my wife is a showman

Chapter 292 Worship
Ma Ke didn't expect the villagers to be so enthusiastic. They were delivering things and calling for dinner. He looked from the window, scratched his head and said, "I knew it would be too high-profile to enter the village after dark."

"They were all bitten to death by the paparazzi, and we can't hide. Usually, we go to hot search to occupy resources, so we have to sacrifice our personal privacy."

"Then if we live together at night, will we be gossiped about?" Ma Ke asked worriedly, and she became scared.

"It doesn't matter, I will go up the mountain alone at night, so you should go to bed early." Xu Lang said.

"Why do you go at night, it's so scary."

"There's nothing to be afraid of."

Xu Lang grew up in the countryside, so he was nothing.

When he woke up at six o'clock, it was already dark, and his stomach was screaming with hunger.

Ma Ke was in the kitchen preparing to cook noodles, but she didn't know how to light a fire, so she was sweating profusely. Her face, which was fair before, was now quite dark.

There is no natural gas in the village, so this is how they cook. Ma Ke has been in charge of beauty since childhood, and even the clothes are washed by his aunt at home. How could he do this kind of work, and this is the first time he has even seen an earthen stove.

"Isn't this a new house? Isn't it a villa?"

Ma Ke put down the heavy tongs, rubbed his weak right hand, a little speechless, and wanted to cry.

At this time Tang Sinuo sent a video, Xu Lang didn't go in to disturb, but stood at the door and listened.

"Keke, what happened to your face?"

"Cooking noodles, your in-law's house doesn't even have natural gas, it's still an earthen stove, the kind that burns firewood. What kind of villa is this?"

"I haven't seen it either, didn't uncles and aunts follow?" Tang Sinuo replied.

"No, Xu Lang didn't let them come back, probably because he was worried about asking about you. He still defends you very much."

"Oh, by the way, how is he? All right?"

"The doctor said it's nothing serious, he's resting, why don't you talk to him?"

"No, no, I'm just... Shi Shi came to see me today and asked about Xu Lang's situation."

Ma Ke put the phone on the stove, lit some dried leaves and stuffed them into the stove hole.

"Nuo Nuo, I talked to him today, Xu Lang actually didn't blame you, he was very concerned."

Tang Sinuo, who was downcast, quickly opened his eyes wide and asked, "Really, did he talk about me? What did he say about me?"

At this time, Ma Ke raised her head, and Xu Lang stood beside her, which made her jump.

"Crazy, why don't you say anything?"

"I'm not talking to you..."

Tang Sinuo suddenly realized that Ma Ke was talking to Xu Lang, tapped the screen a few times in a panic, and hastily turned off the video.

"Look at her, seeing you is like a child who has made a mistake."

"I'll light the fire."

"Why don't you install natural gas in your home? It doesn't cost much."

"My parents love to use this."

Xu Lang set up the firewood and sighed: "This is also the difference between my wife and you and Sinuo. From living habits to growth environment, there is not much difference."

"What are you talking about, it makes us seem to hate the poor and love the rich." Ma Ke muttered.

But to be honest, she couldn't bear this kind of life, neither could Tang Sinuo, any city girl couldn't bear it.

She probably understood that when Xu Lang knew that Tang Sinuo was not reborn from her wife, he felt inferior.

Maybe Tang Sinuo's lies were not flawless, but Xu Lang can only be relieved from the pain by anesthetizing himself.

Ma Ke's life experience cannot understand Xu Lang's pain back then.

She stood on the side and looked at Xu Lang, who was proficient in lighting fires. He didn't look like a celebrity worth billions of dollars. This was his former state as an ordinary person.

And at that time, his wife still loved him.

It was already seven o'clock after dinner, Xu Lang didn't care if there were paparazzi outside, he climbed up the back mountain with the offerings and sticking bamboo poles.

The paparazzi had been lurking in the car not far away, two of them followed up the mountain, and two of them stared at Ma Ke.

They want to make a big news, and now the people who eat melons, as well as the employers who have paid for it, want to make a real impact so that they can release black material during the highly competitive Spring Festival. This is a benefit of several hundred million.

Xu Lang sat in front of his wife's tombstone, turned off the flashlight of his mobile phone, his mood became sad again, and he didn't know how to speak for a while.

What should I say?

It doesn't seem to make sense, it's just talking to myself.

If this knot is not resolved, he will marry another wife, live in a big villa, and his career will rise, but he will always feel guilty and uneasy.

For an entire hour, with such a low temperature, Xu Lang stood motionless facing the cold tombstone, like a holy monk in meditation.

He finally understood why Master Xing, who had experienced life and death, believed in Buddhism.

The two paparazzi lying in the straw nest couldn't stand it any longer.

"Fuck, what is this guy doing, his brain is cramped, sitting on the grave in the middle of the night, why is he so infiltrating."

"I'm so fucking frozen."

"A beautiful woman like Ma Ke is at home, why won't he go back and get into the hot bed, and come here to guard his wife's grave?"

"It's numb, and no one is looking at it, what kind of lover is it?"

Xu Lang sighed deeply, and took out a harmonica with a pink Mickey cartoon picture on it from his pocket.

It was given to him by his wife when the two first met, because Xu Lang was arguing to learn an instrument, and getting started with the harmonica is relatively easy.

"You always say that I don't study hard, this time I'll blow it to you."

After Xu Lang finished speaking, he played "The Love of My Life". Recently, he surprisingly likes this song.

Playing this piece on the harmonica, it looks even more desolate.

The scene of the first encounter in the school library resurfaced in his mind, never so clearly.

The hot tears couldn't help gushing out.

"Damn, whistle from the grave."

The two reporters felt their scalps tingling and trembling all over. One guy was about to get up to pee, but found that he urinated on the tombstone buried in the withered grass.

"Did you pee on my face?"

"Let's go, let's go, we're lying on the lonely grave, there's nothing to see, just stay with Ma Ke."

Listening to the sound of the harmonica, the two scrambled and climbed down the mountain to have a round with two teammates.

"Ma Ke is in that room on the second floor."

"Already asleep?"

"Turn off the lights."

Ma Ke didn't fall asleep, but stood by the window with a cup of hot water in his arms, listening to the sound of the harmonica from the mountain.

In the 27 years of her life, she has never heard such a piano sound in such a quiet night in the bustling city, as if telling someone's life.

No wonder Xu Lang's filming is always so touching.

And without the impetuosity of this era, he has always maintained his diligence and original intention so far.

What a good man, it's a pity that he has nothing to do with him, and he is really unwilling.

She even thought selfishly that if Xu Lang gave up Si Nuo this time and chose herself, she might agree without hesitation.

After Xu Lang played the tune, he breathed a sigh of relief, and his depressed mood seemed to have improved.

People are always very small, and they have to face the future and comfort themselves.

In the end, I had to reconcile with fate.

"Nonuo, Yaya and I will never forget you, you are here with me."

He patted his chest, turned and went down the mountain.

When he got home, he didn't bother Ma Ke. Instead, he went back to his room to take a shower and then opened the curtains.

"What are you doing? Sleeping alone?"

"Fuck, you deliberately opened the curtains and turned on the lights, do you know we're taking pictures?"

"Did he hear us talking too loudly just now?"

The paparazzi are really annoyed, if the curtains are drawn, they can use the video to write black drafts.

Xu Lang rested at home for seven days and seven nights. During the day, he sorted out his wife's belongings, and then went to the grave to talk.

Almost every night I sleep with the curtains open and the lights on. I also report my recent situation on Weibo.

It probably means that on the anniversary of his wife's death recently, he was busy filming "Kung Fu 2" and did not come back to pay homage. He felt extremely guilty, so the accident happened. He is planning to guard the grave for seven days recently. I hope everyone will not disturb her.

Tang Sinuo repeatedly looked at Weibo and typed it a dozen times, and finally left only four simple words: "Pay attention to your health!"

Wang Baobao replied: "Good brother, you are a loving and righteous man."

Ma Ke replied: "I am with him, just a friend, I hope everyone will not misunderstand."

Shi Shi replied: "When you return to Jingzhou, remember to come and see my sister."

The four paparazzi shivered in the cold wind, staying up all night long, taking meaningless videos, and went back cursing in anger.

"Stupid one, what the hell."

"This guy is too difficult to fight, and he can really bear it under the same roof."

(End of this chapter)