I became popular after marrying a rebel

Wen Ya was so angry and funny, he thought that he had forgotten to close Weibo with him before, but who would have thought that he would actually use the tuba to surf.

This time it's good, there are no surprises.

Wen Ya continued to open the small window and replied to him: "It hasn't been an hour since the broadcast, and it will be downloaded when it is full. Don't threaten me. Is it over with you?"

By the way, I explained to the viewers who were delighted by the effect of this show and swiped the screen full [hahahahaha]: "My other friend is just kidding with me, please ignore—"

The other side replied: "Off work."

Also comes with a kitty emoji holding hands.

[Wen Ya]: Don't pretend to be cute.

[Wen Ya]: Now pretend you don't know that I'm going back to Beijing, go take a shower, brush your teeth and go to bed, remember to be pleasantly surprised when you see me tomorrow.

[Makino]: I want to watch your live broadcast, but I missed the previous one. Is the stuff in the oven for me?

[Makino]: [Secret Observation.jpg]

The big brother who didn't wait for him to reply to the news also joined in the fun.

[Chaoyang Mass Shi An Yi]: Why don't people reply to me?

[An Yi in Chaoyang Mass]: [Panda Head Angry.jpg]

[Chaoyang Mass Shi An Yi]: What's baked in the oven, bring me some tomorrow.

Wen Ya had a headache for a while, so he simply cut over and said, "There are egg yolks in the oven, I'm making egg yolk crisps, I may not be able to make an appointment tomorrow, and I'll bring you the day after tomorrow—"

The air of kung fu input is full of burnt smell, yes, this time the program effect is really full.

Wen Ya put the phone back on the stand, gritted his teeth and went to open the oven, it was all cracked and burnt.

[Hurry up and beat up the friends who sent you WeChat one by one! 】

Wen Ya: ...The world will be destroyed.

"I'll give everyone a lottery to draw these chocolate-flavored salted egg yolk balls in a while."

【Ha ha ha too cruel】

[I actually want to try it a little bit, pump me and pump me]

[Don't overthink the previous ones]

Wen Ya calmly rolled up the silicone paper on the baking tray, sat down and started peeling the salted eggs again, "Now I'm going to bake the egg yolk again, if anyone dares to disturb me again—"

He pointed to the twenty egg yolks that were roasted black behind him, and smiled at the camera, "I asked him to eat all of these, and I licked the paper clean."

The noodles and pastry had already been baked, so they couldn't be left overnight, Wen Ya still baked the egg yolk pastry overnight.

The wet syrup used for Yunpian Cake is best left to stand overnight, so Wen Ya got out the wet syrup again, got up early the next morning, mixed the cake powder, sieved it, and steamed the cake out.

Although there are some twists and turns in the process, the finished product looks good.Wen Ya took two photos. He originally wanted to post them on Moments, but after thinking about showing them to his little boyfriend, it became an advance notice, so he refrained from posting them, sealed them in food bags, and went to the community hospital to hang today's potion. .

While hanging the potion, he swiped Weibo for a while. The car rollover clip he broadcast live yesterday has been edited, because it was forwarded to the homepage by several entertainment big V, and it received more than 5000 reposts. Highly praised the comments and suggested contributing to the fried kitchen Group, all of the following are hahaha, by the way, who is this little brother.

Wen Ya: Wronged and hated!

Just as I was about to post my finished picture on Weibo, my phone suddenly received a call from an unfamiliar number.

Wen Ya frowned, connected the phone and asked, "How are you?"

On the other side could only hear a burst of light and shallow breathing.

Wen Ya asked again, and then the other end of the phone slowly called him, "Son."

"I am mother."

Wen Ya didn't expect it, even though the past had long since been let go, he couldn't help but feel palpitations.

He asked: "What's the matter with you?"

The other party hesitated for a moment, and said, "It's nothing, I just want to ask you whether you will go home for the Chinese New Year this year."

Wen Ya frowned, and didn't understand why she asked such a question. Since he went out to work for ten years, he would go back every year to celebrate the New Year with his uncle's family and grandma. On the contrary, it was his mother who, in his impression, might not be able to see her for a few years. once, but still answered truthfully:

"Reply, I am the car at thirty o'clock."

The opposite party sighed, seemed to be quite distressed, hesitated for a long time and did not speak.

Seeing that the potion was almost finished, Wen Ya waved to the nurse, and interrupted her hesitation directly, "You can speak directly if you have something to say."

The other end of the phone sighed again, "Okay, then I'll get straight to the point."

"Can you not go back to celebrate the New Year this year? You have a lot of friends in Beijing, you can get together and have fun together, so you don't have to worry about—"

Wen Ya lowered his eyelids, watched the nurse pull out the needle swiftly, thanked him softly, and then said flatly to the other end of the phone: "I'm going back to see my uncle, to see my grandma, I have to go back no matter what. , if you really don’t want to see me, you don’t have to go back by yourself.”

After speaking, he hung up the phone.

When the other party called again, he immediately turned off the phone and put it in his pocket.

Because, he saw a familiar Range Rover seven seater outside the glass door of the community hospital, and his little boyfriend jumped out of the car fully armed with a hat, sunglasses and mask, and walked towards him with long legs. come over.

Wen Ya was a little surprised and pleasantly surprised, and asked, "How did you find it?"

The little boyfriend opened the door, pushed him into the car, covered him with a small blanket, and stuffed him with a small pillow, and replied calmly: "Intuition."

The small blanket is made of wool, with delicate tentacles. Wen Ya squeezed a corner of the blanket in his hands, and unconsciously relaxed, "Then what are we going to do now?"

Makino got into the car from the other end, leaned over to fasten his seat belt, helped him on the back of the neck and kissed him when he got up, "There is no good place to go, so I have to go to my house, okay?"

Makino's residence is near Wudaokou, not a famous star landmark like X Maofu and X Yushanzhuang, but it is only [-] minutes' drive from Nortel, the environment is good, and the security is considered good.Wen Ya stood in the elevator, holding hands with Muye as they should in a relationship, watching the numbers jump one by one, suddenly thought of something, and confirmed: "Your home you mentioned should mean that you live alone now. place, right?"

Makino clasped his fingers tightly and shook, "This is the case at the moment. What, are you willing to move here?"

Wen Ya: I don't even know how to answer these words.

Fortunately, the elevator opened the door with a timely "ding".

The elevator in the residence directly enters the house. Makino changed his shoes and brought him a new pair of cotton slippers. Wen Ya raised his head and saw a minimalist picture of a snow-capped mountain with dead trees hanging on the entrance. With a thought, he asked: "You chose this painting?"

Makino also looked up, and replied casually: "The fake painting was bought at Sotheby's autumn auction one year, and it was made by Qing people after Fan Kuan."

Seeing the smile on Wen Ya's face, he suddenly said: "At that time, you and I lived on the snow mountain."

Wen Ya nodded, suddenly his heart softened like cotton, but he just smiled and walked into the room without saying anything.

Makino didn't know what he was laughing at, so he went to the kitchen to get him the health pot that he had just dug out today. The local snake, the orange cat Guagua, collapsed into a cat cake on the cooking table. When he saw him coming, he said softly "Woo Aww" sounded.

Makino took a handful of Guagua's head shell, lifted it up and put it on the ground, and followed behind with a pot filled with warm white fungus soup.

Wen Ya asked, "Did you cook it?"

Makino nodded, and poured half a glass for him, Guagua skillfully came over and pulled Wen Ya's trouser leg, so Wen Ya bent down to pick it up, and walked around.

The house here in Muye is a four-bedroom flat, with two south and two north, Wen Ya squeezed the cat's little pad, turned around and asked, "Can I see your study?"

Makino: "You can watch it in your bedroom—"

Wen Ya laughed and said, "Why are you looking at your bedroom?"Pushing open the door of the study room, one can see neat and neat bookshelves and a workbench on each side, extending from the door to the window, all of which are in a minimalist gray and cold color, only a picture of an old man with broken patterns is placed out of place on the bay window. The piano was spotless, apparently just taken out of the piano bag.

Wen Ya put down the melon, stretched out his hand to caress the body of the piano, Fuxi style, fir wood, flowing water, just like the one he used to have.

He sat down by the bay window and put the piano on his lap to test the sound. Although he didn't have any nails, he could still feel that the sound of the piano was good, clear and mellow.

He dialed a few more notes, thinking that the piano in his previous life was a gift from the brother in charge, and the music was taught by the senior sister. When he was away from the Lingshan sect, he knew that he was ashamed of the master, so he only left a letter on Shuangxue Peak. He didn't even take the piano with him, and he never saw each other again until his death. Thousands of feelings rushed into his heart, and his eyes turned red before he knew it.

Makino walked in, saw him like this, reached out and touched his head, and saw that he didn't speak.

Wen Ya slowed down for a while, then walked out of his emotions, raised his head and smiled at Makino, "This piano is not bad, do you want to hear me play it?"

Makino nodded, "It's a gift for you."

Wen Ya replied softly: "I like it very much." After finishing speaking, he played a few times, it was a very peaceful and happy tune.

Makino sat down and felt the mountain wind with snowflakes gently blowing over his cheeks, which were slightly moist but not cold. The air smelled of paper, ink, flowers, and the spicy sweetness of hot ginger glutinous rice balls. Someone reached out and gently brushed the snow on his brow.

At the end of the song, he said, "Go home."

Wen Ya nodded, put down the guqin, and briskly came down from the bay window, stretched out his hand and slowly caressed his eyebrows, then hugged his neck, and took the initiative to get closer and kiss him like a dragonfly.

But Makino held his waist tightly, hugged him onto his lap, and kissed him back forcefully.

The two kissed reluctantly for a while, and when they parted, Wen Ya touched his forehead attached, and said, "Unfortunately, I didn't prepare any present for you."

Makino bent the corners of his lips, and his usually cold and indifferent eyebrows and eyes were soft and bright, and said seriously: "You brought egg yolk cakes and cloud cakes, which count as two gifts, and I still owe you the same in return."

Wen Ya was amused in his heart, and just about to speak, he heard him continue.

"The second gift, I actually thought about it a few days ago."

"Wen Ya, do you want to terminate the contract with Judian and sign with Xuanhe?"