I became popular after marrying a rebel

The next day, Wen Ya got up much later than usual.

I'm really tired lately. The cold I suppressed with granules two days ago tends to flare up. I'm top-heavy. It seems that I still need to take medicine.

Glancing at the phone, the front one is the family group, where the elders forwarded some pictures of giving away to the Kitchen God, and below is the cast and crew group of Dan Zhong, the director, producer and several senior teachers sent a few red envelopes last night, The group was lively until two or three o'clock in the morning, and the next one was Shi Anyi, who sent a health pot shortly after midnight, with red dates and longan soaked in the pot, with the text "Health Preservation Bureau for the Elderly, let's take a big health care together", and also sent a The location is in a sauna club.

Wen Ya replied one by one, and sent a circle of blessings for the New Year, and then glanced at Weibo, only to find that his forwarding attracted a group of book fans, but most of the comments were still positive:

"Yan Woke, let's wait and see the acting [ok]"

"My brother is finally acting in ancient costume again, see you next year, master [awsl]"

"The copywriting is well chosen, it's A Yu's most classic lines. I hope that when the drama airs, your warm wishes to Yu are really the warm wishes that everyone expects."

"After watching your audition clip, I am looking forward to it. I pray that the characters in the drama version will not be magically changed."

"I have a hunch that it will become my new wall, I hope I don't slap [doge] in the face"

Occasionally, there are doubts that not every word can be understood:

"No way, is it my 2G network? Dan Zhong slipped away for two years and actually announced it. The casting of srds is a bit persuasive. Isn't your master a fragile, gloomy and light-hearted Japanese beauty? Isn't it the male protagonist who unofficially promoted the American Emperor in CP?" Are you looking for a mixed face to play rukiddingme [bye]”

There is also more direct:

"Hehe, spicy chicken casting, pre-order on the street [very happy]"

Wen Ya has lived for a long time, and his mind is peaceful. Others praise or criticize them, and they all laugh it off. He did a set of stretching, found cold medicine and took it. He took out the marinated beef the night before and put it in a pot to beat the blood. Turn the foam to a low heat and simmer slowly, and then sieve the rice noodles mixed with steamed rice cakes.His rented house is not big, and there is only one gas stove. If he wants to feed two people a meal, he has to make arrangements according to the cooking time, hot and cold dishes, and the heat preservation of the dishes. The kitchen can be arranged properly, so the mind is clear and not in a hurry. When watching the fire, I can turn out the script of "The Strongest NPC in History" to read.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the table book was finished, except for the freshly fried choy sum that hadn't been put into the pot, the rest was almost done.

Makino sent a WeChat message, asking if there was any food missing and if he needed to buy it.

Wen Ya replied, just bring your mouth. After a while, Makino sent another moving picture of Guagua running towards the food bowl.

Wen Ya smiled, washed the fruits and put them on the table, seeing if there was still time, he went to pack a simple carry-on luggage, ready to take it with him in the car at night, and put it in the cabinet at the door.

At three-thirty, someone rang his rarely-heard doorbell.

Wen Ya opened the door, only to see Makino's scarf and mask covering half of his face, holding a washed kraft paper bag in his arms, standing at the door dressed in a handsome schoolgirl who is not afraid of the cold, his bushy brows were white, and when he saw him, he He took off his mask and exhaled a cloud of white air, "It's snowing."

Wen Ya glanced out the window, and there were indeed sporadic snowfalls, so he wiped the snow on his brows casually, and asked, "Didn't you come here by car?"

Makino was startled, hearing his natural intimacy, he couldn't help but feel soft, went into the house and closed the door, put down his things, squatted down to change his shoes, and replied, "You don't have a place to park here, so you've gone around for a long time—"

The corners of Wen Ya's eyes twitched, and he took a clean cup and poured water and put it aside, "Then next time, tell the community security that you're visiting and leave in a while, and he'll let you in."

"Sit down for a while, there's only one dish left."

So Makino sat down at the table, holding hot water, and looked at his small room.

Although Wen Ya's residence is a one-bedroom, it is the kind of uncluttered and extremely comfortable one-bedroom that has been carefully arranged.

The floor is an old floor that has been repainted with wood wax, the chest of drawers is an old-fashioned chest of drawers with copper handles, and there is a clean light-colored carpet on the floor.There is a bathroom on the side next to the door, and there is no TV on the opposite side of the bed, but there is a large bookcase wall with old books, picture frames, green plants, small ceramic animals, and a log-colored desk for computers.A high wooden table separates the open-plan kitchenette from the bedroom. There are several hanging plates of Cézanne’s oil paintings on the wall. The table is decorated with dried flowers. A wooden steamer, small casserole, and beef cold cuts have been set up. .

Wen Ya was wearing an apron tied around his narrow waist. He was concentrating on frying the sauce in the wok, his hands were whiter than the milky white ceramic wok.

Makino has only seen such a small room with all five internal organs in the set of filming. When he came here, he thought it would be cramped, but when he sat in, he sighed comfortably. After watching Wen Ya's cooking for a while, he suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart. .

He caught a glimpse of the script of "The Strongest NPC in History" on Wen Ya's desk, and took it casually, seemingly surprised, "Are you going to record "NPC"?"

Wen Ya put the green vegetables that had been prepared in advance into the pot, and said, "Temporarily make up for the seat, and fly to Wuxi at eleven o'clock."

Mu Ye frowned when he heard the words, "Then I shouldn't come today, you just came back from Changsha yesterday, are you still physically strong?"

Wen Ya picked up the vegetables in the pot, turned around and saw his brows knotted, and smiled, "It's okay, I got up late today, I've had a good rest."

Makino took out the red wine in the washed kraft paper gift bag, took out his mobile phone and said, "You can't drink today. After dinner, you should take a rest and ask Xia Xia to come over early to help you upgrade. You can go to the airport with me at nine o'clock—" —”

Wen Ya turned off the fire, served the dishes, and didn't follow for a while, "Huh?"

After Makino edited the message and sent it to his assistant, he raised his head to see that his eyes were wide open, he looked docile and dumb, and looked out of the ordinary, so he got up and took the plate from him, "You don't know that I am also recording this file Variety show?"

What a coincidence, Makino only signed three issues this season, originally scheduled for three, six, and nine, but the sixth issue ran into time, so he had to move to the last issue.

Wen Ya really didn't know.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Wen Ya sat at the table, propped his head up and watched Makino roll up his sleeves to dispose of kitchen waste, wash dishes and pots.

The heating in the rented house is very good today, and the fatigue accumulated for many days has finally swept away, making his head nod while sitting, and he keeps yawning.

He was a little apologetic, and muttered, "How can you let the guests wash the pot?"

Makino turned around and saw that he was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes. For some reason, he felt a little cute, so he replied casually, "Your kind hospitality, the guests voluntarily take the blame."

Wen Ya muttered again in a low voice, "You don't need to upgrade me..."

Makino said: "There are upgrade coupons, but no one usually uses them, so go to sleep."

So Wen Ya pillowed his arms and buried his head on the table.

Putting the dishes back in place, Makino wiped the water from his hands, put down the sofa bed, carried the person over, and took out the quilt to cover him.

He looked thin, ate little, held him lightly, and was full of tenderness. When Makino put him down, he was a little unsatisfied, and suddenly wanted to hug him again.He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him for a while, feeling a bit perverted, got up and looked through his pockets, and found that he didn't have earphones, and was playing games with the volume turned on, but he was afraid of disturbing others, so he looked through his bookshelves, and saw his bookshelf. There just happened to be "The Journey of the Youth in Danzhi", so I pulled out the fifth volume I had read recently, sat aside and flipped through it.

Wen Ya slept through eight o'clock in the evening, and the neighbor next door was watching the New Year's Eve party, the volume was turned up very loudly, and the singing and dancing sounded happily.

He has chronic gastritis, he can't sleep well after meals, and he wakes up with some stomach pain and acid reflux. When he sat up, he found that Makino was sitting opposite him. He couldn't react for a while, so he asked in a hoarse voice, "What time is it?"

Makino put down the book, saw that he was sleeping with watery eyes, glanced at the time, and replied, "It's eight twenty, you don't look good, are you still sleepy?"

Wen Ya shook his head, pressed his upper abdomen, got up to wash and change clothes, found a tablet of medicine from the bathroom cabinet, and when he came out, his new assistant Li Le just called. Wen Ya didn't expect Mu Ye to meet him yesterday By this time, there was only a thin layer of snow downstairs, and he couldn't be allowed to wait downstairs in winter, he had no choice but to come up.

After hearing him answer the phone, Makino asked, "Is someone looking for you?"

Wen Ya said: "My assistant, just took office yesterday, I forgot to tell you, is it okay?"

Makino didn't care much, and looked at the time again, "The driver will arrive in 10 minutes, let him come up and wait."

Wen Ya nodded, and went to open the door for Li Le.

Li Le came to the door for the first time, carrying a student-like backpack, and brought up two cups of coffee from the convenience store downstairs. His cheeks and ears were red from the cold, and he stood at the door and greeted obediently, "Brother Ya!"

"Come in," Wen Ya said, "There are guests at home."

Li Le probed to look around, and was facing Makino who was sitting at the table flipping through a book, his pupils quivered instantly, it turned out that what the marketing account said was true!

Watching his expression, Wen Ya realized what he had misunderstood. He could not laugh or cry and explained: "He came to my house for dinner, and he also flew to Wuxi, so he dropped in with us."

As a newcomer in the workplace, Li Le naturally nodded in cooperation immediately, "Yes, yes, yes, I understand... Hello, Brother Ye!"

Mu Ye nodded. In fact, he has not yet graduated from university, so he is naturally younger than Li Le. It's just that people like him have far more knowledge and experience than ordinary young people who have just walked out of campus. When they are quiet, their aura is indifferent and stable. On the contrary, they are younger than Li Le. Be more grown up.

Li Le sat down at the dining table, looking like he had a needle under his buttocks, glanced at Muye, Wen Ya, then lowered his head and pretended to look at his phone, his mind racing.

Ten minutes later, the three of them boarded the car. Makino's male assistant Xiao Ding sat in the passenger seat and said hello, "Brother Ya, Xia Xia asked me to tell you that the upgrade has been completed."

Wen Ya had a headache and a stomachache, smelled the smell of leather on the car, and his face was not very good-looking, so he forced a smile, "I'm sorry for the trouble."

Xiao Ding shook his hand, "Brother Ya, you are welcome."

When the car started, Wen Ya sat in the back row, leaned his head against the window, closed his eyes, frowned slightly, and let the lights of the street flow on his face.

Makino looked back at him, asked the driver to turn off the stereo, and sat quietly beside him, took off his coat to cover his body, the warm and open scent of amber perfume wrapped him up, and made him take a deep breath. Tone, feel a little better.

Makino looked at him for a moment, then whispered, "Follow me tomorrow."

Wen Ya was startled, he was a little surprised that he didn't care about the previous trending searches, and didn't intend to avoid suspicion with him.

"I'm fine, just sleepy."

Makino said, "I'm worried."

Wen Ya bent the corners of his lips, and responded softly, "Okay."

Outside the car window, there are still sporadic snowfalls, just like 80 years ago, on the Frost Snow Peak in another world.

His little Changfeng has already surpassed him, and he has grown into a young man with broad shoulders. He practiced his sword in the snow, cutting off the falling snowflakes one by one. the top of his head.

Wen Ya said: "Master is from the North, and he never uses an umbrella in snowy weather."

But he stubbornly held the umbrella for him, "When the snow melts on your body, you will catch the wind and cold."

Wen Ya laughed, "A person who cultivates the Tao is not afraid of the cold."

He shook his head, snowflakes fell on his brows, and said seriously: "I'm worried."

That's what he answered back then.

"it is good."