Fate makes us fall in love

Chapter 1 (latter part)

Until one day, she happened to run into the man next door when she was going out.

Gradually, it evolved into the current situation.

Unconsciously, the sun had set down on the mountain, and the narrow room was covered with a layer of darkness. Thousands of lights were lit up one after another, the entire city was lit up in another way, and the night market gradually became lively.

Seeing that it was almost time, Wen Yifan changed his clothes and then put on simple makeup.

Zhong Siqiao kept bombing her on WeChat.

Pulling the small bag on the coat rack, Wen Yifan replied in voice,"Go out now." She walked out, looked across, couldn't help but walk faster, and went out to the stairwell and downstairs.

The two made an appointment to meet at the subway station.

The place I plan to go is the bar Zhong Siqiao mentioned today, which is located opposite Shang 'an Square. Walking through a pass, you can see a continuous series of neon lights dotted on the signboards of each store.

A place that only gets lively at night.

It is the famous Bar Street in Nanwu City, known as Duotuo Street.

Because they had never been here before, the two of them searched for a long time and finally saw this bar in a small corner.

The name is quite interesting, it is called "overtime".

The sign is particularly simple. It has a pure black background, the font is neat in all directions, and it is pure white light. Amidst a pile of colorful and ferocious neon lights, it is as low-key as a small hair salon opened here.

"That's a pretty good idea," Wen Yifan stared at it for a moment and commented,"Opening a hair salon on the bar street. If you want to come here to hook up with girls, you can come here to get a styling first."

The corners of Zhong Siqiao's mouth twitched and he dragged her inside."Don't talk nonsense."

Unexpectedly, the inside was not as deserted as Wen Yifan had expected.

They came early and it was not yet peak time, but most of the positions in the store were scattered and occupied.

There is a woman holding a guitar on the stage, singing with her eyes lowered, and the atmosphere is lyrical and gentle. In front of the bar, the bartender, with his yellow hair dyed, threw the mixing pot like an acrobatic, relaxed and familiar.

After finding a seat and sitting down, Wen Yifan ordered the cheapest wine.

Zhong Siqiao looked around and was a little disappointed."Is the boss not here? I don't see anyone handsome."

Wen Yifan held his chin and said casually: "Maybe it's that bartender boy."

"Bullshit!" Zhong Siqiao obviously couldn't accept it."My colleague who spends many years in Duocheng Street can say that the owner of this bar can be said to be the top name of Duocheng Street."

"Maybe he claimed to be."

“？”

Noticing Zhong Siqiao's unfriendly eyes, Wen Yifan sat up a little straight and emphasized: "Just, maybe."

Zhong Siqiao snorted.

The two of them chatted for a while.

Zhong Siqiao mentioned what happened at noon: "By the way, the person I met today is my deputy squad leader in freshman year. He also went to Nanjing University in college and seems to share the same dormitory as Sang Yan, but I haven't seen him much."

Hearing this name, Wen Yifan was slightly startled.

"Speaking of which, do you still remember--" As he spoke, Zhong Siqiao glanced casually and suddenly pointed to the bar."Hey, look at the ten o'clock direction. Is it the 'Fallen Street Head Sign'?"

At the same time, Wen Yifan heard someone call out "Brother Yan".

She looked along.

At some point, a man stood next to the bartender.

The light in the bar was dim. He leaned half on the edge of the table, his back to the bar, and his head tilted slightly, as if talking to the bartender. Wearing a pure black jacket, he was straight and tall. At this moment, his body was slightly bent, and he was also taller than the bartender next to him.

His eyes were dark, his lips were slightly curled, and he was a little cynical.

The colored turntable light on the top was pulled across, leaving several marks on his face.

Wen Yifan also recognized him at this moment.

"Fuck." Probably because she had made the same discovery, Zhong Siqiao raised her voice and said in shock,"Sister, this is Sang Yan!"

“……”

"Why did he see someone when I mentioned him? Do you still remember him? Before you transferred to school, he chased you..."

Hearing this, Wen Yifan's eyelashes fluttered.

He happened to pass by a waiter. Wen Yifan felt a little uncomfortable. Just as he wanted to interrupt him, he suddenly heard a cry of surprise in his ear. She looked up and saw that the waiter seemed to have been hit by someone. The tray in her hand tilted slightly, and the wine glasses placed on it fell.

--In her direction.

The wine mixed with ice fell to her left shoulder and slid down. She was wearing a loose sweater today, but most of her clothes were wet and the chill seeped in it. The cold made people's scalp numb.

Wen Yifan took a deep breath and stood up reflexively.

The stereo in the store was loud, but the noise was not small.

As if scared, the waiter's face turned white and apologized repeatedly.

Zhong Siqiao also stood up and helped Wen Yifan remove the ice cubes from his clothes. She frowned and said,"Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Wen Yifan's voice trembled uncontrollably, but he was not angry. He looked at the waiter and said,"Don't apologize anymore. Just be more careful in the future."

Then he said to Zhong Siqiao: "I'll go to the bathroom to deal with it."

After saying that, she raised her eyelids slightly.

Unexpectedly, he bumped into a person's line of sight. Deep, indifferent and obscure.

Freeze for two seconds.

Wen Yifan retracted his gaze and walked in the direction of the women's toilet.

After finding a cubicle, she took off her sweater, leaving only a close-fitting bottomed shirt.

Fortunately, it was separated by a layer of sweater and wasn't much wet.

Wen Yifan walked to the sink with a sweater in his arms, dipped it in some water with a tissue, and barely wiped off the wine on his body.

After roughly handling it, she walked out.

Wen Yifan caught a glimpse of a person standing in the corridor from the corner of his eye. He subconsciously looked over and paused in his footsteps.

The man leaned against the wall, took a cigarette in his mouth, his eyelids drooped lazily, and his expression was idle and pale. What was different from before was that his coat had already been taken off and he was holding it loosely.

There was only a black T-shirt left on him.

It has been six years since we last met.

He wasn't sure if he had recognized him, and Wen Yifan didn't know whether to say hello. After struggling for less than a second, she lowered her eyes and pretended not to recognize her. She forced herself to continue walking out.

In the dark and simple decoration style, the stripes on the marble tiles spread outwards irregularly, reflecting the light. You can still hear the female singer's singing here, very light, with lingering and affectionate feelings.

Getting closer and closer.

About to walk by him.

At this time.

"Hello." He made a faint sound, sounding lazy.

Wen Yifan stopped and was about to look over.

Unsuspecting, Sang Yan suddenly threw the coat pocket in his hand over, blocking most of her vision. Wen Yifan was stunned for a moment and immediately reached out to pull it off, somewhat inexplicable.

Sang Yan still didn't look up. He lowered his eyelashes and put out the cigarette on the trash can next to him.

Neither of them took the initiative to speak.

It seemed like a long time had passed, but in fact it only took a few seconds. Sang Yan slowly raised his eyelids and met her gaze. There was alienation in his eyes.

"Talk." he said