The Most Popular Comedian

Wen Zerong kindly chose to tolerate Rong Yuheng's rude words.

When the two returned home, it happened to be meal time.Rong Yuheng held the small bag and poked his head behind Wen Zecheng. As soon as the latter opened the door and entered the entrance, the big white goose in the living room heard the sound and leaped towards them with flapping wings——

"Did you choose to bring the child back?"

Rong Yuheng responded happily, "Uncle, I'm coming!"

After Wen Zerong changed into his slippers, he turned around and took the bag from Rong Yuheng's arms into his hands and walked into the house, "Dad, Rongrong brought you a bottle of good wine."

There was a tall adult man missing in the hallway, and it immediately seemed spacious.Wen Zhongyun went to Rong Yuheng's side and lovingly rubbed his hair, "Come here, why don't you bring any gifts!"

Rong Yuheng's hair stood up again after being rubbed, and he said "kekeke", "I brought it here~"

In Wen Zhongyun's mind, the blurred figure of ascending to heaven in the old photos instantly appeared.

He paused for a moment while rubbing his hair, and then said, "Thank you so much."

...

Wen Zecheng put down his things, changed his clothes and went into the kitchen. Rong Yuheng wanted to follow in to help, but was dissuaded.

Wen Zecheng took out the ingredients from the refrigerator, unpacked them, cleaned them and put them on the table, the movements went smoothly without any hindrance.

Seeing this, Rong Yuheng was silent for a moment, and then said softly, "I feel like I'm in a fairy tale."

Wen Zecheng was feeding the beef when he heard a melody suddenly sounded in his mind:

I would like to become, in fairy tales, the angel you love...

His back trembled slightly, and even the movement of the material slowed down, "What fairy tale?"

Rong Yuheng, "Alice in Wonderland." He felt that Wen Zerong was a fairy, but he was still sleepwalking.

Immortal Wen Zecheng, "..." is fine.

After confirming that she was useless, Rong Yuheng retreated into the living room.Wen Zhongyun was sitting on the sofa with his computer in his arms watching a drama, when he saw Rong Yuheng coming over, he immediately waved, "Come on, come on!"

Rong Yuheng ran over with a "da da da", "What's wrong, uncle?"

Wen Zhongyun turned the computer screen to face the former, and the broadcast on it was "Su Yi Ke Xing".

Rong Yuheng was caught off guard: hiss...!

"Su Yi" broadcasts two consecutive episodes every weekend at [-]:[-] p.m., and it has now reached its fifth episode.The first dozen or so episodes were almost all of Rong Yuheng's scenes in the gang, and Wen Zeleng made very few appearances, so he didn't expect Wen Zhongyun to follow the drama.

"Uncle, why don't you watch it? Teacher Wen will have more scenes after fourteen episodes."

Wen Zhongyun, "Goose hehehe~ What's so good about him, I just want to see your play."

Rong Yuheng immediately held his heart in flattery, "I'm not good at acting!"

Wen Zhongyun commented objectively, "Fortunately, this doesn't really test your acting skills." After all, it is a true performance.

Rong Yuheng: ...he seems to have been connoted!

The two looked at each other silently for a while, and finally Wen Zhongyun was the first to break the silence, "By the way, I haven't thanked you for the Weibo account last time."

"..."

Rong Yuheng became even more silent all of a sudden!How could he have forgotten such a topic!

Wen Zhongyun was still chattering, "But who stole my account? After I got on the account, I looked at it, but there was an extra Weibo calling for everyone to respect the author—why does it feel like a goose with good people and good deeds?"

Rong Yuheng panicked a lot in his heart, but his face was as steady as an old dog.

Hearing this, he immediately used his lifelong knowledge to talk nonsense, "Maybe a certain god descended to the earth to use your Weibo account to bring justice."

Wen Zhongyun thought for a moment, but was actually persuaded.He even tried to explore in this direction, "Which god would use my Weibo..."

Rong Yuheng didn't dare to say anything, he was afraid that he would blurt out: God of Cooking.

At this moment, "God of Cooking" Wen Zecheng was still preparing rations for the domestic hamsters and big white geese in the kitchen.The latter two, who were waiting to be fed, sat side by side and watched the TV series "Su Yi Ke Xing".

Seeing your own face on the screen is an amazing feeling, especially if this "me" is in another character.

Rong Yuheng leaned on her lap and poked her head obediently. Wen Zhongyun seemed to be able to see through his thoughts, "Do you think it's amazing? It's like looking at a stranger who looks like me."

Rong Yuheng said, "It's a little bit. Although others say that I am very close to the character, in my own opinion it is still very different."

Wen Zhongyun sighed, "I used to watch Ze Rong's drama, and I also felt this way. He played too many roles. Sometimes I would think when I watched it, is this my son's choice? But seeing the characters suffer , and feel distressed - so even if it is a role in a play, as long as I choose Cheng to play it, it is difficult for me to completely distinguish the two."

Rong Yuheng had never experienced this kind of feeling before, and now she showed a confused expression...

Seeing this, Wen Zhongyun patted Rong Yuheng's head, "You will also play various roles in the future. You have a good foundation and you are making rapid progress, and your acting career will become wider and wider."

He paused for a moment and then said, "If one day, Ze Rong has some small emotions because of a certain role you played, uncle hopes you can understand him."

Only then did Rong Yuheng understand what Wen Zhongyun meant: he was afraid that he and Wen Zerong would have conflicts.

Rong Yuheng was quite touched, Wen Zhongyun's thoughts were really delicate.

His moved tears were about to well out of his eyes... suddenly there was another sudden pause.Wait, why did Wen Zhongyun tell himself these things? Could it be that he found that Wen Zezhen liked him?

Rong Yuheng couldn't help being startled.He couldn't help but cast a guilty glance at Wen Zhongyun, but the latter just rubbed his fur lovingly, without any hint of temptation.

The warm and harmonious atmosphere between the two, mixed with a little irritation, ended when Wen Zeleng brought the plate to the table.The latter also wore an apron, which looked very smoky.

Rong Yuheng's little heart was "thumping" and kept beating: Damn, the owner surrounded by the smell of meat is so damn charming!

The three of them came to the table, and Wen Zezheng brought a goblet, filled it with the wine brought by Wenqin.Under the light, the color of the wine is clear and attractive, and there is a beautiful arc when the wine pours into the bottom of the glass.

The slightly intoxicating smell of wine mixed with the smell of fried steak filled the small dining room.Wen Zhongyun took the lead in toasting, "Welcome Xiaorong home, and thank you for the love meal——Happy New Year's Day everyone!"

Rong Yuheng and Wen Zezhen raised their wine glasses to touch him, the walls of the glasses collided with a crisp sound, and the mellow wine splashed a few drops in the air before falling into the glasses again.

"happy New Year!"

Rong Yuheng withdrew his wine glass and took a sip. The taste of the wine was very mellow, and the mouthfeel was smooth, almost slipping into his throat against the coating of his tongue.After a few seconds of careful tasting, there is still some sweetness.

Wen Zhongyun also took two sips, and couldn't help but smash it, "The taste is balanced, it really is a good wine!"

Wen Zecheng put down his wine glass and turned to Rong Yuheng, "How is it, are you used to drinking?"

Rong Yuheng licked his lips when he heard the words, the tip of his tongue was wrapped in the sweet smell of alcohol, and his lower lip was moistened, "It's not bad."

Wen Zezheng's gaze fixed on his lips for two seconds, then retracted his gaze and landed on the beef on his plate.His blade cut through the juicy and tender beef, and made a slight sound on the white porcelain plate.

"That's good, don't drink too fast."

Rong Yuheng raised his chin, "I know~"

Wen Zecheng's cooking skills are really good.He remembered that Rong Yuheng didn't like to eat raw or cold food, so the fried steak didn't have blood on it, but it wasn't too old.

Rong Yuheng couldn't stop after taking a bite. While biting the steak, he took the wine next to him as a drink.After finishing his drink, he politely pushed the empty glass in front of Wen Zerong, signaling the latter to fill it up for him.

Wen Zecheng was obviously shocked when he held up the knife and fork—is his little hamster so drinkable? ?

"Don't drink too fast, this wine has stamina."

Rong Yuheng pursed her lips unhappily, and kicked Wen Zerong lightly from under the table, "You look down on me!"

Wen Zecheng quickly poured wine for someone, "No, no..."

Wen Zhongyun, who was watching, "..."

The kid seemed to be getting more and more wanton - although he didn't mind.But it seems that there is a trace of abnormality?

Wen Zhongyun just wanted to remind Wen Zecheng to pay attention.He patted the latter's arm, "Hey, Er Ze..."

Wen Zecheng gave him a helpless look, then raised the wine bottle to fill it up, "You too, drink less."

Wen Zhongyun, "..." No, he didn't intend to drink too much.

As for wine, the more you drink, the better you get.

After eating, there was still more than half of the matching pasta soup left, and the situation on the table got out of control.

Wen Zezhen didn't even know how things developed into what they are now——

On his left, Rong Yuheng had jumped onto the bench, raised his wine glass and sang loudly, the bright wine glass reflected dazzling light under the bright light!

On his right side, Wen Zhongyun's upper half of his body was lying on the dining table, kneeling on the chair with two legs, bent forward in frustration, and muttering something in his mouth.

And the bottle of wine on the table was almost empty.

...Wen Zecheng's temples throbbed.

He stood up and wanted to hug the crumbling Rong Yuheng first, but the latter was quite uncooperative and even launched a sonic attack at him, "Puff Ke Ke Ke Ke...!!!"

Before Wen Zeleng had time to fight back with force, Wen Zhongyun on the other end suddenly became high again - I saw the latter's upper body lying flat on the table suddenly bounced vertically!Keeping the posture of raising both hands upwards, they stood still in the air for two seconds, and then trembled violently, "Goose hehehehe...!!!"

Wen Zecheng: Hehehe.

Rong Yuheng heard a series of geese calling, as if some kind of switch had been turned on, and his whole body was electrified.He took a deep breath, bent down and put the wine glass on the table with a "bang", and stood up straight again, admiring the audience,

"Next, bel canto king Rong Yuheng will bring you a film and television song that cleanses the soul!"

When Wen Zecheng below heard the words "film and television songs", a long-lost ominous feeling suddenly rose in his heart.Before he had time to stop the former attack, he heard a familiar singing voice flowing from above his head:

"The interpretation of the eternal strange case is too numerous to record the injustice~

I can't stop complaining, I don't want to cry ~ woo woo woo ~ heaven..."

Wen Zecheng's breath got stuck in his throat—it really was "Dou E's Strange Injustice"!

On the other side, Wen Zhongyun's eyes lit up, as if he had received some kind of inspiration. He swung his arms in harmony with the rhythm, and babbled and sang the opera "The Injustice of Dou E". His whole body was like a seaweed, slowly swaying in the wind... …

"Could it be that people are separated by famine and disaster~

Could it be that they flew here to cause harm to people's life~"

Wen Zecheng felt that he was just a little short of dying on the spot.

The nightmare that flashed through his mind once upon a time actually came true on such a family reunion night!

The old and the young sang two completely different pieces of music in a passionate but unexpectedly harmonious chorus, and then started the high dance mode.

Wen Zhongyun spread his arms around the table and happily stepped on the dance point, as if he was dancing a bonfire, "Xiao Rongrong, uncle likes your square dance!"

Rong Yuheng took off from the stool as a young eagle and landed on the ground. Kneeling on one knee with his arms propped on both sides, he held his head up high, "Uncle, I'll take you!"

After the two reached an agreement, they performed a bonfire square dance around the dining table in a clockwise direction.

Dancing arms!Happy Rhythm!Mixed with the aroma of beef that has not dissipated!

Rong Yuheng and Wen Zhongyun clapped their hands and danced around the table twice, feeling uncomfortable again.After a pause of two seconds, they turned their gazes to Wen Zecheng at the same time——

The latter shrank into the corner of the dining room at some point, trying to hide himself in the shadows.

But now, he failed.

Rong Yuheng pointed at Wen Zecheng in surprise, then turned to Wen Zhongyun and said, "Oh~ my old buddy, there's a little guy over there!"

Wen Zhongyun was also pleasantly surprised. He dragged the loveless Wen Zecheng into their big happy family, "Really! Look at his little face, he seems to be angry~"

Rong Yuheng was hit hard by the point of laughter, and burst into a burst of wild laughter in an instant, "He's angry ~ Ke Ke Ke Ke Ke!"

Wen Zhongyun also laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist, and nearly slid to the ground with Wen Zerong, who was standing upright, "It's so funny~ goose goose goose goose goose!"

Wen Zecheng caught Rong Yuheng who was almost turned over with one hand, and picked up Wen Zhongyun who was almost slippery with the other hand, and the eyes he looked at the two could be called death...

It was he who indulged the two of them too much.

After finally waiting for Wen Zhongyun to get tired, Wen Zecheng dragged the former back to the bedroom.Wen Zhongyun fell asleep almost as soon as he touched the pillow, snoring "snoring".

...

After closing his bedroom door, Wen Zereng walked back to the dining room with serious eyes - there was only a hamster swimming on the dining table there.

With a "crash", the door of the dining room was opened, and Rong Yuheng was lying on the dining table, his head almost buried in the dishes that had not been cleaned yet.

The most amazing thing is that Rong Yuheng seemed to realize that he couldn't stick his head in, so he avoided the plate to breathe while swimming...

Wen Zecheng almost laughed out of anger.

He stepped forward in twos and threes, grabbed the former by the collar and dragged him away from the plate, "Didn't you say you were never drunk?"

Rong Yuheng didn't respond to him at all, turned over in the direction where the collar was lifted, his back rubbed against the table, his clothes were pulled aside, revealing his white belly, the small belly button looked quite cute.

Wen Zecheng lost his temper after only one glance.

He rubbed Rong Yuheng's belly helplessly, "Be good, stop making trouble, take a shower and go to sleep."

Rong Yuheng lay on the table and swam on his back, "I won't go, I'm still swimming in the ocean of joy."

Wen Zecheng, "..." No wonder you want to swim.

It's quite logical to be drunk.

Wen Zezhen couldn't help pinching his little face and tugging at him, loving and hating him at the same time,

"I'm going to suspect that you're messing with me on purpose. Tell me, what's your opinion on me?"

I don't know which nerve these words touched Rong Yuheng.He suddenly sat up straight from the table, and yelled at Wen Zerong,

"You... your butt is not upright enough!"

The author has something to say: Wen Zecheng: Today is New Year's Day, a family reunion, but I was forced to listen to the chorus version of Dou E's Injustice, and was dragged around in circles.

Rong Yuheng: Hey... Rhyme, rhyme!Hiccup~

Wen Zecheng: ...