Hard to Deceive

His voice is neither light nor heavy.

But like a thunder on the ground, Wen Yifan woke up in an instant.

What did she say to Sang Yan when she came here the other day.

——"Sorry, we are a serious bar here."

— "That's a pity."

"..."

Wen Yifan pursed her lips slightly, an overwhelming sense of embarrassment occupied her.

Fortunately, the surroundings were noisy. The bartender didn’t hear Sang Yan’s words at all, and only wondered: "Brother, what are you doing." Then, he pointed to the drawer and raised his voice: "You have seen the one placed here. Bracelet?"

Hearing the sound, Sang Yan glanced lightly.

The bartender explained: "This customer spent a few days in our store and left a bracelet. Yu Zhuo picked it up that day and I..."

Speaking of this, he paused and changed his words: "Don't you put it away."

Sang Yan sat on the high stool and uttered lazily.

Bartender: "Where did you take it?"

Sang Yan retracted his gaze and looked casually: "I haven't seen it."

"..." The bartender choked, seemed to be speechless by his capriciousness.

At the same time, two young women came to the bar to order wine.

As if seeing a savior, the bartender threw a sentence to Sang Yan, "Boss, please entertain me, I will work first", and then immediately turned to greet the two.

Yu Zhuo didn't know when he had left this area.

Only the two of them are left.

Although it is in a crowded and noisy setting, it is not much different from being alone. After all, the bartender said something like that. The two stood and sat, and the atmosphere seemed to be disconnected from the surroundings, a bit strange.

Sang Yan took a clean transparent cup and poured wine into it until it was half full.

The next moment, Sang Yan pushed the cup in front of her.

Wen Yifan looked over unexpectedly.

The man's black hair was scattered on his forehead, his eyelashes were like crow feathers, his face was half-bright and half-dark in the light. He was still holding a half can of beer in his hand, and raised his eyebrows: "How can I entertain?"

This time Wen Yifan really had a seed, and he had the illusion that he really came to prostitute.

She was silent for a moment without touching the wine: "No, thank you."

-Cold scene.

It is estimated that Sang Yan was also embarrassed by the explanation of the bartender and did not deliberately mention the contact information. Thinking that this was his site, Wen Yifan decided to save him face, but did not mention it.

She pulled back the original matter: "The boss is in charge of the lost property here?"

Sang Yan smiled: "Who told you?"

Wen Yifan pointed in the direction of the bartender.

Sang Yan looked down, relaxed his hands, and suddenly knocked the can on the bar.

"He Mingbo."

He Mingbo raised his head subconsciously: "Eh! What's wrong, brother."

Sang Yan said neither salty nor indifferent: "When will I be so idle that I even care about lost things?"

"..." He Mingbo obviously didn't react, and he was still busy, so he just said, "Brother. Wait, I will finish mixing this glass for the guests first."

Sang Yan's attitude is really not good.

Wen Yifan pursed his lips and placed the business card next to the wine glass: "Then I will leave the contact information here. You can call this directly if you find it, and I will come over and get it. Thank you."

Sang Yan made a perfunctory hush without raising his eyes.

Wen Yifan didn't know either.

If he treats any guest like this.

How did this bar run?

It may only be true to her.

Perhaps it was because of her previous remarks that she was unhappy; or perhaps she was still brooding about the past, pretending that she didn't recognize her, and didn't want to make any good faces when she saw her.

I went to the police station early this morning, and then ran to three places for interviews. When I go back, I have to communicate with the landlord to cancel the rent in advance, and then consider the matter of the new residence, and also to guard against the man next door's revenge.

A lot of things awaited her.

In comparison, Sang Yan's attitude didn't seem to be a big deal.

But I don’t know why.

It might be because of the lingering breath that she felt a little bored inexplicably.

Wen Yifan added softly: "It's a very important thing, I will trouble you."

She is about to leave.

Sang Yan: "Wait a minute."

Wen Yifan stopped.

Sang Yan's throat rolled and shouted again: "He Mingbo, what are you rubbing with?"

He Mingbo: "Huh?"

"People and things are here." Sang Yan looked at him and said every word, "Don't look for it?"

"..."

Sang Yan let out these words, He Mingbo could only search again without giving up. This time it was magically found in the cabinet below. He breathed a sigh of relief and immediately handed it to her: "Is this this one?"

Wen Yifan took it: "Yes, thank you."

He Mingbo glanced in the direction of Sang Yan and touched the back of his head: "No need, no need. We still feel sorry for the delay of your time."

Sang Yan continued to drink without speaking.

Wen Yifan nodded, said goodbye and left.

It was wet and cold outside, and there were few people. Looking all the way, deserted and empty.

Wen Yifan was so cold that he didn't want to touch the phone, he quickly said to Zhong Siqiao on WeChat, "The bracelet was found", and put his hand back in his pocket. She sucked her nose and lost her mind inexplicably.

Thoughts were gradually filled with memories.

Because of the bad and familiar Sang Yan just now.

She remembered the scene they met for the first time.

...

On the first day of high school, Wen Yifan was late.

After arriving at school, she didn't even have time to return to the dormitory, so she asked her uncle to put the luggage to the dormitory aunt for her, and then hurriedly ran to the teaching building of Building A where she was in the first grade, and climbed to the fourth floor.

Go through a corridor and go to the inner area. She saw Sang Yan for the first time when she passed the school drinking fountain.

The young man stood out in a long body, dressed in a blue and white striped school uniform, with his schoolbag loosely slung. The facial features are handsome and expensive, and the expression is very pale, looking a little hard to approach.

It's completely different from her state.

As if he didn't know that the bell was ringing, he was there to pick up the water, and he looked comfortable.

Wen Yifan was anxious to return to class, but only knew that her class was on the fourth floor of this building and did not know the specific location.

She didn't want to waste time here, stopped, and planned to ask the way: "Classmate."

Sang Yan released the switch, and the sound of water flow cut off. He slowly tightened the cap of the bottle and looked over.

He took it back at a glance, and didn't mean to pay attention to her.

At that time, Wen Yifan didn't know him. He only felt that this person was not afraid to be late, and he could fetch water in a big way during class time, without any freshman's caution and fear.

It's more like an old fried dough stick that has traveled the world for many years.

So she hesitated for a few seconds and changed her words: "...senior?"

Sang Yan raised his eyebrows and looked over again.

"Excuse me," Wen Yifan said, "Do you know where the Seventeenth Grade of High School is?"

This time Sang Yan didn't seem to be ignorant of answering. He lifted his chin, and said kindly, "Go forward and turn right."

Wen Yifan nodded, waiting for his next words.

But Sang Yan didn't speak again.

Wen Yifan also didn't hear a closing remark like "It's here".

Fearing that he hadn't finished speaking, out of caution, she bit the bullet and asked, "What then?"

"Then?" Sang Yan raised his foot and walked forward, his tone was idle and owed, "Then look at the class number on the house card, is it possible that the seniors should report it to you one by one--"

He dragged the ending sound, bit the words and said: "Study, sister."

"..."

Wen Yifan thanked him with a good temper.

Follow the direction he said, turn right, and see the house number of Class 15. Moving forward, the most reliable one is Class 17. Wen Yifan quickened his pace and yelled softly at the door: "Report."

The head teacher on the stage looked at her, looked down at the list, and asked, "Sang Yan?"

Wen Yifan shook his head: "Teacher, my name is Wen Yifan."

"Yi Fan." The head teacher looked at the list again, a little surprised, "You and Sang Yan are left on the list. I think this is more like a girl, and I think it's you."

Before the head teacher let her in, a male voice came out behind Wen Yifan: "Report."

Following the voice, she turned her head subconsciously.

I saw the "senior" who had just shown her the way, standing behind her. There was only two steps between the two, and after getting closer, she realized that he was tall.

He had to look up at this distance.

The breath was cold, adding a bit of pressure. With the seemingly fragrant sandalwood.

He was in a weak mood and said insincerely: "Sorry teacher, I'm late."

"You two come in first, the position is there." The head teacher pointed to the only two positions in the classroom and asked by the way, "Why were you late on the first day? You two came together?"

The direction the head teacher pointed was in the last row of the closest group.

The two positions are connected side by side.

Wen Yifan replied honestly: "I didn't come together. My family had other things in the morning, and it was a bit late when I sent me here. In addition, I didn't know the way well, so I came late."

"That's it." The head teacher nodded and looked at Sang Yan, "How about you?"

"My dad didn't know that I was a freshman," Sang Yan went straight to the outside, put his schoolbag on the table, and said lazily, "Send me to junior high school."

"..."

There was no sound.

In an instant, it was covered by a big laugh. The quiet classroom became lively.

The corners of Wen Yifan's lips also curled up quietly.

"From then on, when your dad sends you over, remind him." The head teacher followed in amusement, "Okay, you two sit down."

Sang Yan nodded in response. Pulling away the chair, he was about to sit down when he suddenly noticed Wen Yifan standing not far away.

His movement stopped: "You want to sit outside?"

The two looked at each other.

Wen Yifan quickly grabbed a smile and hesitated: "Let's go inside."

The classroom space is not large.

The desks are divided into four groups, each with seven rows and two rows. There is not much space left in the last row. The chairs squeeze the wall, and if you go in, you have to make room for the people on the outside.

Sang Yan didn't speak, took a step outside and gave her place.

The head teacher on the podium began to speak again: "I will introduce myself again. I will be your head teacher for the next year and the chemistry teacher of your class." She patted the blackboard: "This is my name."

The words "Zhang Wenhong" and a series of phone numbers were neatly written on the blackboard.

Wen Yifan took out a pen and paper from his schoolbag and wrote it down carefully.

After a while, the body of the boy at the front table suddenly leaned back, his elbow resting on Sang Yan's table. He seemed to know Sang Yan, turned his head inconspicuously, and said with a hippie smile: "Miss Sang, you are really a girl."

"..."

Wen Yifan was stunned.

Suddenly remembered what Zhang Wenhong said when he first entered the classroom.

——"You and Sang Yan are the only ones on the list. I think this is more like a girl."

Hearing that, Wen Yifan's attention fell on Sang Yan.

He was born tall, sitting in this cramped position, his long legs couldn't fit into the desk, and he was restrained. One of them is simply on the outside. The eyelids are drooping, which always gives people a feeling of sleeplessness and a little impatientness.

Looking at the boy with no expression.

"This is not what I said, the teacher said just now. But when she said that, if I think about your name again, it can really make me fascinated." The boy forced a smile, "If you were a woman , I must soak you."

Sang Yan scanned him up and down, and then slowly said: "Su Haoan, you don't have any points in your heart?"

Su Haoan: "What."

"If I'm a woman, I'm a toad?"

"..." Su Haoan turned black for an instant, and was silent for three seconds, "Get out."

Wen Yifan was distracted listening to the conversation between them, a little like to laugh.

This tone also reminded her of the fact that Sang Yan just claimed to call her senior sister. She paused, and muttered "shameless" in her heart.

At this time Zhang Wenhong was called out by another teacher.

Without the people in the town, the chattering in the classroom gradually increased.

"Also, my name." Sang Yan didn't finish, and continued to talk, "It was my father who turned through the Chinese Dictionary for seven days and nights, held a hundred and eighty family meetings, and then repeatedly chose—"

Wen Yifan held his cheeks, his thoughts gradually emptied, listening to his words word by word.

He paused for a few seconds, and said, "The most manly character just chosen."

The extremely noisy background sound brought a sense of security. Wen Yifan stared at the words in the notebook, sighed slightly, and commented in a low voice: "The result is not my man."

"..."

Su Haoan said sarcastically, "Then why don't you call Master Sang directly?"

Wen Yifan was stabbed with a smile inexplicably, lowered his head and laughed silently. After a long while, she suddenly realized that Sang Yan next to him had not responded to Su Haoan's words.

Silent.

It was as quiet as nonexistent right now.

She looked at Sang Yan subconsciously.

Only then discovered that Sang Yan's gaze had moved to her body at some point. The dark and cold eyebrows, and the star-pointed sunlight falling on the corners of his eyes, did not make them soft.

The straightforwardness does not converge, with a hint of scrutiny.

Wen Yifan gave a chuckle in his heart.

what's the situation?

"..."

I won't hear what she said just now...

No way?

Isn't it?

Before she could reach a conclusion.

Sang Yan tapped the edge of the table with his fingertips and said leisurely: "Ah, yes. I haven't had time to ask yet."

Wen Yifan suffocated and squeezed the pen in his hand.

"New tablemate?" Sang Yan tilted his head and said arrogantly, "What's your name?"