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The blind date banquet is completely different from Wen Yaofeng's script.

The stories he had been exposed to since he was a child were not decent. Although the previous two generations had the filter of time, they were not very decent when they were young.

But when the next generation is much more lively, it seems that it can no longer be bound by any dogma.

Most of them were forced to come over by the elders of the family, holding champagne and laughing to talk about the difficulties of studying abroad for scientific research or doing business, and complaining about the difficult professors they encountered from time to time, the philistinism was so indifferent that they could not see clearly.

Many people were also chasing the moment of lore, simply sat around Wen Yaofeng to listen to the filming highlights, or kindly invited him to sing two new songs, and then secretly took out a stack of CDs and asked him to autograph their sisters.

The funny thing is that some relatives and friends of ALPHA pulled him aside, nervously asking him what to do if he likes the same sex, whether it is difficult to come out.

Wen Yaofeng's tense nerves gradually relaxed, and a group of ladies and uncles in the outer circle were also very satisfied.

I didn't expect Xiaowen to be so popular, and his style of conversation is different from those second- and third-rate starlets. Sure enough, the Uranus superstar his mother said is different.

"Look at my daughter, she hasn't taken her eyes from Xiao Wen since he came in, it's a shame," Mrs. Fu covered her lips and smiled, "Let's have a cup of tea in private when we have time."

"Hey, give my son a chance. Isn't Yaoyao joking with him all the time?"

Liang Yinghua was in a happy mood, and was very satisfied with being admired by all the stars, and the faint worries in his heart were much lessened.

Wen Suo kept his son's identity secret at first, but now observing his potential social value, his frown finally loosened.

Well, it's not all trash.

The second half of the dinner was smooth and smooth. It was nothing more than a dance rotation, and the guests and hosts stayed or left after enjoying themselves.

Wen Yaofeng used to act on his own, and didn't bother to put up with pretending. Today, his temper is as deep as a rock in the deep sea, and he didn't waver at all until one o'clock in the morning.

Liang Yinghua and a group of sisters and friends finished playing two rounds of cards. After repeated refusals, they went back to the room and prepared to put on a mask for sleep. They found their son waiting at the door.

"Yaoyao?" She was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly smiled: "It's so late and you don't rest, don't you have to catch a plane tomorrow morning?"

Wen Yaofeng looked at her without explaining more.

Liang Yinghua said gently: "Why do you have to rush to say it now, can you wait until you are free? Be good, I really made my mother look good today, go to rest early."

Wen Yaofeng's voice was very soft: "We have to talk."

Liang Yinghua rarely encountered Wen Yaofeng's attitude.

She felt a little strange and at a loss in her heart, but she still opened the door obediently, and poured tea for him after closing the door.

"Come on, what do you want to talk about?"

Wen Yaofeng waited until she was officially seated before speaking very slowly.

Every sentence has been repeated thousands of times in my heart, chewed and reorganized to the point where I can read every word in my dreams.

"Mom, when I was young, I advised you to divorce twice."

As soon as Liang Yinghua heard this word, he immediately interrupted: "What can't be separated, isn't our family living a good life now? Your father knows how to be considerate now, Yaoyao, don't you usually think about those who have and don't. .”

Wen Yaofeng said slowly as if he didn't hear her: "The first time I was ten years old, I was young and couldn't handle anything, and I had to rely on you to take me out of this house, which was a burden."

"The second time I was 22 years old, ECHO was in full swing, and my annual income was enough to cover all your expenses and enjoyment."

"I ran away from home and hid as a trainee in an entertainment company that didn't know my identity. I worked hard step by step until I was close to the top, just to take you away."

"As far as I can remember, Mom, you always cry. After I left, I often called late at night. When I was in pain, it felt like my breathing was cut by a knife."

"On my 22nd birthday, I specially had dinner with you and asked if you would like to leave with me."

"You refused again."

"Today, I will ask you one last time."

"Mom, you have been distorted in this marriage."

"I will use all my abilities and resources to take you away from Wen's house, will you go?"

Liang Yinghua stared at him blankly, as if listening to a stranger talking.

She wiped her eyes and laughed.

"Yaoyao, who did you listen to provocation tonight, how do you say these words?"

Wen Yaofeng smiled lightly and remained silent.

Liang Yinghua couldn't get any clues, and was anxious and confused for a while, but she still tried her best to maintain her posture in front of her son.

"Some things are too complicated for you to think about. Mom shouldn't have put so much pressure on you before, but the couple lives... There will always be quarrels and things that don't go well. It's like this in every family."

"Last time, Uncle Hong's family got into a fight, and you didn't get a divorce in the end, didn't you?"

Wen Yaofeng waited quietly for her to finish explaining.

He didn't care about anything she said anymore.

When Wen Yaofeng was very young, he saw his mother being beaten to the point where she crawled all over the living room with her hair disheveled.

The servants all hid in the distance, not daring to offend the master of the house.

Wen's father knows that he and she are playing their own way, but sometimes seeing her being presumptuous and ruthless, she insists on getting back home the prestige of the master.

As soon as Liang Yinghua opened his chatter box, he unconsciously babbled a lot, and the topic drifted further and further away.

Wen Yaofeng covered the cold porcelain cup with both hands, looking down at the lines in the corners of her eyes.

Mom, I hated myself all the time as a kid.

I hate that I can't do anything, have nothing, can't protect you, can't get you out of here.

I heard from them that you had to marry Wen Suo and give birth to me, the so-called heir, because of the pressure from your family.

For a long time, I have been thinking, if I never came to this world, would you be much happier.

You are obsessed with socializing in the upper-class circle, and you are also in the academic circle. I always thought that this was just your way of escaping pain.

It turns out...it's all wishful thinking on my part.

"Yaoyao?" Liang Yinghua noticed his son was in a daze for a long time, got up and said goodbye: "It's too late, you go back to sleep."

Wen Yaofeng stood up and looked at her again.

All he sees is a weeping vested interest.

"Is the answer refusal?" Wen Yaofeng laughed: "Excuse me for your rest, good night."

Liang Yinghua watched him turn and leave, and stood alone in the dark corridor for a long time.

Wen Yaofeng left the villa straight away, the driver waited for a long time, and asked when opening the door for him: "Go back to the company?"

"No, go to the old house."

The driver showed a surprised expression: "It's so late, and there is no one to serve you..."

"No, take me there, don't tell anyone what happened tonight, if you ask at home, just say I went to the bar."

"Okay... okay."

The old house is located in a remote place, and the nearby street lamps have been in disrepair for a long time, making it difficult to see clearly at night.

When Wen Yaofeng got off the car, the driver didn't dare to neglect, and drove away after repeated confirmation.

He turned around and glanced at the huge old house hidden in the night, then turned on the flashlight and walked in.

Entering the door is a musty smell of decay and dampness.

Wen Suo has always disliked the old house, and the other uncles in the family also rushed to leave here when they were adults, and couldn't wait to move into the new house, leaving the old man here alone for 12 years.

Wen Yaofeng is very familiar with every room here, and turned on the lights just to avoid snakes and rats.

He climbed up to the small attic on the fourth floor, groped to find the dusty train tracks, and touched them inch by inch with his fingertips.

The small tin train had already been stuck on the wheels, and it wouldn't budge even after being pushed twice.

Wen Yaofeng leaned over and touched a buckle, unscrewed it, pushed the row of toys away, and touched the connection between the rails.

He pried open the rails one by one, and many hidden cabinets were exposed, containing the things that Wen Shuo had searched for countless times.

There are more than a dozen house deeds that are unknown to the public, old tickets of different sizes, and the second suicide note specially notarized by my grandfather.

And a document bag buried deep in the bottom layer.

The file bag is very new, it was only put in five years ago, and the content inside has been updated and iterated more than a dozen times, and now it is full of pictures and texts, and the content is complete.

Wen Yaofeng opened the file bag to check the condition, then took all the things on the top floor and put them all in the folding bag.

He returned to his own small children's room, locked the door, closed the window, checked whether there was a camera nearby, then curled up on the 1.2-meter small bed with the file bag in his arms, and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

ECHO dormitory.

At [-]:[-] in the evening, Bai Chun finished swimming training, took a shower and went back to the bedroom to rest.

Before going to bed, I rarely take out my mobile phone, first wechat privately, ECHO group messages, and then read Weibo.

No response.

In the past, when the four of them split up for business activities, the most noisy one before going to bed was either Wen Yaofeng or Kurihara.

The former happily posted sand sculpture videos of animals crashing into walls, trees and ditches, and the latter followed suit with a bunch of gourmet VLOGs from all over the world.

Today Wen Yaofeng is so rare that he is silent and has no sense of presence, so that Kurihara in the group is a little lonely after posting the GIF of charcoal grilled steak.

On the contrary, some celebrities who participated in the Wenjia dinner, and the little Internet celebrities they brought with them posted photos, which aroused the envy and praise of many fans.

"Master Wen's skin is ON! The private server is so handsome! Haas, Haas, Haas, I'm gone—"

"Yaoyao, what kind of courtesan are you! I don't allow you to open your screens at little brothers and sisters, it's too much!!!"

Bai Chun looked around Weibo, turned off his phone for a while, and stuffed his head into the pillow.

Then I lay down with my eyes closed for 10 minutes.

The phone never rang, and there was nothing to wait for.

He turned over, opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling silently for a while, and began to think about whether the rumors about the blind date were true or not.

Then he picked up his phone again and sent a message to Wen Yaofeng.

"Come back early, I have to go to the airport tomorrow. 』

The tone sounds a bit blunt, delete it.

"I heard from them that Master Wen went on a blind date? 』

The question is too obvious, delete it.

As soon as Wen Yaofeng left, the emotional link that compelled him to exist completely disappeared, and now his heart was as clean as if it had just snowed, and he was not used to the blankness and spaciousness.

After thinking for a few seconds, Bai Chun sent out the revised message.

"Drink less, good night. 』

He stared at the screen, and the other party did not reply to the message until the screen went dark.

Bit sad.