After Lai Yang's persuasion, Song Wen calmed down a little. He stood in the hall and exhaled heavily a few times before walking towards the elevator.
In Room 1206, Aru saw Lai Yang coming at the door and immediately greeted him.
At this time, the conversation in the room also stopped. Lai Yang glanced at Alu and whispered, "Remember to help smooth things over later."
"Don't worry, Brother Yang."
Lai Yang nodded and took Song Wen into the house.
This was a single room with a king-size bed. Yunlu was sitting on the bed, his eyes as red as a rabbit's. Yuan Shengda was sitting on the beige single sofa beside the bed, looking at Laiyang dimly.
When the couple met, no one spoke, making the atmosphere very awkward.
"Awen, you are a man, if you have anything to say, just talk to me face to face."
Lai Yang bumped Song Wen with his shoulder, and then said to Yunlu, "Yunlu, although marriage is very important to every woman, we have to do many things within our capabilities and consider the man's family conditions. We can't just..."
"Brother Yang, what did Song Wen tell you?"
Yunlu was so excited that his lips and teeth trembled.
"He...didn't tell me anything... But you guys are about to get married and you're still arguing like this, it must be about money. I think some things should be kept simple, don't make it a big deal about money..."
"Brother Yang! My mom gave us 400,000 yuan to help us get a down payment for a house, but I ended up spending 8,000 yuan on clothes. Her mom said I was meddling behind my back? She said I was poor but wanted to show off. What do you think!... Brother Yang, what should I say? What can I say..."
Yunlu's tears suddenly overflowed, and Laiyang was like a fool, standing there in a daze.
I originally thought that Yunlu's mother was a "bad person", but suddenly there was a sudden turn of events and Laiyang's waist was injured.
"Who told you to stop talking? I finally managed to stop her from crying, and you just made things worse!"
Yuan Shengda handed the paper to Yunlu while glaring at Laiyang.
Lai Yang glanced at Aru and motioned him to smooth things over, but Aru lowered his head slightly to avoid Lai Yang's gaze.
What the hell…
Song Wen walked to the bedside and reached out to wipe Yun Lu's tears: "Xiao Lu, please also understand my family. I've told you that there are two elderly people at home, and we can't save much money every month. We have to spend money on the betrothal gift for our wedding, the down payment for the house, hardware, and the banquet. My mother just said it."
"Am I mad at her?!"
Yunlu
She pushed Song Wen away, glared at him and shouted, "I'm angry at you! This is not about money at all... Ever since you came with me to pick out clothes, you had a cold face all the way, constantly talking about how hard it is for your family to make money! But I've already said it, it's my own wedding, do I have to pay for the clothes?"
"Then it doesn't matter if you pay or I pay, right? Eight thousand dollars! If we both live frugally, wouldn't it take us more than two months to save up? I just don't understand why we're spending this money."
"You don't understand? I want to marry you. There is only one wedding in a lifetime. I just want to dress decently so that my relatives and neighbors will not feel embarrassed. Is that not okay?"
There was a sudden noise in the room. Song Wen usually had a very quiet personality, but for some reason he suddenly got angry!
"If you feel embarrassed by being with me, then you can find someone you think is respectable. You said this in front of everyone. Have you considered my feelings?"
Yunlu chuckled with tears in his eyes.
"Song Wen! You are not a man at all. If I, Yunlu, was a vain woman, would I have been with you for so many years? Would I have persuaded my mother to ask my family for money for the down payment? To buy a one-bedroom apartment in Anting (the border of Shanghai, close to Suzhou)? I will work in Shanghai and go back to Suzhou after get off work! Am I sick—"
"You're not sick, it's me who's incompetent, that's fine, isn't it? How much are the two sets of clothes you want to wear? I'll lend you the money to buy them, isn't that fine? You came to Shanghai without saying a word, what will my mother think? How can we get married?"
"Then let's not get married!"
Yunlu lost control of his emotions, grabbed the small pink bag on the bedside table and threw it directly at Song Wen.
The bag was broken open, the cosmetics inside shattered to the ground with a snap, and the water stains splashed on the surface of Laiyang's shoes...
Yuan Shengda and Li Dian hurriedly persuaded the two to calm down.
At this moment, Song Wen's forehead was bulging with veins, and he gritted his teeth and roared, "I'm on the high-speed train at 4 o'clock tomorrow afternoon. If you want to go with me, then go. If you don't want to go... then... then... you can see for yourself!"
Song Wen turned around and ran out, while Yun Lu covered her head and started crying.
Lai Yang was stunned for a long time before he bent down and picked up the things scattered on the ground.
The imitation Chantecaille lipstick, liquid foundation, mascara and some miscellaneous items that cost less than a hundred yuan are all cheap items.
The reason why Lai Yang could recognize them was because Gu Qian had used the same ones before.
Whether a woman is vain or not can actually be seen from these things.
A few one-yuan coins also popped out and Lai Yang picked them up.
In fact, Yunlu pays attention to a sense of ritual, which just proves that she takes this marriage very seriously. She doesn't understand why Song Wen is so casual about such things
But in Song Wen's opinion, marriage is a happy event. It should not cause trouble to the family, and there is no need to waste money. The sense of ritual of marriage is not more important than the daily necessities in the future.
Lai Yang looked at the coin in his hand and once again thought of the "two sides" that Li's mother mentioned.
People have two sides, and so do their ideas, and both are correct.
But the problem is that when you stand on one side, you can never see what the other side looks like...
…
Li Dian chased Song Wen downstairs and stopped him. After Lai Yang went downstairs, Li Dian said with a heavy face that he would take Song Wen back to his room first and let Lai Yang find a way to deal with the theater first.
“How to deal with it, what do you think?”
Li Dian sighed, tugged at the collar around his neck, and said, "Let's stop for a few days."
“… You mean closing? We’ve never closed since we opened.”
Lai Yang looked shocked. Li Dian turned around and looked at Song Wen who was standing on the side of the road in a daze, and sighed.
"I know. Is there any other solution now? Apart from Qianying, who else is in the mood to speak now? Or you can ask her to hold an open mic first?"
"Okay... I got it. Also... I'm planning to reject the Guangxun offer, so I'll let you know."
Now it was Li Dian's turn to be shocked. He looked at Lai Yang for a long time, said "You decide", then took a taxi and left with Song Wen.
Lai Yang is now standing on a busy street. The sun is glaring, and the noise and dings of cars are heard from south to north. It is very lively.
But he once again felt the chill that penetrated his bones, just like... in that dream.
The difference is that in the dream, Li Dian and the others drove here, but now they are leaving by car.
The church turned into a hotel, and the marriage turned into a quarrel...
It was unknown how long it had been before Lai Yang picked up his phone and sent a WeChat message to Qianying, asking her to write a tweet for the official account.
The Boxiao Club is temporarily closed, and the opening time is to be determined...
Qianying quickly sent a few shocked expressions and asked what happened
Lai Yang thought for a moment and replied: The theater is sick.