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Chapter 86 Drunk

Regarding Rong Yuheng’s unceremonious words, Wen Zezheng kindly chose to be tolerant.

When the two get home, it happens to be a meal. Rong Yuheng held the small bag and probed his head behind Wen Zezhen. As soon as the latter opened the door and entered the hallway, the big white geese in the living room heard the sound and leaped towards them with their wings.

“Erze brought the child back?”

Rong Yuheng responded happily, “Uncle, I’m here!”

Wen Zezhen changed his slippers, turned around and took the bag in Rong Yuheng’s arms into his hands and walked into the house, “Dad, Rong Rong brought you a bottle of good wine.”

A tall adult man was missing in the hallway, and he immediately became spacious. Wen Zhongyun leaned close to Rong Yuheng and rubbed his hair lovingly, “Come here, what else to bring with you!”

Rong Yuheng’s hair was rubbed and stood up again. He said “Kekeke”, “Mamatuo I brought it here ”

In Wen Zhongyun’s mind, the vaguely ascended figure appeared in the photos of the past.

His rubbing motion paused, and then he said, “Thank you so much.”

…

Wen Zezhen put down his things, changed his clothes and went into the kitchen. Rong Yuheng wanted to follow up to help, but was dissuaded.

Wen Zezhen took out the ingredients from the refrigerator, unpacked and cleaned, and his movements were smooth and unobstructed.

Rong Yuheng was silent for a moment when he saw this, and then said softly, “I feel like I’m in a fairy tale.”

Wen Zezong was feeding beef, and a melody suddenly sounded in his mind when he heard that:

I would like to become, in the fairy tale, the angel you love…

His back trembled slightly, and even the movement of the code material slowed down, “What fairy tale?”

Rong Yuheng, “Alice in Wonderland.” He felt that Wen Zezong was a god, and he was still sleepwalking.

The immortal Wen Zezhen, “…” is fine.

After confirming that he was useless, Rong Yuheng retracted back into the living room. Wen Zhongyun was sitting on the sofa holding a computer watching a drama. Seeing Rong Yuheng coming over, he immediately waved, “Come on!”

Rong Yuheng ran over, “What’s the matter, uncle?”

Wen Zhongyun turned the computer screen, and to the former, it was “Su Yi Ke Xing”.

Rong Yuheng was caught off guard: hiss…!

“Su Yi” is broadcasted in two consecutive episodes at 8 o’clock every weekend, and now it has been broadcast to the fifth episode. In the first dozen episodes, almost all of Rong Yuheng’s plays in the gang, Wen Zezhen rarely played, so he did not expect Wen Zhongyun to follow the drama.

“Uncle, why do you watch it? Teacher Wen will not have more dramas until after 14 episodes.”

Wen Zhongyun, “Goose ha ha ha what’s so good about him, I just want to see your acting.”

Rong Yuheng immediately held his heart flattered, “I didn’t perform well!”

Wen Zhongyun commented objectively, “Fortunately, this doesn’t test your acting skills very much.” After all, the performance is true.

Rong Yuheng: … he seems to be connoted!

The two of them were speechless for a while, and finally Wen Zhongyun took the lead to break the silence, “By the way, I haven’t thanked you for the last Weibo account.”

“…”

Rong Yuheng suddenly became more silent! Why did he forget that there is still such a topic!

Wen Zhongyun was still chattering, “But who the **** stolen my account? I checked it after I registered, but there were more microblogs calling everyone to respect the author-how does it feel like a good person, a good deed?”

Rong Yuheng was panicked, but his face was as steady as an old dog.

Hearing the words, he immediately showed his lifelong silly bullshit, “Perhaps a certain **** descended to the world and used your Weibo account to bring justice.”

Wen Zhongyun thought for a moment, but he was actually persuaded. He even tried to explore in this direction, “Which **** will use my Weibo…”

Rong Yuheng did not dare to speak, he was afraid that he would blurt out: God of Cooking.

At this moment, “God of Cooking” Wen Zezong is still preparing rations for the domestic hamsters and big white geese in the kitchen. The latter two, who were waiting for feeding, sat side by side and chased the TV series “Su Yi Ke Xing”.

Seeing my face on the screen has a very strange feeling, especially when this “self” is still in another character.

Rong Yuheng lay on his knees and probed cleverly, Wen Zhongyun seemed to be able to see through his thoughts, “Does it feel amazing? It’s like looking at a stranger who looks the same as himself.”

Rong Yuheng said, “It’s kind of. Although others say that I’m very close to the role, I still think it’s very different.”

Wen Zhongyun sighed, “I used to watch Zezheng’s play, and I have this feeling. He has played too many roles, and I sometimes think when I look at it, is this my choice? But seeing the characters suffer. , I feel distressed again-so even if it is a role in a play, as long as Zerong is played, it is difficult for me to distinguish the two completely.”

Rong Yuheng had never experienced this kind of feeling, and now he showed a confused look…

When Wen Zhongyun saw this, the tiger touched Rong Yuheng’s head, “You will also play a variety of roles in the future. You have a good foundation and make rapid progress, and your play will become wider and wider.”

He paused and said, “If one day Zezhen brings some small emotions because of a certain role you play, my uncle hopes you can understand him.”

Only then did Rong Yuheng understand what Wen Zhongyun meant: He was afraid of conflicts between himself and Wen Zeleng.

Rong Yuheng was quite moved, and Wen Zhongyun’s thoughts were really delicate.

His moving tears were about to well into his eyes…Suddenly there was another sudden pause. Wait, why does Wen Zhongyun want to tell himself this? Is it because he found that Wen Zezhen likes himself?

Rong Yuheng couldn’t help being taken aback. He couldn’t help but glanced at Wen Zhongyun with a guilty conscience, but the latter just rubbed him lovingly, without any hint of temptation.

The warm and harmonious atmosphere mixed with a little excitement between the two ended up with Wen Zezong’s serving plate. The latter also surrounded his waist, which looked very smoky.

Rong Yuheng’s little heart throbbed: Damn, the owner surrounded by meat is so **** charming!

The three of them went to the table. Wen Zezheng brought a goblet and served the wine brought by Wenqin. Under the light, the wine color was clear and attractive, and when the wine poured into the bottom of the glass, there was a beautiful arc.

Slightly drunk alcohol mixed with the aroma of fried steak, permeated the small dining room. Wen Zhongyun took the lead to raise his glass, “Welcome Xiao Rong home, and thank you Erzhe for the loving meal-Happy New Year’s Day everyone!”

Rong Yuheng and Wen Zezong raised their wine glasses and touched him. The walls of the glasses collided with a crisp, light sound, and a few drops of the mellow wine splashed in the air, and then fell into the glasses.

“happy New Year!”

Rong Yuheng took a sip from the wine glass. The taste of the wine was very mellow, and the mouth was smooth, almost sliding into the throat against the tongue coating. After a few seconds, I tasted it carefully, and it was still a bit sweet.

Wen Zhongyun also took a couple of sips, and couldn’t help but smash it, “The taste is balanced, it really is a good wine!”

Wen Zezong put down his glass and turned to Rong Yuheng, “How about it, are you used to it?”

Rong Yuheng licked his lips when he heard the words, the tip of his tongue was wrapped in sweet wine, and the lower lip was moisturized.

Wen Zezhen fixed his gaze on his lips for two seconds, then retracted his gaze and fell on the beef in his plate. His blade cut the tender beef with delicious gravy and made a slight noise in the white porcelain plate.

“That’s good, don’t drink too fast.”

Rong Yuheng raised his chin, “I know ”

Wen Zezong’s cooking skills are indeed good. He remembered that Rong Yuheng didn’t like to eat raw or cold food, so the steak that was fried was not bloody, but it was not old.

Rong Yuheng took a bite and couldn’t stop. While biting his steak, he took the wine next to him as a drink. After drinking a cup, he rudely pushed the empty cup in front of Wen Zezhen, motioning the latter to fill himself.

Wen Zezheng was obviously shocked while holding a knife and fork-can his little hamster drink so much? ?

“Don’t drink too quickly, this wine has stamina.”

Rong Yuheng pursed his mouth unhappily, and gently kicked Wen Zezhang from under the table, “You look down on me!”

Wen Zezheng quickly poured the wine for someone, “No no…”

Wen Zhongyun who was on the sidelines, “…”

The child seemed to be getting more and more presumptuous-although he didn’t mind. But it seems that there is such a slight abnormality?

Wen Zhongyun wanted to remind Wen Zezhen to pay attention. He patted the latter’s arm, “Eh, I choose…”

Wen Zizong gave him a helpless look, then raised the wine bottle to fill it with people, “You too, drink less.”

Wen Zhongyun, “…” No, he didn’t want to drink more.

Wine is always on the top as you drink it.

After eating, most of the matching pasta soup was left, and the situation on the table fell out of control.

Wen Zezhen didn’t know how things developed into the way it is now–

On his left hand, Rong Yuheng had already jumped onto the bench and raised his wine glass to sing loudly. The bright wine glass reflected a dazzling light under the bright light!

On his right hand, Wen Zhongyun lay all over the dinner table, kneeling on the chair with his two legs, his whole body bends forward in frustration, and he was still muttering something in his mouth.

And the bottle of wine on the table was about to bottom out.

…Wen Zezong’s temples jumped suddenly.

He stood up, trying to hug the crumbling Rong Yuheng first, but the latter was quite uncooperative, and even launched a sonic attack at him, “Pokokokokoko…!!!”

Before Wen Zezhen had time to fight back with force, Wen Zhongyun on the other side was suddenly hilarious again-saw the latter’s upper body flattened on the table suddenly bouncing up vertically! Maintaining an upward posture with both hands, staying still in the air for two seconds, and then violently shaking, “Goose ha ha ha ha ha…!!!”

Wen Zezhen: Ha ha ha.

Rong Yuheng heard a string of goose calls, as if some kind of switch was turned on, and the whole person was energized. He took a deep breath, bent over and put the wine glass on the table with a “clam”, and stood up straight again, proud of the audience.

“Next, from Bel Canto Wang Rong Yuheng, I will bring you a film and television song that washes the soul!”

When Wen Zezhen below listened to the words “movie song”, a long-lost sense of ominousness suddenly rose in his heart. Before he had time to stop the attack of the former, he listened to the familiar singing voice streaming from the top of his head:

“It’s hard to deduce the injustices of ancient cases

I can’t tell enough, my heart is unwilling to cry woo woo woo heaven…”

Wen Zezong got stuck in his throat with a sigh of relief—it really was “Dou E’s Injustice”!

On the other side, Wen Zhongyun’s eyes lit up, seeming to be inspired by some kind of inspiration. He shook his arms to the rhythm and babbled the opera “Dou E’s Injustice”. The whole person was like a seaweed, swaying slowly in the wind… …

“Could it be that the famine and disaster victims were separated

Could it be that they flew to misfortune and die ”

Wen Zezong felt that he was just a little short of his life on the spot.

The nightmare that he had flashed in his mind for a while, actually came true on such a family reunion night!

The old and the young are passionate but unexpectedly and harmoniously after singing two completely different pieces in harmony, then the hi dance mode begins again.

Wen Zhongyun opened his arms around the table and stepped on the dancing spot happily, as if dancing on a bonfire, “Xiao Rongrong, uncle likes your square dance!”

Rong Yuheng took off from the stool and the young eagle took off and landed on the ground. He knelt on one knee and propped his arms on both sides. He raised his head lonely, “Uncle, I’ll take you!”

After the two reached an agreement, they danced a bonfire square dance around the dining table in a clockwise direction.

Dancing arms! Cheerful rhythm! Mixed with the aroma of beef that has not yet dissipated!

Rong Yuheng and Wen Zhongyun clapped their hands and jumped around the table twice, feeling uneasy again. After a two-second pause, they simultaneously turned their gazes on Wen Zezong——

The latter had shrunk into the corner of the dining room at some point, trying to hide himself in the shadows.

But now, he failed.

Rong Yuheng pointed to Wen Zezhen in surprise, and turned to Wen Zhongyun and said, “Oh my old buddy, there is a little guy there!”

Wen Zhongyun was also pleasantly surprised. He dragged the unloved Wen Zezheng to join their happy family, “Really! Look at his little face, it seems to be angry ”

Rong Yuheng was severely poked into the laughing spot, and a burst of rampant laughter broke out in an instant, “He is angry Kokokokoko!”

Wen Zhongyun laughed so hard that he couldn’t afford to laugh, and he almost slid to the ground with a smile while holding Wen Zezhen, who was standing upright. “Funny goose goose goose goose!”

Wen Zezhen grabbed Rong Yuheng, who was almost turned upside down, with one hand, and greeted Wen Zhongyun, who was almost slid with one hand, looking at both of them was death…

He is too indulgent of these two people.

After finally waiting for Wen Zhongyun to get tired, Wen Zezhen dragged the former back into the bedroom. Wen Zhongyun fell asleep almost as soon as he touched the pillow, snoring with his lips.

…

Closing the door to his bedroom, Wen Zezheng walked back to the dining room with heavy eyes-there were still hamsters swimming on the dining table.

He opened the dining room door with a sound, and saw Rong Yuheng lying on the dining table, his head almost buried in a plate that had not yet been confiscated.

The most amazing thing is that Rong Yuheng seems to realize that he can’t put his head in, so he swims while avoiding the plate to breathe…

Wen Zexuan almost laughed angrily.

He walked forward in twos or twos, and pulled the person off the plate a bit by the collar of the former, “Didn’t you say you haven’t been drunk?”

Rong Yuheng did not respond to him at all. He turned around in the direction where the collar was lifted, rubbed his back against the tabletop, and his clothes were pulled to one side, revealing a white belly, and his small belly button looked pretty cute.

Wen Zezhen only glanced at it and lost his temper again.

He helplessly rubbed Rong Yuheng’s belly, “Be good, stop making trouble, take a shower and go to sleep.”

Rong Yuheng lay backstroke on the table, “I won’t go, I’m still swimming in the ocean of joy.”

Wen Zezong said, “…” No wonder he wants to swim.

It’s quite logical to be drunk.

Wen Zezhen couldn’t help but squeeze his little face and tugged, loving and hating,

“I have to suspect that you are deliberately punishing me. You say, what do you think of me?”

I don’t know which nerve was pricked by this sentence. Suddenly he sat up straight on the table, and forced him loudly at Wen Zezhen.

“You…your **** is not cocked enough!”

The author has something to say: Wen Zexuan: Today, on New Year’s Day, the family is reunited, but I was forced to listen to the chorus version of Dou E’s Injustice, and I was dragged around in circles.

Rong Yuheng: Eh…rhyme, rhyme! Hiccup

Wen Zezheng:…