Wen Ruan quickly tugged at Song Yan, who was focused on walking forward. Song Yan looked down at her, his eyes questioning.
"Song Yan, look, isn't that girl over there Dong Ya? Has she run into some hooligans? That boy keeps pulling at her..." Wen Ruan asked anxiously.
Song Yan stopped in his tracks, looked closely, and confirmed that it was Dong Ya! His expression was somewhat solemn.
Song Yan put down his bicycle, strode forward, crossed the road, grabbed the man's wrist, and separated him from Dong Ya.
Wen Ruan quickly followed, walked to Dong Ya's side, grabbed her hand, and asked, "Sister Ya, what happened? Did you run into a hooligan?" After saying that, Wen Ruan glared fiercely at the man opposite her, as if trying to intimidate him.
It was only now that Wen Ruan noticed the appearance of the man entangled with Dong Ya.
The man was very tall, about the same height as Song Yan, both over 1.87 meters. He had clean, sharp facial features, a high, straight nose with a small mole, and long, thick eyelashes visible when he lowered his eyes. His lips were slightly pursed, and his entire face had a cold, indifferent look, which was quite intimidating.
He was wearing a rather worn-out blue work uniform, which looked like it had been worn for a long time. There were many patches on it, and the stitches were very rough, making one suspect that he had sewn them himself. The cuffs were also very worn.
Wen Ruan was somewhat shocked by the man's appearance, and hurriedly lowered her head to ask Dong Ya what had happened, why she was being harassed by him, what they needed to do, and whether they needed to help her take the man to the police station, etc.
Song Yan was still confronting the man. The two men, who were not much different in height, both had very imposing auras. Although neither of them spoke, there was an invisible tension between them.
"Ruan Ruan, Song Yan, you've misunderstood. He's not some kind of hooligan..." Dong Ya was a little anxious, afraid that if she didn't explain clearly, the man would be taken to the police station. Perhaps due to the angle, Wen Ruan and Song Yan had some misunderstanding.
“Isn’t that a hooligan harassing a girl on the street? I saw you were quite agitated just now! Ya Ya, don’t be afraid, we will protect you, we will take you home later…” Wen Ruan responded, thinking that Dong Ya was, after all, a girl of this era. No matter how strong she was, she might be like many girls, afraid to speak up and swallow her anger when faced with such a situation.
"It's really not..." Dong Ya hurriedly explained, unsure of what to say.
Then he closed his eyes and shouted loudly, "He's my boyfriend!"
The three people present were all taken aback by Dong Ya's words, and Song Yan awkwardly released the man's hand that he had just grabbed...
The man reached out and rubbed his wrist, which Song Yan had grabbed. He glanced indifferently at Song Yan and Wen Ruan, then looked at Dong Ya, his eyes devoid of any emotion. "Don't talk nonsense. We have nothing to do with each other. Don't come here again." With that, he turned and left.
If Song Yan hadn't been focusing his attention on the man in front of him, he might have missed the flicker of emotion that appeared in Dong Ya's eyes the moment Dong Ya uttered those words.
They were both men, and in that instant, Song Yan understood something: there might be some special story between him and Dong Ya.
But seeing Dong Ya's momentary dejected expression as the man turned to leave, and feeling indignant that the man didn't react at all when Wen Ruan expressed her feelings for her friend and walked away indifferently, Song Yan didn't say much. Such matters could only be resolved by the parties involved themselves.
In his view, there was still more entanglement between the two...
Wen Ruan kept comforting Dong Ya in a low voice, constantly talking about how cold and heartless the boy was. She kept chattering away, saying things like "There are plenty of fish in the sea, why be hung up on just one?" and "Goodbye is goodbye, the next one will be better." Gradually, she made Dong Ya laugh and her mood improved.
But while she was speaking, Wen Ruan didn't notice Song Yan standing to the side. She saw that Song Yan's face grew darker and darker as he listened, especially when he heard "It's too tiring to like one person, I need to like ten people." Song Yan's gaze towards Wen Ruan looked like he wanted to devour her.
Even Dong Ya noticed Song Yan's emotions and had to interrupt Wen Ruan, who was still chattering on and on, and gesture for her to look at Song Yan. It was only then that she noticed his emotions.
A sudden jolt went through him. Oh no! He'd been so focused on comforting Dong Ya that he'd gotten a little carried away and forgotten Song Yan was still there.
Seeing Wen Ruan's somewhat flustered expression, Dong Ya couldn't help but chuckle. His eyes, as he looked at Wen Ruan, held a teasing tone, as if he were watching a show.
Wen Ruan glared at Dong Ya, then looked at Song Yan with a fawning expression...
After dropping Dong Ya off at school, the two went to have dinner together as planned.
Song Yan didn't say a word the whole way, which clearly showed that he was still angry with Wen Ruan.
But he always deliberately slowed down when walking, and kept an eye on Wen Ruan out of the corner of his eye as she caught up. Just now, Wen Ruan was talking to Song Yan on the way, coaxing him, and didn't pay much attention to her footing. She almost bumped into someone, but Song Yan was quick to catch her.
After the two finished eating and returned home, Wen Ruan thought about Song Yan's birthday next Wednesday. She had gone to the Friendship Store last week during her holiday to prepare a birthday gift for him. She originally wanted to give it to him on his birthday, but now, her words had really upset him and she couldn't coax him. So she decided to take it out in advance and try to make this old man happy first.
Wen Ruan entered the study and took out a watch he had hidden there last week. It was a Rolex, and this watch had almost used up all of Wen Ruan's remittance certificates. It was very precious and, from Wen Ruan's modern perspective, had great collectible value.
In particular, the watch is entirely black, with an understated appearance but exquisite details, which perfectly complements Song Yan's temperament and makes him appear more mature and composed.
Wen Ruan handed the carefully wrapped gift to Song Yan.
Song Yan reached out and took it, looking at Wen Ruan with a questioning gaze.
"This is for you. Your birthday is next Wednesday, so I'm giving you this gift in advance. Open it and see if you like it."
Song Yan knew that this was just another trick his little darling used to coax him, and even the angrier he was, his anger dissipated at this moment.
But just thinking about Wen Ruan's mouth, which is always full of nonsense, makes her extremely angry. In Wen's mother's words, she is always unserious and says things that make her angry.
When this little devil is infuriating, you just want to strangle her, but when she's patient enough to coax you, her little mouth is as sweet as honey, enough to kill anyone. Even Song Yan can't do anything about her...
Song Yan carefully unpacked the package, smoothing it out gently, not wanting to tear even a little bit. Upon opening the box, the first thing that caught his eye was a handmade greeting card by Wen Ruan, depicting two elderly people with white hair. Judging from their expressions, it was clear that they were Song Yan and Wen Ruan.
The greeting card read, "I'm willing to be like the hands of a watch, accompanying you through every minute and every second."
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