Didn't you say it's a fake marriage?

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Mr. Yan was the tutor chosen by Xie Xun when he defended his thesis in college.

Xie Xun studied in the Department of Acting. Originally, he had nothing to do with Mr. Yan, but there are plays in the performances, and operas in the plays. Mr. Yan was hired by the school with a lot of money. He is affiliated with the School of Acting and created a professional course. For the elective course, Xie Xun is the old Yan who he met in the elective course.

At the beginning, everyone heard that the class was attended by a little old man, and they were not interested. The number of elective courses was so small that they almost couldn’t open the class. Later, those who took professional courses excitedly shouted on the school’s confession wall: Go to Yan Ruqing, the little old man’s class. class!There is no loss in investing! ! !

Most of them thought that these people were joking, after all, there were very few students seriously applying for the opera major, but after a while, those who took elective courses also shouted on the wall: Absolutely, really absolutely!

So the unbelieving melon eaters took a class with the mentality of giving it a try. After that, Yan Ruqing's class was full of people who came to the class.

Theorizing any subject is boring, but Yan Ruqing has lived for so many years, and his life experience has been accumulated over the years, and then told by the parties has an unusual flavor.

The students are immersed in the stories he brings. At the end of a class, he will say: "We who study art must not be impetuous. Telling a good story and bringing the best enjoyment to the audience is what we should do .”

Mr. Yan is Xie Xun's good teacher and the guide who led him into this line of work.

The doctor told Mr. Yan to take a good rest, and the assistant would come to remind him every half an hour. The three young people were inconvenient to stay for a long time, so they chatted a few words before preparing to leave.

Before leaving, Xie Xun asked why Mr. Yan was hospitalized suddenly.

Elder Yan replied very indifferently: "As people get older, there will always be something wrong with their bodies."

He was past retirement age when he was hired to teach, but returned to the classroom because he liked the energy of youth.

Now he is almost 80 years old, and he is very old. Fortunately, his students still remember him and have not left him.

Then leave like this, there is nothing to regret.

After the three left, the ward became even more empty, and the visiting students from outside the ward also left. Wen Li looked back before closing the door, and saw Mr. Yan's assistant rolling down the bed. The old man on the bed stared at the ceiling and sighed suddenly .

At this moment, Wen Li finally realized why he always felt that something was missing: "Why didn't you see Mr. Yan's family?" He asked.

It seems that apart from students and friends, there are only assistants around me.

Cheng Mosheng said: "Mr. Yan severed ties with his son in the early years. Later, his only daughter fell ill and died, and the remaining child was taken away by the husband, leaving him alone."

Wen Yue let out a sigh.

"Even if you cut off the relationship and your father is sick, why don't you come back and take a look?"

Cheng Mosheng shook his head: "I don't know the specific situation. These things happened before I was born. What I know is what my mother told me."

"However, fortunately, he still has many students." Cheng Mosheng continued, "Perhaps for Mr. Yan, the students are like his children."

Wen Li looked at Xie Xun. He was on the phone with his agent, arguing with reason, saying that he would take half a day off and resume work tomorrow.

"My teacher is sick, and I just met a classmate who hasn't been in touch for a long time. We have a strong relationship, and we can't ask for leave? Why don't capitalists be so ruthless! Can't you have a free vacation even after being judged by the movie star? Then I want this What is the use of the film emperor?!"

The manager didn't know what to say, but Xie Xun hung up the phone with a smile on his face, and walked towards Wen Li.

"It's still early, do you want to have a drink together?" He asked.

As he spoke, his gaze stayed on the ring on Wen Li's left hand—the ring Wen Li had never taken off, "I wanted to ask last time, are you married? When did you get married? Why didn't you invite me to a wedding? Oh That's right, you probably didn't have my contact information at that time."

Xie Xun asked and answered by himself, but Wen Li couldn't even interrupt.

"Who is your wife? Is she beautiful? How does it compare to the classmate in our class? It can't be the one next to you!" As expected, she is a student of acting, and her lines are strong enough, and she can't speak at all. Give Wen Yue a chance to speak.

So in the end Wen Yue only answered his last sentence: "Yes."

And Xie Xun would say that because Cheng Mosheng deliberately exposed the ring on his hand. As long as Xie Xun looked at him, he would notice that the ring on his hand was a pair with Wen Li's.

"Cough." Xie Xun looked Cheng Mosheng up and down, "If you don't mention class beauty, then he is not as handsome as class grass."

Wen Li rolled his eyes, "Pull you down."

Xie Xun asked again: "How long have you been married, can you still drink the wedding wine? I think it's better to hit the sun than to choose another day. Today is very good."

Wen Yue has nothing to say.

It was Cheng Mosheng who said, "Want to drink? Then I'll treat you."

Before Wen Yue left, he wanted to take another look at Yao Wenlan, but Aunt Zhang said that Yao Wenlan had just fallen asleep, so he didn't bother her, but ran to the tavern with the other two.

Xie Xun yelled the most about drinking, and got drunk the fastest. After drinking two glasses of whiskey, he became a little delirious.

He took Wen Li's hand and said that he wanted to solve a math problem, crying and crying that the classmate in high school got married, his first love ended without a problem, Xiao Hua in the entertainment circle who had been secretly in love with him also had a boyfriend, and Dao Wen Li got married earlier than him, really worthy of it It's Dad's big boy.

Wen Li covered his mouth at the right time, afraid that his words would get worse, and if there were paparazzi lurking around, the headline of tomorrow's Weibo would be #谢兹酒后说真言#.

"Is he still awake?" Cheng Mosheng expressed concern.

"It doesn't look like he's sober." Wen Li said. "Shall we take him back first?"

Wen Li and Xie Xun hadn't been in touch for more than ten years, and he didn't know that this person dared to come out to drink with such a bad drinker.If you're drunk, you're drunk, you don't have a word on your mouth, you say everything, and any paparazzi shoots it, and the marketing account's performance for this month is all there.

Xie Xun really didn't have the self-awareness of being an actor, Wen Li suddenly began to feel sorry for the actor's manager.

Cheng Mosheng said: "Carrying him back will inevitably attract attention. I know the owner of this tavern. There is a resting place upstairs. He didn't drink too much. Why don't you help him upstairs and wait for him to sober up."

Wen Li nodded his head as a sign of agreement.

After Xie Xun was carried to the lounge, he made a fuss for a while before falling asleep.The owner of the tavern and Cheng Mosheng have been friends for many years. Not long after, he also came to the bar and said that he would invite them to drink, so today's order will be waived.

"Then I can pick up a bargain." Cheng Mosheng said with a smile.

"Come on, your young master doesn't care about my little wine money." The boss said and took out a red envelope, "I didn't go when you got married, this is the share money, make it up, and you keep it."

"Since you mentioned it, I'll keep it."

"Take it, what are you being polite about, it's not much money."

Cheng Mosheng took the red envelope and handed it to Wen Li who was beside him, asking him to keep it.

"Yo," the boss looked at Cheng Mosheng's actions and joked, "You handed over your property so soon, why don't you save some for yourself?"

Cheng Mosheng: "You are poor."

Since Wen Li was also drunk at the wedding, after opening two bottles of beer, Cheng Mosheng asked him how he felt and if he could continue to drink.

Wen Li patted his chest: "Yes, I can drink two more bottles of Erguotou!"

Cheng Mosheng was noncommittal, he thought there was a lot of moisture in this statement.

As expected, Wen Li only drank two more glasses of beer than Xie Xun, and he was equally drunk.

However, compared to Xie Xun, Wen Li's wine was much better, and he lay quietly on the bar counter and fell asleep directly.

"Do you want to carry him upstairs to sleep?" the boss asked.

"Isn't there only one room upstairs?"

This is a tavern, there is no extra lounge, the only one is used by the boss to take a nap on weekdays.

"A new bed was added a few days ago, didn't you see it just now?"

Cheng Mosheng shook his head.

The boss seemed to see through his thoughts, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Why, don't worry? Let me tell you about that straight guy who looks straight at first glance. When I went upstairs, I heard him chanting a girl's name. Hey, I won't talk anymore." Looking at Cheng Mosheng's face, the boss raised his hand in surrender, "I'll bring a pillow, it will be more comfortable to sleep on."

Businessmen pay attention to connections, and many of them like to listen to gossip. The tavern owner obviously belongs to the category of gossip.He came down with a pillow from upstairs, watched Cheng Mosheng stuff the pillow into Wen Yue's hands, poured himself a glass of wine, and smiled: "I heard from others that you two met each other on a blind date, and it was love at first sight."

This is Cheng Mosheng's way of dealing with Cheng's mother. The boss will know, and it probably came from another rich second generation.

But Cheng Mosheng did not refute.

The boss is nearly forty years old but has never been married. The reason is that he sees people too thoroughly, which makes him unable to arouse the desire to get married.

He has the tact of a businessman, never offends anyone with his words, and has made many friends, but at this moment he said something unpleasant: "Do you really like him?"

Cheng Mosheng turned the transparent glass in his hand: "Why do you ask that?"

Boss: "I don't think so."

Cheng Mosheng: "Huh?"

Boss: "It doesn't look like a newlywed."

Cheng Mosheng was silent for a moment: "You feel wrong."

The boss smiled and shrugged: "I hope so too."

Xie Xun woke up from the bed two hours later, feeling a little dizzy. Looking at his phone again, he saw more than a dozen missed calls from his manager, as well as 99+ WeChat messages.

[Have you been drinking? ]

[Xie Xun, let me tell you, if you get trending because of drinking and talking nonsense, I can't spare you! ]

[Thank you Xun!You don't really drink, do you? ! ]

[It's over, I beg you to drink wine in a desolate and desolate place, my ancestors, I told you eighteen times and didn't listen. ]

Xie Xunxuan wondered if he had said anything nonsense two hours ago.

Unfortunately, nothing came to mind.

He opened the door and went downstairs. There were a lot of customers downstairs. The tavern owner was leisurely mixing drinks at the bar. Seeing him coming down, he waved to him: "Are you awake? Your friend is also drunk, and his husband sent him off." Go back, let you wake up and go back by yourself, if you take a taxi, he will reimburse you."

Xie Xun:?

He looked around, but Wen Li and Cheng Mosheng were indeed gone.

No way, this couple left him alone in a strange tavern?