After such a trouble, whether Pan Guofei and Si Yajing's marriage can continue to be maintained is a big question mark, according to the meaning of meekness, it is naturally better to have a long pain than a short pain, and it is best to kick that dirty man. But he also understands that divorce is not as simple as a TV show, and there are many practical issues to consider. Wen Liang can take care of Si Yajing in work and life, and there is no need to worry about material things. But as a social person, in addition to material, what you need is the respect of others, the recognition of colleagues, the appreciation of leaders, and a kind and friendly social environment, but in Qingzhou in 95 years, a divorced beautiful woman, I don't know how many covetous eyes, how many right and wrong are involved, and rumors are enough to kill.

What's more, there is Tutu, who is just four years old......

It was precisely with these realities in mind that Si Yajing still swallowed her anger and struggled to maintain her crumbling marriage even though Pan Guofei humiliated her in every possible way. In her heart, she kept telling herself that all Pan Guofei's grievances stemmed from men's exclusivity and jealousy, which actually showed that he still loved herself. But today, Xia Minru's appearance has lightly broken through the last line of defense she has fictionalized for herself.

When the only reason to insist is no longer valid, the choice becomes imminent

The three of them walked a long way, and none of them spoke. Si Yajing's expression was flat, and she couldn't see her thoughts, but the hand held by Wen Liang was cold and terrifying. Tutu curled up in Wen Yu's arms, her little head lying on her shoulder, she didn't really understand what had just happened, but she also knew that the bad father was bullying her mother again, and her mother was very sad.

Tutu was also sad......

The little girl's eyes blinked, and she bit her lip so that she didn't cry, that kind of strong and strong appearance was really distressing.

Wen Yu deliberately broke the dull atmosphere, and said softly: "Teacher Si, Tutu is afraid that he is hungry, I know that there is an old shop, and the white-cut chicken made is delicious......"

Si Yajing stopped, pulled out her slender hand from Wen Liang's palm, and gently stroked Tutu's hair, her mother's love and tenderness were undoubted.

"No, let's send Tutu to her grandmother's house first."

Wen Liang nodded, this situation is not good, and then go back to the family building of the Post and Telecommunications Bureau, raise his hand to stop a taxi, and turn to the direction of Huaihai Road.

Tutu's grandmother's family Wen Liang had come before, and that time he also met Pan Guofei when he sent Si Yajing home, Liu Tianlai and Ji Su were also there, everyone broke up unhappily, Si Ya returned to her parents' house quietly, and avoided Wen Liang for a while. I didn't expect this time to be like this again, I really don't know if it's Wen Yu who is unlucky, or Si Yajing is unlucky, it seems that every time Wen Yu appears, it will make Si Yajing's life have an additional situation, and her body and mind will be harmed by Yanzhòng, is there really any certainty in the dark?

But my original intention was to help her solve the problem

Wen Liang leaned on the telephone pole in front of the residential building, looking a little helpless. After a while, Si Yajing walked out of the corridor, changed into a light cyan tunic top, black skinny jeans, her hair was tied behind her head with a rubber band, and a few strands of bangs hung down between her eyebrows.

Simplicity is amazing

This is a home dress that Wen Yu has never seen, the dignified and beautiful of different teachers, and the different mature and enchanting, as if the perfect fusion of beauty and temptation, between gestures, the dazzling people are dazzled.

Si Yajing walked up to Wen Liang, didn't care about his stupid gaze, took his hand familiarly, and walked towards the end of the street.

"Teacher Si, you ......"

"Call me Sister Yajing," Si Yajing smiled back and said, "You just called me like that, I'...... I am very happy. Let's go, find a bar and drink. ”

Wen Liang didn't expect to hear the word drinking from her mouth, and stared for a moment, until Si Yajing showed a pleading look, then he sighed and said, "Okay, but I'll choose the place." ”

"Well, be lively"

Qingzhou's bar industry has not yet formed a scale, the famous Zishi Street is currently only eight or nine bars in business, from time to time you can see some avant-garde young men and women walking around on the street, the tall neon lights have been lit up, the whole Zishi Street is shrouded in a bizarre night scene, although it is not deserted, but it is not warm enough. Wen Liang called the security secretary and asked which store was under his name, and then took Si Yajing inside.

Safety first, these days the gangsters have nowhere to go, bars, dance halls, bathing centers and other places have become their foothold, and they are most likely to have disputes and quarrels. In addition, the people of Qingzhou are fierce, and if you accidentally rub someone's female companion on the dance floor, you may get more than a dozen beer bottles, not to mention that you deliberately find faults, and the fight is absolutely big, and the bloody effect is full. ,

The two found a remote corner to sit down, Wen Liang asked the waiter to order a glass of Baileys liqueur, Si Yajing looked very calm, but she grabbed Wen Liang's hand and betrayed her heart. Wen Liang smiled: "Don't worry, it's a friend's shop, nothing will happen." Since you're here, relax, don't think about anything, listen to music, drink a little wine, life, it's actually quite beautiful."

It was the first time for Si Yajing to come to this kind of place, and it was natural to be frightened, after listening to the gentle words, looking at the boy's gentle smile, she really put her mind at ease and looked at the surrounding environment curiously.

I have to say that the security secretary, or Ye Zhiwei is indeed very talented in management, aside from the style and taste, in terms of level and layout alone, this bar called Shenhai Light has gone beyond the geographical limitations of Qingzhou, with subtlety in publicity, and simplicity in luxury, and it has a bit of a petty bourgeois atmosphere unique to big cities.

No wonder before nine o'clock, the crowd began to pour in, Wen Liang probably glanced at it a few times, and found that there were several beautiful women, and their clothing and temperament were far from being comparable to the vulgar fans in ordinary small bars. Of course, if nothing else, Si Yajing, who is dressed in casual home clothes, must be the brightest light in the deep sea.

Wen Liang asked the waiter to order a glass of Baileys for Si Yajing, but he only asked for a glass of soda: "I don't know how to drink, just drink a glass of water." ”

It's not that he deliberately pretended to be B, but he was worried that Si Yajing was in a bad mood, and he obviously wanted to use alcohol to anesthetize himself, if he couldn't persuade him later, in this kind of place, there must be someone to stay awake......

"If you don't come, if you say that you can't make wine, I still believe it, and if you say you can't drink, even those little girlfriends of yours won't believe it, right?" Si Ya gave him a quiet look, learned to be meek, and snapped her fingers at the waiter. This delicate little action appeared on her body, and the impact on Wen Liang was no less than a nuclear explosion.

"What is the strongest wine you have here, give him a drink"

Si Yajing's appearance tonight has always made Wen Liang very worried, if she cries, it will be fine, the more she pretends to be casual and laughs, the more Wen Liang is worried.

"I really can't ......"

"Listen to me tonight, okay?"

Wen Liang was defeated again under Si Yajing's eyes, and nodded helplessly to the waiter. When the wine came up, Wen Liang looked at the waiter with a smile on his face, and was so angry that he wanted to scold his mother. The waiter served the "One Drunk Fang Xiu", a set of seven glasses, all of the bar's most popular spirits, agave, Chivas Regal, vodka and several other drinks that could not be named. This way of drinking is very famous in the Qingzhou bar in later generations, seven glasses of wine are matched at will, not the best, as long as the strongest, it belongs to a way of arrogance and tragedy. It's easy to understand the arrogance, why is it tragic, because seven cups down, no one thousand can't be taken, so under normal circumstances, "one drunk party rest" is used to deal with rivals in love......

The waiter is used to seeing this kind of guest, and in order to fill his head in front of his female companion, he can only stare and swallow it dryly after suffering a dumb loss, and this commission is in hand tonight. Wen Liang glanced at him and knew what this guy was thinking, but he didn't bother to bother with him, so he waved his hand to pass the matter.

Si Yajing held the wine glass, closed her eyes, raised her head and drank it all. Baileys is thick and sweet, about 20 degrees, but it is also very uncomfortable to drink in such a sip. She choked for a moment, carefully savored the fiery sensation of the liquid slicing through her throat and soaking into her lungs, and after a moment she opened her eyes, with a trace of deep sadness hidden in her eyes, and quickly disappeared, tilting her head, looking a little cute, and said, "This wine is very delicious...... Why don't you drink it? Don't be fooled, I'm all drunk......"

Wen Liang smiled and took a sip of wine.

"No, you have to drink it all, I'll accompany you"

Si Yajing didn't wait for Wen to react, snatched a cup of tequila from the set meal in front of him, and quickly took a big sip.

"Ahem, ahem......"

Si Yajing's tears flew out, Wen Liang hurriedly handed over a glass of soda, patted her back, and said softly: "This wine is a bit strong, drink it slowly." ”

Si Yajing looked at Wen Liang with teary eyes, and seemed to return to the past years in a trance, the same careful person, the same gentle voice, but became unrecognizable between turning around. She smiled bitterly and poured the remnants of the glass into her throat, strangely enough, but this time she didn't cough again.

Wen Liang frowned, it was not a way to go on like this, and she was thinking about how to start untying her heart knot. Si Yajing noticed Wen Yu's silence, reached out and took a glass of Chivas Regal again, her eyes were foggy, and she said in a low voice: "Wen Yu, don't ask anything, don't say anything tonight, I'm not your teacher, and you're not my student...... Drink with me. ”

No matter what time and space, the bar will always be the most passionate and seductive place in the city, where the tumbling lights are blowing, the sometimes ambiguous and sometimes surging music sounds, the swaying men and women on the dance floor, the low-hanging gasps and wanton screams, the madness and indulgence of youth, are fully vented here. Si Yajing let go of her body and mind, and devoted herself to the great cause of drinking, one glass, two glasses, three glasses, and after a while, she had already drunk eight glasses of wine, and then continued to order and drink. The two talked a lot, sang a lot of songs, and even hugged each other and dangled a dance on the dance floor when the slow rocking music played.

As Si Yajing said, tonight, there are no teachers and students, only men, women, and wine in the cup

(I changed and changed, and I couldn't write the feeling I wanted...... Very depressed...... The balls are tangled, and this state is written and pushed, will it sweep everyone's interest...... ）