Hard to Deceive

Wen Yifan can't remember many things in the past.

Wen Yifan rarely recalls deliberately. But once I think about it, she seems to be able to remember those memories about Sang Yan, every scene, every detail.

Also remember that moment.

She clearly felt that her heart stopped for a while.

...

Zhong Siqiao in front of him was still talking: "I was in the same class as Cui Jingyu, and I heard her talk about Sang Yan there every day. So the people in our class who didn't know Sang Yan were all because she knew them all."

Wen Yifan listened quietly, with a shallow arc at the corners of his lips.

"Hey, why didn't you answer that question just now! Anyway, it's been so long, let's just chat." Zhong Siqiao pulled back to the original topic, half joking, "I don't like it, do you have any interest? Have a good impression."

"..."

"If you don't say it, then I will take it as your default."

This time Wen Yifan finally figured out his voice and said seriously: "Yes."

"Can I assume that you are acquiescence?" Hearing this answer, Zhong Siqiao was stunned, "Really?"

Wen Yifan laughed: "How do you react like this?"

"You really liked Sang Yan before?"

"Ok."

Zhong Siqiao was really surprised. In her impression, Wen Yifan had always been indifferent to everything, as if he didn't care about anything: "Then do you still like it now?"

Wen Yifan bends his lips: "You also said, how long has passed since."

"Then you two are renting together!" Zhong Siqiao's emotions became excited, "every day is facing each other! Both sides have had that meaning to each other! What if the old love rekindles!"

"..." Wen Yifan said softly when he mentioned this, "No."

"Ok?"

"He will move soon."

Zhong Siqiao said casually: "So you mean that if he stays longer, you will lose control?"

"..."

Even she, an outsider, felt a little regretful, and asked: "Then why were you not with him at that time?"

Wen Yifan did not answer.

"Because you changed schools and moved away?" Zhong Siqiao guessed, "So you two have no contact?"

"No."

"why?"

There was silence.

It just so happened that the two of them came, and Wen Yifan handed her a pair of chopsticks. She lowered her eyes, did not answer the question just now, and suddenly said: "I don't know if other people will be like me."

"Ok?"

"I was told by my university roommate before that I felt that my emotions were too weak." Wen Yifan said, "Originally, our relationship was very good, but I rarely contact them proactively, like directly after graduation. They broke up. Because of this, they felt very sad and felt that I had no feelings for them at all."

Wen Yifan blinked: "Actually, I also admit this."

Zhong Siqiao's lips moved, but he said nothing.

"It's not that I don't care, but I am too lazy to maintain these relationships." Wen Yifan bit his face and whispered softly, "Xiang Lang, we have less contact after he went abroad, and I didn't feel special because of this matter. Sad."

"..."

"I think it's all," Wen Yifan said, "it's a natural thing."

"Right." Zhong Siqiao said, "you don't have to worry about what others say."

"I know this is my problem. To put it bluntly, I am quite unsympathetic?" Wen Yifan smiled and brought back the original topic. "At that time, my feeling for Sang Yan was that I felt like a person like him. ——"

She paused for a few seconds, feeling that this was a bit hypocritical, but she said it seriously.

"It should be loved by others."

There are no special examples.

At least like Cui Jingyu when he was young.

I like not to hide, and I am full of joy just for him. Talking to him even the eyes are bright, vivid and bright to the extreme.

"So it won't be," Wen Yifan fell silent, "a person like me."

"Why do you belittle yourself so much? How good-looking and good-tempered you are." Zhong Siqiao frowned, disagreeing with her thoughts, "People may like your personality."

Wen Yifan was quiet again for a while, and broke the topic: "I saw my eldest mother again some time ago."

Zhong Siqiao said: "When?"

Wen Yifan: "Just two weeks ago."

Because Wen Yifan didn't take the initiative to bring up things that she was unhappy, Zhong Siqiao didn't know how she was doing at her uncle's house, only that she seemed unhappy.

So Zhong Siqiao didn't know what to say now.

"I used to move to my uncle's place." Wen Yifan moved his chopsticks, did not eat immediately, and continued, "One night, I accidentally heard my uncle say something."

"what?"

"My cousin was in the third year of high school. At night, my elder aunt would often give him a stew to help him up." Wen Yifan smiled when he said that, "Then once, I heard my cousin I said, "I don't want to drink, give A Jiang a drink.""

"..."

"My elder aunt said," Wen Yifan said softly, "Shuangjiang doesn't need to be so good to drink."

After Zhong Siqiao had a meal, he immediately became angry: "Fuck, your aunt is sick?"

Wen Yifan's tone was very flat: "I just thought it was funny at the time, and I didn't take it too seriously."

"..."

Wen Yifan has never liked arguing with people since he was a child.

When I heard this, I really felt inexplicable and funny. Because before that, she lived a life like stars holding the moon at home. She was spoiled by her family in every possible way. When eating, drinking and dressing, her parents tried to give her the best.

She had never heard such words.

"But it's strange. Gradually, I started to hear her words. Because I was the same person at the time." Wen Yifan thought about the words, and finally said according to his own thoughts. "Everyone is there. Shirk the burden."

"..."

"It's really unnecessary. Give me something too good."

"Little bit," Zhong Siqiao sighed and reached out to touch her head, "Don't care about those words."

"Actually, thinking about it now, I still don't think that sentence is right." Wen Yifan said, "but I saw those skirts worth hundreds of dollars and cakes worth dozens of dollars. I hesitated for a long time. I won't buy it for myself."

"..."

This concept seems to have grown from a faint budding to a deep-rooted tree over time.

Little by little, she was instilling something in her every hole.

She is not worthy of too good things.

Of course, they are not qualified to have the best things.

Including that dazzling boy.

"It's not that I can't afford it," Wen Yifan smiled, "I just always feel that such an expensive thing, such an expensive dress, such an expensive cosmetics... it seems a bit wasteful to use it on me."

Zhong Siqiao looked at her silently, suddenly feeling sad.

Compared with before, Wen Yifan seems to have not changed much.

But in fact, there is a big difference in the bones.

"Don't listen to your big aunt's stupid words, there is a pit in my head, I am so **** speechless." Zhong Siqiao stopped mentioning such unhappy topics, and pulled back, "Let's talk about men back."

"..."

"Where's Sang Yan, are you sure he doesn't like you?" Zhong Siqiao said, "Isn't it strange to think about it now? He has such a personality, and he doesn't lack money. How can he find someone to share with him if he is fine.

Wen Yifan said the temperature was mild: "It's pretty sure."

Zhong Siqiao: "Why?"

"Because I was very bad to him. I had a bit of a sharp personality for a while." Wen Yifan pursed his lips, a little lost, "Sang Yan is the only one, who treats me very well—"

"The person who was hurt by me."

She felt guilty and sorry.

Also knows that he will not allow it.

Some people stepped on his pride many times.

Wen Yifan remembers very clearly that when the teacher misunderstood her and Sang Yan's early love, she had moved to the uncle's house.

Although the teacher notified Zhao Yuandong at that time, because Zhao Yuandong did not have time, he still entrusted the matter to his uncle Wen Liangxian. So the person who came to see the teacher for her was Wen Liangxian.

It happened to be Friday afternoon.

After the parents of both sides finished talking, Wen Yifan was taken home by Wen Liangxian.

Nothing was said in the car.

Wen Yifan was nervous all the way, carefully explaining a lot of words, and Wen Liangxian didn't say anything. She was afraid that if she talked too much, he would feel annoyed, and then he could only remain silent.

Until returning to the uncle's house.

At that time, Che Yanqin was also there, and seeing her back, he said: "Frostfall, you are too disobedient. It is not easy for us to take care of you. We find things for your uncle all day long. He is already busy enough at work. Can't you save us snacks?"

Wen Yifan was still standing in the hallway, his fingers stiff. She couldn't even take off her shoes, felt that she shouldn't walk in, and felt that what she seemed to be doing was wrong.

Wen Liangxian also said at this time: "A Jiang."

Wen Yifan raised his head and waited silently for the trial.

She will never forget what he said at that time.

Tear off all the hypocrisy on the bright side.

It seemed that I couldn't bear it anymore.

"Uncle doesn't want to blame you, but you have to be clear-we are not obligated to support you," Wen Liangxian looks like his father, but his eyebrows are a bit sharper, "but we still treat you as My daughter treats it like that."

We have no obligation to support you.

No obligation to.

To support you.

"..."

Wen Yifan choked in his throat and couldn't say anything for a moment.

That was the first time.

They showdown so clearly.

Clearly and tactfully, tell her in words that they don't want her to live here.

"Your brother is now preparing for the college entrance examination, and our focus is on him. We just need you to be a little obedient and don't do anything out of the ordinary." Wen Liangxian said calmly, "Can you not do it like this?"

Wen Yifan stood there, his head gradually lowered.

Low to the dust.

After a long time.

She said softly, "I'm sorry, I won't be anymore."

...

Back in the room, Wen Yifan immediately pulled out the phone from the cabinet. She long pressed the switch, her hands trembling uncontrollably. While waiting, she felt like a long century had passed.

Wen Yifan found Zhao Yuandong's phone number and made a call.

after a long time.

When Wen Yifan almost felt that the phone was about to hang up, the other end picked up.

Zhao Yuandong's voice came: "A Jiang?"

Wen Yifan's nose sore, tears that he was holding back immediately fell.

Wen Yifan wanted to tell her.

I will be obedient and will not quarrel with Zheng Kejia.

I will get along with Uncle Zheng.

So can you come and pick me back to your place.

Can you not let me live in uncle's house alone?

Mom, uncle, they don't like me.

Can you take me home.

But before Wen Yifan said a word, Zheng Kejia's voice rang from Zhao Yuandong.

Her tone immediately became anxious, and hurriedly said: "What do you want to ask your uncle? Be obedient at your uncle's house. Don't fall in love early, you know?"

Then hung up the phone.

Listening to the cold beep on the phone, Wen Yifan put the phone down. She bowed her head and looked at the dying screen, tears still falling. She sat stiffly in place.

At that moment, I felt that my only support was broken.

I do not know how long it has been.

The phone in his hand vibrated again.

She lowered her eyes slowly and saw the caller ID.

——Sang Yan.

Wen Yifan stared at it for a long time before picking it up.

Both ends are silent.

After a while, Sang Yan took the initiative to speak: "Are you home?"

Wen Yifan hummed softly.

"You were scolded?" Sang Yan's tone seemed a little nervous, and his words were stubborn. "I didn't expect the teacher to call the second parent for this mess. I was the one who influenced you, right..."

Wen Yifan interrupted him suddenly: "Sang Yan."

All emotions seem to have signs.

His voice stopped abruptly and did not continue to speak.

That was the strongest moment of Wen Yifan's negative emotions.

She frantically prevented her behavior, knowing that she shouldn't say something like that, when the teenager was so sorry.

But she couldn't control her emotions at all.

In the small silent room, Wen Yifan heard himself say something very softly.

"Can you stop bothering me."