First Frost ( Requested )

Although according to Zheng Kejia's temperament that she can't hide anything, Wen Yifan never thought that nothing happened to her. But she hadn't thought about it. It hadn't been half an hour before Zheng Kejia had reported the matter.

Just after leaving the hospital, Wen Yifan received a call from Zhao Yuandong.

Zhao Yuandong’s voice followed the sound of electricity, and her tone was a bit hesitant: "A Jiang, I just heard Jiajia say that she saw you at the city hospital? Have you returned to Nanwu?"

Wen Yifan walked to the opposite bus stop, he hummed.

As soon as this sound fell, both of them became quiet.

Zhao Yuandong sighed, and said nothing more: "How long have you been back?"

Wen Yifan: "It didn't take long."

Zhao Yuandong: "Do you plan to settle down in Nanwu in the future?"

Wen Yifan paused for a few seconds, and honestly said, "I don't know."

"Then make a decision later, Nanwu is fine. You are alone outside, and mother is not at ease." Zhao Yuandong said, "Also, if you have a holiday during the Chinese New Year, go home and spend the New Year with your mother. Don't be alone. Been outside."

"Ok."

Zhao Yuandong babbled: "Nanwu has cooled down again recently. Remember to wear more clothes. Don't forget to eat because of your busy work. Treat yourself better, you know?"

Wen Yifan sat on the chair at the bus stop and listened absently: "Okay."

There was another long silence.

I don't know how long it took, Wen Yifan faintly heard a choke from the other end.

Her eyelashes moved.

"A Jiang," Zhao Yuandong's voice gradually became choked when she said this, "Mom knows that you blame me, I have really not fulfilled my responsibility as a mother in these past few days... Your dad, he's also blaming—"

"You can say anything," Wen Yifan interrupted her, "but can you not mention my dad."

"..."

Realizing that his emotions seemed to be coming up, Wen Yifan lowered his eyes again and immediately narrowed: "Don't cry, I'm having a good time. If I have time, I will go to your place."

Zhao Yuandong said nothing.

Wen Yifan smiled: "And your mother's responsibility is very good."

——It's just not to me.

Just as the bus came, Wen Yifan stood up, said goodbye to the other side, and hung up the phone. She got into the car, found a place to sit, and stared at the light and shadow that had been blurred out of the window as the car was driving.

Thoughts gradually emptied.

Slowly, little by little, digest all negative emotions.

It seems that there is an invisible hand that can hollow it out.

It's like, you can only pile it up and press it in an invisible place.

While getting off the bus.

Wen Yifan also adjusted his mood.

It may be that after sleeping long enough today, Wen Yifan was full of energy all day.

After she came out of the police station, she returned to the TV station and stayed in the editing room all afternoon listening to the simultaneous writing of the manuscript. After finishing writing, she continued to cut the film. After returning to the office, I finished writing many of the manuscripts I had accumulated before.