night tide recedes

On the second day after attending Qin Gu's wedding, Song Ran heard Shen Wenfei talking on the phone with his father.

Through the indistinct conversation in the bedroom, Shen Wenfei's voice was as deep as water, as if there was a stranger on the other side. Song Ran didn't eavesdrop on purpose, but only heard words like going back, it should be that Shen Wangshan wanted to see Shen Wenfei was rejected.

In fact, Song Ran never knew why Shen Wenfei had such a stiff relationship with his family. The reason why Shen Wenfei went to study in A school back then, he guessed later, it was probably because Shen Wenfei refused to accept the family's arrangement, so he was directly admitted to A by virtue of his high school entrance examination results. middle.

Later, when Shen Wenfei graduated from university, the school gave him a place in the graduate school. In the eyes of outsiders, he refused the best thing, and started working early. At that time, Shen Wangshan called Shen Wenfei frequently, and his family wanted to arrange He went abroad for further studies, but Shen Wenfei refused all of them, and did not return to the Shen family, but accepted an offer from a well-known domestic engineering company, and went smoothly to today.

In fact, Song Ran once wanted to persuade Shen Wenfei to continue his studies. Even though his undergraduate school was already rich in gold, he hesitated for a long time, but he couldn't find a position. Maybe he also had selfishness that he shouldn't have, knowing that once Shen Wenfei went abroad, It is absolutely impossible for him to follow, and he will definitely cut off contact with Shen Wenfei.

Although Shen Wenfei is young, he has achieved today's achievements all because of his step by step. At least Song Ran has known him for so many years, and he has never seen Shen Wenfei relying on the strength of his family to do anything.

He absent-mindedly packed his luggage for the return trip, and quietly listened to the movement in the bedroom with his ears up. He folded a piece of clothing several times before it became quiet inside.

Every time Shen Wenfei finished talking with his father on the phone, his expression would not be too good-looking, and it was the same this time. Song Ran looked at Shen Wenfei who walked to the living room to pour water, his gait was rarely impetuous, his brows were faintly gloomy, and he drank for a while. It took a glass of cold water to suppress the sharpness around him, and when he realized that Song Ran was looking at him, he precisely positioned his gaze on Song Ran who was bending over.

Song Ran pretended not to know, pulled the suitcase and stood up, rubbed his nose to cover up, and had nothing to say, "My things are all packed."

Shen Wenfei had already regained his composure, nodded and turned to the kitchen to wash the cups.

Song Ran quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and went into the bedroom to help Shen Wenfei pack his luggage. He folded all his clothes and put them in the suitcase. Afraid of leaving something behind, he opened the bedside cabinet again. When the cabinet was opened, he froze slightly, only to see him missing Fei's red envelope was lying quietly in the square, he pulled out the red envelope with some doubts, and was about to ask Shen Wenfei, when he turned his head and saw an unpredictable figure standing at the door.

"This," Song Ran looked confused, "Why are you here?"

Shen Wenfei was silent for a few seconds, "Did you forget to put it in the cabinet yourself?"

"Impossible, I put it in the suitcase and never took it out," Song Ran shook his head firmly, and muttered, "Strange."

"It's nothing strange," Shen Wenfei walked over, took the red envelope from his hand and threw it into the suitcase, and said calmly, "Sometimes it's normal to forget."

Song Ran still wanted to say something, but Qin Gu's wedding had already passed, and finding the red envelope was useless now, so he didn't argue with Shen Wenfei, but doubts inevitably floated in his heart, and he couldn't help but look at Shen Wenfei again and again .

Shen Wenfei said frankly, "Do you suspect it's me?"

"I didn't mean that." Song Ran raised his voice in anxiety.

Shen Wenfei followed him and sat down on the carpet, the gloomy look between his brows gradually dissipated like the wind blowing the dark clouds, he lowered his eyes and smiled, then suddenly stretched out his hand to hook Song Ran's neck, and said in a low voice, "Do it."

Song Ran was still immersed in the matter of the red envelopes and couldn't come out. Hearing Shen Wenfei's words, he was stunned. After a while, his face became a little hot, and he murmured, "It's daytime..." The shallow sunlight coming in from the window Song Ran's crimson face was covered with a layer of bright light, which made her more attractive.

Shen Wenfei couldn't help biting Song Ran's plump lips, and the voice came out vaguely mixed with the ambiguous sound of water, "It's not like I haven't done it before."

Song Ran completely forgot about the red envelope, and indulged in the lingering love with Shen Wenfei in the blue sky and daylight.desire in.

——Because of Qin Gu's marriage, the conflict between Shen Wenfei and Song Ran disappeared.

After the two of them returned to City C, their days were still going on as flat and without waves as before, but Song Ran couldn't help thinking about some problems occasionally.

She wondered how far he and Shen Wenfei would go, and whether Shen Wenfei would get married one day.

Shen Wenfei's answer to Qin Gu was ambiguous that day. Does it mean that Shen Wenfei also had plans to enter the palace of marriage?

He has never been worried about similar problems. Qin Gu reminded him that Shen Wenfei has never lacked suitors in these years. As long as Shen Wenfei thinks, there are many people who are willing to marry him. This person must be equal to Shen Wenfei. At that time, there was no room for him to stay.

What kind of person would Shen Wenfei spend the rest of his life hand in hand with, Song Ran couldn't imagine it, as long as he thought of the possibility of Shen Wenfei getting married, his heart would feel sour like being poured into old vinegar that had been marinated for ten years Bubble.

But these are all Song Ran's imaginations, after all these years he has never seen anyone dating Shen Wenfei, if he had to say it, he was the only person by Shen Wenfei's side from the beginning to the end of his life.

This cognition made Song Ran feel elated again, but after thinking about it, he had an ambiguous relationship with Shen Wenfei, and there was nothing unique about him.

Song Ran didn't think too much about the possibility of Shen Wenfei's marriage, what he thought more about was the scene where he went out to work.

Yan Ming's words are like a small hook, he will always sneak out to catch Song Ran when he doesn't expect it, which makes Song Ran's heart itch. He has been doing housekeeping for Shen Wenfei for more than seven years, and the outside world has already turned upside down. His education is low. He doesn't have any social experience, and he doesn't know how to understand the world, and he can stutter when talking to strangers. Even if he goes out to work, where will he be asked, and what can he do?

I can't go out to sell roasted sweet potatoes like when I was seventeen or eighteen.

On the one hand, Song Ran yearns for change, but on the other hand, she is full of fear of the unknown world, hesitates to take the first step.

At this time, Yan Ming undoubtedly threw him a very attractive olive branch.

For more than a month, Yan Ming sent messages to Song Ran intermittently, advancing and retreating in a decent manner, with a certain degree of relaxation. He mostly talked with Song Ran about the trivial matters in life and the works he shot. Even the words to remind Song Ran to find a job were euphemistic and gentle. Don't lose patience because of Song Ran's hesitation.

When receiving Yan Ming's message, Song Ran was watering the potted plants on the balcony. At the turn of spring and summer, the plants couldn't wait to absorb the new air, scrambling to grow flower buds one after another, and the longevity crabapple he raised had already bloomed Most of the flowers bloomed, and the orange-yellow flowers have dense petals, covering the entire flowerpot, fragrant and fragrant.

He touched the small flower, heard the notification sound, clicked on it, and as expected, it was Yan Ming.

"Brother Ran, a friend I know opened a photography studio and asked me to be a model. There is still one person missing. Can you come with me?"

There is also a bud in Song Ran's heart that is ready to move, but he still can't make up his mind, and the hand on the button can't fall down for a long time.

"Take a set of pictures in two hours, because it is a friendly help, and the hourly salary is not high, only 100 yuan, but don't hold it against you, brother."

Song Ran deleted and typed, and the words of rejection were almost sent.

Yan Ming said, "Just help me."

Song Ran was silent for a long time, the bright sunlight outside the house made him a little dizzy, he was silent for a long time, slowly deleted the original reply, typed a good word, and hit the send button with a heartbeat.

When Yan Ming was happy, he couldn't help sending a voice to him, and the youthful and hearty voice was mixed with the wind, "Brother Ran, that's great, I'm really afraid that you will reject me, you have done me a big favor."

Song Ran didn't even leave room for regret.

Song Ran made an appointment with Yan Ming, and stood on the balcony in a daze for a long while. He didn't know why he changed his decision. Maybe he began to realize that the time left for him to stay with Shen Wenfei was running out. He also wanted to become a better person, to stand frankly by Shen Wenfei's side.

Shen Wenfei, Shen Wenfei, his life seemed to be cursed by these three words, going round and round around this person.

But no matter what, the spring breeze blows, and the flowers trapped in the winter are blooming silently.

The author has something to say: Xiao Shen, my mother told you something quietly, your wife is going to run away (whispered)