Xie Yan sat in the living room, covering his face with his hands, half because he was shy, and half because he was angry with himself. He wanted to talk to him, but he always stuttered and didn't know what to say. He was really happy to see him, but he was always so reserved and at a loss. Just now, when we were cooking together, we finally relaxed and even felt that there was a little tacit understanding between the two of us, but in the end, he messed it up again...
Why run? It's just taking off an apron. He's a gentleman and won't do anything to me. Besides, even if he... Xie Yan felt her face getting hot again. She put down her hands and looked at the kitchen anxiously. Wen Liang hadn't come out yet. She was a little worried: Will he be angry? Will he think I'm clumsy? Will he think I hate him for doing that
Xie Yan, you are such an idiot... idiot!
Wen Liang didn't know that the little girl's thoughts had gone through such complicated fluctuations in just a few minutes. The scene just now only stayed in his mind for less than one ten-thousandth of a second, and then disappeared without leaving any trace. The reason for his delay was that he was looking for the tray that Ding Mei would use during the New Year under the kitchen cabinet. The advantage of this wooden utensil is that it can hold seven or eight dishes and take them out at once without running around. In later times, hotels serve dishes to one person per plate, and only in some rural weddings and funerals can it be seen. It is a traditional utensil that is gradually disappearing.
"Dada, dinner is ready!"
Wen Liang ran out with a tray in one hand, and if he had a white cloth on his shoulder, he would have looked like an ancient waiter. Xie Yan stood up quickly, put the dish on the coffee table, and arranged it neatly as usual, then sat down with his head down, his waist straight like a bamboo, and his hands flat on his thighs, like a primary school student who had made a mistake. Wen Liang was slightly stunned, and realized that it must be because of the little episode in the kitchen just now. Although he didn't take it to heart, it didn't mean that the girl was as shameless as him.
But how to eliminate embarrassment is Uncle Wen's specialty. His level in this area can directly be given as a lecturer on Baijia Forum. He turned and walked to the corner of the living room, and suddenly turned back and asked, "How much can you drink?"
"Ah?" Xie Yan looked up blankly. Wen Liang asked again before hesitantly answering, "I, I've never been drunk..."
Well!
Wen Liang found that he had made an empiricist mistake again. Even the most chaste girls in the future would have gotten drunk several times at this age. Young people would call friends to drink and chat, or they would be sad about the passing of time and drown their sorrows in wine. They would always have the opportunity to get drunk. However, Xie Yan was tough and different, so she couldn't be modeled after those people.
"How can we have meat without wine? Today is a special day, let's make an exception and drink a little." Wen Liang took a bottle of Moutai from the cabinet in the corner, poured half a cup for Xie Yan and himself, then raised it and said, "The first cup, to celebrate your safe return."
After saying that, he drank it all in one gulp. Xie Yan had only drunk beer once or twice before, and he only tasted it lightly. He had never even smelled white wine, let alone drank it. But now, in front of Wen Liang, and for his welcome, he couldn't refuse. He mustered up the courage to put it to his lips. A strong and mellow aroma came to his nose, but it was not unpleasant. He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and drank it in one gulp.
But fortunately, I didn’t react as badly as many people who drink for the first time. I just felt a hot sensation in my throat, and then a heat rising from my lungs, which slowly spread to my limbs. It was warm and relaxed my tense body.
Wen Liang noticed her strange expression and laughed in his heart. When dealing with someone like Xie Yan, the more you explain, the more nervous she will become. It is better to say nothing. After two glasses of wine, she will feel dizzy and naturally have no taboos.
"The second cup is to celebrate the Care for Girls Foundation, which is now officially on the right track after Qi Shu and you joined!"
"No, no," Xie Yan covered the wine glass with his hand, stopping Wen Liang from pouring more wine. He said sincerely, "Sister Qi and you are the most important people in the foundation. I, I am nothing..."
Wen Liang's expression also became serious, and he said solemnly: "Xie Yan, you are wrong. I am actually the most insignificant person. I just invested money, but investing money is something that many people do, and it is the simplest thing. Charity needs donations, but it needs more good deeds. The people who really visit the mountainous areas, conduct research in schools, see with their own eyes, hear with their own ears, and hug those children in need with their own hands are Qi Shu, you, and volunteers like you who work hard for the same goal. This cup is not only for you, but also for all colleagues in the foundation!"
Xie Yan's eyes lit up. Everyone hopes to be a person who is beneficial to society, and everyone hopes that the career they are engaged in is great and noble. Just as Wen Liang said, this glass of wine is not for himself, but for all those who are working hard.
"Um!"
Xie Yan nodded heavily, and held up the wine glass with a solemn expression, as if he was holding up his own faith. He lightly touched it with Wen Liang, put it to his lips, and drank it in one gulp.
"As for the third cup," Wen Liang laughed and said, "I have some selfish motives. I hope Xie Yan can spare some time during the winter and summer vacations to help the foundation. Although it is unethical to judge people by their appearance, I think it is better to let a beautiful big sister communicate with the children in the mountains than to let an ugly person like me go, right?"
Xie Yan chuckled, then realized something was wrong and said with a red face, "I'm sorry."
"What's there to be sorry about? I'm ugly, and it's not just today." Wen Liang raised his glass and gestured, "Just because you smile, does that mean you agree?"
Xie Yan took a deep breath, and for the first time since coming out of the kitchen, he bravely looked into Wen Liang's eyes and said, "Not only during the winter and summer vacations, even after I graduate and find a job, I will definitely take out all my free time to volunteer at the foundation. I promise!"
Although Wen Liang had expectations for Xie Yan's future, he did not want to control her life. He waved his hand and smiled, "You don't have to promise anything. Just let it go."
After drinking three glasses of wine, Xie Yan seemed to be full of energy, but Wen Liang seemed to be a little exhausted. It might be related to the fact that he had not eaten anything since morning. But then again, the small wine glass he used could only hold one or two glasses of wine at most. Even if he could never drink again in his life, he would not pass out after one or two glasses of wine.
Is this a fake bar
He never mentioned Moutai to his family, and Ding Mei never drank a drop of it, so it could only be the private collection of Secretary General Wen. In the past, Wen Huaiming was depressed and the wine he drank was mostly the old cellar wine produced in Qingzhou, which was tasty and not expensive. Now that his status has improved, he can bring back a few bottles of Moutai from time to time, but the more these seemingly infallible gift wines and favor wines are, the more likely they are fake. When Wen Liang was in Beijing in his previous life, he heard an analysis from a senior industry insider that the annual production of Moutai was only more than 10,000 tons, but the market sales volume was as high as 100,000 tons, and fake wine occupied 90% of the market. In other words, if there were no special channels, it would not be easy to drink a sip of real Moutai.
He was skeptical and held the bottle up to the light, but found no obvious errors. However, this did not prove whether the wine was real or fake, because on the liquor street in Maotai Town, bottles, packaging and labels could be sold wholesale.
"What's wrong?"
Xie Yan has an advantage: when he drinks, his face turns pink. His snow-white face becomes covered with a layer of pink color. From a close distance, it looks like a blooming peach blossom, which is extremely charming.
Wen Liang frowned and asked, "Do you feel anything wrong with your body?"
Xie Yan shook his head in confusion, looking shy and cute, and said: "It's okay, just a little fever..." (When writing this, my mind suddenly opened up and I thought of a very interesting plot, but Wan Zi is too moral after all, so forget it)
To be on the safe side, Wen Liang took out his phone and called Wen Huaiming, asking about the origin of the wine. Wen Huaiming thought for a moment and said, "It should have been taken from Secretary Xu's house the day before yesterday..."
Wen Liang couldn't help but praise: "This flattery is good. Only those who dare to obey the leader are good subordinates."
Wen Huaiming was too lazy to answer him and hung up the phone. Then he thought of a question: Who did Wen Liang invite to drink at home? He knew that his son usually dealt with social events outside and rarely, or almost never, entertained his friends at home. Who was so honorable today that he brought him home
Since it was Xu Fuyan's wine, Wen Liang was relieved. With his status, he shouldn't get fake wine. But he compared his fighting ability with Xie Yan and felt that he was obviously not a good one. If he got drunk and made a fool of himself, he would be in trouble. So he hid the bottle under the table and kept urging people to eat: "Eat, try this, yeah, not bad, not bad!"
"Hey, this is delicious. How is it made? Is there any particular requirement for the heat?"
Although Xie Yan was wondering why he didn't drink anymore, she didn't care. To her, there was no difference between a bottle of Maotai worth hundreds of yuan and a bottle of loose liquor worth a few yuan. At this moment, having the person sitting opposite her was enough!
During the meal, Wen Liang asked about the trip to the mountains. Xie Yan told Wen Liang every detail of the stories along the way. They had lost their way, their car had broken down, they had spent the night in the wilderness, they had crossed the river in the face of dangerous flash floods, they had missed the next supply station and gone hungry for two days because they left all the food they had with them to children in a poor primary school, and they stood up to a nine-year-old girl who was suffering from inhuman domestic violence, but were besieged by the entire village and almost couldn't get out... In just two months, under the leadership of Qi Shu, she traveled to 39 villages, towns and schools in three provinces, nine cities and 16 counties in the west, and recorded detailed information on hundreds of girls in urgent need of help. She witnessed the most difficult, desolate and tearful side of this country. She cried, laughed and felt helpless, but in the end she found that all these experiences were worth it!
Because she is growing up and rebuilding her world view, life view and values.
She suddenly understood where she would be and what she would do in the future!
Practice virtue, vows, and good deeds, help the poor and needy, and help people's hearts.
This is the motto that Wen Liang wrote for the Care for Girls Foundation.
From now on, this will become her life principle! (To be continued)