Fate makes us fall in love

Chapter 5 (Last part)

The square has three entrances and exits ABC, which are divided into three non-interconnected viewing areas. There were already many people coming to the scene. At this time, they were checking admission tickets and ID cards at the door and entering one after another.

They were just one of the groups assigned by the station and assigned to Area A.

In addition to them, reporters from many other TV stations and newspapers also came.

Finding a suitable shooting point, Qian Weihua began to debug the equipment. This is a relatively large-scale event. There are many and mixed people on site. There are no fixed seats, and there are people of all occupations and ages.

Maybe it was strange to see the camera, and a circle of people gradually gathered around and were talking to this side.

The square is shrouded in sea water and night, and rows of tall buildings are lined up in the distance, shooting out colorful bands of light. The sea breeze was stained with low temperature, wet and moist, and hit my face fiercely, drilling into my bones through the gaps.

Wen Yifan has not completely adapted to the wet and cold weather in Nanwu. In addition, he has just had his period today, so he is starting to feel uncomfortable again.

She took out a mask from her bag and put it on.

He stood for a while longer.

Wen Yifan looked at the time and planned to go to the bathroom when he was free. Qian Weihua and Zhen Yu were still communicating with the director room, so she didn't disturb them and told Fu Zhuang directly.

After walking about a hundred meters along the road sign, I finally saw the public toilet. There is also a dilapidated small pavilion next door, full of people sitting there, resting or waiting.

The toilet space was not large, and the girl team had already been five meters out of the door.

But there was no one at the door of the men's toilet.

The contrast between the two sides is sharp.

Wen Yifan resigned himself to his fate and went to queue up.

Bored, she took out her mobile phone and browsed Weibo for a while. Not long after, she heard a shallow conversation not far away. One of the voices was still familiar.

Wen Yifan looked over.

In the small open space outside the pavilion, the lights were bright and dazzling.

She narrowed her eyes slightly and her vision was clear. At the same time, she saw Sang Yan, whom she had just seen yesterday, in that area again.

There was also a feeling of hallucination.

From this angle, you can only see his side profile.

The man's expression was indifferent, leaning against the pavilion, wearing a military green wind-proof coat, making him look wide with shoulders and long legs. He wiped his hands with a tissue and looked as if he had just come out of the toilet.

She bent her body slightly and talked to the middle-aged woman sitting on the bench next to her.

The woman looked up at him: "Ready?"

Sang Yan: "Yeah."

The woman stood up: "Then wait here, she is still waiting in line." I'm going to go find your father first."

"..." Sang Yan stopped and slowly raised his eyelids."Does he need to wait for someone to go to the toilet?"

"Isn't this too crowded?" The woman said,"And I spent the alone world with your father. Why are you following me?"

"So why did you call me here?" Sang Yan laughed angrily."Taking care of your children?"

The woman patted his arm and seemed a little relieved."If you had realized this earlier, your mother and I wouldn't have to rack my brains to reason like this."

Sang Yan: "…"

Before leaving, the woman said again: "By the way, you can have a heart-to-heart conversation with your sister. I think she seems to be under a lot of pressure recently and she has lost a lot of weight recently."

Sang Yan pulled the corner of his lower lip and asked if he wanted to laugh: "I would talk to her?"

Woman: "Well, what's wrong?"

"There is not only a generation gap between me and her," Sang Yan took out his mobile phone from his pocket and said leisurely,"--there is also a gender gap. So I'll leave it to you."

Silence for three seconds.

The woman only said ten words: "I can't call you now, can I?"

“……”

After the woman left, Wen Yifan realized that he had been listening to them. As the team moved forward at this moment, she retracted her attention and took a few steps forward.

I can't see Sang Yan behind me from this position.

About a minute passed.

Zhong Siqiao sent her three messages.

Zhong Siqiao: [[/Picture]]

Zhong Siqiao: [I was shocked.]

Zhong Siqiao: [He never responded to the blessings I sent him in bulk before. I thought he didn't use this WeChat anymore.]

Wen Yifan clicked on the picture to take a look.

It is the chat record between Zhong Siqiao and Sang Yan.

Sang Yan sent a message.

It looks like it was sent in a group, with only four words: "Christmas."

Seeing this, Wen Yifan subconsciously exited the chat window and glanced at the unread messages.

Sang Yan was not seen.

But Sangyan's avatar in her newsletter is the same as in the screenshot.

So there should be no mistake.

Then why didn't she receive the mass message...

He wouldn't be so narrow-minded and deliberately not send it to her. Or is it not sent in bulk?

But not long ago, he was taught a lesson by his mother right under his nose, and he had never seen him have so much time to send blessing text messages one by one.

I thought for a while.

Wen Yifan felt that the greatest possibility was that it was what he thought before.

He already deleted her.

Thinking about it, she immediately thought of the miscellaneous people in her address book, so she simply compiled a group message to eliminate those who had blocked her.

Not long after it was posted, there were immediately more than a dozen responses.

Wen Yifan clicked one by one from bottom to top, occasionally replying a few words.

When he clicked on the top item, Wen Yifan was stunned.

Because she was horrified to discover.

The person who responded to the message was the trigger for her impulse to send it to the group. It was the person who she mistakenly thought had deleted her already. He was still standing a few meters away from her.

He only sent one symbol.

Sang Yan: [?]