First Frost ( Requested )

This remark reminded Wen Yifan of the fact that Sang Yan said last year that his relatives had come to his family, and he did not go home to sleep in the whole new year. She moved her lips, a little speechless, and then suffocated for a long time: "I don't have any concept of holiday, you just need to stay with your family."

"My relatives are exhausted," Sang Yan smiled, "Do you think I am a person who likes holidays?"

Wen Yifan didn't know what to say, took a bite of the apple, and continued watching the movie.

But his mind didn't put it on top.

Thinking of the news of Zheng Kejia just now, and how Sang Yan could perceive her emotions in an instant, Wen Yifan didn't know how to describe his current mood.

Those bad emotions seem to be being replaced by other things.

Not bad.

Only Wen Yifan felt a little bored.

Partly because of the mess at home.

But more because of Sang Yan and his own practice.

Even if she knew that she was not going home in the New Year, Sang Yan didn't know the reason and didn't ask anything. Maybe it was afraid that this would be a topic that embarrassed her, so I just followed her approach and came straight to accompany her.

But she has always avoided these.

When encountering such a thing, the only response is to escape. I don't want to mention anything at all.

He wanted to know, but she didn't want to say.

Then he thought he didn't want to know.

Wen Yifan made up his mind and suddenly shouted: "Sang Yan."

Sang Yan's eyes were on the TV, and he casually responded, "Huh?"

"It was Zheng Kejia who just sent me a message," Wen Yifan also watched the TV, pretending to mention it usually, "she said my mother asked me if I would go back to celebrate the New Year this year."

"..."

"But the relationship between me and my stepfather is not very good." Wen Yifan paused and finished the rest of the words. "My father died not long after my mother remarried."

Sang Yan looked at her immediately, and the joke on her face gradually faded: "When is it?"

Wen Yifan was quiet for a few seconds, and said truthfully: "A higher semester."

"..."

"Yes," Wen Yifan's tone was a bit difficult, "I was halfway through class, when I was called out by the teacher--"

The memory was pulled out in an instant, back to the afternoon of the new semester.

Wen Yifan remembered that it was an extremely cold winter.

The windows in the classroom are closed tightly, the air is not circulating, but there is still cold air blowing from nowhere. Her fingers were frozen and stiff, and the words she wrote were not the same as usual.

Wen Yifan was a little drowsy listening to the hypnotic words of the math teacher.

At this moment, Zhang Wenhong suddenly appeared at the door. Holding a mobile phone in her hand, her expression was a little hurried and flustered, and interrupted the teacher's lecture: "Sorry, Teacher Chen."

Math teacher: "What's wrong?"

"Something." Zhang Wenhong looked at Wen Yifan, "Yifan, come out."

For some reason, when he saw Zhang Wenhong's figure, Wen Yifan had a bad feeling. It seems that before something big happened, God gave the person a buffer out of mercy.