Jiang Xi’s so-called method is... she wants to pretend to be Wang Dasheng’s loyal "brainless fan" of his lover, and then go to see her and "talk about it very happily" with her.

I thought to myself, she had "had a lot" before she even talked to others. When she got there, would she pay attention to her?

On the weekend, I accompanied Jiang Xi to Wang Dasheng's house. Standing under a row of small high-rise buildings that didn't look very spectacular, I sent a message to Wang Dasheng: We're downstairs.

Wang Dasheng's figure soon appeared at the door of the unit. This time he was dressed much more casually when he met, which looked much more pleasing to the eyes than before at the dinner party.

But he still had a sacred and inviolable arrogance on his face. The first sentence he said was not to say hello, but tone was a little panicked in his tone: "When I see my wife, don't mention the adaptation of the script, I said you are an old fan of her. I have always liked her articles very much, and I am very sorry that she did not continue writing. And you came this time to discuss with her and help her continue the article."

When I looked at Jiang Xi, she nodded and agreed, but when Wang Dasheng turned around, she immediately grimaced at me with her lips.

I scratched my head and felt that it was really a challenge to her honest personality by asking Jiang Xi to say so many things against her will. I hope she won't reveal her true colors later.

Wang Dasheng's family lives on the eighth floor. The door lock has fingerprints. I don't know if it is because of the nervousness or the induction lock is not very sensitive. He tried several times before opening the door.

I have visited this community as well, but I didn’t think there was any particularly luxurious large apartment. Sure enough, after walking in, I saw a somewhat friendly three-bedroom apartment. The living room was quite spacious, so we were naturally invited to sit on the sofa.

Jiang Xi was quite surprised not to see Wang Dasheng's wife at the first time. She saw that some doors on the left and right sides of the living room were closed and some were hidden. She lowered her voice and asked, "Where is your wife...whether?"

Wang Dasheng pointed us in the direction with his eyes. Jiang Xi and I looked at the door that was hidden diagonally opposite the sofa, as if we could hear intermittent noise coming from inside.

I listened to it for a few seconds, and it didn't feel like the dialogue or background music in a TV series, and there was a vague sound of swords and swords "ding ding pyramids".

Is this a martial arts movie?

Wang Dasheng went over and knocked on the door lightly twice, "Teacher Jiang and his lover are here, are you... you ended?"

"No."

"Can you pause for a while?" Wang Dasheng stood sideways by the door, trying hard to see the situation inside through the cracks of the door.

"cannot."

Jiang Xi and I looked at each other a little. Not to mention that we were guests, at least Wang Dasheng should have told his wife about our purpose before we came. As a result, he was treated with such a cold reception as soon as he entered the door. How could he treat the guests?

But when I saw Jiang Xi still looked very patient, I took back the unhappiness that was about to come out.

At this time, Wang Dasheng withdrew his hand, turned his head and nodded at us, and sighed: "Please wait a little longer, what should I drink?"

"No, no, no." Jiang Xi patted her backpack, "We brought it ourselves."

"Okay." Wang Dasheng seemed to have something to do and sat alone on the single-group sofa next to him.

I subconsciously looked at the crack in the void door again, suddenly pushed Jiang Xi with my elbow, then took out my phone and sent her a message: "I remember Wang Dasheng's wife suspected of depression, right?"

Jiang Xi replied to the message: "Well, I also checked the relevant information specifically, are you prepared for any trouble?"

I was about to ask what information Jiang Xi had checked, but a shout suddenly came from the room, and then something hit the door heavily and fell to the ground with a "bang".

Wang Dasheng hurriedly stepped forward and pushed open the door. I heard his voice softly, as if he was saying a comforting word.

"I don't want to talk today! Go out!"

After receiving such a response from a comfort, Wang Dasheng did not show any irritability. He picked up the thing his wife had just thrown at the door from the ground and handed it back, "It's your fan. Really, I'm here to find it and want to continue writing that article for you.

"Where did it come from? Where did it come from? Wang Dasheng, do you think I am so stupid, do you think I am still having a big dream in spring and autumn? Stop teasing, I am not worthy, please let others go back, so as not to show jokes here."

His wife's words sounded disheartening, but anyone could hear that she was not giving up on herself, but rather being extremely aggressive.

"I am a real fan, and I really want to finish your article. Didn't you say that... Everyone has their own love for carrots and vegetables. No matter how they are written, can you still gain one or two true fans?"

Speaking of this, Jiang Xi stuffed her backpack into my hand, stood up and walked to the door, and spoke softly, "Is it Big Mengnan?"

As soon as she said this, I felt a strange silence spread throughout the room. Wang Dasheng turned around mechanically and pulled a mechanical smile at Jiang Xi who was standing at the door of the room.

"Hello, are you Mengnan Dadi?" Jiang Xi repeated the polite opening remark again.

"Xiao Cao Mingnan" is the pseudonym of Wang Dasheng's wife.

The "Mengnan Dada" that Jiang Xi blurted out was a name that had never appeared in her book review area. During those days, when Jiang Xi and I talked to her at night, we flipped her book review area back and forth several times and gained a lot of happiness.

Her words are not without reason. As long as a essay is written well and has a correct attitude, even if there are a few poisons, it seems that it can attract some readers. Everyone has their own love. Some readers are like this feeling of "returning to nature"? Even Teacher Jiang Xi solemnly gave her five points to this book, saying: At least ten years ago, it can be considered a qualified presidential article.

"This is Jiang Xi, she is really your loyal reader."

"Mengnan University, aren't you going to continue writing your article? What a pity!" Jiang Xi was really impressed when she started acting, especially when she turned on her phone and flipped through several book reviews that urged for updates, some even last year's publication time.

"Many of these are my small accounts. To be honest, your article has not been well promoted. If it is well promoted, the results will definitely not be like this."

While talking, Jiang Xi had moved into the room without realizing it. From my perspective, as soon as I entered the door, there was a bedside table with the head of the bed facing the door, and Wang Dasheng and Jiang Xi were both standing facing the head of the bed. Could it be...

Is Wang Dasheng's wife lying on the bed?

Do depression patients need to rest in bed for a long time? I don’t know this and dare not think deeply. Seeing Jiang Xi leaning down, it seemed to be whispering something, while Wang Dasheng, who was bent down, seemed to sigh lightly with his shoulders shrugged.

I never question Jiang Xi's talkativeness, nor am I worried about her emotional intelligence and adaptability when talking to others. So when Wang Dasheng exited the room with a relaxed expression, I looked calm and light, hiding my merits and fame.

"My wife originally talked a lot..." Wang Dasheng sat on the sofa and lay on the cushion tiredly.

And I was ready and he would tell me a long story next, but there was nothing left.

Wang Dasheng just looked up at the ceiling blankly, and every time he blinked his eyes, it seemed like he had put in a lot of effort.

Compared to Jiang Xi, I am not a person who is particularly good at chatting, and my only sense of humor has been devoted to Jiang Xi. At this time, I didn’t even have the idea of ​​provoking the topic, so I did the same thing with him, leaning against him and looking at the ceiling.

A very light laughter gradually came from the room, and Wang Dasheng, who heard this chuckle, suddenly sat up straight. His expression became very serious, and he seemed to have slightly tilted his head.

"Oh, by the way, let's have dinner at my house tonight. It seems that they still have some chats." Wang Dasheng lit up his phone and glanced at the time.

"No need, I have children at home. I'm late when I go back, the children have no food to eat." I was a little surprised. I thought of the Thirteen Domineering Man in the hotel, and the man who is wearing home clothes and smiling and wants to keep us for dinner, the difference is so big that it doesn't look like the same person.

"Where is your child going to school? Why don't I drive over and pick him up and come to my house to eat together?" Wang Dasheng slapped his thighs with both hands, stood up and walked to the refrigerator, and actually started counting the ingredients in the refrigerator.

"I really don't need it. The child still has to do his homework..." I was already a little uncomfortable sitting on the sofa. I wanted to say a few more words to refuse, but the phone in my pocket rang.

I opened it and saw that it was Jiang Xi’s message: His wife wants to keep us at her house for dinner, Wang Dasheng cooks, and I will give you a task to learn more about the situation between them from Wang Dasheng. I seem to be able to analyze why his wife is depressed.

I don’t know how she was able to chat with people very much, but she was also distracted from sending such a remote remote control text message. After reading it, I felt my eyebrows beating wildly and quickly replied: You just took over a task of adapting scripts and sequels, there is no need to do any derivative services, right?

"Oh, what are you thinking? My wife and I have a good chat. Just chat with Wang Dasheng and you can also learn about cooking skills."

I looked at the room with a complicated expression, and the laughter from inside was a little higher. Now I feel that Wang Dasheng's wife is not suffering from depression, but has never met a chattering friend like Jiang Xi.

Thinking of the readers in her group, because they like to follow her so much that they don’t even chase her, I have nothing to be relieved.

But, your wife, you are a wise choice, and your readers are all wise. Do you really think this is a wise choice?

Since the task was issued, of course I couldn't be passive. Seeing that Wang Dasheng had taken out all kinds of meat, eggs and vegetables from the refrigerator and entered the kitchen, I also hurriedly called the teacher in the cram school and asked the teacher to help pick up Jiang Tiao to the evening and finish the homework from the teacher. We might have to be late before we can pick her up.

Wang Dasheng in the kitchen hummed a song in a low voice. I told him that the child had been settled. My Jiangxi also felt that he was still happy to chat with his wife, so... he was disturbed.

He said: "If you don't disturb me, my wife can't go out, otherwise you should be invited to the xx hotel for dinner."

I immediately caught a question point, but I didn't ask immediately. Instead, he continued his words: "It's not worse than outside. Jiang Xi and I have been married for so many years, and I have been accustomed to eating at home. You cut the potatoes upright and cut them up longer and stir-fry them crispy. Why don't I do it?"

"I always feel unstable when cutting vertically. Do you often cook at home? Then you can cut it. My wife likes to eat crispier ones." Wang Dasheng did not see me, put down the knife and turned around and went to measure the rice in the rice bucket.

As the knife made a "tuk-tuk" sound on the cutting board, I pretended to ask intentionally or unintentionally: "Have your wife been feeling uncomfortable these two days?"

Wang Dasheng washed the rice with clear water, shook his head and sighed, "It's not the past two days, she...ah, she's really anxious..."

I noticed Wang Dasheng's desire to speak but stopped, so I remained silent again. I believe he must have not found a suitable chat partner for a long time. Although I am far less knowledgeable about finding topics as much as Jiang Xi, Wang Dasheng should not be a "literary worker" who is more emotional than his wife.

Sure enough, when he pressed the rice cooker button, he finally continued: "My wife was talking a lot, but most of the books she told me were the books she read. Before I could understand the plot, she began to introduce the relationship between characters and character settings to me, and then said that if the author was her, how would she have a dramatic conflict and let someone get a lunch box early... Look at me again, a graduate of food engineering, I was not interested in the things she said. After that, work became busier and busier, and we were often separated from each other. I visited customers outside, and she was in charge of all kinds of trivial matters in the factory..."

He was holding a handful of celery in his hand, but his movements of picking vegetables were extremely slow. "I was very happy that she had her own hobbies, but I couldn't understand it. I was already very busy with work during the day, so why did I have to stay up late to write at night? I don't want my body?"

I gradually realized that Wang Dasheng was treating me as his object of congratulation. As I listened to him, a look of deep understanding flashed across his face from time to time. Isn’t this what he said?

Although my family is not short of money, Jiang Xi also often tells me some inexplicable characters, relationships, and backgrounds to write articles every day. I haven't understood this character yet, but her words have already jumped to the next topic. Jiang Xi's typical thinking is almost jumping. I am a graduate student in information engineering and can't keep up at all.

So for this Wang Dasheng, I have been disgusted, prepared, relaxed, and relieved... until now I am sympathetic.

We are really hard brothers!

Jiang Xi and I have already obtained some fragmented information from Brother Li. We know that his wife had a major operation and did not recover after the operation, so we became a little depressed. His factory had also encountered a big setback before. Later, in order to get my wife out of depression, we had to find someone to improve the job without paying attention. The one who was not very outstanding was spent a lot of money.
Chapter completed!