First Frost ( Requested )

Chapter 50

Sang Yan arranged the lunch box and glanced at her: "Are you still eating?"

Wen Yifan raised his head: "Huh?"

Sang Yan picked up another apple on the table, walked over and put it in her hand. As if seeing her state, he raised his eyebrows lightly, and the corners of his lips curled up: "Eat more slowly this time."

Wen Yifan: "Don't you eat?"

"Don't eat."

"Oh." Wen Yifan glanced at the time again, figured it out, and whispered, "Then I will eat for another half an hour?"

Sang Yan looked at her: "Can you slow down any more?"

Wen Yifan bit the apple and said vaguely: "...Yes."

The room fell silent again.

After finishing packing things, Sang Yan sat next to Wen Yifan and played with her cell phone like a bored. She subconsciously turned her head to look at him, just to meet the corner of his slightly curved mouth.

Wen Yifan stared at him for a few seconds, then silently retracted his gaze.

She fell in love for the first time.

I don't know if everyone is like this.

Even if there is nothing to say, even if it is a little cramped, but still want to stay with the other party, still feel happy because of this kind of uncomfortable getting along with.

Wen Yifan asked: "When did you buy the high-speed rail ticket?"

Sang Yan raised his eyes: "Huh?"

"I wanted to buy today's ticket yesterday, and I will give it to you-" Wen Yifan paused a little bit and continued, "It's birthday. But there are no tickets."

Sang Yan put down his phone and said slowly, "Last week."

Wen Yifan was stunned: "Then how did you know last week that I couldn't go back today?"

"I don't know, just buy it first." Sang Yan said, "Isn't it still refundable."

Wen Yifan's chewing motion paused slightly. After a long while, she swallowed the contents of her mouth and said, "Then I will do the same in the future."

"..."

Sang Yan chuckled a few times.

Wen Yifan continued to eat the apple. But this little apple, even if she slows down as much as possible, it won't last long. She bit off the last bite and said hesitantly: "Then I go back first?"

Sang Yan said.

Wen Yifan: "We are leaving at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, then you go to bed early today."

Sang Yan: "Sure."

Throwing the apple cores into the trash can, Wen Yifan got up, walked a few steps outside, and then recalled that he still had something to do, and suddenly turned back: "Sang Yan."

Sang Yan followed her: "What?"

Wen Yifan met his eyes and said seriously: "Happy birthday."

Sang Yan responded with a smile.

"What is your birthday wish?"

"Stop talking."

Wen Yifan blurted out: "Why?"

"Because," Sang Yan raised his hand, patted her head lightly, and said as if earnestly and casually, "It has been achieved."

Back to his room, Wen Yifan lay half-length on the bed. She stared at the void in a daze, as if she was lost. After a long while, she suddenly pulled the pillow next to her and rolled.