Chapter 90 Tonight, I am not your teacher

After such a fuss, whether Pan Guofei and Si Yajing's marriage can continue to be maintained is a big question. According to Wen Liang's meaning, it is better to have a long pain than a short pain. It is best to kick that dirty man. But he also understood that divorce is not a performance on TV. It is as simple as verbally speaking, and there are many practical issues to consider. Wen Liang can take care of Si Yajing in work and life, and there are no need to worry about material things. But as a social person, in addition to material things, there are respect from others, recognition from colleagues, appreciation from leaders, and a kind and friendly social environment. However, in Qingzhou in 1995, a beautiful woman who divorced would have many covetous eyes, many involvement of right and wrong, and rumors were enough to kill people.

What's more, there are pictures who are just four years old...

It was precisely because of these reality that Si Yajing was still swallowing her anger while Pan Guofei humiliated her in every possible way and tried to maintain her shaky marriage. In her heart, she kept telling herself that all Pan Guofei's resentment stems from the man's monopoly and jealousy, which actually means that he still loves himself. But today's appearance of Xia Minru easily broke the last line of defense she made for herself.

When the only reason for persistence no longer holds true, a decision becomes an imminent matter!

The three of them walked far away, and no one spoke. Si Yajing looked plain and could not tell her thoughts, but the hand that Wen Liang held was so cold that it was terrible. Tutu was curled up in Wen Liang's arms, and her little head was lying on her shoulders. She didn't know very well what had happened just now, but she also knew that the bad father had bullied her mother again, and her mother was very sad.

Tutu is also very sad...

The little girl's eyes blinked and bit her lips tightly before she could cry out loud. That kind of strong look is really heartbreaking.

Wen Liang intentionally broke the dull atmosphere and said softly: "Teacher Si, Tutu is afraid he is hungry. I know there is an old shop where the white-cut chicken made is delicious..."

Si Yajing stopped, pulled out her slender hands from Wen Liang's palm, and gently stroked Tutu's hair. Her mother's love and tenderness were undoubtedly revealed.

"No, I'll send Tutu to her grandma's house first."

Wen Liang nodded. If this situation is not good, he will return to the family building of the Post and Telecommunications Bureau. He raised his hand to stop the taxi and turned toward Huaihai Road.

Wen Liang, a grandmother in Tutu, has been here before. That time, he also met Pan Guofei when he sent Si Yajing home. Liu Tianlai and Ji Su were also there. Everyone left in a bad mood. Si Yajing returned to her parents' home and hid Wen Liang for a while. Unexpectedly, this time it was like this. I really don't know if it was Wen Liang's unlucky or Si Yajing's unlucky. It seems that every time Wen Liang appears, it will cause additional conditions in Si Yajing's life and suffer serious physical and mental damage. Is it really a matter of fate?

But my original intention is to help her solve the problem!

Wen Liang leaned against the telephone pole in front of the residential building, looking helpless. After a while, Si Yajing walked out of the corridor, changed into a light blue tunic top, black tight jeans, her hair was tied behind her head with rubber bands, and a few bangs hung between her eyebrows, making her skin look like snow and look colorful.

It’s simple, it’s amazing!

This is a home dress that Wen Liang had never seen before, the dignity and beauty of different teachers and the maturity and charm of different young women, as if they perfectly combine the elegance and temptation. With every move, people are dazzled.

Si Yajing walked to Wen Liang, not caring about his stupid gaze, and grabbed his hand in a familiar way and walked towards the end of the street.

"Teacher Si, you..."

"Call me Sister Yajing," Si Yajing smiled and said, "You called me like that just now, I...I'm very happy. Let's find a bar to have a drink."

Wen Liang didn't expect to hear the words of drinking from her mouth, and stared at her for a moment, until Si Yajing showed a pleading look, then sighed and said, "Okay, but I will choose the place."

"Yeah, it's going to be more lively!"

The bar industry in Qingzhou has not yet formed a scale. There are only eight or nine bars open in the famous Zishi Street in later generations. From time to time, you can see some avant-garde young men and women walking around on the street. The tall neon lights have already lit up, covering the entire Zishi Street under the bizarre night view. Although it is not deserted, it is not enthusiastic enough. Wen Liang called An Baoqing and asked which store was under his name, and then took Si Yajing into it.

Safety is the first priority. Nowadays, gangsters have no place to go, and bars, dance halls, bath centers and other places have become their destinations, which are most likely to cause disputes and quarrels. In addition, Qingzhou's folks are tough, and accidentally rubbing their female companions on the dance floor, they may get more than a dozen beer bottles, not to mention that they deliberately find fault. When they fight, they will definitely have a big scene and are full of bloody effects.

The two found a remote corner to sit down. Wen Liang asked the waiter to order a glass of Bailey sweet wine. Si Yajing looked calm, but grabbed Wen Liang's hand and betrayed her heart. Wen Liang smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's a friend's shop, nothing will happen. Since you are here, relax and don't think about anything. Listen to music and drink some wine. Life is actually quite beautiful!"

It was the first time Si Yajing came to such a place, and it was natural to be scared. After hearing Wen Liang's words, he looked at the boy's gentle smile and looked at the surrounding environment curiously.

I have to say that An Baoqing or Ye Zhiwei is indeed very talented in business. Putting aside the style and taste, just in terms of level and layout, this bar called Deep Sea has exceeded the regional limitations of Qingzhou. It is hidden in its ostentatiousness, and it is hidden in its luxury. It actually has a bit of the unique petty bourgeois atmosphere in big cities.

No wonder before nine o'clock, the crowd began to pour in. Wen Liang glanced at it for a few seconds and found that there were several beautiful women with their clothes and temperaments far from comparable to those of ordinary vulgar powder in ordinary bars. Of course, if nothing unexpected happens, Si Yajing, who is dressed in casual clothes, must be the brightest light in the deep sea.

Wen Liang asked the waiter to order a glass of Bailey sweet wine for Si Yajing, but he only asked for a glass of soda: "I can't drink, so I'll just drink a glass of water."

This is not because he deliberately pretends to be b, but because he is worried that Si Yajing is in a bad mood and obviously wants to use alcohol to numb himself. If he really can't persuade him later, there must be someone who stays awake in such a place...

"Stop coming. If you say you can't make wine, I still believe it. If you say you can't drink, you won't even believe your little girlfriends, right?" Si Yajing gave him a blank look, imitating Wen Liang's appearance, and snapped her fingers at the waiter. This cute little movement appeared on her, and the impact on Wen Liang was no less than a nuclear explosion.

"What kind of wine is the most intense here? Give him a glass!"

Si Yajing's performance tonight has always made Wen Liang very worried. It would be fine if she cried. The more she pretended to be innocent and couldn't help laughing, the more she felt nervous.

"I really don't know..."

"Would you please listen to me tonight?"

Wen Liang lost again under Si Yajing's eyes and nodded helplessly to the waiter. When the wine came up, Wen Liang looked at the waiter with a smile on his face and was so angry that he wanted to curse. The waiter put "Don't Wait when I get drunk", a set of seven glasses, all of which are the most popular spirits in the bar, tequila, chivas, vodka, and several wines that Wen Liang can't name. This way of drinking is very famous in Qingzhou bars in later generations. Seven glasses of wine are freely matched, not the best, as long as the strongest, it is a way of coexistence of arrogance and tragic. Arrogance is easy to understand, why is tragic? Because after seven glasses, there is no thousand that can't be taken down, so under normal circumstances, "Don't Wait when I get drunk" is used to deal with the rivals of love...

The waiter was used to seeing guests like Wen Liang. In order to be a big shot in front of his female companion, he could only stare at him and swallow it. The commission was obtained tonight. Wen Liang glanced at him and knew what this guy was thinking, but he was too lazy to care about him and waved his hand to get rid of the matter.

Si Yajing held the wine glass, closed her eyes, raised her head and drank it all. Baili wine was thick and sweet, about 20 degrees, but it was not easy to drink it in one sip. She choked for a moment and carefully felt the heat of the liquid passing through her throat and soaked into the lungs. After a while, she opened her eyes. There was a trace of deep sadness in her eyes, and she quickly disappeared. She tilted her head and looked a little cute, saying, "This wine is delicious... Why don't you drink it? Don't cheat, I've drunk it all..."

Wen Liang smiled, picked up the wine and took a sip.

"No, I have to drink all of it! Come on, I'll accompany you!"

Si Yajing didn't wait for Wen Liang to react, snatched a cup of tequila from the set meal in front of him, and took a quick sip.

"Cough, cough..."

Si Yajing's coughing tears flew out. Wen Liang hurriedly handed over a glass of soda, patted her back lightly, and said softly: "This wine is a bit intense, drink it slowly."

Si Yajing looked at Wen Liang with tears in her eyes, and in a trance, it seemed that she had returned to the past years. The same careful person, the same gentle voice, became unrecognizable when she turned around. She smiled bitterly and poured the remaining wine in the glass into her throat. It was strange, but she did not cough again this time.

Wen Liang frowned. It was not a solution to continue like this. He thought about how to get rid of her knot. Si Yajing noticed Wen Liang's silence, then reached out to grab a cup of Chivas, with a confused look on his eyes and whispered: "Wen Liang, don't ask anything, don't say anything! Tonight, I'm not your teacher, and you are not my student... Have a drink with me."

No matter which time or space, the bar is always the most passionate and tempting place in the city. The rolling and flickering lights pass by, and sometimes ambiguous and sometimes surging music sounds. The men and women swaying in the dance floor, panting and screaming in a low voice, and the young madness and indulgence are fully vented here. Si Yajing let go of her body and mind, and devoted herself to the great cause of drinking. One, two, three, and eight glasses of wine were drunk in a short while, and then continued to order and continue to drink. The two said a lot, sang many songs, and even when the slow-shaking music sounded, they hugged each other and sang a dance in the dance floor.
Chapter completed!