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Rong Yuheng finished the performance passionately, and when he lowered his head, he found that his warm face was not right.

Rong Yuheng restrained his expression, and leaned forward a little bit to poke his head out, "What's wrong?" He looked back at the projection screen after speaking, and suddenly said, "Oh, it's blocking you from watching a movie."

Wen Zecheng almost lost his temper, he added another note to Rong Yuheng in the small notebook, sighed and pulled him back to sit beside him,

"It's okay. You want to take off your vest, how do you take it off?"

The reversal of the character design is a risky move, unlike in novels and TV dramas, everyone feels good when they see the poor become rich.In reality, emotional factors have to be considered, which may not be acceptable to everyone.

Rong Yuheng obviously also considered this point, "Let's take it step by step, people are always more able to accept what they deduce."

Wen Zecheng nodded, "Okay, I'll take it off for you."

First peel it off little by little, and finally take it off clean.

The big white geese who walked around consciously returned to their nests by noon.Wen Zecheng was cooking in the kitchen, and Rong Yuheng was holding the seasoning box like a little tail and looking around.

He has never learned Chinese food, can't help, and is too embarrassed to sit still, so he can only serve as a tool for delivering seasonings.Fortunately, Wen Zecheng didn't dislike him, and occasionally praised him,

"Even the difference between salt and sugar, my hamster is so smart!"

If it weren't for Wen Zecheng's sincere tone and the soft light in his eyes, Rong Yuheng would almost have thought that these words were mocking himself.

Wen Zhongyun, who had returned to the nest, emerged from the kitchen door a little bit again, "It smells so good..."

Rong Yuheng instantly put aside his unreasonable suspicion of Wen Zecheng, and turned around happily, "Uncle, I'm here to disturb you again, Kekeke!"

Wen Zhongyun, "Welcome, welcome, goose goose~"

In the lively atmosphere of geese flying and hamster dancing, Wen Zezheng's three meat dishes finally came out of the pan: wax gourd meat, shredded pork with green peppers, Sixi meatballs; he added Dao Su's stir-fried radish to ensure balanced nutrition.Four dishes were served on the table, and the bone soup in the pot was still simmering.

There are hot dishes on the table, when the weather turns cold, just look at the white smoke rising from the table, Rong Yuheng is sitting in front of the table with white rice in his hands, feeling warm in his heart.

Wen Zhongyun turned his head and called Wen Zecheng who was serving soup in the kitchen, "Er Ze! Come and eat!"

Wen Zecheng responded and brought out the soup.He raised his eyes and saw Rong Yuheng, feeling inexplicably satisfied, so he smiled.

Wen Zecheng's smile was too warm, Rong Yuheng saw it, and said inappropriately in his heart: Da Lang, come and drink soup...

Rong Yuheng shook his head vigorously to get rid of these messy images.He turned his head and asked Wen Zhongyun, "Does Teacher Wen usually cook at home?"

Wen Zhongyun said, "When he is at home, he cooks, and when he is not at home, I order takeaway. In the past few years, he was busy making movies, and the time he went home in a year added up to more than a month. This year, I let him rest. Rest, so it's better."

Wen Zecheng filled a bowl of soup for Wen Zhongyun and put it aside to dry, "I will try not to take so many scenes in the future, I will choose good ones and spend more time with you."

When Rong Yuheng heard him say to accompany "you", she didn't realize it at first, until Wen Zezheng also served him a bowl of soup, and Rong Yuheng tasted the taste of the word "we" belatedly Come.

Wen Zecheng asked him, "Is it to your liking? What kind of food do you like? I'll make it for you next time."

Rong Yuheng had already picked up the meal, and said upon hearing this, "It's delicious, it's very good now!"

Wen Zhongyun looked at the way he was grilling rice, and felt like it in his heart.In the past, he and Wen Zeleng ate together, and the latter didn't like to talk, so they always felt deserted when they had a meal.

"If you think it's delicious, come here often and ask Zecheng to cook for you—oh, it's just that our room is full of big men, so I'm afraid you will find it boring."

Rong Yuheng gnawed on Sixi balls, and said, "No, it's the same in my family."

Wen Zhongyun and Wen Zecheng paused at the same time.

Wen Zezhen even slowed down his breathing... Is it the same at Rong Yuheng's house?

Rong Yuheng ate and ate, seeing that the two of them hadn't moved, when he raised his head, he met two complicated and pityful eyes.

Rong Yuheng's ball got stuck in his throat, he thought for two seconds, and then explained, "At present, there are only my father and elder brother in my family, and my mother is in the sky."

With a sound of "clang", Wen Zhongyun's chopsticks fell and hit the rim of the bowl.He moved his throat, and before he could comfort him, Rong Yuheng took out his cell phone and said happily,

"I'll show you how my mother looks in heaven!"

Wen's father and son gasped together: ... Can you still watch this?

Rong Yuheng dug out the circle of friends and squeezed between Wen Zhongyun and Wen Zecheng, "Look, isn't it amazing?"

On the screen of the phone, a wind-like messy figure was sitting on a hot air balloon, his face blurred with joy.

Wen's father and son: ...

It is really in the sky.

Rong Yuheng was unaware of their silence, and was still beaming, "My mother is traveling around the world!"

"..."

After a long while, Wen Zezhen squeezed out a trace of praise from his throat, "That's... amazing."

Rong Yuheng, "Really!"

Wen Zecheng said "hmm" and asked again, "Why did Auntie think of traveling around the world?"

Rong Yuheng put away her phone and sat back on her seat, "My mother wanted to build a wind-powered fully automatic swing in the garden, but my father refused, so they quarreled. My father said, you are so capable, why don't you go to the sky? Then my mother went to heaven."

... This narrative is full of grooves from the beginning to the end, and Wen Zhongyun, who is so talkative, fell silent, not knowing how to answer.

Wen Zecheng was silent for a moment, and couldn't help breaking the silence, "Then auntie ran out alone, can uncle be relieved?"

Hearing this, Rong Yuheng stopped eating the meatballs suddenly, then pouted, "He won't...huh."

He said in a calm and relaxed tone as much as possible, "They got divorced after they quarreled, and my father can't control my mother."

divorce.

For some reason, Wen Zezhen suddenly remembered the video of the audition—Rong Yuheng said that he was in college, but he had something to do with his family, so he came back from school.

I guess it's because of my parents' divorce.

Wen Zecheng didn't believe that this play-like quarrel would lead to the end of a marriage.There were many reasons for the two to separate, and he knew that Rong Yuheng just picked the easiest one to talk about.

Wen Zecheng felt uncomfortable, seeing Rong Yuheng's face buried in the rice, he wanted to hug her in his arms and rub her.Knead out all the negative energy and help digest it yourself.

Wen Zhongyun kicked Wen Zecheng under the table, with eyes full of condemnation: I saw you stepping on thunder, why don't you coax him?

Wen Zezhen immediately stretched out his hand to rua Rong Yuheng's head, trying to heal the wound in his heart.

Before he could rua twice, Rong Yuheng raised his head, there was no forced wound in his eyes, nor was there any flimsy disguise.

Some just hesitated, "Would you like to wash your hands first... You just filled the soup, it will oil my hair."

Wen Zereng's subordinates paused, "...Sorry, I didn't think carefully."

……

After lunch, Wen Zezhen pushed the hamster back to its nest and showed people around his bookcase.

His bookcase is full of trophies, various limited-edition records, and some opera discs.Rong Yuheng turned over and took a look, and found that it belonged to Wen Zhongyun.

"Uncle is really a precious old artist."

"It was not easy for artists in that era." Wen Zereng said, "They all came out step by step. They were all called the literary circle at that time, and they were still different from the current entertainment circle."

Rong Yuheng nodded, and was about to take out a disc to listen when he felt his phone vibrate.

Opening it, it was Zhou Shubai.

He sent the message to Zhou Shubai yesterday after recording the show. The latter was probably busy, so he didn't reply until now.

[Zhou Shubai]: Let me be small!The young master is filming, and he only saw the news now.

Wen Zerong turned his head and glanced at Rong Yuheng, "Have you got a job?"

Rong Yuheng shook his head, "It's Brother Shubai, we haven't seen each other for a long time, when can I go and see him."

[Rong Yuheng]: Where are you filming?Do you have time to have a meal together? I miss you so much!

[Zhou Shubai]: City N, are you coming to visit my class?

[Rong Yuheng]: I just have time tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, so I'll come and see you.

[Zhou Shubai]: Come on!I asked my brother to treat you to dinner.

...Rong Yuheng's movements froze for a moment.

[Rong Yuheng]: Your brother?He is visiting you too?

[Zhou Shubai]: No, he auditioned and snatched the role of the male fifth from me, so now we are filming in the same crew.

Rong Yuheng frowned: subway, old man, look at your phone.

[Rong Yuheng]: Then what role are you taking now?

[Zhou Shubai]: Second male.

Rong Yuheng: ...

He felt that Qiu Jianlun was more like sending Zhou Shubai to make his debut.

Seeing that Rong Yuheng's expression was wrong, Wen Zecheng couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?"

Rong Yuheng turned off the phone and pressed his temple, "It's okay...can you play a record for me? I want to soothe my disturbed nerves."

Wen Zecheng was very kind, "Of course."

Rong Yuheng did not stay at Wen Zecheng's house tonight because he was going to visit class in N city the next day.Wen Zecheng wrapped him up in a scarf this time and asked him to take it away, saying that it was brought back from country F, and he never used it once.

The off-white scarf is warm and soft.Rong Yuheng's entire face was about to be buried in it, looking very well-behaved.

Wen Zecheng was very satisfied, he finally understood the fun of those girls playing dress-up games.

"It suits you very well and looks great."

Rong Yuheng poked her head out holding the scarf, "It's the owner who has a good eye."

Wen Zezheng's gaze stayed on his bright pupils for two seconds, "I think so too."

How about I fall in love with you.

Wen Zereng's car went back downstairs to the apartment, but Rong Yuheng didn't get out of the car immediately.Holding the big scarf around his neck, he fell into reflection... Every time he went to Wen Zecheng's house, he would eat and wrap, like a goose plucking its feathers.

Thinking of this, Rong Yuheng turned his head to look at Wen Zerong.

The sky has darkened, and the scenery outside the car window is dark and dark.Wen Zecheng put one hand on the steering wheel, with broad shoulders and a broad back, and a tight figure. One button on the neckline was undone, and the exposed Adam's apple slid up and down twice.

There is really a kind of sexual tension of a mature man in it.

Rong Yuheng took a look and thought, why not buy a tie for Wen Zecheng next time.Tie it under his Adam's apple, it must look good.

"What are you thinking?" Wen Zecheng asked suddenly.The car is very quiet, only the reading light above the head is on, the warm orange color is very cozy.

When Rong Yuheng came back to his senses, he saw Wen Zerong approaching, and asked in a low voice, "Are you reluctant to part with me?"

Rong Yuheng's heart skipped a beat, he moved away a little bit, and answered honestly, feeling his conscience,

"A little bit, after all, I'm a sticky hamster."

Wen Zecheng laughed, stretched out his hand and snorted at him, "Send me a message anytime you want to meet, and I'll pick you up."

Rong Yuheng's back felt a surge of electricity from his snoring, "Aren't you busy?"

Wen Zezhen took the opportunity to spread his tail feathers, and even shook the feathers twice, "I take care of my family."

The author has something to say: Rong Hamster: I seem to have been electrocuted...!

Peacock Wen swaggered and flapped its tail feathers: I can also generate wind power.