"Nothing!"
Krystal exclaimed, she wanted to see Yang Mo follow the above words at a glance, according to his character, this is definitely a rather uncomfortable thing.
The three of them sat and chatted in the living room, the time passed, entering the door was just an appetizer, and eating was a big meal, thinking of the etiquette written on it, Yang Mo couldn't help but have a big head.
"Does Yang Mo drink?"
Father Zheng asked suddenly.
Yang Mo looked at him, Father Zheng's expression was like if you say no, don't come in the future, after reading the etiquette of dining in Korea, Yang Mo didn't want to come at all, but this is different, so he decisively responded: "Inside, you can drink a little, but I don't like to talk much when I'm drunk, if you don't answer my question, it means that I'm a little drunk, I hope you don't mind at that time." ” "It's okay, just drink it, let's have a drink."
How good it would be if it was really a cup, Yang Mo couldn't help but think.
In order of age, Zheng's father sat in the main seat, and Yang Mo walked to the end and sat down, fortunately it was not a low table, and the higher chair was at least more comfortable to sit on.
There is a bowl of rice and a bowl of soup in front of him, and further away are some home-cooked dishes, although kimchi is indispensable, but it is not as pitted as the imaginary bowl with only a small point, it seems that there is still a lot of meat, and each plate is filled with a lot.
Yang Mo sat in a regular manner, not moving, in short, he was the last to do it.
He was still waiting for Zheng's father to make a move, Zheng's father poured him a glass of wine first, Yang Mo immediately stood up, put his left hand under his right forearm, took the wine with his right hand, turned his face to drink it all, and handed over the empty cup and poured it again, drank it all, and then poured a full wine to pay tribute to Zheng's father.
Father Zheng raised the empty wine glass, Yang Mo took the bottle in his right hand, and poured it full for Father Zheng with his left hand.
"Eat."
Father Zheng said, taking the lead.
Yang Mo saw that Krystal did not do it until he did it, took a sip of soup with a spoon and drank it, then ate a mouthful of rice, then drank another mouthful of soup, ate another mouthful of rice, put the vegetables in a bowl in turn according to the steps, scooped them up with a spoon and ate them, his idea was to taste all the dishes first, so as not to forget them, but Father Zheng obviously didn't think so, because he raised his glass.
Yang Mo hurriedly swallowed the food, raised the wine glass and touched the body of Zheng's father's wine glass with the mouth of the glass, and then drank it all, took the bottle in his right hand and supported the bottom with his left hand, and poured full wine for Zheng's father, and the other party also poured full wine for Yang Mo, and then Yang Mo continued to complete the unfinished business.
Krystal saw all this, her lips pursed, her face tensed, she held back a smile so hard that she couldn't even eat.
Yang Mo seemed to have discovered something, turned his head to look at her, and found Krystal, whose face was almost deformed, couldn't help coughing, attracting Father Zheng's gaze.
"Uncle, I respect you."
Yang Mo raised his glass and said.
Father Zheng also raised his wine glass to clink glasses, Yang Mo drank it all and was full again, but Father Zheng just took a sip and didn't need to refill the glass, Yang Mo talked to Father Zheng while eating.
At the dining table, Zheng's mother was eating quietly, not to mention the Zheng sisters, who were so quiet that they couldn't even hear the sound of eating, only the voices of Zheng's father and Yang Mo.
"How did Yang Mo and my Ermao meet?"
Zheng's father and Yang Mo clinked glasses, and the two helped each other pour them after drinking.
Yang Mo took a shallow sip of wine and said: "We met in the program of f(x), but we met again at school later, and then I recommended her to be the heroine of the drama I wrote." ” "I've watched that TV series, the plot is compact, the logic is rigorous, it's a good drama, but in the end, the two weren't together, I think it's reasonable and it's a pity."
Zheng's father drank the wine, and before Yang Mo could continue, Zheng's mother helped him pour it, and on this side, the nearest krystal helped Yang Mo to fill it.
"Actually, what I really want is a pity, I want to get it but I can't get it, being reasonable is just the most basic, because it is necessary to ensure the rigor of the plot."
Yang Mo explained.
Zheng's father was puzzled: "Why do you want to do this?"
” Even Krystal, who had played the leading role, also looked at him, Yang Mo explained: "Comedy makes people happy, but tragedy can make people remember, the long aesthetic foreshadowing in front of it makes people feel that the male and female protagonists can be together in the end, and the audience will have illusions about the follow-up plot, but it backfires, the separation of the male and female protagonists is inevitable, and it is the most painful and memorable to think of it in this way, and the audience will remember this role and remember this actor." ” Father Zheng nodded, understanding that this was a plot designed by Yang Mo in consideration of the audience's thoughts, in fact, Krystal also benefited from it, but it was also labeled as Han Jingyan, on the one hand, it shows that Krystal has a thorough understanding of this role and has brought her to life, which is an affirmation of her; On the other hand, it is difficult to remove the label when it is marked.
The two finished drinking another glass, and then while Zheng Mu and Krystal were paying attention to help refill the wine, Yang Mo picked up the cup and couldn't help but think, in fact, it was not bad to be a guest here, even if he finished drinking, Krystal would help refill the glass.
"How do you get rid of the label on Ermao?"
Father Zheng thought about it and said.
"Act in a few more good dramas, and replace Han Jingyan's label with the label of acting.
I believe that Xiujing also knows the ups and downs on the road to fame, every time she climbs a mountain, she will see the scenery farther away, Han Jingyan's label is a mountain, conquer this mountain, she will know what she wants.
Actually, I don't have to worry too much about Xiujing when I see it, it's not easy for a girl to do this, and she knows what to do.
But if she doesn't fight, someone has to fight for her. ” Father Zheng sighed, drank the wine in the cup in one gulp, Yang Mo also drank it, Krystal helped to fill it, and looked at Yang Mo with a wine bottle in his hand.
Yang Mo Yuguang saw Krystal, smiled and touched her head with his hand, drank all the wine in the cup, and handed it to her.
Although Zheng's father saw it, he didn't say anything, just drank up the wine like Yang Mo and said: "Ermao doesn't like to talk to people a lot, and other artists are fighting for the itinerary, but she listens to the company's arrangement, and she doesn't talk when she has nothing to do.
To let her find the crew by herself, it is estimated that it is difficult with her character, she has to wait for the company to arrange, the good scenes will be divided, and the bad ones will be divided, and she has to wait for an opportunity to take off this label. ” Krystal no longer pretended to be dead this time, but showed off: "Abba, I'm acting again, and I'm still the heroine of a movie." ” "Really?"
This time, Zheng's father, Zheng's mother, and Jessica all looked at her: "What's the matter?"
” "Yang Mo told me yesterday that he is still a screenwriter."
"Have you signed the contract, will this role be snatched away by someone else?"
Zheng's mother, who cared about her daughter, asked.
Krystal looked at Yang Mo, and Yang Mo replied, "No, unless someone wants to lose their job." ” The Zheng family was a little surprised, but they didn't dig deeper, Zheng's father and Yang Mo drank wine one by one, although it was a lower degree of soju, but if they drank too much, they would get drunk.
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Yang Mo passively entered the serious mode because of drinking more than ten minutes ago, and now he has very few words, and he eats with a single glance, and when he drinks with Zheng's father, the memory of drinking etiquette in his brain is completely activated, and even his behavior is like a salute.
His eyes were hazy, his face was slightly red, his body was slightly lowered, he drank the wine in the cup in one gulp, and continued to pick up the dishes, it looked like he was only slightly drunk and rational, but he was really not drunk, he was not drunk with the control mode, but it was more dangerous, because the wine would make him passively enter the serious mode, and then enter the control mode, once he entered the control mode, he would immediately stop drinking, otherwise he would die.
On the other hand, Zheng's father, who drank a little less than him, was even more drunk and talked more.
"Yang Mo, why do you feel like you're always changing, you seem to be strong for a while, and you don't seem to be so strong for a while?"
The talkative father Zheng asked a question that he had always been concerned about.
"Because of the ability."
"It seems that you are drunk, otherwise why are there so few words, where are you usually?"
"Home."
"What can you do at home, young people, go out for a walk, see and see, the outside world is more wonderful than you can imagine, you see I still take your aunt to travel everywhere."
"I'll get out, that's my goal."
"What are your goals?"
"Marry a wife, give birth to a firstborn son and a daughter, and travel all over the world with his wife."
Father Zheng took a sip of dry wine and handed the wine glass to Yang Mo, Yang Mo staggered to his feet, holding the bottom of his left hand and helping to pour the wine with the bottle in his right hand, but his hand was a little unsteady and spilled some.
Father Zheng didn't care, he also sprinkled Yang Mo's hand, the two of them had a drink, and continued to pour wine for each other.
"Look......
My Ermao ......
What do you think?
Father Zheng squinted his eyes and said.
"Abba!"
Krystal said angrily at Father Zheng.
Even Jessica and Zheng's mother looked at him with some unhappiness.
Yang Mo turned his head to look at Krystal, tilted his head and said, "Fair-skinned......
It's ......
Four eyes and two noses, so strange.
Yang Mo drank the wine and handed it to Krystal, this opportunity to let Krystal help pour the wine was not much, Yang Mo decided to drink until the control mode appeared.
When Krystal heard Yang Mo's answer, he immediately had black lines on his head, poured the wine full, and looked at him hatefully.
"That's because you were drunk, I didn't expect you to drink so badly."
"I'm a good drinker, I haven't been drunk until now, you're already drunk."
Yang Mo took advantage of the free time to answer, and quickly swept the food on the table, and Krystal saw that his rice bowl was empty, and went to help him refill it.
Finally, Zheng's father tilted his head and fell on the table, Zheng's mother hurriedly helped him to the sofa, Zheng's mother and Zheng's sisters had already eaten, not that they ate fast, but it was too time-consuming for the two to drink and chat, and now only Yang Mo was still eating at the table.
"Uncle, look, I'll just say you're drunk, I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk, I can still eat, ah, these dishes are delicious."
Yang Mo finished the dish one bite after another, he hadn't gotten off the table yet, and Krystal couldn't leave, so he kept pouring wine for him.
Finally, Yang Mo finished the last bite of the dish, drank the wine in the cup in another sip, and couldn't help frowning, saying that it was to drink to the control mode, which had already arrived, and the control mode that lasted for ten seconds made him grit his teeth and cover his head, and his left hand, which had been placed below because of eating, grabbed the corner of the wooden chair under him, and he had to use tense muscles to relieve his pain.
"What's wrong with you?"
Krystal, who had been by his side, noticed his anomaly and asked with concern.
Yang Mo didn't speak, ten seconds is not long, it is not short, in Krystal's opinion, it is very short, because as soon as she put her hand on Yang Mo's head, he was fine; And Yang Mo, who was immersed in the scene, was like a year in these ten seconds, and finally endured it, feeling that someone was massaging his head, and some hideous faces eased slightly, and then calmed down.