After such a commotion, whether Pan Guofei and Si Yajing's marriage can continue is a big question mark. According to Wen Liang's opinion, it is better to get rid of that dirty man than to suffer a long pain. But he also understands that divorce is not as simple as it is played on TV and said verbally. There are many practical issues that need to be considered. 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 things, what is needed is the respect of others, the recognition of colleagues, the appreciation of leaders, and a kind and friendly social environment. But in Qingzhou in 1995, a divorced beautiful woman would have so many covetous eyes, so many right and wrongs, and rumors that are enough to kill people.
Besides, there is Tutu who is just four years old...
Si Yajing took these realities into consideration, so she endured Pan Guofei's humiliation and tried to maintain her shaky marriage. In her heart, she kept telling herself that all Pan Guofei's resentment came from a man's possessiveness and jealousy, which actually showed that he still loved her. But today, Xia Minru's appearance easily broke the last line of defense she had created for herself.
When the only reason for persistence is no longer valid, making a decision becomes an imminent matter!
The three of them walked a long way, and no one spoke. Si Yajing looked calm, and it was hard to tell what she was thinking, but the hand held by Wen Liang was terribly cold. Tutu curled up in Wen Liang's arms, with her little head on his shoulder. She didn't quite understand what had just happened, but she knew that her bad father had bullied her mother again, and her mother was very sad.
Tutu is also very sad...
The little girl blinked her eyes and bit her lips tightly to stop herself from crying. Her pretending to be strong was really heartbreaking.
Wen Liang deliberately broke the dull atmosphere and whispered, "Teacher Si, Tutu must be hungry. I know an old shop that makes delicious white-cut chicken..."
Si Yajing stopped, took her slender hand out from Wen Liang's palm, and gently stroked Tutu's hair, her motherly love and tenderness clearly evident.
"No, let's send Tutu to her grandma's house first."
Wen Liang nodded. It would not be a good idea to go back to the staff quarters of the Post and Telecommunications Bureau in this situation. He raised his hand to stop a taxi and turned towards Huaihai Road.
Wen Liang had been to Tutu's grandmother's house before. That time, he also met Pan Guofei when he was sending Si Yajing home. Liu Tianlai and Ji Su were also there. Everyone left in a bad mood. Si Yajing went back to her parents' home in anger and avoided Wen Liang for a while. I didn't expect it to be like this again this time. I really don't know if it's Wen Liang's bad luck or Si Yajing's bad luck. It seems that every time Wen Liang appears, Si Yajing's life will encounter extra problems and suffer serious physical and mental damage. Is there really a destiny in the dark
But my original intention was to help her solve the problem!
Wen Liang leaned against the electric pole in front of the residential building, looking rather helpless. After a while, Si Yajing came out of the corridor, wearing a light blue waistcoat, black tight jeans, and her hair was tied back with a rubber band, with a few strands of bangs hanging between her eyebrows, making her skin look even whiter and her look even more charming.
Simple, then stunning!
This was a home dress that Wen Liang had never seen before. It was different from the dignified beauty of a teacher, and the mature charm of a young woman. It seemed to be a perfect fusion of beauty and temptation. Her every move was dazzling.
Si Yajing walked up to Wen Liang, not paying any attention to his silly look, took his hand familiarly, and walked to the end of the street.
"Teacher Si, you..."
"Call me Sister Yajing," Si Yajing turned around and smiled, saying, "I... I'm very happy when you called me like that just now. Let's go find a bar and have a drink."
Wen Liang didn't expect to hear the word "drinking" from her mouth. He stared at her for a moment until Si Yajing showed a pleading look. Then he sighed and said, "Okay, but I get to choose the place."
"Well, let's make it lively!"
The bar industry in Qingzhou had not yet formed a scale. There were only eight or nine bars in operation on the famous Purple Stone Street in later generations. From time to time, young men and women in avant-garde clothing could be seen walking on the street. The tall neon lights had been lit up, covering the entire Purple Stone Street with a bizarre night scene. Although it was not deserted, it was not warm enough either. Wen Liang called An Baoqing and asked which store was under his name, and then took Si Yajing in.
Safety comes first. These days, hooligans have nowhere to go, so bars, dance halls, bathing centers and other places have become their footholds, which are most likely to cause disputes and quarrels. In addition, the people of Qingzhou are tough. If you accidentally rub against someone's female companion on the dance floor, you may get a dozen beer bottles in return. Not to mention if you encounter someone who deliberately picks on you, the fight will definitely be a big scene with full bloody effects.
The two found a secluded corner and sat down. Wen Liang called the waiter and ordered a glass of Baileys. Si Yajing looked quite calm, but she betrayed her inner feelings by holding Wen Liang's hand tightly. Wen Liang smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's a friend's shop, nothing will happen. Since you are here, relax, don't think about anything, listen to music, drink some wine, life is actually quite beautiful!"
It was Si Yajing's first time to come to such a place, so it was natural for her to be scared. But after listening to Wen Liang's words and looking at the boy's gentle smile, she actually felt relieved and looked around curiously.
I have to say that An Baoqing, or Ye Zhiwei, does have a talent for business. Putting aside the style and taste, just in terms of level and layout, this bar called Deep Sea Light has already exceeded the geographical limitations of Qingzhou. It is implicit in its publicity and simple in its luxury, and it even has a bit of the petty-bourgeois atmosphere unique to big cities.
No wonder people started pouring in before nine o'clock. Wen Liang took a few glances and found several beautiful women, whose clothes and temperament were far from the ordinary women in the small bar. Of course, if nothing unexpected happened, Si Yajing, who was wearing 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 water: "I don't drink, so I'll just have a glass of water."
He wasn't being pretentious, but was worried that Si Yajing was in a bad mood and obviously wanted to numb herself with alcohol. If he couldn't persuade her later, someone had to stay sober in a place like this...
"Come on, I'd believe you if you said you couldn't make wine, but even your girlfriends wouldn't believe you if you said you couldn't drink wine, right?" Si Yajing rolled her eyes at him, and imitated Wen Liang by snapping her fingers at the waiter. This cute little action on her was as shocking to Wen Liang as a nuclear explosion.
"What's the strongest liquor you have here? Give him a glass!"
Wen Liang was very worried about Si Yajing's performance tonight. It would have been fine if she cried, but the more she pretended to be calm and laughed, the more uneasy Wen Liang felt.
"I really can't..."
"Just listen to me tonight, okay?"
Wen Liang was defeated by Si Yajing's eyes again, and nodded helplessly to the waiter. When the wine came, Wen Liang looked at the smiling waiter and was so angry that he wanted to curse. The waiter served "One Drunkenness", a set of seven glasses, all of which were the most popular strong liquors in the bar, tequila, Chivas, vodka, and several kinds of liquor that Wen Liang couldn't name. This way of drinking was very famous in Qingzhou bars in later generations. The seven glasses of wine were randomly matched, not the best, but the strongest. It was a way of coexistence of arrogance and tragedy. Arrogance is easy to understand, but why is it tragic? Because after seven glasses, you can't get less than a thousand, so in general, "One Drunkenness" is used to deal with love rivals...
The waiter was used to seeing customers like Wen Liang. In order to show off in front of his female companion, he could only stare blankly and swallow the loss. This commission was received tonight. Wen Liang glanced at him and knew what this guy was thinking, but he was too lazy to argue with him and waved his hand to get rid of it.
Si Yajing held the wine glass, closed her eyes, and drank it all in one gulp. Baileys was thick and sweet, about 20 degrees, but it was not pleasant to drink it all in one gulp. She choked a little, carefully savoring the fiery feeling of the liquid passing through her throat and into her lungs. After a moment, she opened her eyes, with a trace of deep sadness hidden in her eyes, which quickly disappeared. She tilted her head, looking a little cute, and said, "This wine tastes good... Why don't you drink it? Don't be a jerk, I drank it all..."
Wen Liang smiled, picked up the wine and took a sip.
"No, you have to drink it all! Come, I'll accompany you!"
Without waiting for Wen Liang to react, Si Yajing grabbed a glass of tequila from the set meal in front of him and took a big gulp quickly.
"Ahem, ahem..."
Si Yajing was coughing so hard that tears were flying out. Wen Liang quickly handed her a glass of soda water, patted her on the back, and said softly, "This wine is a bit strong, drink it slowly."
Si Yajing looked at Wen Liang with tears in her eyes, and in a trance she seemed to have returned to the past years. That same attentive person, with the same gentle voice, had become unrecognizable in the blink of an eye. She smiled bitterly and poured the remaining wine in the glass down her throat. Strangely, she did not cough this time.
Wen Liang frowned, thinking that this was not a solution, and was considering how to resolve her worries. Si Yajing noticed Wen Liang's silence, and reached out for a glass of Chivas Regal, with a dazed look in her eyes, and whispered, "Wen Liang, don't ask anything, don't say anything! Tonight, I'm not your teacher, and you're not my student... Just drink with me."
Regardless of the time and space, the bar is always the most passionate and tempting place in the city, with rolling and flashing lights, sometimes ambiguous and sometimes surging music, men and women swaying in the dance floor, panting and screaming, young madness and indulgence, all fully vented here. Si Yajing let go of her body and mind, and devoted herself to the great cause of drinking, one cup, two cups, three cups, and soon she had finished eight glasses of wine, and then continued to order more and drink. The two talked a lot, sang many songs, and even when the slow-rock music sounded, they hugged each other and danced on the dance floor.
Just as Si Yajing said, tonight, there are no teachers and students, only men, women, and wine in the glasses!