The story of Rose starts with being a brother

Chapter 391 Melancholy (IV) Zhang Wei: I was set up by capital!
"How difficult it is to forget our beliefs. We admire them from a distance, but we are confused up close. Who says the sun will find the moon?"

"If we can't have red eyes when we meet again, can we still have red faces, just like the beautiful rumor that we hurriedly carved that year about being together forever?"

"I once turned my youth into her, and played the midsummer with my fingertips. I will just follow my heart."

"..."

In the living room of Room 3602, Hu Yifei, Zeng Xiaoxian, and Lu Ziqiao looked at the paper they had taken out of Wensheng's garbage bag and each read a sentence.

Then the three of them looked at it in confusion.

"The summer is played out on my fingertips, with brilliant literary talent." Zeng Xiaoxian exclaimed.

"Is this a poem or a lyric?" Lu Ziqiao asked curiously.

"Why do I feel like this scene appeared in the first season?" Hu Yifei blinked and fell into recollection.

Zeng Xiaoxian then suddenly realized, "I remember now. When Ziqiao first moved in, you went to look through his trash can and found a piece of paper with Stefanie Sun's lyrics written on it. You thought that Lu Ziqiao had depression, so you and I had to run around to take care of him!"

"What do you mean by serving me?" Lv Ziqiao, who also recalled the incident, said unhappily, "At that time, you used the electric iron to burn my chest hair so hard that it has not grown back yet. I was the one who was hurt the most, okay?"

At that time, he was dating a fan of Stefanie Sun, so he specifically memorized the lyrics. After he copied them on a piece of paper, Hu Yifei found them in the trash can. After seeing the sad lyrics, she thought that he had depression because he was cheated on.

Finally, Hu Yifei and Zeng Xiaoxian sent him to see a psychiatrist, only to find out that he was pretending... so they performed CPR on him with an electric iron.

"In other words, this is just the same as when Zi pretended to be depressed. These are just lyrics written by Wen Sheng?" Hu Yifei said thoughtfully.

However, Zeng Xiaoxian looked at the paper again and again, and then asked in confusion: "But the lyrics on it don't seem to be related. Aren't they from the same song?"

"And I haven't heard these lyrics before?" Lu Ziqiao asked curiously.

Upon hearing this, Zeng Xiaoxian hurriedly took the computer and started searching, but soon he became even more confused.

"I searched for these lyrics on search engines and music apps, but there was no song that matched them."

Lu Ziqiao thought for a moment and said, "Maybe this is a new song he wrote. Isn't he the creative director of some music company?"

"You're just uneducated. You're a creative director, not a lyricist." Hu Yifei rolled her eyes at him.

“So what do you think a creative director does?”

"Of course it's...creativity..." Hu Yifei paused for a moment, then said impatiently, "Anyway, it's not about writing lyrics."

"Didn't Wen Sheng tell you about his job content?" Lu Ziqiao asked again.

"Yes, he did, but he said a lot at the time and I don't remember it."

At this time, Zeng Xiaoxian tapped on the keyboard a few times and said, "I got it. The creative director of a music company is mainly responsible for creating a visual, cross-media music experience, transforming music into perceptible visual symbols and stories..."

After reciting a bunch of confusing words, Zeng Xiaoxian looked at the two and said, "It seems that they are not responsible for writing lyrics."

"What are these? Prose poems? Or essays?" Hu Yifei shook her head as she pondered. "These words all look quite sad."

At this time, Lu Ziqiao brought the topic back to his track and analyzed directly: "See, Wen Sheng is indeed mentally ill. On the surface, he seems to be indifferent to the divorce, but in fact, he is just trying to hide his secrets."

Upon hearing this, Hu Yifei slapped him on the back of the head and said angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about? How could Wen Sheng be mentally ill when he was fine? It's normal for creative people like them to be sentimental, right?"

Ever since she experienced the incident where Lu Zi pretended to be depressed, she has become more cautious about such things and will never make a mistake again.

Zeng Xiaoxian also analyzed at this time: "Wen Sheng and his ex-wife had a good relationship, but their marriage status was not suitable. He occasionally visited his ex-wife after moving in. It was obviously not an emotional trauma after the divorce. At most, it was just a temporary low point."

Hu Yifei nodded in approval. Everyone had seen Wen Sheng's performance. Not only was he mentally ill, he wasn't even in a bad mood.

"Then what about these words he wrote?" Lu Ziqiao asked again. He continued to look through the garbage bag without giving up. When he didn't find any more clues, he thought for a while and suddenly asked, "By the way, has anyone of you seen Wen Sheng's ex-wife?"

"Well... Guan Gu has seen her. He said that she is a very beautiful woman with great temperament." Hu Yifei replied after thinking for a while.

Hearing this, Lu Ziqiao sneered and said, "If Guan Gu's aesthetic taste is normal and Wen Sheng's mysterious ex-wife is a great beauty, how could Wen Sheng react so calmly after divorcing her? Moreover, Wen Sheng said that he went to see his ex-wife, but we can't verify this kind of thing. What if he didn't actually go to see his ex-wife every time he went out?"

"..."

Seeing that the two teachers were silent and thinking, Lu Ziqiao continued to analyze nonsense: "Lawyer Zhang said before that these marriages and love relationships are now the hardest hit areas for criminal cases. Many people become mentally unstable after breaking up or divorcing. Maybe Wen Sheng said he was going to visit his ex-wife, but he was actually going to... a mental hospital to get medicine."

"..."

Hu Yifei, who was still thinking, realized that Lu Ziqiao was talking nonsense when she heard this, and kicked him.

"What nonsense are you talking about? You don't want Wen Sheng to be well, right?"

"That's right! Are you mentally ill? How can writing some sad words make you mentally ill?" Zeng Xiaoxian echoed, "I also wrote sad words after we broke up. Am I mentally ill too?!"

After being kicked, Lu Ziqiao covered his calf and hissed, "Teacher Zeng, you have been dating Laura for eight years and have been cuckolded for six years. You can still persist. This is an abnormal mental state in itself."

"..."

Zeng Xiaoxian's face froze. At this time, Hu Yifei also asked, "That's right. Although the pot-bellied psychologist said that Ziqiao was pretending to be sick, didn't he also say that your illness had not been cured and had even worsened? Is it cured now?"

"..."

Seeing the two people in front of him looking at him with inquiring eyes, Zeng Xiaoxian was in a stalemate for two and a half seconds, then decisively rolled his eyes and pretended to faint.

Hu Yifei and Lu Ziqiao looked at each other. Before Lu Ziqiao could continue talking nonsense, she took the lead and said, "Lu Ziqiao, I warn you, the matter about Wen Sheng ends here. If you dare to speculate about others again and do something more disgusting and perverted, then..."

Hu Yifei clenched her fists and clenched them beside Lu Ziqiao's ears, just like a landlady demonstrating against the Axe Gang, and her fists made a crackling sound.

Lu Ziqiao swallowed his saliva. No one in the apartment had felt Hu Yifei's force more times than him, even more than Zeng Xiaoxian.

So he could only smile and say, "I understand, I understand. I'd better go prepare for tomorrow's date."

After saying that, he stood up and was about to leave.

"Cough cough!" Hu Yifei coughed again, causing Lu Ziqiao to stop and turn around with a stiff neck.

"Pick up the garbage and throw it away." Hu Yifei raised her chin and said calmly, but she put the paper in her pocket.

"OK OK."

……

Lonely Corner Bar.

"Brother Sheng, do you think that girl has a crush on me? Why do I always feel like she is... secretly looking at me?"

Zhang Wei turned the wine bottle in his hand, not daring to look at Qin Yumo. He could only whisper to Wen Sheng.

Wen Sheng smiled and said, "I think so too. How about you go over and have a drink with her?"

"This..." Zhang Wei was a little tempted, but he also became more nervous. "I don't dare. This girl looks very cold. How embarrassing would it be to be rejected in public?"

"Don't you think she's spying on you? Why would she reject you if you went?"

"really?"

Zhang Wei laughed narcissistically, then straightened his collar and said, "Then I... give it a try?"

"come on."

Encouraged, Zhang Wei took one, two, three... and more than ten deep breaths, then nodded to Wen Sheng and walked towards Qin Yumo at the window with stiff steps.

however……

"Brother Sheng, I think she might not be looking at me." After walking a few steps, Zhang Wei retreated back the way he came. "I still don't dare. That girl puts too much pressure on me."

"Tsk, I told you that you can't control it, but you still don't believe me." Wen Sheng laughed, "Why don't you go give flowers to the resident singer? You are a guest and an audience member, and he will definitely not refuse you."

Zhang Wei, who had returned, took two gulps of the beer he had just finished. After calming down a little, he said unconvincedly, "If you think you can handle it, then go ahead."

"Why would I, a divorced person, go to college?"

"What's wrong with divorce? I didn't say anything when my marriage was abandoned!"

"That's not what I meant." Wen Sheng sighed, "I mean, I still have an ex-wife who still misses me. Now I'm actively flirting with other girls... isn't that bad?"

"But isn't it a waste of time for you to just stay in this stalemate with your ex-wife? You never get back together... You just told me that the way to get over the shadow of the last relationship is to start the next one."

"But I don't think there's any shadow from my last relationship!"

"Then you..." Zhang Wei was speechless for a moment, then he remembered that most couples in the world break up like him, because the woman dumped him or ran away from her marriage.

"It's just a chat. Whether it succeeds or not is another matter!" Zhang Wei suddenly thought of something and said in a tone of sudden enlightenment, "Oh, I see. You also think it will be difficult to chat up this girl. You encouraged me to go over just now just to make fun of me, right?"

"..."

Even though it wasn't the first time that he had such a feeling, Wen Sheng was still quite surprised. How come everyone in this Love Apartment has such strange train of thought?

Thinking of this, he shook his head and said, "Okay, I'll do it, but what if I succeed?"

"If you succeed you can drink with beautiful women, what else do you want?"

"I mean, should we make a bet?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wei subconsciously covered his wallet in his pocket and said with a vigilant look on his face: "I am a lawyer, gambling is illegal."

"Talking about money is so vulgar, let's bet on something else." Wen Sheng said with a smile.

"Others... uh..."

"Seeing you're so hesitant, I guess you think I can succeed, right? Then I don't need to go over there."

"No, then let's bet. What do you want to bet on? Besides money!" Zhang Wei agreed immediately.

At this moment, Zhang Wei's mentality is like that of a loser boy in the class. When he sees a pretty girl in the next class, he wants to go over and chat with her but doesn't dare to. So he instigates his good brother to go over, even though he knows that if his good brother succeeds, the girl will have nothing to do with him... It's not right to say that this is a habit of wanting to be awesome, but he just wants to instigate his good brother to do it... Perhaps it's because in addition to the one in ten thousand chance of success, he also has a nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine chance of seeing his good brother make a fool of himself after being rejected.

With such a huge probability difference, why not take a chance?

So Wen Sheng began to think about what to bet on, his eyes looking back and forth at Zhang Wei, which made him involuntarily tighten his clothes.

"OK, I've got it. If I succeed, you will..." Wen Sheng continued with a smile, "help me take out the trash for half a year."

"Half a year? That's too long." Zhang Wei shook his head. "One month."

"Four months, no less."

"For one price, I'll take out your trash for three months."

"Deal." Wen Sheng agreed and was about to leave when Zhang Wei stopped him. "What if you fail? What will you give me? Will you also help me take out the trash for three months?"

"No, I'm too lazy to take out the trash myself." Wen Sheng refused and then thought for a moment, "Shall I treat you to a meal?"

"You invited me not long ago. Change it."

Seeing that Zhang Wei did not agree to this, Wen Sheng thought about it again and took out the Mercedes-Benz car key from his pocket: "Well, if I lose, you can borrow my car as long as I don't use it for the next three months."

"Well..." Zhang Wei was a little tempted, but he still hesitated, "It's not good. What if I can't come back due to something? It will delay your work and cost you gas money. I will feel bad."

"Then how about this. If you lose, you have to add the bet and wash my clothes for three months... no underwear required." Life is inseparable from the daily necessities of life. Although Master Wen does not refuse to do housework, it does not mean that he likes to do it. Even though Love Apartment has a special laundry room, he is still too lazy to run around all the time.

Zhang Wei opened his mouth. He didn't expect that his hesitation would add another burden to himself. But looking at Wen Sheng's car keys, he gritted his teeth and agreed: "Okay, I'll take it, but I have to add one more thing. When I use your car to pick up girls and post on my social media, you are not allowed to ruin my show!"

"..."

Wen Sheng smiled silently, then nodded in agreement. He didn't think he would lose anyway.

Zhang Wei, who also felt that he would not lose, also laughed. He looked at Wen Sheng's car keys and urged, "Brother Sheng, get in quickly."

"as you wish."

After saying this, Wen Sheng picked up the glass of wine and left the bar, but he did not go directly to Qin Yumo, but walked towards the small stage where the resident singers were.

This made Zhang Wei, who had taken out his mobile phone to record Wen Sheng's embarrassing scene of flirting, stunned. He wanted to remind the other party that he had taken the wrong path, but Wen Sheng walked so fast that he had already walked next to the female singer who was singing.

A sense of embarrassment for his friend suddenly surged in his heart, and Zhang Wei subconsciously squinted his eyes and dared not look, but soon, he heard a burst of cheers in his ears, and he opened his eyes and looked, but the next second, his eyes widened.

I saw that the good neighbor who seemed to be gentle and refined during this period of time was now "flirting" next to the female singer?
Zhang Wei knew that the other party was dancing with him, but when he saw Wen Sheng turning around, thrusting his hips and twisting his body, the words "flirting" always came to his mind.

What surprised him was that the female singer not only did not chase Wen Sheng away, but instead put her arm around Wen Sheng's shoulders while singing and joined in the singing, so the guests in the bar cheered even louder.

"So sexy, Brother Sheng!"

Zhang Wei couldn't help but sigh as he watched Wen Sheng, who didn't spill the glass of wine in his hand even with his big dancing movements. At this moment, he suddenly understood what the other party had just said to him to be bold.

The shame that had always made him afraid to do this or that began to gradually break and shrink...

Two and a half minutes later, Wen Sheng stepped down from the stage, looked at Zhang Wei not far away, gave him a smug look, then walked straight towards Qin Yumo who was standing by the window with a glass of wine in hand.

"Nice to meet you again, Miss Qin Yumo."

"Good boy, you dance well."

Seeing Wen Sheng finally walk towards the beautiful woman by the window, Zhang Wei's heart instantly lifted.

If he had previously thought that the chance of Wen Sheng being rejected and embarrassed was 9,999 in 10,000, then after the other party's "flirting", he felt that the chance had dropped to 50 percent.

But when Wen Sheng sat down and started chatting and laughing with the beautiful woman...

“No~”

Zhang Wei, who could not drive his Mercedes to get off work or pick up girls, and had to wash clothes and take out garbage for three months, let out a howl of pain.

The source of pain, apart from losing the bet, is that... the boy instigated his best friend to chat up the girl he liked, thinking that the other party would be embarrassed and then come back dejected to share the same suffering with him, but in the blink of an eye, the best friend really hooked up with the girl he liked!
Zhang Wei thought he would no longer feel this kind of pain after graduating from junior high school and high school...

Do I have to call her sister-in-law from now on?
Seeing the two people chatting happily over there, he suddenly guessed why he felt that the girl was not looking at him just now. She might be looking at Wen Sheng!
No wonder Wen Sheng wanted to make a bet... Damn, I was set up by the capital!
the other side.

"Wen Sheng, I didn't expect you could dance. Do you have any other skills?" Qin Yumo asked with blinking eyes.

When they first met in the elevator, she just thought that he was handsome. She felt much better when she met such a handsome guy right after moving into the Love Apartment. But when they met for the second time today, she found that this handsome guy had another aspect that made her happy!

This is really...

"You want to see what skills I have? Just click on one, maybe I really have it." Wen Sheng said with a smile.

"I think..." Qin Yumo tilted her head and began to ponder, but after a long while she shook her head and said, "I don't know what I want to see, why don't you show me one at random."

"random?"

"Yes, but it has to be something that makes my eyes light up."

Hearing this, Wen Sheng raised his eyebrows and smiled, "When making friends, you should pay attention to reciprocity. I will show you an ability that will make your eyes light up. What will you give me in return? Miss Qin Yumo."

"Just call me Yumo." Qin Yumo smiled and said, "I can give you my contact information."

Wen Sheng shook his head and refused with a smile: "No, no, no, this won't work. Don't you want my contact information?"

"..."

Qin Yumo was speechless for a moment. Giving contact information was a mutual thing. She really wanted to know Wen Sheng's contact information and thought she could fool him with this, but she didn't expect that the other party would see through her.

After thinking for a moment, she said cunningly, "Don't you want my contact information?"

"Yes." Wen Sheng looked into her eyes and chuckled, "But I think our fate goes beyond this. Even if I don't have your contact information today, it won't be long before fate brings us together again."

"But even though we live in the same apartment, it's been a week since we first met. Maybe the next time we meet will take more than a week, maybe a month, or even half a year. By then, I won't want to know more about you."

Qin Yumo's eyes did not give in, and Wen Sheng said calmly: "Maybe it's just that we are not destined to be together. I believe in one thing - fate is the most important thing arranged by God. If we meet again after a long time, it means that God does not support this fate. I will obey God's arrangement. What do you think?"

What kind of year was 2010? High-speed rail had just cut through the annual rings of the earth, smart phones had not yet been rolled out, 3G had just become mainstream, and the only way for men and women to communicate after parting was through text messages and the harsh but beautiful "beep" sound of QQ.

People are not allergic to romance, the chicken soup has not yet been served, and a seemingly plausible remark will not be directly classified as non-mainstream, because at this time the non-mainstream is still mainstream on the Internet.

The "fate" that men and women talked about at this time was not the means of pulling each other together as in later generations. They really wanted to see if they were destined to be together.

So when Qin Yumo heard Wen Sheng say this, his eyes moved slightly, and he nodded and said, "It depends on fate."

"So what do you want to pay?" Wen Sheng continued to look at her straight, as if he was just asking, forcing, or even conveying information.

Qin Yumo couldn't stand it this time. She was the first to give up and looked away. Her flushed face was slightly flustered. She felt that it was a bit too much and said hurriedly: "Forget it, I won't look anymore. I... I have a fiancé."

"Coincidentally, I also have an ex-wife."

"..."

On the other hand, Zhang Weiren felt a little numb. As he was thrifty with money, he would either order just a glass of ice water or sit for hours with a bottle of beer when he came to the bar before. But now, he had drunk another bottle in just a few minutes.

Looking at the two people exchanging glances, he felt that his secret love had ended before it even began.

At this time, the somewhat familiar bartender came over and asked, "Do you want more drinks?"

"Yes!" Zhang Wei looked at the empty bottle in his hand, then looked at the girl by the window whose face suddenly changed for some reason, "One more bottle!"

I spent three bottles today, which is a huge amount of money!
Not far away, Wen Sheng looked at Qin Yumo in front of him without saying anything, and waved to the beautiful bartender nearby. When she came over, he smiled and said, "Sarah, your bartender, does he mind if someone uses his tools?"

"Of course I don't mind, Mr. Wen." Sarah also smiled and said, "I'll go tell him right away."

After Sarah left, Qin Yumo asked in surprise, "Can you make cocktails?"

"I understand a little bit, but I think it should be able to enlighten you."

"But..." Qin Yumo looked hesitant. She hasn't said what she would pay.

But at this time, Wen Sheng smiled and said, "There is no need to rush to exchange gifts. If you haven't made up your mind now, we can wait until the next time when fate arranges for us. If there is no next time, then just regard this gift as a free gift from me. Let God decide everything. Isn't that good?"

Qin Yumo didn't know how to answer, and Wen Sheng had already stood up and said condescendingly: "Of course, if you mind that I'm divorced, then we can cut off this relationship now. Without this time, there will naturally be no next time, or..."

After a pause, Wen Sheng looked into her eyes again and smiled as he stretched out his hand, saying, "First, use your eyes to see and your mouth to taste the skills I will show you this time. Maybe it will not only make your eyes light up... By the way, I think your current mood is very suitable for a cup of 'See you tomorrow' to forget your entanglement."

Qin Yumo looked at the hand stretched out in front of him without saying a word, and the words "There will be no next time, it's God's arrangement" kept echoing in his mind.

At worst, there won’t be a next time.

On the other side, Zhang Wei felt that the beer tasted a bit bitter after entering his throat. After finishing it in one breath, he gasped sharply and complained to the bartender next to him: "Dude, is this beer wrong? Why is it a bit bitter?"

"You've finished three bottles of bitter?" the bartender said with a smile, "Do you want more?"

"I just said this is the last..."

Before Zhang Wei could finish his words, he saw that the girl was actually holding Wen Sheng's hand!

"One more bottle, I promise it's the last one!"

The bartender looked strange when he heard this, but he still brought another bottle of beer to Zhang Wei. Then he followed Zhang Wei's gaze and saw Wen Sheng and Qin Yumo walking towards the bartending counter, so he asked Zhang Wei: "Your friend seems to be going to mix drinks, don't you want to try it? Or don't you want to be a light bulb?"

"..."

Hearing this, Zhang Wei turned his stiff eyes to the bartender next to him, picked up the beer and tilted his head back - "Tonnel tonnel" he drank half of it before putting the beer down.

"This wine is really bad. I want to complain! Besides, it's not a question of whether I should go or not. I don't think I should be here. I should be under the car at the door!"

(End of this chapter)