I didn't expect that at such a critical moment, advertising was pervasive.

"This host is good, the ad is inserted very well." Yang Sanle said.

"Well, it's so good that I want to kill him." Ziqiao nodded approvingly.

Fortunately, the advertising did not last long, and soon the show started again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back again to who can become a millionaire and to the topic again.

What year was the Beatles' famous single Help, released? ”

"B. 1965, D. 1961.

An English letter, decide five million, Zeng Xiaoxian, please decide, your answer. ”

Mr. Zeng looked at the camera, his thoughts had drifted into the distance, and his mind seemed to flash the rest of his life.

The answer he chose became a millionaire, but he became farther and farther away from her world, so far away that he finally lost contact.

In the eyes of others, his life may be a model of success, but in his own heart, it is a life that cannot be worse.

Looking at the smiling host in front of him, Mr. Zeng became more and more sure of his choice and smiled lightly.

"I choose...... B。 ”

“D？”

As the host, he naturally knew the correct answer, but he didn't expect Mr. Zeng to choose the correct answer, but he still felt that he should have to rescue it, in case Mr. Zeng wavered.

“B，Boy，1965。”

Teacher Zeng calmly said a few words, plugging all the host's back roads.

The host frowned and asked suspiciously.

"You know the answer?"

Teacher Zeng shook his head indifferently, "I don't know, but I've seen the movie." ”

"I don't know what you're talking about, but that's your final answer?"

"That's right." Teacher Zeng nodded firmly.

"Guys, he chose B."

Seeing this, the host must be impossible to drag, so he simply fished for everyone's interest again and increased the ratings.

"The final answer, the famous album Help of the Beatles, was released in ...... 19…… 65 years, B, answered correctly. ”

In an instant, the audience cheered loudly.

Soon, someone handed a huge check and key to Mr. Zeng's hand, of course, it was all fake.

Next, there will definitely be something like a peace contract, and it is impossible to send the money to Mr. Zeng so directly.

No matter how you say it, you have to squeeze out the heat on Mr. Zeng's body at this time.

After Mr. Zeng came back, everyone celebrated again.

This time, the estrangement between Teacher Zeng and Yifei seemed to have never existed, and the two began to fight and damage each other again, of course, it was Teacher Zeng who lost.

After the party, everyone went back to their apartments to rest.

Yu Mo, who had too much fun, went to bed early, leaving Yang San alone in the boudoir.

Although it was already late at night, it was rare that Yang San did not feel a trace of sleepiness tonight.

In desperation, I had to take a few cans of beer from the refrigerator and come to the balcony, ready to borrow wine to relieve my "sorrows".

What I didn't expect was that Mr. Zeng was already here.

I saw Mr. Zeng looking into the distance, his eyes were unfocused, if he didn't know that Mr. Zeng had just received a huge sum of five million, he would have thought that Mr. Zeng had lost interest in life.

I didn't expect Teacher Zeng to be quite sinking, Yang San didn't expect that there were people on the balcony, and he didn't hide his voice, so he couldn't make any noise to Teacher Zeng.

"Teacher Zeng, it's a big night, what kind of deep is it here, and there is no audience to applaud you."

Yang San's ridicule suddenly woke up Teacher Zeng, and when he turned his head to look, he was relieved to find that it was Yang San.

"San'er, you also know that it's a big night, you don't have to make a sound when you walk, you want to scare me to death."

Yang San shook the half dozen beers in his hand, and there was a clanging sound.

"Teacher Zeng, I not only brought Xiang'er, but also a lot, who let you play and think deeply in the middle of the night, blame me?"

Teacher Zeng smiled awkwardly, but still shouted cheekily.

"Wow, isn't it, San'er, you haven't drunk enough just now? I'm not afraid of alcohol poisoning. ”

Yang San glanced at Mr. Zeng speechlessly, threw a can of beer to him, opened a can and poured it happily.

Refreshing!

Sure enough, the beer still had to be well chilled.

Teacher Zeng looked at the beer in his hand in surprise, smiled dumbly, and opened it to drink it in a big gulp.

"Hiccup~~~~~~~

"Hahaha, Mr. Zeng, with you, this hiccup has become your masterpiece."

Teacher Zeng, who had drunk a lot of beer in the bar, swallowed half a can of beer, and suddenly burped for eternity, making Yang San half happy.

Perhaps it was the wine that strengthened people's hearts, but Mr. Zeng did not pay attention to Yang San's good-natured ridicule, but looked into the distance in confusion.

"San'er, what do you think I should do next?"

Yang San stopped his playful expression and smiled indifferently.

"Teacher Zeng, haven't you already thought about how to choose?"

Teacher Zeng nodded thoughtfully, and his eyes slowly became firm.

"San'er, if I say that when I was competing, it seemed that I could break through time and space and see my future life, would you believe it?"

"Oh? What kind of life, let's hear about it. Yang San asked curiously.

Teacher Zeng looked at Yang San in surprise, "Do you believe me when I say this?" ”

"What's the big deal, isn't there a scientific report that when a person's magnetic field at a certain moment is consistent with the magnetic field at a certain moment in the future, they can perceive what will happen in the future.

Therefore, some people will find that what they do and say today must be seen in their dreams when they were young.

Don't you just see the future, don't make such a fuss. ”

Yang San, a person who predicts the future, has heard a lot, and Mr. Zeng is just a pediatrician.

"Nani? Really, how come I've never dreamed of it? Teacher Zeng asked curiously.

Yang San ignored Teacher Zeng's words speechlessly and asked.

"So what do you see your future looking like?"

Teacher Zeng couldn't help but fall into the memories again, and said slowly.

"I saw that I won the tournament and quickly got to the top of my life, but I also left the city and ended up losing touch with you."

Teacher Zeng didn't say anything about the lonely old man's life, for fear that if he said it, he would have to make Yang San laugh.

"That'...... What do you think? ”

Yang San's eyes lit up, and he did not express his opinion, but looked at Teacher Zeng curiously.

"Me? There's nothing to think about, I'm just me, a different fireworks. ”

Yang San was speechless for a moment, he shouldn't have asked.

"Hehe, just kidding."

Teacher Zeng smiled awkwardly, "Actually, I don't think what I see will definitely happen, and even if it happens, I won't let it happen." ”

The more Teacher Zeng spoke, the more firm his tone became, and in a trance, Yang San seemed to see the domineering shadow of Yifei in Teacher Zeng.

Yang San smiled knowingly, and threw out a can of beer to Teacher Zeng.

"If that's the case, what do you want it to do?"

When Teacher Zeng heard this, he also laughed with relief, "Yes, drink." ”。

After a while, half a dozen beers brought out by Yang San had been drunk by the two of them.

At this time, behind the glass door of the 3601 balcony, Yifei looked at Mr. Zeng who was drinking beer freely, smiled faintly, and turned around to go back to the room......