Tang Zheming, panting, handed the red slip of paper and pen to Wang Yong.
Wang Yong took the red slip and wrote on it: Hurry up and arrange a wife for me!
After writing it, he handed it to Tang Zheming and asked him to hang it up.
Tang Zheming secretly glanced at what Wang Yong had written on it. Was he really that eager to find a partner? He was praying to the God of Love and making wishes on red ribbons.
Tang Zheming secretly hung Wang Yong's red ribbon next to his own.
He stood on the ladder, hung up Wang Yong's red ribbon, and then looked at his own wish: that his idol, Wang Yong, would like him.
"Tie it tight for me, lest the wind blows it off." Wang Yong stood below, looking up at Tang Zheming above.
Tang Zheming nodded in agreement, and just as he finished fastening his belt and was about to get off, he suddenly lost his footing.
He thought he would fall and break his face, doing all the most embarrassing things he had ever done in his life in front of his idol.
But it doesn't seem to hurt that much. What's going on? He opened his eyes and looked around.
Oh my god! I hit my idol! He's going to hate me for it.
My heart is crying out: Mom, can I go back into your tummy and hide?
How long are you going to lie on me?
Tang Zheming immediately got up from him and hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
"Don't apologize, don't apologize, just help me up."
Wang Yong really didn't expect that this small, thin child would be so heavy.
It felt like a huge boulder had hit me; my chest hurt, and it felt like my arm was broken.
Tang Zheming quickly grabbed Wang Yong's arm, trying to pull him up.
"Ouch...it hurts...pull my other arm, this arm seems to be broken."
Tang Zheming released his arm again, and Wang Yong was sweating profusely from the pain.
"You're really rough with me. Couldn't you have let go of my arm a little easier? I already said it looks like it's broken, and you still loosened your grip so forcefully."
Are you trying to murder me?
Tang Zheming was so nervous and flustered that he stammered, "I...I didn't...I didn't want to harm you."
Wang Yong had one hand on Tang Zheming's shoulder and the other hanging down.
"You're either trying to harm me, or our horoscopes are incompatible. You've knocked me down twice today and taken advantage of me."
Tang Zheming cried with self-reproach. How could he have hurt his idol? He couldn't even forgive himself for what he had done to his idol that day.
"Let me take you to the hospital."
Wang Yong was quite surprised to see Tang Zheming with a tearful face. He thought that he should be the one crying now.
Today was so unlucky; I didn't check the almanac before going out.
"Why are you crying? I should be the one crying now. I'm in so much pain."
Tang Zheming sobbed, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault. If you hadn't met me, you wouldn't have been so unlucky."
"If I hadn't met you, I might have had bad luck today. I guess I'm not suited to come to this place. Maybe I'm destined to be a lonely old man." Wang Yong sighed.
Tang Zheming said excitedly, "You're not destined to be single forever. You have us. We love you and we'll be there for you."
"But what I need is not the love of fans, what I need now is the love of my partner."
"Seeing the people around me loving each other so much, I'm almost driven crazy with jealousy."
Wang Yong wasn't initially in a strong desire to find a partner, but seeing He Muchen and his wife being so sweet and affectionate on set, and seeing how they only had eyes for each other, he became jealous and finally decided he wanted to find one too.
But finding a partner isn't something you can just do anytime, anywhere.
He originally came to ask the God of Love for help, but it seems he and this place don't quite click, so he's given up and will just let things take their course.
If he's destined to be single for the rest of his life, then so be it.
Actually, being alone is quite nice, it's just a little lonely, but you can bear it and it will pass.
"But you can't rush into looking randomly just because you're jealous of others."
"Relationships are all about fate; you can't force them."
Wang Yong looked at Tang Zheming and asked him curiously, "How old are you this year?"
"twenty."
"He's clumsy in doing things, but his ideas are quite mature."
Tang Zheming lowered his head, embarrassed. He wasn't usually like this; he didn't know why he became like this around him.
I guess it's because he's someone I like, and I wanted to do well in front of him, but the more I did, the further away I pushed him.
I originally watched the previous program and envied Zhou Rui for being able to be so sweet and loving with her idol.
He thought he could pray to Zhou Rui's photo so he could also pounce on his idol, but instead, he ended up pounced on his idol and ended up in the hospital.
Today, I not only successfully caught my idol's attention, but also successfully incurred his dislike.
He felt he could no longer salvage his image in front of his idol, so he could only bury his love deep in his heart.
I will never again dream of seduce him in this lifetime.
"Hey! What are you thinking about? I've been calling you for ages and you still can't hear me."
Tang Zheming quickly lowered his head and apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
"Can you please stop saying sorry all the time? Are you calling me 'sorry'? Help me get to the car and get to the hospital first, my arm hurts a lot..."
Tang Zheming shut his mouth, helped Wang Yong into his car, and stood at the car door, looking at him with a guilty expression.
Wang Yong winced in pain and said, "What are you standing there for? Get up here right now. Did your family tell you that you can get away with hitting someone and injuring them?"
Tang Zheming stood there, staring at him with wide eyes. Could he really get into his idol's car?
"Are you really trying to hit me and not take responsibility, then run away?" Wang Yong used his uninjured hand to forcefully pull him into the car. Before Tang Zheming could react, he was already lying on Wang Yong's lap.
"Does your body really enjoy lying on top of people?"
Tang Zheming blushed with embarrassment as he climbed off his lap, apologizing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean to."
"Aaaaaah...get away from me, I still want my manhood."
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."
"Where are you touching? Sit down properly right now." Wang Yong couldn't stand this clumsy little boy anymore.
Tang Zheming's face turned completely red, and he sat obediently, keeping quiet the whole way.
"Hurry up and go downstairs to open the door for me, and help me down."
Tang Zheming said "Oh," helped Wang Yong out of the car, and helped him to a chair. He told Wang Yong to wait for him while he went to register.
Wang Yong looked at Tang Zheming's retreating figure, then glanced at his own battered body, and sighed deeply.
*
Wang Yong, with his arm in a cast, sat in the car, took a picture with his phone, and posted it on his WeChat Moments.
The caption reads: "Marriage is something you can't ask for; you only end up hurt after asking. (crying emoji)"
He Muchen saw his WeChat Moments and sent him a message: Where have you been? We were fine before we left.
Could it be that you got beaten up because you were being mean-spirited?
When Wang Yong saw the message from He Muchen, he thought he would show some concern for him, but instead he was scolded instead.
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