realized it seemed to be hitting up a conversation.

Mu Chengyun didn't think this was strange, so he nodded and suddenly said, "Are there any pens and papers?"

Although he didn't know what he was going to do, Wen Yifan gave him the little book and pen he carried with him. Mu Chengyun took it, turned it over, and wrote on the back cover.

Wen Yifan was a little confused: "..."

Isn't he going to give contact information?

Soon, Mu Chengyun handed the notebook back to her with a shy expression.

"Thank you for enjoying."

Wen Yifan took it and looked at the notebook.

It's a signature.

"..."

Dare to feel this is a well-known figure?

Wen Yifan stared at it, and for a while, he couldn't recognize the character of this ghost drawing symbol.

After two seconds of silence, Wen Yifan took the notebook back into his pocket and said sincerely, "Thank you for your signature."

Mu Chengyun paused, pursing his lips and smiling: "No need."

Qian Weihua didn't pay much attention to the movement of the two, and took the equipment: "Xiao Fan, go."

She answered: "Okay."

Mu Chengyun was still standing there, looking like there was no sign of leaving. He held a mobile phone in his hand, his eyes were still on Wen Yifan, and the roots of his ears were slightly red.

Wen Yifan said goodbye to him politely.

Mu Chengyun seemed to want to say something, but in the end only smiled and waved with her.

...

The two went out to Nanwu University to do simple interviews and filming.

Before long, Qian Weihua sent Wen Yifan back to the station. Because he has to do a follow-up interview, the remaining press releases and post-editing will be left to Wen Yifan alone.

Wen Yifan stayed in the computer room all afternoon.

He listened to the same time and wrote the manuscript, then turned the news into a film, and sent it for review before the evening program was broadcast. After confirming that the film was on the order, Wen Yifan did not plan to work overtime any more, and was ready to pack up and go home.

As soon as he got up, Wen Yifan met Su Tian who had just returned from an interview.

Su Tian said hello to her: "Are you leaving?"

Wen Yifan nodded.

"Okay," Su Tian said, "I'm leaving too, let's go together."

After leaving the unit, the two walked towards the subway station.

Su Tian suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Yifan, do you still want to find a roommate? I heard you say before, it seems that this roommate only rents for three months now?"

Wen Yifan: "Yes."

"How long will it be due," Su Tian said, "I have a friend who wants to find someone to rent together. She is a nice girl. I think you can be together."

Hearing this, Wen Yifan calculated the time: "One month left."

"One month should be fine." Su Tian said, "Will you discuss with your current roommate first? If he is sure to move and you still need a roommate, I will push my friend's WeChat account to you?"

Wen Yifan had forgotten this stubbornly, and he immediately responded.

The two lived in different directions, and they went home after entering the gate.

Wen Yifan got on the subway and read the news while wearing headphones. When she arrived at the station, a message popped up on her screen interface, which was sent by Sang Yan: [Where. 】

She clicked and replied: [I will get off the subway soon. 】

Wen Yifan: [What's wrong? 】

This time Sang Yan made a voice: "Okay, come directly to this supermarket outside the community in a while."

Sang Yan: "Buy something."

The tone was still beating: "As soon as possible, I can't lift it."

"..."

Wen Yifan: [Okay. 】

The supermarket Sang Yan said is near Shangdu Huacheng.

After getting off the subway, Wen Yifan walked five or six minutes to the supermarket door. She didn't see Sang Yan's figure, and she didn't know whether to go in directly or wait for him outside. She simply sent a WeChat message: [I'm at the supermarket door. 】

Sang Yan did not reply immediately.

The temperature was low at night, and it was still raining, Wen Yifan felt a little cold. She put her hand back in her pocket and suddenly bumped into the little book inside. She took it out and took a look, noticed the signature on the back cover, and remembered what happened this afternoon.

Upon seeing this, Wen Yifan turned out the phone again and opened the web page to enter the three words "Mu Chengyun".

I want to find out what the other party does, and let this signature have a place.

Otherwise, always holding a notebook signed by others, it seems strange.

As soon as Wen Yifan pressed the search button, the light next to him dimmed.

Before reading the content of the entry clearly, Wen Yifan noticed that Sang Yan's figure appeared in his vision. At this moment, he bends down a little, leaning close to her, and covering the surroundings with an overwhelming aura.

Appeared silently.

The distance between the two narrowed in an instant.

As if closer, Wen Yifan could touch his face. She fixed her gaze, watching him with her eyes down, her gaze was placed on the screen of her mobile phone, her face was curvy and smooth.

The picture became clear.

A man’s eyelashes are like crow feathers with distinct roots. His eyes were like lacquer, and his eyelids were thin enough to see bloodshot eyes, dotted with a faint mole. The color of the lips is pale, and it is not salty nor light.

Wen Yifan moved his lips, before he could speak.

The next moment, Sang Yan looked at her and said casually: "Do you like this one?"