First Frost ( Requested )

Chapter 17

"..."

Wen Yifan glanced at the time: "I'm really in a hurry, so I'll leave."

Zheng Kejia moved her lips, but said nothing.

Without waiting for her to respond, Wen Yifan turned his head and looked at the sign, and walked along the direction to the Department of Neurology.

Wen Yifan found the doctor in charge of the male stall owner. She didn't want to delay the doctor's visit. It didn't take too long. She asked a few questions based on the situation of the male stall owner, thanked her and left.

Before leaving the hospital, Wen Yifan went to the toilet.

Wen Yifan bent over to open the faucet, and when he touched the ice water, he shrank unconsciously. She was stunned for a moment, perhaps because of Zheng Kejia who had just met.

It reminds her of many things before.

Wen Yifan remembered what his father Wen Liangzhe had said to her.

——"We are girls, don't always touch cold water."

After all these years, it seems that Wen Yifan's emotions will only be affected when he thinks of Wen Liangzhe. She had a sore nose, blinked her eyes vigorously, and then slowly washed her hands.

The nickname of Wen Yifan High School is not made up by classmates.

She really knew nothing at the time, and all the cleaning tasks in the accommodation life were taught by her roommates. She has a good temper. Sometimes people get angry with her when they are impatient, and she will not hold grudges.

Wen Yifan was spoiled to grow up since he was a child. He is the only daughter of the family and the only jewel in the hands of Wen Liangzhe and Zhao Yuandong. They support everything she wants to do, and don't have much expectations of her, they just hope that she can live this life happily and safely.

Wen Yifan had an extremely carefree life at that time.

Even if there are not many friends in the class, she is still happy.

Because she got enough love.

But Wen Yifan never thought she would have such a day.

Because of Wen Liangzhe's death, because of Zhao Yuandong's remarriage, and because of her extreme fear of being robbed of her father's favorite Zheng Kejia, she was sent to her grandmother's house by Zhao Yuandong.

Later, because her grandma was in poor health, she was sent to the uncle's house.

That was probably the most sensitive time in Wen Yifan's life.

——She feels that she has no one to want.

Although there is a place to live, she still feels that there is no place for her in this world.

I feel I have no sense of belonging.

Wen Yifan was very afraid of doing things wrong, and flew very tremblingly. Even when eating, the chopsticks and the bowl clash, and his breathing will stop subconsciously.

Wen Yifan thought of a past event inexplicably.

There was a weekend.

The eldest mother gave Wen Yifan twenty yuan and asked her to go out and buy a box of shredded chicken.

Wen Yifan took the money and went out obediently.

I bought a shredded chicken at the store designated by my aunt. When Wen Yifan was about to give money, he found that the money was missing.

Her brain was blank at the time, looking at the boss's expression, she could only say that she would come back for it later. Then, Wen Yifan walked back along the way and stared at every corner of the ground seriously.

Repeated this back and forth several times.

Wen Yifan didn't see the slightest trace of the twenty yuan.

She still remembers how she felt at that time.

Extremely panic, but at a loss.

Although thinking about it now, it seems to be just a ridiculous thing.

It's only twenty yuan.

She only lost twenty yuan.

Just because of such a small thing.

Wen Yifan didn't go back all afternoon, walking around aimlessly until it was dark. She stopped at an empty bus stop, sat on a chair, and stared at the gray concrete floor.

I feel that everything has slowed down.

She dare not go back.

I'm afraid that because of this matter, my uncle will be sent to the next relative's house. Then such things will happen directly and continuously.

She will become a burden that everyone shirks.

then.

At that time, Sang Yan seemed to have fallen from the sky and suddenly appeared in front of her. He seems to have just returned from playing a ball, holding a basketball in his hands, his upper body is soaked and his hair is still dyed with sweat.

Sang Yan walked up to her, bent down, with a youthful aura. At that time he knew her nickname, as if on purpose, and never called her real name again: "Wen Shuangjiang, what are you doing here?"

Hearing the sound, Wen Yifan slowly raised his head to look at him, silent.

Sang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Why do you look like this?"

Still quiet.

Sang Yan touched her with a basketball: "You are saying something."

"Sang Yan," Wen Yifan had a reaction, his voice was very soft, "Can you lend me twenty dollars."

"..."

"I went out to buy things and the money fell."

Sang Yan was stunned and reached out and flipped through his pockets: "I came out without money."

Wen Yifan lowered his eyes immediately: "That's not necessary..."

"What's the matter, I just don't have money now, it doesn't mean I won't have any money in five minutes." Sang Yan stood up straight, "You just sit here, five minutes will do."

"..."

After thinking about it, Sang Yan put the basketball in her hand again.

"wait for me."

Before Wen Yifan responded, Sang Yan ran away, not knowing where to go. She lowered her head again, staring at the dirty basketball in her hand, looking at the lines on it.

The evening breeze was blowing quietly.

One car in front of me came and another came.

Wen Yifan didn't know if there were five minutes.

I just remember that Sang Yan came back soon. He was still panting, squatting in front of her, and digging out from his pocket the twenty yuan he didn't know where he got from: "Take it, remember to pay it back."

Wen Yifan's hand was a little stiff, and he took the money: "Thank you."

Sang Yan looked up at her, sweat falling down the hair on her forehead: "Why are you still crying?"

"..."

He laughed: "There is no need to be so moved, right?"

Wen Yifan pursed his lower lip and repeated: "Thank you."

"Okay, it's not a big deal," Sangyan scratched his head, noticing that her mood was still bad, but didn't know how to comfort him. "If not, I will lose 20 yuan."

"..."

"Next time, if you drop again, you just call me." The boy frowned and pulled the corner of his lower lip. "I will lend you as much as possible, okay?"