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Rong Yuheng finished his performance passionately, and he looked down and found that the face of his warm feeder was wrong.

Rong Yuheng reduced his expression, rubbed his head a little bit, "what's the matter?" After he finished speaking, he looked back at the projection screen and suddenly said, "Oh, it's blocking you from watching the movie."

Wen Zezhen almost lost his temper. He added another sum to Rong Yuheng in his notebook, sighed and pulled him back to sit beside him.

"It's okay. You want to take off the vest, how do you take it off?"

The reversal of human settings is a risky move, unlike in a novel and TV series, everyone feels good to see the poor pick up the horse and become the rich. In reality, emotional factors have to be considered, and not everyone can accept it.

Rong Yuheng obviously took this into consideration, "Go step by step. People are always more able to accept what they deduced."

Wen Zezhen nodded, "Okay, I'll take it off for you."

First peel it off little by little, and finally take it off cleanly.

The big white geese who walked voluntarily returned to their nest at noon. Wen Zezheng was cooking in the kitchen, and Rong Yuheng looked around at the condiment box like a tail.

He has never studied Chinese food, can't help, and is embarrassed to sit there, so he can only act as a tool for handing spices. Fortunately, Wen Zezhen did not dislike him, and occasionally boasted.

"Even salt and sugar can be distinguished, my hamster is so smart!"

If it weren't for Wen Zezhen's sincere tone and soft light in his eyes, Rong Yuheng almost thought that this sentence was mocking himself.

Wen Zhongyun, who returned to his nest, appeared again from the kitchen door, "It smells so good..."

Rong Yuheng instantly put aside his unprovoked suspicions about Wen Zezong, and turned around happily, "Uncle, I'm here to bother you again, Ke Keke!"

Wen Zhongyun, "Welcome, welcome, goose, goose~"

In the lively atmosphere of the goose flying hamster jumping, Wen Zizhang's three meat dishes finally came out: winter squash pork, green pepper shredded pork, and Sixi meatballs; he added Dao Su's stir-fried radish to ensure a balanced nutrition. Four dishes were served, and the bone soup in the pot was still simmering.

The tables are full of hot dishes. When the weather gets cold, you can see the white smoke on the table. Rong Yuheng sits at the table holding the white rice, feeling warm in his heart.

Wen Zhongyun turned his head and cried out Wen Zezhen, who was serving soup in the kitchen, "Erze! Come and eat!"

Wen Zezhen responded and brought out the soup. He raised his eyes to see Rong Yuheng, feeling inexplicably satisfied, and smiled.

Wen Zezheng's smile was too gentle, Rong Yuheng saw in his eyes, an untimely sentence came out in his heart: Da Lang, come to have some soup...

Rong Yuheng shook his head vigorously to get rid of these messy pictures. He turned his head and asked Wen Zhongyun, "Does Teacher Wen usually cook at home?"

Wen Zhongyun said, "When he is at home, he will cook, and I will order takeaway when he is not at home. In the past few years, Zezheng was busy making movies. The total time to go home in a year will be more than a month. Rest, so it's better."

Wen Zezhen filled Wen Zhongyun with a bowl of soup and set aside, "I will try not to take so many scenes in the future, so I will choose good shots and spend more time with you."

Rong Yuheng heard him say to accompany "you", but he didn't react at first, until Wen Zezheng also served him a bowl of soup, and Rong Yuheng later realized the taste of the word "men". Come.

Wen Zezheng asked him, "Does it suit your appetite? What kind of food do you like, I'll make it for you next time."

Rong Yuheng had already served the meal and said, "It's delicious, it's good now!"

Wen Zhongyun looked at the way he was grilling rice, and he liked it in his heart. In the past, he and Wen Zezong were eating together, and the latter was not talkative, and I always felt deserted during a meal.

"If you find it delicious, come here often and let Zezheng cook for you-alas, it's just that we are all big men in this room, so I'm afraid you will be bored."

Rong Yuheng gnawed on the Sixi **** and said, "No, it's the same in my house."

Wen Zhongyun and Wen Zetong stopped at the same time.

Wen Zezheng slowed down even his breathing... Is that the same at Rong Yuheng's house?

Rong Yuheng ate and ate. Seeing that the two were silent, he met two complicated and pitying glances as soon as he raised his head.

Rong Yuheng's **** got stuck in his throat. He thought for two seconds, and then explained, "I have only my father and brother in my house now, and my mother is in the sky."

With a "clang", Wen Zhongyun's chopsticks dropped and knocked on the edge of the bowl. His throat moved, before he had time to comfort him, he saw Rong Yuheng take out his phone and said enthusiastically,

"I will show you what my mother looks like in heaven!"

Wen's father and son took a breath together: ... can this be seen?

Rong Yuheng turned out of the circle of friends and squeezed between Wen Zhongyun and Wen Zexang, "Look, isn't it great?"

On the phone screen, a wind-like figure was sitting on the hot air balloon, his face blurred and happy.

Wen's father and son:…………

It's really in the sky.

Rong Yuheng was ignorant of their silence, still excited, "My mother has gone around the world!"

"..."

After a long while, Wen Zezhen squeezed a glimpse of praise from his throat, "Okay... awesome."

Rong Yuheng, "Is it!"

Wen Zezheng asked again with an "um", "Why did my aunt think of traveling around the world?"

Rong Yuheng took his cellphone and sat back in his seat, "My mom wanted to build a wind-powered automatic swing in the garden. My dad didn't let it go, and they quarreled. My dad said, "You can do this, why don't you go to heaven?" Then my mother went to heaven."

...This narrative is full of grooves from beginning to end, as Wen Zhongyun also fell into silence, not knowing how to answer the conversation.

Wen Zezhen remained silent for a moment, and couldn't help but break the silence, "The aunt ran out alone, can uncle rest assured?"

When Rong Yuheng heard the words, he suddenly stopped eating the balls, then pursed his small mouth, "He doesn't...huh."

He tried to say in a calm and relaxed tone, "They got divorced after they quarreled. My dad can't control my mom."

divorce.

Wen Zexuan didn't know what happened. He remembered the video of Haixuan. Rong Yuheng said that he was originally in college, but he had something to do at home, so he dropped out of school and came back.

I think it should be the divorce of the parents.

Wen Zexang doesn't believe that this house-like quarrel will lead to the end of a marriage. There are many reasons for the separation of the two. He knew that Rong Yuheng had just picked the easiest way.

Wen Zezheng felt uncomfortable. He looked at Rong Yuheng as he was immersed in the rice and wanted to put his arms in his arms and rub him. Knead out all those negative things and help digestion by yourself.

Wen Zhongyun kicked Wen Zezhen under the table, condemning him: See if you stepped on the thunder, don't you hurry up?

Wen Zezhen immediately stretched out his hand to Rua Rong Yuheng's head, trying to heal his inner wounds.

Before rua twice, Rong Yuheng raised his head, and there was no strong wound or fragile disguise in his eyes.

Some are just a little hesitant, "Will you wash your hands first... You just had the soup, and you will feel the oil in my hair."

Wen Zezhen gave a meal, "...I'm sorry, I didn't think about it well."

...

After lunch, Wen Zezhen put Rong Hamster back into his nest and showed people around his bookcase.

His bookcase is full of trophies, various limited edition records, and some opera dishes. Rong Yuheng turned it around and found that it was Wen Zhongyun.

"Uncle is really a treasure-level old artist."

"It was not easy for artists of that era," Wen Zezhen said. "They all came out one step at a time. They were all called literary circles at that time, and they are still different from the entertainment circles now."

Rong Yuheng nodded, and when he was about to take a plate out to listen, he felt the phone shook.

After opening it, it was Zhou Shubai.

He sent the news to Zhou Shubai after recording the show yesterday. The latter is probably busy and didn't reply until now.

[Zhou Shubai]: Rong Xiaoji! The young master was filming and only now saw the news.

Wen Zezhen turned his head and glanced at Rong Yuheng, "Have a job?"

Rong Yuheng shook his head, "It's Brother Shubai. We haven't seen each other for a long time. I said when I will see him."

[Rong Yuheng]: Where were you filming? Do you have time to have a meal together, miss you so much!

[Zhou Shubai]: City N, are you coming to visit me?

[Rong Yuheng]: Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow will happen to be free, I will come to see you [猫猫 Probe.jpg]

[Zhou Shubai]: Come on! I asked my brother to treat you to dinner.

... Rong Yuheng's movements stopped for a moment.

[Rong Yuheng]: Your brother? He is also visiting your class?

[Zhou Shubai]: No, he auditioned and snatched my role as the fifth man, so now we are filming in the same crew.

Rong Yuheng frowned: Subway, old man, looking at cell phone.

[Rong Yuheng]: What role do you have now?

[Zhou Shubai]: The second male.

Rong Yuheng:...

He felt that Qiu Jianlun was more like sending Zhou Shubai to his debut.

Wen Zezhen saw that Rong Yuheng's expression was wrong, and couldn't help but say, "What's the matter?"

Rong Yuheng turned off the phone and pressed his temple, "It's okay...Can you let me listen to a record? I want to soothe the disordered nerves."

Wen Zezong was very kind, "Of course it can."

Rong Yuheng didn't stay at Wen Zezong's house tonight because he was going to visit N City the next day. Wen Zezhen wrapped him in a scarf this time and asked him to take it away, saying that he had brought it back from Country F, and he had never used it once.

The beige scarf is warm and soft. Rong Yuheng's entire face was buried in it, and he looked very well-behaved.

Wen Zetong was very satisfied. He finally understood the fun of those girls playing dress-up games.

"It suits you well and looks good."

Rong Yuheng held his scarf and poked his head out, "It's because the owner has a good eye."

Wen Zeleng's gaze stayed on his bright eyes for two seconds, "I think too."

Why don't you fall in love with you?

Rong Yuheng didn't get out of the car right away when he returned to the apartment downstairs in Wen Zezhen's car. He held the big scarf around his neck and plunged into reflection... Every time he went to Wen Zezong's house, he would eat and wrap, like a wild goose plucking hair.

Thinking of this, Rong Yuheng turned his head to look at Wen Zezhen.

The sky was dark, and the scenery outside the car window was dark and black. Wen Zezhen put one hand on the steering wheel, with broad shoulders and a tight body. The button on the neckline was unbuttoned, and the exposed Adam's apple slid up and down twice.

There is really a kind of mature man's sexual tension in it.

Rong Yuheng glanced twice and thought, just buy a tie for Wen Zezong next time. Tie it under his Adam's apple, it must look good.

"What are you thinking about?" Wen Zezhen suddenly asked. The car is very quiet, only the reading light above the head is on, and the warm orange color is very warm.

Rong Yuheng returned to his senses, and saw Wen Zezhen approaching a little bit, and asked in a low voice, "Are you reluctant to bear me?"

Rong Yuheng's heart jumped abruptly, and he withdrew slightly, touching his conscience and answering honestly.

"It's kind of, after all, I'm a sticky hamster."

Wen Zezhen laughed, stretched out his hand and snored at him, "If you want to meet, send me a message anytime, I'll pick you up."

Rong Yuheng's snoring made a burst of electricity from his back, "Aren't you busy?"

Wen Zeleng took the opportunity to unfold his tail feathers, and his feathers trembled twice, "I'm taking care of my family."

The author has something to say: Rong Hamster: I seem to be electrocuted...!

Wen Peacock strode forward and flapped his tail: I can also generate wind power.