Beat Generation

Wen Xi came to Huanjing originally to live in her elder brother Wen Chong's mansion, but Wu Ershan didn't let go, and supported him all the way out of the venue, carefully step by step, and asked the reporters and comrades to get out of the way one by one. , she also abruptly pushed Yang Fan away, and directly pulled Wen Xi into her car.

Yang Fan was very annoyed when she stopped her and couldn't show any care.

But he didn't dare to criticize Wu Ershan, so he had no choice but to follow the two benefactors into Wu's house.

The interior of Wu's house was still the same as it was when Wu Ershan and his wife got married. When Wen Xi entered the door, he saw those small lanterns hanging on the kumquats. The clusters were really fiery red, even redder than Yang Fan's face.

"Xiao Huanxi, sit down. No no no." Wu turned around and went to the room to get a soft cushion, and put it squarely under her buttocks, "It's soft, sit down."

As soon as Wen Xi sat down, Wu Ershan didn't dare to act rashly and sat beside her. She rested her chin and stared at Wen Xi's stomach in a daze, "It's too wicked~ You don't tell me such a big thing. It leaves me empty-handed." Yes, I didn't prepare anything, if my mother knew, she would blame me again."

"It's not too late for you to prepare now."

Wu Er beckoned for the maid to bring tea, she pushed aside the tea cup herself, blew it cold, and brought it to Wen Xi's mouth.

"Ershan, I'm just pregnant, I'm not disabled anymore." Wen Xi rolled her eyes, Wu saw the sparkle in her eyes, and said with a smile: "My mother said that a woman's pregnancy is a big deal, and everything must be done carelessly. Hey, among the few of us, our fates are really different. I, the least likely to get married, got married. The most unlikely...you who want to have a child, now have a baby. This summer, one miracle after another. "

Wen Xi didn't speak, she took two sips of tea, and looked sideways at the wedding oil painting of Wu Ershan and Bo Mei hanging on the wall.

"The oil painting of me and my little wife, the artist just sent it in yesterday, isn't it good?" Wu's eyes were a little sad, but his expression was still full of joy. Wen Xi looked around, and Wu Er's goodness eased a lot.

Most famous families in Beijing like to invite old painters who used to paint portraits of nobles in the palace to the wedding scene to draw a few oil paintings and put them in the hall, so that future generations can see them, which are more beautiful and luxurious than photos.

Wen Xi remembered that the old painter with sharp eyes had glanced at her several times at that time. She thought that the protagonists of such an oil painting must be two brides, but unexpectedly...Wen Xi stood up. Each is different.

There is an oil painting of the four of them standing together for a group photo. Wen Xi doesn't even remember that the four of them took pictures at the wedding...Wen Xi's eyes, Zhan Banbi's smile, Wu Ershan's blissful face, and the being Bo Mei, who was wrapped in layers of white gauze with only a pair of eyes exposed... This oil painting is set in the background of flowering grass and blurred guests... Wen Xi looked at it and thought it was really weird.

The tricky old painter completely captured the unnatural expressions on her and Zhan's faces. The most frightening thing is that this photo looks like some kind of vivid innuendo...the insinuation that Bo Mei is destined to belong to the three of them together people.

"I took you two to take a photo with us that day. You two were either chatting or replying to the words of your elders." Wu Ershan sighed, "I was exhausted after taking a group photo. Draw a picture. How is it, not bad?"

Wen Xi shook her head, nodded again, and asked, "Who is that old painter?"

"... His name is Song Zhi. He is one hundred and one years old."

Song Zhi, the famous satirical painter of current events, used metaphors in a painting just before the split between the North and the South, and has become famous all over the world since then. His family has made court paintings for generations, and his eyes are so vicious that it cannot be estimated.

"Do you feel good?"

Wu Ershan nodded, then shook his head, "It's not bad. It just means that it doesn't seem very good."

Wen Xi immediately changed the subject and asked, "Can you get in touch with Bo Hui?"

Wu nodded, "I can get in touch. But this kid hangs up every time he can't say a few words, for fear of being followed."

"Why don't you ask who the child in my belly belongs to?"

Wu laughed loudly, "If you have a child in your stomach, if it's not yours, who else could it be?... If you are willing to have this child, it shows that this child is very important to you."

Wen Xi opened her arms and hugged Wu Ershan.

Wu Ershan hugged Wen Xi carefully, and was pushed by her stomach. Her expression was gloomy again where Wen Xi couldn't see it. Wu Er looked at the oil painting with the meaning of "profound", only feeling that the last bit of setting sun in the evening was shining. It is blindingly bright above.

The details of the meeting during the day have to be recollected at night.

Wen Xi went to the Wu family's study with Yang Fan after some dinner, Wu Ershan didn't know what he was talking about, and never came over, but her housekeeper Mo Shi came in to deliver a snack once.

The door of the study room was ajar, and Wen Xi was talking to Yang Fan in a low voice.

Yang Fan told Wen Xi about Wen Chong's injury and Rong Lanzhi's condition, but Wen Xi interrupted him when he couldn't listen.

"Tell me about the movement in the eight provinces. Who did the terrorist attack in Ya'erhai?" Wen Xi asked, and it was Yang Fan's turn to turn dark, and he said, "Aunt Rong said it wasn't her, The people under him were all ordered to keep a low profile, and they couldn't do such a thing...I thought it was you...Now I see that everyone seems to be doing this. "

"Look at my belly, how can I still be in the mood to come out and make trouble?" Wen Xi laughed, she was going to smoke again, Yang Fan thought about it, and ordered her a cigarette, "I wrote you to make a eulogy. Do you know? I can't find you anywhere, and there is no letter at all."

"We came out to mess around, and no news is good news." Wen Xi leaned on the sofa, brushing her messy curly hair, pinching the minutes of the meeting in her hand, "Are those two provinces really planning to sign a contract?"

"If you don't come, it's very possible. If you come, you won't be able to sign this letter. Who wants to do a business that loses money? Besides, my bag is full of their black materials. Aunt Rong said, if That little pawn surrendered to the northern government, so let them look good." Yang Fan shook his head, thought for a while, and took the cigar from Wen Xi's hand, "You better stop smoking, where have you been hiding these days, go to the hospital Have you checked?"

Wen Xi didn't want to say more, she touched a pimple on her chin, "Look at me, is my whole body swollen?"

Yang Fan smiled wryly, and his eyes were red again. He and Wen Xi were childhood sweethearts, now seeing her with a big belly, his mood was extremely complicated, "Wen Xi, I have never seen a more beautiful pregnant woman than you."

"I love to hear this, please say a few more words." Wen Xi patted the back of Yang Fan's hand, and Yang Fan hugged her, "You don't want to carry everything by yourself, if you can't carry it, I'll be with you Carry it. Which son of a bitch did it, I'll kill him right now!"

"Haha... You don't need to take care of this matter. She can't escape the person who should take care of it." Wen Xi's eyes were like sharp knives, she glanced at the door, and Wu Ershan, who had changed into a suit, stood at the door with a smile.

"You see, I came at a really bad time." Wu spread his hands, "The reception banquet is ready, Xiao Huanxi, let's go there by car."

Yang Fan supported Wen Xi to stand up, and Wu Ershan also came over to support her, Wen Xi felt his scalp tighten, pushed them away, and said, "Okay, just let me walk properly."

Where Wu Er is willing to be willing, she still walks forward with Wen Xi in her arms and arms. At one point, she almost hugged Wen Xi in her arms. Yang Fan was very dissatisfied in his eyes. Thinking of her famous past, just when he was trying to push Wu away, Wu whispered to him, "I'm protecting her. If I'm with her, no one will dare to shoot her."

Yang Fan was startled, and looked around, the streets and alleys of this fantasy capital were full of bustle and bustle. Now that the conference is approaching, talents from the north and south are gathering, restaurants and commercial markets are bright as day, and the security is also raised to the highest level.

"Don't look at it, even half of the family can be burned to dust. My human flesh cushion is just a small shield inlaid with gold." Wu smiled and got out of the car, opened the door for Wen Xi, and Yang Fan looked around. , the banquet was held in a hidden restaurant behind the imperial city, and Wu Ershan went to the third floor with Wen Xi in his arms.

As soon as the elevator opened, two rows of male waiters in tuxedos were waiting outside. Wen Xi glanced at it. This was a routine dinner in the north. When she stepped in, it was like stepping into a pack of wolves. Wu Ershan raised her head With a smile on his face, he pulled Wen Xi through the crowd who were chatting.

Wu can act like a passing idler, but Wen Xi can't.

Everyone greeted Wen Xi, and Wen Xi also greeted everyone symbolically.

Passing through these people, Wu pulled Wen Xi into a small old elevator that could only accommodate two people. She said to Yang Fan who was standing outside: "I didn't bring her to a regular dinner. The three of us have been together for a long time. There is no gathering, I will be the host today."

Yang Fan looked at Wen Xi, who nodded, "You don't have to follow."

Yang Fan had no choice but to agree.

The elevator door opened, and a large antique tree stood in the center of the hall. No waiter was seen, Wu said, "Xiao Huanxi, do you remember, the four of us used to come here to do our homework after school."

"remember."

Wen Xi followed Wu Ershan, walked around the tree, and saw Zhan Banbi sitting under the lamp who was approving the documents.

"Banbi, here we come."

Zhan Banbi stood up, hugged Wen Xi with a smile, "Sit down. The house is a bit messy, and I have a few documents in my hand that I am eager to see, so I brought them here."

Wu flipped through Zhan's documents twice, "It's because you read so carefully, if it were me, I could stamp it with a few stamps."

"If I had been like you, my father would have kicked me out of the tax office within ten hours."

"Is your father still the same as before, not allowing you to make a mistake?" Wen Xi asked with a smile.

"He's always been like this, and I'm used to it."

They have criticized Prime Minister Zhan Jinhuai's zero-error education for Zhan Banbi since they were young. After so many years of criticism, they have not seen any changes in Prime Minister Zhan, but Zhan Banbi has gradually adapted to this cruel interference.

On the other hand, Wen Xi himself has always been under Rong Lanzhi's stick education. After so many years of defamation, Rong Lanzhi has not seen any changes, and Wen Xi only feels that he has gradually adapted to this kind of blood-licking.

Among the three people, only Wu Ershan still had the unruly look of her youth, and she did everything casually, and her parents never really restrained her.

The three were seated.

Rose-colored lights shrouded the three of them, and the atmosphere gradually eased in the usual pleasantries. They talked about the northern and southern officials who had arguing at the meeting, and also talked about the rationality and irrationality of tax policies;

They talked about climbing mountains together when they were students, and spending summer vacation together on the mountains, and they also talked about the pranks that covered each other to avoid the inspection of the guards;

They talked about several important exams when they went to school together, they talked about their grades, and they also talked about those summer nights when they reviewed together and did mock questions;

They talked about their lives when they were young, about the situation of those classmates and the two completely different lives in the north and the south today;

For the first time, the three of them talked openly about Bo Mae's bad temper in the past, also about Bo Mae's domineering problems in private, about Bo Mae's incurable princess disease and the unreplaceable smile on her face.

The waiter changed a pot of tea, and the three of them started smoking. When they were young and "slandered" Bo Mei, they always said that Cao Cao would be here. At this moment, they all subconsciously looked towards the door... But, Bo Mei would definitely not rush out aggressively and hit them with her schoolbag today.

Those memories have never been brought out in the past five years. After Wu Ershan's mouth was polished tonight, these trivial things became bright and dazzling, like water lilies blooming in the lake of everyone's heart after sleeping for a long time.

It's really trivial things that are not worth mentioning. If Wu Ershan didn't mention it, Wen Xi and Zhan Banbi would have forgotten these common experiences... Afterwards, there was no moment that could not be replaced.

"I think we are really her best friends, so we can pamper her like this." Wu Ershan flicked the cigarette ash, "Sometimes I really don't know what's in Sister Bo's head, I never know what she's thinking."

"Er Shan." Zhan Banbi pressed Wu's hand, while Wu was talking, Wu had already started to drink. Drinking some wine at such a party is harmless, but Zhan didn't want any of the three of them to get drunk tonight.

Such a sober and relaxed conversation is really rare for Zhan Banbi.

"I think Sister Bo loves me, but she doesn't know it. What do you think? Will she come back to me?" Wu Ershan smiled, tears welled up in her eyes, Wen Xi said: " Ershan, don't be sad."

"What's wrong with me. I got what I deserved. I used to dream of marrying her, and then I married her. Why don't you say I have more dreams? For example, having a baby with her My child, maybe it will come true." Wu Er rubbed her eyes, she stretched out her hand, and gently stroked Wen Xi's stomach, "Your baby must recognize me as a godmother."

Zhan Banbi took off her glasses, she lay on the table, and said with a smile, "Recognize me as a godmother, too."

Wen Xi was made uncomfortable by the eager gazes of the two of them. She touched her stomach and said, "This child doesn't want a godmother now, it wants its mother. I can't take care of the child, and it gives me a headache just thinking about it."

"We can all be her mother." Wu Er said with a smile, Zhan couldn't say such a word, and her eyes fell into deep thought again.

When they were about to leave, Wen Xi noticed that there seemed to be a curved wound on Zhan Banbi's middle finger and index finger... Upon closer inspection, it was a half circle of bright red tooth marks, which appeared under the rose-colored light. Nothing to hide.