[Deyun Club] Capturing the soul

Although Zhang Yunlei promised well that he would obediently rest at home, but as a workaholic, he was ready to work just a week after he was discharged from the hospital.

Wen Meng didn't quite agree at first, but he also understood that as an artist, he needs timely exposure. Since it is a job he likes, he can only support it. He kept telling him not to mess around and be careful, so he let him out Work.

As soon as he started working, he couldn't be idle, either recording songs or variety shows. Fortunately, he deliberately reduced the schedule. Wen Meng was quite satisfied, and occasionally went out with him. Now the two of them are not afraid of outside speculation and discussions. They are all being photographed generously, just keeping a certain distance, one in front of the other, never holding hands in front of fans, which can be regarded as giving fans enough room for imagination.

As time went by, Zhang Yunlei's mistresses gradually accepted the relationship between the two of them. The topic of his love was frequently searched, accompanied by various discussions, but he remained unwavering. On marriage.

A year later, the two unanimously posted a photo of their marriage certificate on Weibo, announcing that the Raymonds had officially announced the receipt of the certificate. The beautiful anticipation began to turn into an army of urging babies, and the babies who were thinking about the two of them would fall to the ground soon.

Zhang Yunlei and Wen Meng just held a simple banquet, and then traveled abroad to get married and spend their honeymoon. They also took wedding photos and put them on Wen Meng's INS. Naturally, some powerful fans picked them up. They were originally photographers. Wen Meng's choice of dress and shooting location are both beautiful, coupled with their good looks, not only soured the hearts of fans, but also aroused a burst of admiration and wishes.

And a few years later, as the crystallization of love between the two landed smoothly, fans began to change from lemon essence to nannies again, either telling Zhang Yunlei to take good care of the child, or telling him to show off his baby more. What about him!

Looking at the comments on Weibo, Zhang Yunlei was very aggrieved, and looked at Wen Meng, "This group of fans is too much! I got married and said my wife is our wife, and when I gave birth, I started saying my son is Their son, my daughter is their daughter? What's going on! The little showman is talking about them!"

"...You don't feel tired and panic, it's okay to be jealous of your fans..." Wen Meng didn't bother to talk to him, looking at his pitiful son who was practicing his mouth with a piece of paper in the corner, feeling a little helpless, "It's all How long have you been talking? Are you going to exhaust the child to death?"

Compared to her distress, Zhang Yunlei was an old god. He glanced at the clock and snorted, "It's only been over half an hour. Why are you tired? It's much more relaxed than I was back then!"

"...Don't put what Master did to you on your child. Besides, Xiao Huihui's master is not you, but Brother Yang." Wen Meng rolled her eyes and waved to her son, "Don't listen to your father." Yes, stop practicing, come and have a rest."

"His master is Yang Jiulang and my son, how should I teach him?" Zhang Yunlei looked at his wife disapprovingly, and glared at his son's back, "You dare to try!"

"Zhang Yunlei!" Wen Meng stood up and stared at him condescendingly.

"Hey!" Zhang Yunlei also stood up without fear... and agreed.

"...I'm doing a roll call! Don't talk about cross talk with me, it's home now!" Wen Meng became a little angry. It would be fine if he really quarreled with himself, but he didn't. He followed up differently. I am kidding myself, I have used all those cross talk skills against myself at home, and I can't communicate well at all!

Although the two of them were not at war, the atmosphere was obviously a little tense, but they saw their son Xiao Huihui turned his head, looked at his parents solemnly and said, "Mom, I'm fine, I can still practice."

The child is only six years old. His eyebrows and eyes look a lot like Zhang Yunlei's, but his face is like Wen Meng's. He is handsome and cute. He has a small braid on the back of his head, just like Zhang Yunlei's when he was a child. He is also called "Little Braid" by others. Although he was young, he learned art early. He worshiped Yang Jiulang as his master when he was four years old. Now it has only been two years. Whether it is Guankou or Taiping's lyrics, he can show off a section with a decent appearance, full of talent.

Because of this, Zhang Yunlei attaches great importance to his son's learning path, and has strict requirements on him, even better than his own master Yang Jiulang. Sometimes even his partner feels sorry for the child when he sees it.

Wen Meng naturally understood his thoughts, but she also felt sorry for her son. At such a young age, she had no time to play. She went to school to study, went home to learn art, and learned other talents on weekends. Children of the same age have less time to play, and lost the innocence and happiness that children should have. "Xiao Huihui, mother knows that you like to learn arts, but you are still a child, you can have time to play, understand?"

"Mengmeng," Zhang Yunlei didn't want her to spoil her son too much. A man naturally wants to be able to stand up to the sky since he was a child. How can he act like a baby in his parents' arms? How can he become a great weapon in the future!

"Mom, I really like reciting the mouth and singing songs. I want to talk about cross talk on stage like my father, so that everyone will like it and be happy." Xiao Huihui shook her head, facing her mother's kindness, unexpectedly Declined.

Wen Meng couldn't help being a little speechless, looking at her son's stubborn little face, it was like seeing Zhang Yunlei when he was a child.

"Hey, as expected of my son, after all, he is diligent and studious." Hearing his son's enthusiasm, he couldn't help walking over and touching his son's head, and praised, "As long as you can memorize this passage, Dad will take you to San Francisco on weekends." Qing Yuaner, let you come on stage and sing, okay?"

"Really? Good!" Upon hearing this, Xiao Huihui became even happier, and quickly turned her head to face the piece of paper hanging on the wall, and continued to recite.

"..." Wen Meng couldn't help but rolled her eyes, sat on the sofa angrily and looked at the stubborn father and son, she really didn't bother to pay attention to them.

One is a workaholic, one is a studyaholic, both love cross talk so crazily, they are really biological father and son!

She was sulking when she saw the door of the inner room being slowly pushed open, and a little girl in a pink nightgown came out rubbing her eyes and murmured softly, "Mom...Dad..."

As soon as he heard his daughter's voice, Zhang Yunlei, who was standing next to his son, rushed to the door, leaned over and hugged his daughter, coaxing softly, "What's the matter, baby, did you have a nightmare? Dad is here Well, Dad is here, don’t be afraid, be good~”

Seeing this scene, Wen Meng felt a little headache. She never knew that Zhang Yunlei was actually a slave to his daughter. He doted on his daughter, Xiao Lucky, to the heavens, but he was extremely strict with his son, Xiao Huihui. The two children were treated differently. , it's rare that the son is not jealous at all, and he also dotes on his sister, sometimes it makes her feel unbalanced.

It is said that the daughter is the little lover of the father in the previous life. I don’t know if I put this on others, but I don’t know if I put it on Zhang Yunlei. What a sweetheart, a little beauty, it’s sweeter than talking about myself , I just came here casually, and I didn't feel ashamed to panic!

Wen Meng didn't bother to talk to him, so she just started looking at her phone. She didn't want to talk to Zhang Yunlei, nor did she want to care about her son. As for her daughter, since her father was coaxing her, she might as well do her own thing.

After coaxing his daughter in his arms for a while, Zhang Yunlei felt relieved when he saw that Xiaoxing was smiling again. He carried her to the sofa and sat down. Then he saw that his daughter-in-law's complexion was a little pale. After thinking about it, he looked up at his watch and thought for a while. He said to his son, "Okay, let's come here today, play with your sister and watch cartoons."

Xiao Huihui turned her head, saw that what Zhang Yunlei said was true, nodded after thinking about it, happily ran to her sister, took her little hand and went to the other side of the sofa, turned on the TV, brought up the cartoon, and the two children concentrated on it looked up.

Seeing that they were watching TV, Zhang Yunlei moved to Wen Meng's side, leaned over to look at her, and said carefully, "Are you angry?"

Wen Meng ignored him, continued to look at her mobile phone, turned her head to the other side, not wanting to speak.

Zhang Yunlei was a little helpless. He glanced at the children and found that they didn't pay attention to the situation here, so he put his arms around her and said, "Don't be angry, I know you love the children, but we have all come here in this business, and my son has This talent will only get better in the future, huh?"

"Talent is a good thing, but he is only six years old, and he can't even have time to play every day. He needs to maintain the innocence and liveliness that a child should have, instead of talking and reciting storytelling like a young and old man." Let's talk, Wen Meng also chose to compromise, put down his phone and looked at him directly, speaking earnestly, "He wants to go to school, learn art, and also need to relax. I know you want him to do this job. I have no objection. As long as the child is willing, he I am in favor of whatever I do in the future, and I have no other requirements for him, nor for you, except that he must study hard and take the university entrance exam, even if it is not a famous university, he cannot give up halfway."

Wen Meng admits that academic qualifications are not that important. There are high and low academic qualifications in the Deyun Club. Even Zhang Yunlei's academic qualifications are often used by everyone, but his vision, morality and character are impeccable, and he knows how to behave in the world. , but generation after generation, until now, any art is all about knowledge, we can't make children like him, stop reading art books, right?

"I know, I know, I didn't intend to let the child stop studying and just talk about cross talk, okay, I promise you, I won't force him to practice endlessly, let's stop in moderation, okay?" Zhang Yunlei understood what she meant and did After giving in, he quickly coaxed her, "Then don't be jealous of your daughter, okay?"

Talking well and talking is not serious anymore, Wen Meng rolled her eyes at him and snorted, "Who is jealous of my daughter? You think I don't want to be jealous of you, don't be smug!"

"Come on, you, can't I see it? You are also my heart, my baby, my good wife~ ah," Zhang Yunlei likes to see her stubborn mouth that refuses to admit it, what do you think How do you like it so much, whispered in her ear, "My husband will love you, love you and pamper you at night, ah."

"Go aside, there's nothing good to say!" Wen Meng blushed slightly, pushed him away and got up and went to the kitchen, "Look at the child, I'm going to cook."

"Okay," Zhang Yunlei looked at her back and couldn't help but smile happily.

Over the years, he has taken out all the steel plates in his body one after another, and his body has recovered better than before. Although he is not jumping around, he can walk freely and twist at will.

More importantly, he was finally no longer the one who was always down there!

His son, Xiao Huihui, was there when he was not recovering so well. When his daughter was lucky, he turned over to be the master and succeeded in creating a baby. If it wasn't for the pain of Wen Meng's childbirth, Zhang Yunlei felt that he could continue He successfully created a baby, but he is already very satisfied and happy with a son and a daughter.

A family of four is reunited, which is God's best gift to make up for him.

On the weekend, Zhang Yunlei fulfilled his promise to his son and took him to Sanqing Garden. Naturally, Wen Meng and his daughter were also with him. The group appeared at the gate of Sanqing Garden, and the waiting fans greeted them one after another. The camera is aimed at...

Little Huihui and Little Lucky.

Wen Meng subconsciously protected her daughter's face, but she was relieved. Over the past few years, fans have not left Zhang Yunlei just because he got married and had children. Instead, their support for him has risen from individuals to families, and even began to transfer to their children. There were a lot of photos taken, but no one posted the photos of the private life of the two children on the Internet. Sometimes even Wen Meng admired the strict discipline.

When he arrived at the backstage of Sanqing Garden, Yang Jiulang was already waiting. Seeing his family of four coming, he was a little speechless, "Tsk tsk, what about it? Don't bring this kind of thing, drag the family and show affection, scare anyone who has no wife and children ah?"

"Shut your mouth, I know you have a child, don't be silly, my apprentice hasn't been a teacher yet, you hurry up and make arrangements, what do you do if no one wants the name of Zhang Yunlei's first disciple?" Zhang Yunlei He looked a little unconvinced.

"What's the rush? Didn't I wait for Xiao Huihui to be four years old before accepting my apprenticeship? Come on baby, let the master have a look." Yang Jiulang waved to the little apprentice, hugged him in his arms, and looked at Wen Meng again, "Hurry up and bring my daughter-in-law here to make me feel rare."

"Go away! What are you, daughter-in-law! You are so beautiful!" Zhang Yunlei quickly stopped Wen Meng's movements, hugged his daughter in his arms and refused to give him, "My daughter will marry a handsome man in the future, but your son can't." Ah, don't be smug."

"...I don't want my sister to go to the master's house either..." Xiao Huihui blinked her eyes solemnly, and begged her parents.

Wen Meng couldn't help laughing.

"Hey, Zhui'er, you two are fine, let's work together to hate me, right? Now that your legs and feet are good, you can run and jump, you will be good at it, right? Okay, you wait for the stage, wait I'll poke you to death!" Yang Jiulang was gearing up to defend himself.

As for the other seniors, they have long been used to the rivalry between the two partners. Dong Jiuhan even moved a chair for Wen Meng to keep it far away, so as not to splash all over his body with saliva, and it would be difficult to wash when he goes home.

The two of them had had enough quarrels, and when it was time to go on stage, they cooperated with each other tacitly. After a paragraph, the thunderous applause made Wen Meng feel a little emotional. Even after so long, they are still lovable nine Braid, in this life, never forget your original intention.

At the final return, Zhang Yunlei brought his son onto the stage as agreed, and also carried his daughter up. Wen Meng didn't want to disturb the fans, so she stayed backstage.

Not long after, I heard Xiao Huihui's immature voice greet everyone, "Hi everyone, I'm Xiao Huihui, and I'm six years old this year."

Immediately, the audience shouted, "Why are you called Xiao Huihui?"

Xiao Huihui said solemnly, "Because my mother said, in memory of Yunleihui, I am called Xiao Huihui, and because I was lucky enough to meet my father

Dad, so my sister is called Little Lucky. "

The following suddenly burst into laughter, accompanied by sour sighs, which made the whole Sanqing Garden even more lively.

Zhang Yunlei chatted with everyone for a few words, and beat his son, when he heard Xiao Huihui's immature child's voice float out of the tone following the rhythm of the son——

"The beautiful scenery of Hangzhou is unparalleled in the world, the exotic flowers and plants on the shore of the West Lake are fragrant in all seasons, and the spring outing at Su Causeway is full of peach blossoms and willows..."

The serious Legend of the White Snake replaced Zhang Yunlei's usual tricks, and it also reminded Wen Meng of when he first met him.

At that time, Zhang Yunlei, who was wearing a blue coat, lowered his eyebrows and smiled slightly in the camera, like a gentleman, elegant and delicate.

Perhaps that momentary casual glance had already made her yearn deeply.

Or that occasional smile that is unforgettable.

I only wish that the king's heart resembles my heart, and I will never let go of love.

Who do you say Acacia is given to?

Acacia bestowed, Zhang Yunlei.

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The end of the second master

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