Don't Be My Old Man [Entertainment]

When Yang Li came out with Fengchun and Yangliu in his arms, he immediately saw the beautiful jewelry on his mother's body.

It goes really well with mom.

In comparison, the one I bought before seems a little too shabby. It seems that I need to improve my aesthetic taste.

Yang Li thought so.

"Here we come." Father Yang had already cleared the table, put a few cups and a few plates of appetizers that had been prepared, and waited for Yang Li to bring the wine over.

Seeing the posture of the three of them, Yang Li inexplicably felt that he seemed to be a head shorter.

Well, this is an illusion.

"Dad, you guys are really well prepared." Yang Li couldn't help but compliment, "The speed is quite fast."

"Where is it faster than you?" Yang's father gave Yang Li a suspicious look, "The front foot told me to be single until death, and the back foot is that career and love are settled, and even the wine is brewed."

"Hey, this, I can't stop the fate when it comes." Yang Li put down the wine, looked at Father Yang innocently and said.

"You're poor, come over and pour the wine." Papa Yang beckoned, "We wanted to drink the wine when you brought it back, but we have endured it until now. In order not to let your mother see it, I directly gave the wine cellar to you." It's locked. Those professors came to our house to sit, but I didn't open it for them!"

They haven't even drunk the wine their own son brewed for their partner, so how could they generously serve it to the guests?

No matter how impartial and selfless people are, they still have their own little thoughts.

"Okay, then drink the wine I made first." Yang Li came over with a good temper, gave Zheng Wushu a reassuring look, and opened the altar Fengchun under the watchful eyes of his parents.

Father Yang's attention was half on Fengchun, who was about to open the altar, and half on Zheng Wushu who was next to him.

When Yang Li was in bloom, Zheng Wushu had a completely different smile on his face from the polite smile just now.

The proud expression on his face made people's eyes hurt a little.

However, when young people are very emotional, it is normal to have such a performance.

Father Yang will not admit that he is a little jealous.

Such a bastard son, as long as someone wants it, he won't be sad and lost!

Soon, the fragrance of Fengchun filled the living room.

"It's a bit like the willow brewed by your father, but it's very different." My mother is also a half-expert, and she has been familiar with it for so many years, and she also has her own set of skills in wine tasting.

But even though Mama Yang had drunk a lot of good wine, when she saw Fengchun, she still had a lot of anticipation on her face.

"Little fence, you've made progress."

The previous son could not brew such wine.

How can the wine brewed with nothing to do be the same as the wine brewed wholeheartedly for the lover?

Just looking at the wine, you can tell how much Yang Li has put in it.

"It's okay." Father Yang managed to squeeze out three words, "As far as the color and smell are concerned, my diary is not a free loan to you."

"Dad, Mom, don't rush to draw conclusions, drink and see first. Wushuang, you drink a little too, but don't drink too much." After Yang Li and his parents finished talking, they turned their heads and told Zheng Wushun, "Tomorrow we will drink again." There is an exchange meeting, you have to adjust your state well."

The plan that Father Yang had made long ago was demolished by his son before it even started to be implemented.

Where did this go? The son's elbow turned outward?

Papa Yang was a little unhappy.

But when Yang Li handed the wine glass to Papa Yang, Papa Yang "reluctantly" took it.

As a winemaker, it is impossible to refuse a good wine that is offered to your mouth.

"I'll just try it." Father Yang held the wine glass to his lips with an unnatural dislike in his tone.

Yang Li was a little nervous.

Although Fengchun has already been praised by the judges and teachers, for Yang Li, the winemaker he admires most is none other than his father.Don't look at Yang Li who doesn't have much respect for Father Yang, but whenever he has something good, he always sends it home.

Most of Yang Li's wine-making skills were learned from his father.

In the past, an apprentice studied with a brewer for many years. Before leaving the teacher, he had to brew a pot for the master to drink.

From a certain point of view, this can be regarded as Yang Li's apprentice wine.

Zheng Wushu probably sensed Yang Li's nervousness, and quietly held Yang Li's hand, Yang Li turned his head and smiled at Zheng Wushu.

Yang's mother Quan pretended not to notice, she concentrated on drinking her glass of wine.

After drinking, Yang's father and Yang's mother did not express their feelings in a hurry, but looked at Yang Li and Zheng Wushu in unison.

Yang Li couldn't help but squeezed in the direction of Zheng Wushu, half of his body was sitting on Zheng Wushu's lap.

"What are you panicking about?" Papa Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Sit down quickly."

"Oh." Yang Li reluctantly got down from Zheng Wushu's lap and sat back in his seat, still feeling a little nostalgic in his heart.When you and Wu Shu are alone together, be sure to enjoy Wu Shu's thigh pillow service!

"I understand your feelings for him from this cup of every spring." Father Yang looked at Yang Li with some relief, "Since you have made up your mind, we have nothing to say."

"Dad, have you drunk it?" Yang Li was really curious.

"You used to make wine, you were a little careless and very casual." Father Yang didn't answer directly, but blamed Yang Li for his previous wine making problems, "If you think about it, you can buy it today. Litchi, if you want to make pomegranate wine tomorrow, you will buy pomegranates, without considering the taste of the season, etc. Therefore, the wine you brew will be a high-quality wine if you are lucky. It didn't take much thought."

"Cough." Yang Li was almost speechless, and he wasn't so miserable.

But in the past, he really took wine making as a hobby, and didn't want to engage in this line of work at all.This line of work is tiring and hard work, and you can't make much money. What's wrong with Yang Li who can't bear such hardship at a young age?

"But in this altar, all these problems of yours have disappeared." Father Yang couldn't help but sigh, "I won't comment on the taste of the wine, but I drink out your heart."

At this point, Father Yang began to talk cliche again: "If you have such a qualitative attitude before, as long as you persist for a few years, why worry about your wine-making technology not improving? But it is a good thing to have a breakthrough now. You are different from me. If you have something you want to pursue, and the world you see is different from what we see, I won’t force you. Some of the apprentices recruited by the family are not bad, and I plan to train them well.”

"Hey, thank you, dad." Yang Li knew that this was what Dad Yang said from the bottom of his heart, as long as his dad didn't force him to inherit the family business, everything would be fine.

There are so many beautiful things in the world, and so many unimaginable good wines.

Rather than staying in one place and repeatedly studying wine-making techniques, Yang Li is more willing to travel around the world to taste different wines.

This is purely a question of philosophy.

"Since you're with Xiaolili, can I call you Wushu, okay?" Papa Yang turned to Zheng Wushu and asked.

"Of course Dad." Zheng Wushu called out politely.

"This altar doesn't have a lot in spring, but we can't drink it all in one sitting, how about drinking three cups first?" Father Yang said with a smile, "It's still early, we can get up tomorrow."

"Dad, this is not..." Yang Li immediately wanted to go up to stop him.

"It's a rare time for you to come back." Father Yang held Yang Li's shoulder with a gentle expression on his face, "Wu Shu, after drinking these three cups, I have something good to show you."

"What is it?" Zheng Wushu asked subconsciously.

"When we were young, we didn't have the ability to create any good conditions for the little fence, but we would save a little money to take pictures every year and festival." Yang's father had a wonderful smile on his face, "We have several big photo albums at home, including Yang Do you want to see a picture of Li's colored hair?"

"Colour...colored hair?" Zheng Wushu was surprised.

"Really? There are white, yellow, green, and red. At that time, the brother who had the best time with Yang Li was from a development gallery. He did Yang Li's hair for free and made him a model. It is said that it also attracted many young people. Going to his house." Father Yang began to talk about Yang Li's past, "I remember that Yang Li formed a gang at that time, what was it called, I forgot."

"Dad—" Yang Li's face turned green, he shouldn't wear such a thing.

"Dad, I'll drink the first drink first." Zheng Wushu immediately drank the wine in his glass, filling it up without Yang Li pouring the wine.

"Son, be good, it always happens like this." Yang's mother pinched her son's little face, gloating, "You should have known when you were in the rebellious period that your father must have found an opportunity to release the breath he held back. Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge, your father resisted hitting you back then just to wait for today."

Hehe, Mother Yang was also very angry at her son's rebellious period.

It's not that I didn't report, it's not the time yet.

Yang Li really wanted to pass out, really.

God damn gentleman revenge!

Tonight is destined to be a night full of laughter and laughter.

In the whole family, apart from Yang Li who has no status, Zheng Wushu has already got along with Yang's father and Yang's mother.

From a distance, they are a happy family.

Yang Li spent the whole night in shame and depression.

He regretted it, he really regretted it.

This feeling of regret rushed to the top when Dad took out those photo albums.

"Son, keep your chest up." Mother Yang was still gentle and kind, trying to cheer up her son. "Mr. Lu Xun said that a real warrior dares to face the bleak life and face the dripping blood. You memorized this passage repeatedly. Dozens of times, now it’s just in use.”

No, Yang Li just wanted to recite a passage of "Hamlet" to himself, and he was a tragedy in capital letters.

But Yang Li is Yang Li after all.

Forget it.

What does it matter?

Yang Li thought, I have met Wu Shu and I candidly, and we can see all the parts clearly.I have done such shameful things, what else is there that I dare not face?

Zheng Wushu also has filming experience in women's clothing!

Yang Li's mind calmed down a little.

"Come on, look at this, it's a photo of Yang Li's bare bottom when he was one year old." Dad had already opened the first photo album and pointed it to Zheng Wushu.

Bare butt photo! ! !

Why doesn't he remember that he still has such a dark history?

Yang Li rushed over with a stride, and saw his naked butt.

This idiot is definitely not me!

It really affected my image in Teacher Zheng's heart.

In a hurry, Yang Li even used a title that he hadn't used again.

I don't know if it was because of being drunk, but Zheng Wushu's face was a little red, and his eyes were a little wet. Looking at it made Yang Li want to drag Zheng Wushu into the room.

"Very, very cute." Zheng Wushu felt his heart melt as he touched the photo.

He doesn't really like kids at all.

But the little Yang Li in this photo album is so cute no matter how you look at it.

"He was very cute when he was a child." Yang's father also began to brag, "I'm not bragging, the little fence when I was a child is the best-looking child in our place."

"Dad, I'm also the prettiest one here!" Yang Li was on the sidelines trying to justify his name.

"At that time, there were quite a few families who lost their children near where we lived, and they were all boys." Father Yang recalled those days, and his voice could not help but be a little scared. The baby is very easy to sell, once the child is lost, you never want to get it back."

"At that time, your mother was afraid to go out with Yang Li in her arms. Every day, she felt that the traffickers would target the little fence. At that time, we named Yang Li and used the fence of the fence, because we were farming and growing vegetables in the countryside at that time, in order to be afraid of people. If you want to steal, you will build a long fence around the vegetable field. Your mother gave Yang Li this name because he was afraid that someone would steal him, and that's how his nickname came about."

A child's name is pretty much what parents expect from their child.

At that time, Yang's father and Yang's mother didn't think how promising and capable their son would be in the future, but their only thought was to hope that their son would not be stolen.

But novice parents go on the road, there are also some foolishness.

"If it were me, I would be afraid of him being stolen, and it's the same now." Zheng Wushu followed Papa Yang's words.

Yang Li originally wanted to stop the drunk Zheng Wushu from continuing to look at the photo album, but when he heard Zheng Wushu say this in front of his parents, he still felt a little proud and moved.

No way!

Zheng Wushu should keep a close eye on him, otherwise he will run away when he can't keep it. Where can Wushu go to find someone as good as him?

"Look at this. This was taken when Xiao Lili was three years old. The princess dress looks good, right? At that time, it was popular in photo studios. Both boys and girls had to take such a set. The price is not cheap, but many people go to it. Shoot." Father Yang dug out another black history of Yang Li.

Yang Li silently looked at the sky.

It would be nice if there was a chance to be reborn.

"At that time, Xiaolili was very beautiful, I remember, I didn't force him to wear this little skirt at all." Yang's mother also fell into the memory, "At that time, the students in the class all praised Xiaolili for being beautiful, and Xiaolili's tail was raised I remember that there was a little girl who was beautiful and cute, and she knew how to dress up at home. The classmates praised her beauty more than Xiaoli. Later, Xiaoli saw the princess dress and said that she wanted to wear it, which was better than that little girl. "

"...I don't remember such a thing at all." Yang Li tapped himself on the head.

Three-year-olds know what a shit, they just don't want to admit defeat, and they don't want the attention of the classmates to be on other children.

"Here, this is Yang Li in the fourth grade of elementary school. Because of his gluttony, chewing gum stuck to his hair, and he couldn't wash it off, so he had to cut a short cut. He was still not happy at the time. When he was in the sixth grade, he said Cut yourself bald!"

puff.

Zheng Wushu saw Yang Li when he was in elementary school, and he could understand why Yang Li wanted to shave his head so hard at that time.

It does look like a girl.

At that time, the child hadn't grown up yet, and Yang Li had delicate features, so he was probably laughed at a lot.

"When I was in elementary school, many students in my class excluded Xiaoli because he was much better-looking than his classmates." Yang's mother still felt a little sad when she said it, "Children will instinctively exclude people who don't fit in. During that time, Yang Li doesn't go out to play with others very much, and learns wine brewing from his father at home. In junior high school, he grew taller than others, and won the drinking competition with the one who was the most able to fight in the third year of junior high school, and only then did he start to have friends. "

But also because Zheng Wushu had already become popular all over the country at that time, and appeared on various posters, stickers and stationery as a young knight-errant, Yang Li, who was a bit withdrawn, instantly became the male god of girls in the nearby school, which changed a lot.

"Hey, he started to hate looking like you when he was in high school. At that time, it was about the time when you didn't make a breakthrough in acting and was criticized. He started to disguise himself with all kinds of colored hair, saying that he wanted to be better than you. Tough guy."

What Father Yang was referring to was Yang Li's original photo of killing Matt.

This definition is much higher, after all, the photographic technology is also mature.

There are several photo albums, and each photo seems to tell a piece of Yang Li's past.

Zheng Wushu listened to it at first, it was very interesting, and he was listening attentively, but when he was completely drunk, his speech became a little slurred.

"Dad, I'll send him to bed first, Wushu's drinking capacity is really bad." Yang Li helped Zheng Wushu to stand up.

"Forget it." Yang's father also saw that Zheng Wushu really has a bad capacity for alcohol, "Since he has such a poor capacity for alcohol, I'm afraid he won't be able to escape from your palm in the future, so go and wash him up before going to bed."

"Ah."

"By the way, if you are so drunk today, don't touch your hands. Your mother and I are getting old, and we can't stand the stimulation, and we don't want to listen to our son's corner." Father Yang said slowly, "The sound insulation effect of the bedroom is just as good. Like that."

Yang Li was so annoyed by the words: "Dad, what nonsense are you talking about, am I the kind of person who takes advantage of others' danger?"

"As soon as you wake up, you'll almost be drooling." Father Yang pointed out Yang Li's invisible thoughts unceremoniously, "Go and look in the mirror before saying that."

"Hmph, don't worry, I won't mess around at home." Yang Li said, and helped Zheng Wushu back to his room.

hateful.

The drunken Zheng Wushu looks really delicious.

Usually, Wu Shu and his bed affairs can't be said to be incompatible, but Wu Shu is always worried that he will hurt him, so she is too gentle.

Occasionally, Yang Li wanted to change his style, but it was a pity that they didn't get together enough to develop new postures.

When Zheng Wushu is drunk, he is prone to drama addiction. Give him a "violent" character, and he will quickly enter the state. When the time comes, hehehe, it must be a rare taste.

Yang Li's little plan is very clever, but his father finds out, so he can only eat some tofu secretly.

No way, who told this to be at my parents' house.

"Hey, fortunately it's summer now, let me give you a quick scrub, come on, take off your clothes first." Yang Li talked to himself, and took off his clothes with the cooperation of Zheng Wushun.

Yang Li lived in a bedroom with its own bathroom.

Just put some hot water in the bathtub and help Zheng Wushu into it.

Zheng Wushu leaned against the bathtub and slept soundly.

"You have seen a lot of my dark history in one breath. I have never seen what your house looks like." Yang Li poked Xiao Zheng Wushou unwillingly, "But forget it, I often talked about what you looked like when you were young. I saw it in Li. At that time, I was miserable. When you were popular, I would be besieged by girls, and when you were not popular, I would also be judged by people wearing colored glasses. Can you tell me how I was not rebellious at that time?"

Speaking so carefully, in fact, although Yang Li hadn't met Zheng Wushu much in his previous youth, they were indeed inextricably linked.

As Yang Li spoke, he couldn't help laughing.

This is what people often say about fate.

Because he looks like Zheng Wushu, he really improved his interpersonal situation in the class, and through this, he successfully entered the entertainment circle, and finally got a role, and even met Zheng Wushu, all the way to the present.

It's like walking according to a script that has been written long ago.It's just that the show didn't reach the end, who knows what script he got?

But even so, Yang Li felt that there was nothing wrong with looking like Zheng Wushu, on the contrary, it was too good.

"You are you, you are not me." Zheng Wushu opened his eyes at some point, holding Yang Li's fingers, "You were really cute when you were young, unlike me. I wouldn't smile as happily as you, I won't put on such a scary expression, and I won't shave my head."

"You...are you awake?" Yang Li didn't know how much Zheng Wushu heard, "If you wake up, wash yourself."

"Your gang, I want to join too." Zheng Wushu suddenly raised his hands, "I think white hair looks good, I want to dye it white! Brother, let me join, I'm really not a policeman!"

——This is talking drunk, the focus of the eyes is not on one point!

Yang Li was annoyed and funny at the same time, helped Zheng Wushu, who had been whitewashed, to the bed, and covered him with a quilt. Drunk people are most likely to catch a cold.Tomorrow is the exchange meeting, and I have to get up early to catch the high-speed train. I can't catch a cold at this time.

"Forget it, although you have caused me a lot of troubles in the past, but if I promise you with my body, I will forgive you." Yang Li leaned down and left a kiss on Zheng Wushu's forehead.

"Good night."