don't be alone anymore

*Mother*

……

If you lend your wine glass to others when attending a banquet, then when you need to toast, you will face the embarrassing situation of having no wine glass in hand...

When the eldest uncle took the lead in toasting to wish grandma a long life, there were two wine glasses in Wen Yang's hand, one filled with orange juice, and the other filled with wine lees glutinous rice balls.

Half of the wine lees glutinous rice balls were drunk, but this wine glass originally belonged to Jian Muzi...

When Wen Yang got up and took the wine glass, from the corner of his eye, he noticed that Jian Muzi, who also got up beside him, lost the wine glass.

"I'll help you get a new one."

She didn't know if she would be able to catch up with this toast when she got it back.

In desperation, she did look at the wine glass in her hand, but she also drank this glass of orange juice just now...

The people who were struggling for a few seconds obviously didn't notice, and the people on the side smiled slightly.

Jian Muzi directly picked up Wen Yang's other wine glass that was placed on the table... That glass that originally belonged to her was now filled with less than half a glass of glutinous rice balls with distiller's grains.

"Come on, let us wish the old lady good health and a long life!"

The shocked Wen Yang froze in place because of the fright.

When everyone clinked glasses, her glass was still stuck in front of her...

She watched Jian Muzi's lips close to the edge of the glass...

Watching Jian Muzi take a sip of the sweet soup in the glass...

At this moment, Wen Yang felt that countless nerves all over his body exploded on the spot!

What the hell, Jian Muzi!

Why drink from the cup I drank from? ? ?

But Jian Muzi had a calm expression on her face, and even raised her eyebrows at Wen Yang afterwards.

In Wen Yang's heart, only a line of English letters ran across: Ohmygod!

Countless words of "Ohmygod" flooded her thoughts instantly.

In addition to being surprised that Jian Muzi drank the cup she drank...

More importantly, is she despising herself?

The cup she drank from...

What she drank "over"...

Why did Jian Muzi just take it and drink it directly?

Wen Yang looked at Jian Muzi with a bitter face, feeling disgusted by him countless times in the interior.

But she can't question or rant...

why are you drinking from my cup ? ?

It's too easy to misunderstand this kind of words, right?

Then I have to explain to Jian Muzi...

I don't dislike her, but simply dislike myself?

The consequences of these words were quickly considered in his mind.

In order to avoid Jian Muzi's misunderstanding, Wen Yang finally swallowed the complaints that he disliked himself.

However, the other party involved in the sudden incident shook the glass in his hand as if nothing had happened.

"What's wrong?"

Wen Yang's throat immediately choked.

Come on, this guy is really amazing.

But someone who is not very good, she Wen Yang...

It's impossible for her, Wen Yang... to like it.

Wen Yang pursed his lips, and glanced at the wine glass shaking in the other party's hand.

"It's nothing."

Immediately afterwards, in order to show that my reaction just now was just to dislike myself...

Regardless of whether Jian Muzi misunderstood or not, Wen Yang immediately took the glass in Jian Muzi's hand, and settled the remaining glutinous rice balls with distiller's grains in the glass in two or three gulps.

There will be no next time.

Wen Yang thought to himself.

Never be so gluttonous again.

What little glutinous rice balls with distiller's lees... let it go to hell.

……

Seeing Wen Yang approaching the wine glass and drinking up the sweet soup in the glass, Jian Muzi was also slightly startled for a moment.

It's not that she never thought that Wen Yang would take the wine glass...

It's just that when this thing really happened, she was still in a trance for a while.

In particular, the area where Wen Yang was close to the wine glass happened to be the area she touched just now.

Before going out today, Jian Muzi rarely wore light makeup.

The place where the surface of the glass was just sipped, and her faint lip marks...

She watched the other party get close to her lip print, and she didn't realize it at all...

Jian Muzi pursed her lips unnaturally, her lower lip tight...until the other party's lips left the glass.

Her ears seemed to be red a lot too...

……

During the second half of the birthday banquet, Wen Guodong was watching the movements of the two people around him.

Whether it's her own daughter or her daughter's best friend, the atmosphere between the two...

strange.

Yang Changrong once commented on his daughter in this way.

Wen Yang's high emotional intelligence and romantic cells have indeed inherited the genes of the old Wen family.

Well, since he inherited the genes of the old Wen family, it stands to reason that Wen Guodong is the former Wen family with high emotional intelligence and full of romantic cells.

Such a Wen family, looking at the two little girls interacting "well" at the dining table...

No matter how old he is, his daughter is a little girl in his eyes.

And my daughter's good friend is naturally another little girl.

Wen Guodong is not ignorant of his daughter's thoughtfulness and caring.

If compared with his mother-in-law, Wen Guodong naturally wouldn't care.

But if compared with Jian Muzi...

The old father didn't have the treatment, but the good friend did?

This seems a little strange...

And the airflow between the two girls is also a bit strange...

Before the banquet ended, Wen Guodong finally got the chicken soup that Wen Yang handed over to him.

This is the only moment when the daughter takes care of her old father today...

Wen Guodong twitched his lips, but he was still a little petty while comforting him.

Everyone in the room got chicken soup, and he had nothing to be proud of.

When seeing himself as a father, the first thing Wen Guodong ruled out was that he was an adult who could support himself.

Facing Wen Yang, Wen Guodong would automatically classify himself as his father in his heart.

In addition to the father, it has to be an "old" father...

Can't the old father expect some care from his daughter? ? ?

……

According to Aunt Wen Yang's words...

Mom's sobriety at the birthday banquet today.

Either the father appeared, or the younger sister Yang Changrong appeared.

However, just after the banquet was over and it was time to see off the guests, the old lady became unconscious.

The old lady grabbed Wen Yang and the eldest daughter so tightly that their arms turned red, but they still refused to let go.

The aunt explained a lot to the old lady.

Today is the old lady's birthday, everyone came to help the old lady celebrate her [-]th birthday.

The confused old lady looked around the banquet hall, and then watched the waiters coming and going to clear the plates... insisting that she had celebrated her [-]th birthday.

On grandma's 2th birthday, Wen Yang was only two years old.

Wen Yang, who is more than 2 years old, and Yang Changrong, who is in his twenties...

The old lady with empty eyes glanced at the woman she was holding by her left hand, and then at the woman she was holding by her right hand.

"Where's Changrong? Where's my little girl? Today I celebrate my birthday, why didn't my little girl come?"

The three people around me were startled when they heard the old lady say this.

Auntie didn't expect it, Jian Muzi didn't expect it, Wen Yang didn't expect it...

The [-]th birthday that the old lady mistakenly thinks... remembers the youngest daughter who should be present, and forgets that the youngest daughter has been sacrificed for many years.

Wen Yang's hand supporting grandma trembled slightly, and the sharp-eyed Jian Muzi immediately touched her arm.

She looked at Jian Muzi, shook her head, and signaled that she was fine.

"Grandma... My mother went to work today, she went on a mission, and she's not at home. I came here on her behalf. Look at me, I'm a sheep~"

"Sheep?"

The old lady looked at Wen Yang for a while, with a puzzled expression on her face.

"Who is Yangyang? Where's Changrong? Where's Changrong? I haven't seen Changrong for a long time. Call her over."

The uncle and uncle also heard the movement from the old lady's side... The two hurried over, pushed the old lady's hand away with some force, and helped the old lady go to the side.

As the old lady walked away, she kept muttering,

"Where's Evergreen? Boss! Tell your little sister to come here! I haven't seen her for a long time, let her come here."

"Hey, okay, Mom. I'll call my little sister in a while, you sit here for a while."

……

Jian Muzi was by Wen Yang's side.

Wen Yang sat back on the sofa in the banquet hall, and she followed suit.

"Wen Yang."

The last thing Jian Muzi knew how to say in her life was comforting words.

A person who is not good at wandering in interpersonal relationships and is used to being single, when she encounters Wen Yang who has been brought up by sad things, she suddenly panics and doesn't know how to comfort her.

Wen Yang turned his head and smiled at Jian Muzi when he heard the sound, stood up and patted Jian Muzi's shoulder.

"I'm really fine, Jian Mumu, don't think too much...I mean, you don't have to worry about me. Really."

"Okay, I'm not worried about you. I just want to ask you, which side will you go back to later?"

Both have night shifts.

This moment is just used to change the subject.

Wen Yang pretended to think for a while,

"It's getting late. Send grandma home in a while, and then go back to work."

"Do you want to hitch a ride when you go back to work?"