night tide recedes

The atmosphere between the three is so weird that it seems to have built a high wall for the outside world.

Song Ran looked at Shen Wenfei, who was standing there with a face like porcelain and eyes like lead. He neither stepped forward nor intended to speak, just like a stranger across a watershed, silently waiting for Song Ran to give his answer. Answer.

Song Ran's throat seemed to be sticky with rice paste. After a long while, he put the bear hat back in place, endured the dull pain in his heart, and said to Yan Ming, "He is mine." After a long time, the word came, "employer."

Yan Ming obviously didn't expect to hear such an answer, he was stunned and asked, "Employer?"

"Yes," Song Ran took a deep breath, "I am the domestic worker he hired."

As early as two days ago, they had a conversation, didn't they, they never had any special relationship.

Shen Wenfei's black eyes instantly darkened like the setting sun.

He finally made a move, strode forward and grabbed Song Ran's hand, and was about to take Song Ran away without saying a word, Yan Ming quickly blocked him, "What are you doing?"

Shen Wenfei didn't stay silent any longer, and his words were even sharp, "I'll take my employees away, do you have any objections?"

He was born stern, and now when he speaks with a sullen face, his aura is even more aggressive, but Yan Ming didn't hesitate, looked straight at him, and said, "You think you are a dictator, and you don't even ask Brother Ran if you can follow me?" with you."

The sword is on the verge of breaking out, and the smell of gunpowder is full.

Shen Wenfei smiled lightly, looked down at Song Ran, he was still calm, "It's working time now, do I need to ask you?"

In his eyes, Song Ran's heart trembled, then she shook her head, "No need."

Yan Ming gritted his teeth immediately, and wanted to complain about Song Ran, but Song Ran had already said, "I'm going first."

Shen Wenfei took his hand and led him out of the shopping mall. The two got into the car in silence. Shen Wenfei started the car and drove much faster than when he came.

Song Ran looked at the badminton racket in the back seat of the car through the car mirror. In the afternoon, they were still working as partners in the badminton hall to advance and retreat together. In just a few hours, they fell into a strange path again.

He knew that Shen Wenfei was angry, but it was Shen Wenfei who said that he could have his own social life, that Shen Wenfei could meet Jiang Yu by chance, and he could also meet Yan Ming by chance, why should he be angry?

The car insurance was so dull that it seemed to be full of nitrogen. Shen Wenfei had a sullen face and looked ahead indifferently. Song Ran grabbed the seat belt and felt that he couldn't breathe. After coming in, driving away the cramped air, Shen Wenfei seemed to be gradually calming down in this hustle and bustle.

Between the two of them, Song Ran always bowed his head first, and this time was no exception. Seeing Shen Wenfei's cold face and silence, he subconsciously tried to find ways to repair the already precarious relationship between the two of them. He breathed out a dirty breath, and said softly , "Wen Fei, Xiao Yan is young and energetic, don't get angry with him, I apologize to him and you."

People like Shen Wenfei obviously can't stand a little sarcasm, Yan Ming's dictatorship is probably the main reason for Shen Wenfei's anger.

After he finished speaking, seeing that Shen Wenfei's face became more condensed, he silently shut up.

At the red light, Shen Wenfei stopped the car, and then turned to look at Song Ran. It was dark early in winter, and the outside was already dark. Shen Wenfei's expression was like this sunset, wrapped in layers of mist. His voice was very soft. Pale, as if there was no emotion at all, "What position do you stand on to apologize for him?"

Song Ran said without thinking, "He is my friend."

Shen Wenfei's face was as calm as water, "Yes, he is a friend, and I am an employer."

His words were inexplicable, as if he was blaming Song Ran for no reason. Song Ran seemed to be choked by someone, and his chest was very congested. At this moment, he suddenly wanted to ask Shen Wenfei what kind of relationship he thought they had, but the words came out of his mouth , was replaced by panic, Song Ran was afraid that if he really asked, then he and Shen Wenfei would really come to an end.

Just in time for the green light, the car behind was already honking, Shen Wenfei looked away and said nothing more.

The two of them remained silent until they got home. As soon as Shen Wenfei entered the house, he went into the study, not giving Song Ran a chance to talk to him. Song Ran turned on the water heater, took out Shen Wenfei's pajamas and put them away, and stood in the study. The door said, "You can take a shower in 15 minutes."

Shen Wenfei said hello, Song Ran stood in front of the closed study door for a while, but never heard of Shen Wenfei again.

This door seemed to isolate him from Shen Wenfei. Song Ran's throat choked up, and he went back to his bedroom to wash his face. He saw in the mirror that his eye sockets were a little red. The water must have froze his eyes. He suppressed the soreness in his eyes, took a quick shower, and sat on the bed in a daze after drying his hair.

Yan Ming sent him a message asking if he was okay, and he replied with the word "okay", but Yan Ming didn't ask any further.

Song Ran was lying on the bed, feeling empty in his heart. Jiang Yu's appearance today made him seem to see his 19-year-old self. It was a short memory that he didn't want to recall, and every time he remembered it, he was extremely embarrassed.

In the last semester of the third year of high school, the badminton team began to recruit new members due to the stress of their studies, which also meant that Shen Wenfei and Qin Gu would soon leave the team to take the college entrance examination.

And Song Ran still sent afternoon tea to the badminton team every Wednesday. From the first semester of senior high school to the last semester of senior high school, for nearly two years, the badminton team didn't even have the intention of Song Ran not to send any more. Song Ran was grateful and chose every time. Send over the most fragrant and sweetest sweet potatoes.

Until the end of spring of that year.

Song Ran hurried to the entrance of the gymnasium because a customer had been picking sweet potatoes for a long time, which delayed the delivery of sweet potatoes. Thinking about it later, if he didn't have a little curiosity and interrupted their conversation, maybe he could still retain the last bit of dignity for himself.

"That Song Ran, do you know what he does at home? I heard from my mother that his father ran away with a loan shark."

"He hasn't studied since he graduated from junior high school. He has been setting up a stall in front of our school for more than two years."

Originally, it was just two people talking casually, but someone interrupted.

"Actually, I'm already tired of eating sweet potatoes. No matter how good things are, I can't hold back eating them like this."

"Yes, yes, I lost it several times."

Song Ran, who was standing outside the door, listened with bated breath, clutching the bag tightly. The sweet potatoes he carefully selected in his hand were things that others would throw away when they were tired of eating them.

A girl spoke for her, "Don't say that, it's not easy for him."

"You girls are soft-hearted." Some adolescent boys seem to be particularly keen to belittle the same sex in front of girls. "In my opinion, he didn't even go to high school, so he can only sell sweet potatoes for the rest of his life."

Language is an invisible weapon, hurting people invisible. Song Ran never knew that in the eyes of others, this is how he looked at him. He felt like he had been slapped in the face, and his face was in hot pain.

"Hey, you guys are almost fucking done, Song Ran provoked you," Qin Gu cut off their conversation with an angry voice, "Don't eat if you don't like it."

"I'm talking about ours. It's none of your business. Besides, every time he comes here, he always flies around Shen Wen. I don't know if it's..." Song Ran swallowed the sourness that rose to the tip of her nose, unwilling to hear To put it even worse, he walked out of the door carrying a bag of sweet potatoes. As soon as he appeared, the gymnasium fell silent.

He didn't dare to look at anyone inside, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Shen Wenfei who was beside him, and it was a blow to the head that made his eyes stare.

"Sweet potato," Song Ranqiang walked to the desk under all kinds of eyes. His voice was trembling, but he still managed to finish the sentence, "Put it here."

Raising his head, Song Ran managed to squeeze out a nonchalant smile, "The weather is hot, I won't set up a stall, and I won't give sweet potatoes to everyone in the future, I'm really sorry..." Qin Gu was full of indignation, Shen Wenfei was also looking at him.

Song Ran couldn't hold on anymore, he was like a gray duck among these young and beautiful teenagers, a strong sense of inferiority emerged, and with it, self-esteem that should have disappeared.

It turned out that the peers who greeted him friendly every time would look down on him behind his back.

What about Shen Wenfei, is it the same?

Song Ran was still smiling, but the corners of his eyes turned red quickly, and he looked like he was about to cry at any moment in the next second. He hung his head and said with difficulty, "Thank you for taking care of me these two years."

As he said that, he walked quickly towards the door. He walked faster and faster, and in the end he almost reached the point of escaping.

Qin Gu cursed and hurriedly chased him out.

There was no sound in the gymnasium, and no one spoke for a long time