Didn't you say it's a fake marriage?

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On August 1th, Kyoto No.[-] People's Hospital admitted a new patient.

The ward of the new patient was arranged next to Yao Wenlan. I heard that he was an old artist. Many people came to visit him. He was noisy all afternoon, and the nurse did not calm down after calling several times.

There are young and middle-aged people who come to visit, and it is said that they are all students of new patients. Most of them have just returned from other places, and they are full of travel and dust.The little nurse, who was free, took Wen Li to gossip, and concluded at the end, "I have seen live peaches and plums all over the world!"

Wen Li brought food to Yao Wenlan. He watched her finish eating, packed up the insulated box, and when he was about to go back, he found that there were obviously fewer people visiting from the next door, but there were still people coming in twos and threes.

Looks like a real celebrity.

But no one knows who the celebrity is, and Wen Li is not very interested in it.The next day Yao Wenlan ordered a few dishes, but Wen Li couldn't cook them, so he said to go to the restaurant to pack them and take them with him. Yao Wenlan knew his level and didn't force him, just said yes.

Cheng Mosheng was resting at home, and after listening to Wen Li and Yao Wenlan's call, he asked, "What would Auntie want to eat, how about I make it?"

"Won't it bother you?"

Wen Li was also very greedy for the food cooked by Cheng Mosheng. If the two of them ate at home, Cheng Mosheng would take the spoon. After eating it twice, Wen Li felt that the takeaway was not good, but he was embarrassed to ask Cheng Mosheng to cook for him every day.

It was only nine o'clock in the morning, and Cheng Mosheng hesitated to speak. The little fool's eyes lit up when he heard that he was going to cook, and he pretended to be reserved.For a moment, he suddenly thanked the lazy elder for giving him the opportunity to exercise since he was a child, otherwise he might not be able to see the gluttonous side of Wen Yue.

"Go to the vegetable market together?" He didn't answer directly, but sent an invitation to Wen Li.

Wen Li chick nodded like pecking rice, changed into pajamas, and went out with Cheng Mosheng.

Wen Li is not good at cooking, but he is good at haggling when buying vegetables. When he enters the vegetable market, he feels like a fish in water.

Cheng Mosheng followed behind him with a helpless smile.

A vendor saw Cheng Mosheng and greeted him, "Xiao Cheng is here to buy vegetables today. What do you want to eat? Auntie will pick the best one for you."

Cheng Mosheng pointed at Wen Li: "Look at him."

Wen Yue was looking at the potatoes in front of the stall.

"Auntie, I want two potatoes." Wen Li pointed two fingers at the aunt who sold vegetables.

"Okay!" Auntie tore off a plastic bag and filled it with two of the best-looking potatoes.

"Xiao Cheng, is this your friend? I've never seen you bring anyone to buy vegetables." During the weighing, the aunt chatted with Cheng Mosheng.

"We are married, we are my lover." Cheng Mosheng took the potato from his aunt, scanned the QR code and paid for it.

"Married?" Auntie was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, "It's good to get married, but the matchmakers in this circle will be sad."

Cheng Mo laughed.

He was about to ask Wen Li if there was anything else he wanted to buy, when Wen Li brought a few green onions over, packed them in a bag, and consciously put them on the weighing pan.

"I want to eat pancakes wrapped with scallions tonight." He said, "Can you make them for me? I think the pancakes sold outside are definitely not as good as yours."

Cheng Mosheng said, "Okay."

The aunt couldn't help laughing at the two young people, and handed the green onion to the two: "This green onion is a gift from you, no money!"

"How can this work." Wen Li put the onion back on the weighing pan, asked the unit price, and paid according to the price displayed on the electronic scale, "It's all a small business, and it's not easy to make money."

Seeing his righteous words, it seems that he was not the one who insisted on erasing the twenty cents just now.

Cheng Mosheng had his hands full, watched Wen Li pay the money, and asked patiently, "Is there anything else you want to buy?"

Wen Li looked at Yao Wenlan's menu, "It's gone."

"Then let's go back, it's almost ten o'clock."

"Hey, okay."

Cheng Mosheng packed the food in an insulated box after cooking, and went to Yao Wenlan's place with Wen Li after eating.

Yao Wenlan took a sip and was full of praise: "Which restaurant made this? It tastes really good."

Wen Li said, "Brother Sheng did it."

When Cheng Mosheng heard Wen Li addressing him, he turned his head and glanced at him, but Wen Li didn't notice it.

"Xiao Cheng made it?" Yao Wenlan was surprised, and then looked at his son, "Look at him, when will he improve your cooking skills."

Wen Li pouted: "A family doesn't need two good cooks."

Cheng Mosheng also echoed him: "Xiao Li is right, I'll make it for him if he's hungry, and you can just tell me what mom wants to eat in the future."

Wen Yue was originally talking about it for a while, but he was overwhelmed by his mouth addiction, but when Cheng Mosheng said this, he was shocked in place. Whenever Cheng Mosheng changed his name to mother.

After leaving the hospital, Wen Li asked him, Cheng Mosheng was still holding the incubator in his hand, and seemed puzzled: "Aren't you acting?"

"what?"

"You don't call me Brother Sheng in front of your aunt, and it's the same when you meet your aunt for the first time. Now that we are married, it would be a bit strange to call me Auntie."

"That's right." Wen Li felt that what Cheng Mosheng said made sense, "Then next time I see my uncles and aunts, should I also call them parents?"

"of course."

"Hmm." Wen Li covered his face, "It's so difficult to get married."

"You'll get used to it after shouting a few times." Cheng Mosheng patted him on the head.

On the way back, Cheng Mosheng received a call from Cheng's mother. After hanging up the phone, he asked Wen Yue if he wanted to accompany him to the hospital again.

"what happened?"

"My mother just called and said that an old senior was hospitalized yesterday, and she is now abroad. Let me bring some condolences to visit that old senior."

Wen Li said yes.

He asked again: "When did Auntie go abroad?" She was still in Kyoto a few days ago.

"About two days ago, I guess my dad was pushed to play again, just get used to it."

The old man Cheng Mosheng was talking about lived in the No. 1 civilian hospital, which happened to be the one next door to Yao Wenlan.

The two went back and forth, not knowing what to say.

"My mother called a few minutes earlier, so there is no need to make another trip," Cheng Mosheng said.

"I'm going to buy gifts after all." Wen Li comforted.

"It can be delivered." Cheng Mosheng still felt that Cheng's mother's call was not at the right time.

Cheng Mosheng knocked on the door. This floor is full of single wards, and the space is relatively large. The door is ajar. Wen Li looked inside. There are already many people sitting in the room. An old man is lying on the bed, with his head sideways and What are the people around you talking about.

Someone stopped the two at the door and asked their identities.

The status of the people in the ward is not ordinary, and it is hard to guarantee that no one will fish in troubled waters and come in under the name of visiting.

Cheng Mosheng reported his name, and the man went in and out again, saying that he was rude, and let them in sideways.

Seeing Cheng Mosheng coming in, the old man on the bed asked people to raise the bed so that he could see the visitor clearly.

"Mr. Yan." A special person came to put away the condolences from Cheng Mosheng. Cheng Mosheng explained why Cheng's mother didn't come, "My mother is still abroad. She bought the nearest flight but won't return until tomorrow, so she let me Come see you first."

This bedridden old man, the old artist that the nurse called, is exactly Yan Ruqing, a veteran figure in opera performances today.

Wen Li is not familiar with opera performances, and only accidentally saw photos on the Internet before matching his face with his name.

No wonder there are so many people coming in and out to visit these two days.

After Cheng Mosheng came in, all the other people who were staying in the ward went out, and now there is only one person who looks like an assistant standing by the door.

Wen Li knew that he couldn't get in the conversation, so he stood obediently and silently, pointing his fingers and staring at the ceiling in a daze. As a result, the two people who were talking brought the topic to him within a few minutes.

Indeed, the current ward is very empty, as far as Yan Ru can see, it is either Wen Li or Cheng Mosheng.There was no way the assistant would join their conversation.

"This young man looks familiar." Yan Lao said.

"Old Yan, this is the strike-up technique of the last century." Cheng Mosheng laughed at him.

It seems that this veteran figure does not put on airs, listening to the conversation between the two, Wen Li thought silently.

"It's not a chat, it's really familiar."

"Really, can my little oak look like the face of the public?"

"Look at you, it's on now, I haven't said anything yet!" Yan Lao laughed and waved at Wen Li, "Mo Sheng said your name is Wen Li, Wen Li, I remember correctly, come on Come and sit." He patted the side of the bed, signaling Wen Li to sit on the stool beside the bed.

Wen Li looked at Cheng Mosheng, who also said, "Sit down."

Mr. Yan seems to like smelling oak very much. In his words, it hits it off right away.He even wanted to take Wen Li to sing an opera.

Cheng Mosheng said that this is whimsical.

Wen Yue apologized and said that he was tone deaf and had no artistic talent.There was a period of education reform in elementary school, and music and art were also included in the final exam. The teacher asked them to choose the singing they were good at one by one, and then he sang everyone in a class to sleep.

What he said made Old Yan laugh out loud.

After chatting for about half an hour, the assistant came to Mr. Yan and said that a student came to see him.

Old Yan said let people come in.

Seeing Mr. Yan had students coming, Cheng Mosheng wanted to bid farewell, but they all knew everyone who came in.

It's Xie Xun.

Cheng Mosheng still remembered that he was Wen Li's deskmate in high school, and not long ago he rented Wen Li's storefront to take a scene.

Xie Xun was obviously surprised to see the people in the ward, "Wen Li?"

Relationships are amazing.

"You know each other?" Elder Yan asked.

"We were classmates in high school." Xie Xun said, "But he is much better. Not only is he younger than us, but he also went to college earlier than us. I only worked with him at the same table for three months, and I will know him later. The news is that he has been admitted to a certain university." Apparently, Xie Xun and Yan Lao have a good relationship, "Let me guess, teacher, do you want to pull Wenli to sing opera? Unfortunately, he is in the field of art appreciation. On the one hand, it’s really stretching your hips.”

Mr. Yan said: "You just came here, kid. I waited for you for a day, and thought you forgot my old bone! But when you came, you didn't ask me how I was, but just teased your classmate. Why, I Is it that unimportant?"

"Teacher! This is too serious, how can I." Xie Xun repeatedly begged for mercy.

the other side.

Cheng Mosheng and Wen Yue bit their ears: "This is your classmate who is the actor?"

Wen Li: "Yes."

Cheng Mosheng: "Take good care of you?"

Wen Li: "Yes."

Cheng Mosheng: "31 years old this year?"

Wen Li: "Well, you..."

Cheng Mosheng: "You have not been in contact for more than ten years and you are still so close. You must have a good relationship."

Wen Li: "So-so?"

Cheng Mosheng: "What would happen if I was your deskmate at the time and hadn't contacted you for ten years?"

Wen Li counted with his fingers: "Impossible."

"Ok?"

"The age is not right, you are too old. When you were in high school, I was still in elementary school."

Cheng Mosheng: "..."

Wen Li was puzzled: "Why do you make such an assumption?"

Cheng Mosheng replied: "Just take him as an inexplicable desire to win between men."

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