Chapter 50

◎Now, we are very familiar with each other◎

This is the second time she clicked into Wen Xu's space. The first time, she mistook him for a small account for congratulations. Looking at the empty space, she clicked into the message board, left a "huh~" and hastily logged off.

The message board had proof that she had stayed there for a second, as if in his world, only the name Du Ningyang existed.

Except...except for the log column, there were several more logs for no reason. But without exception, each one was preceded by a "forward".

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Du Ningyang clicked into these old logs one by one and found that all the links were invalid and the pictures could not be loaded. Pulling down the page, the creator of the log left a message for Wen Xu.

- Brad Pitt: Buddy, do you like Sister Mei too?

-Encore: Yeah

-Brad Pitt: You have good vision, waiting for the championship and runner-up competition, sister Mei, go for it~

-Encore: Well

, it turns out that he also has such a time - likes to watch TV programs and will forward relevant information. Du Ningyang pursed his lips and wanted to watch a few more times. Du Minda's loud voice penetrated the door of the room.

——"It's time to eat, Du Ningyang."

——"Hurry up, the food is ready! Come on!"

"Don't rush, I'm coming," she left Wen Xu's space and walked out of the door.

The fragrant smell of food came to her nose. The crispy fried spiced meat was spread on a large flat round plate, forming a tall mountain. She wanted to use her chopsticks before she had time to sit down.

The tip of the chopsticks just touched the fried meat slices, but she couldn't help asking, "Is there a take-away box? The three of us will definitely not be able to finish it at noon. I'll take some back to eat."

I took some back for Wen Xu to eat.

Fang Fang enthusiastically went into her locker that was so full that it could hardly be closed, and pulled out a thick stack of plastic take-out boxes, saying happily: "Look, here we have them, enough. You usually asked me to throw them away but I didn't, so now they're useful."

"It's only useful for this one time," Du Minda said sarcastically, "When has she ever packed food?"

Du Ningyang rolled his eyes and put some meat into the take-out box, teasing as he did so: "Dad, be careful not to get Alzheimer's. I just told you that you will come back every week for dinner - so I have to pack food and eat at the store every week."

"How do you know if you are lying to us?" The old man choked at what she said, sat down in his seat, put some food into Du Ningyang's bowl, "Sit down and eat."

"I'm serious, Dad and Mom, you two shouldn't stay at home and check your phones all day," she now looked like a parent, sat down and scooped soup into the empty bowl, "You should get out more and exercise, take a walk, practice Tai Chi or something, or at least do some square dancing."

"Your dad always accompanies me to the park whenever it's not raining, and I take a walk. He plays chess with a group of old men," Fang Fang responded, "Don't worry, we're smart."

"What do you mean by a group of old men? We're not very old, okay?" Du Minda yelled unhappily, "What do you mean by a group of old men?"

"Speaking of this, I remembered something. I'll gossip with you," Fang Fang leaned closer to Du Ningyang and lowered her voice, "We ran into your dad's old colleague while taking a walk a few days ago, your Uncle Wu, who drives for the Wen family. He told us that Wen Xu ran away from home." "

Why tell her this?" Du Minda always defended Wen Xu, and hurriedly said, "Let's just talk about it at home. Don't tell your classmates."

The person who had eaten the melon on his head could only pretend to be calm and said "hmm" with no interest at all. Quickly analyzing in his mind, this Uncle Wu should not know much. If he knew a little more, her parents would be in a panic, instead of frying a pot of crispy spiced meat for her to go home.

Fang Fang's tone was very urgent, and she slapped Du Minda's arm suddenly, "Oh, don't interrupt me, Ningning, let me tell you... Uncle Wu said that he was resisting the marriage partner his mother forced on him, so he found a questionable and wild woman outside, and eloped with her!"

"Uh, 'questionable and wild woman'?" Du Ningyang repeated weakly, word by word, "How questionable and wild is she?"

"I heard that she was covered with tattoos, like a gang, and she even fought with her mother in the street!"

It was getting more and more outrageous as he talked, and they even fought. Huaicheng was a big city after all, and the rule of law was still quite good.

"So awesome," Du Ningyang curled the corner of his mouth, "It's pretty awesome that he can beat his mother."

"Don't listen to your mother's nonsense, I don't believe it if I didn't see it with my own eyes. Besides, you are covered with tattoos and you are a tattoo artist. I don't think you are questionable. In short," Du Minda paused, very serious, "In short - I believe in Wen Xu's vision!"

Then he defended Wen Xu to the end, "Besides, his mother's vision in choosing people is not good, Wen Xu's choice must be right."

"Why?" Du Ningyang still had some impression of Xia Zhitang. This person must have done a good job in appearance, and he would not be unlikable if he tried hard.

"His mother chose a bad husband," Fang Fang added, "His father cheated all the time, and his mother kept fighting. In my opinion, they should divorce quickly. Why waste their whole life on this man? Pursuing your own happiness is the right thing to do, but their family is too rich, so they may have concerns about being too rich, such as property division."

"No matter whether they are right or wrong, it is too hard for Wen Xu to be caught in the middle," Du Minda really loves Wen Xu. "His mother completely regards him as a weapon to threaten his father - obedient, docile, and unable to have any personality. So I support him to make a choice. It doesn't matter if he makes the wrong choice. It's not like he can't start over."

Du Ningyang suddenly fell silent. It turned out that he was carrying such a heavy burden at that time. Now, although he has bravely broken free from the shadows, he doesn't seem to be so happy.

That question popped up in her mind again. He avoided talking about it. What was his dream at that time...?

"I get angry when it comes to this," Du Minda was so angry that she even put down her chopsticks. "Do you remember when he was in the first year of high school, we went to Xi Village during the summer vacation. His mother said that after he finished the English test, he could go out and play. But after he went there, she asked me to pick him up. Not long after that, he went abroad. Later I found out that they wanted to learn makeup because he thought this industry was not decent and they were afraid that he would lose his focus on learning it. So they sent him abroad. Not only that, they also got him some bodyguards to monitor him every day..."

"Learn makeup?"

"It should be makeup, I can't remember."

"Special effects makeup?"

"I don't understand this. Are there different categories of makeup?"

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about it anymore," Fang Fang came out to summarize. "Anyway, I hope every child can grow up healthily and do what they like. This time, let's pray for Wen Xu together - I hope he can defeat his mother and discipline his father."

"Yeah," Du Ningyang responded from the bottom of his heart.

After dinner, Du Ningyang picked up the dishes and chopsticks and took them back to the kitchen, put on an apron and washed the dishes. Fang Fang leaned on the side, "Oh, the sun is rising from the west, and I see our little treasure washing the dishes."

"Dad buys groceries, you cook, and I wash the dishes. The division of labor is clear," she said without raising her head, washing the dishes quickly and carefully.

Fang Fang asked again: "Ning, do you want to sleep at home tonight? Go back tomorrow morning, and mom will cook you a midnight snack in the evening."

"I have something important to do when I go back tonight," she replied.

And the so-called important thing is to take out the small appliances and kitchen utensils that Fang Fang had discarded from the sturdy sack one by one, and give them to Wen Xu as gifts.

"Look, with an induction cooker and a pot, you can cook food, cook noodles, and make pancakes."

"The food processor can knead dough, make bread, meat floss, and noodles."

"Hey, be careful with the knife!"

"Have you ever eaten pepper-fried preserved eggs? They're made with this little stick."

"Okay, take your time playing with them! These are enough for you to play with for a while, and you'll take care of dinner from now on, okay?"

Then came a box of milk and a large bag of cold spiced meat brought back from home.

"Get out of the way, bring the air fryer over here," she instructed Wen Xu, "I'll teach you how to use it, - the knob on the top is the time, the knob on the bottom is the temperature, you turn them to 200 degrees for 15 minutes, and then throw the spiced meat in." "

I'm not stupid, I can read numbers," Wen Xu bent down and set the knob according to Du Ningyang's instructions, and then, like a child, he looked through the glass screen in surprise at the spiced meat sizzling with oil.

"Thank you for thinking of me when you came home and bringing me such delicious food."

"Why are you so easily satisfied?" She stroked the top of his head like she was stroking a dog, "Oh, there's one more thing."

"What?"

"On the way back, I looked up special effects makeup," she took out her phone, found a few screenshots and saved them, and showed them to him.

"I don't know if you still want to learn this now... but I want to find some information first. There are several top art academies in China that have opened this major. If you want to go, you have to take the exam again, which is probably a bit difficult. There are also private training schools. In Hengcheng, there are film crews so there are many opportunities to go to the phone. Then there are some foreign schools that need to apply. The tuition is a bit expensive, but you can apply for scholarships."

"Du Ningyang," he called her name seriously.

"I don't mean to discourage you, I just..."

"I know," he stepped forward, leaned down, and gently embraced her, "Thank you for giving me the courage to start over."

"I didn't do anything, I just took screenshots of a few crappy pictures," she was a little embarrassed and just let him hold her.

He analyzed to himself: "You know what I liked when I was a child, so you must have taken the trouble to understand me."

"Well..." This was something she could not deny, "Thank you for liking me at that time."

"It's me who should thank you for giving me a lot of inspiration and courage."

"Is it me who should thank you?"

"It's me who should thank you!"

"Enough," she finally pushed him away angrily, "Let's not thank each other anymore, it's so strange!"

With a "ding--" sound, the spiced meat was cooked, as if agreeing with her words.

Now, we are very familiar with each other.

"Then let's take a closer look at these materials while eating the spiced meat." "Okay."