After Ren Qinglin finished speaking, his eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was a little nervous.
It's right to be nervous. It's like talking to a foreigner when you first learned English, and Jane can understand it.
To be honest, Ren Qinglin said these few sentences in everyday Cantonese very well, and it sounded very natural, so he didn't feel awkward.
"Yes, yes," Jian Ran agreed with Ren Qinglin's language talent, "You speak much better than Xiaogou."
Ren Qinglin was quiet, and the topic changed: "Senior, why are you called Jian Ran?"
Jian Ran was inexplicable, "Huh?"
Ren Qinglin smiled, "Senior should be called 'Jianjian' more appropriately."
?
Got cat cakes
Jane retorted: "then why don't you call it 'Nintendo', I think it suits you very well."
Ren Qinglin: "..."
There was no Cantonese club in the university, so Ren Qinglin finally signed up for a basketball club.
Jane was a little surprised: "you also play basketball."
Everyone said that Ren Qinglin was a handsome Japanese guy, so he should play baseball.
Ren Qinglin raised his eyebrows: "Can't fight?"
"Can you fight, let's make an appointment next time?"
"Success," Ren Qinglin said, "I'll wait for the senior to invite me."
It rained again in Beijing, and the weather turned completely cold.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon. Shen Zixiao, who lives in the local area, is going home for the festival. Ji Yuanxi has made an appointment to go to Qinhuangdao with his girlfriend. Ke Yan will spend three days in the library, so Jian Ran has no plans.
Shen Zixiao invited Jian Ran to his house for the festival: "You have nowhere to go. Come and join in the fun at my house."
Jian Ran said, "Okay, I'll talk to my mother later."
Before Jian Ran could find his mother, she took the initiative to call him.
Jane's mother: "Of course, don't go home during the Mid-Autumn Festival, go to Ren's house."
"I didn't plan to go home at first. It's only three days off, and it's too late..." Jian Ran stopped suddenly in the middle of her speech, and it took a long time to react, "Ha? What did you say???"
Jane's mother repeated it thoughtfully: "During the Mid-Autumn Festival, you went to Ren Qinglin's house. I have already said hello to his parents."
"… "
Jane is holding her phone, standing on the balcony, messy in the autumn wind.
"Of course?" Jane's mother asked on the other end of the phone, "but are you still there?"
Jian Ran wrapped her little coat tightly and reluctantly found her voice: "Why..."
"It's been more than a month since you and Ren Qinglin got their licenses. We haven't seen his parents yet. It's almost time to visit Ren's house."
Jian Ran made up her mind about the scene where she went to Ren's house to "visit".
—Sa Beining Oxygen.jpg
Jian Ran beat her chest and stammered her words incoherently, "I have to meet my parents after I get the certificate. Should we hold hands when the wedding is held?! We still have to kiss on the first anniversary of the wedding, right? What about the promised marriage? Mom, you're embarrassing me! "
Jane's mother laughed when she heard "giggling", and when she was done laughing, she comforted her son: "You are excited, but it's just to meet a parent, what a big deal. When the National Day is coming, Qinglin will also come to our house. what."
Jian Ran lost her temper, and said blankly, "Oh, he's coming to our house again."
"Don't worry, Qinglin's parents are very talkative, so you can go to a friend's house to play for a few days. By the way, remember to buy some gifts."
Jian Ran struggled to the death: "Can you not go and have a discussion?"
"No." Jane's mother's tone became serious, "Of course, the Ren family is a listed company, and the surface effort still needs to be done enough, otherwise you will let those project investors and shareholders think."
Jian Ran: "..."
The special has brought out the project, of course he has nothing to say.
"Understood," Jian Ransheng said without love, "I will go."
After hanging up, Jane took a deep breath and patted her face randomly like a little seal patted her belly.
Ji Yuanxi's voice came from the bedroom: "However, what are you doing?"
Jian Ran's tone was calm: "Take a toner."
Ji Yuanxi: "If you pat it lightly, what should you do if you break the little face like a flower and a jade?"
Jian Ran stopped self-torture. He looked at the mirror and started to do psychological construction for himself.
—Jian Ran, it’s time to test you!
Isn't it just to meet the parents of the younger brother, you dare to eat even the slightly spicy duck intestines, are you afraid of this? !
And you are not a parent who has never met a friend. Shen Zixiao's parents like you and want to recognize you as a godson!
But can Shen Zixiao's parents be the same as Ren Qinglin's parents! Will he be called "Uncle and Aunt", or "Uncle and Aunt", or... Dad? mom
...kill him.
Jian Ran looked at the opposite building. On the balcony of Ren Qinglin's bedroom stood a boy who was eating sugar cane. Seeing that his figure was not Ren Qinglin's.
In other words, Ren Qinglin should have also received the news, but he didn't take the initiative to mention this to himself. Is it because he has been too busy studying recently
—You can pull it down, the freshman has only a few days of classes, so what is there to be busy with.
The day after tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, time is running out, he hasn't even bought a gift yet.
Thinking of this, Jian Ran picked up her mobile phone and sent a message to Ren Qinglin.
Jian Ranran: Well, what do your parents like
.R:
Gan!
You don't have to pretend to be in front of your father.
Jian Ranran: I'm going to your house for the Mid-Autumn Festival, don't say you don't know. [Indifference.jpg]
.R: Well, seniors just come, no need to bring gifts.
Jian Ranran: No, I can't afford to lose this person. Don't take it with you when you come to my house.
.R: Does the senior have class tomorrow afternoon
Jian Ran flipped through the timetable.
Jian Ranran: There is a section that ends at four o'clock.
.R: Then I take the senior to the mall to buy gifts
Jane Ranran: OJBK. By the way, your roommate has been eating sugar cane for so long
.R: Sugarcane
Jian Ran looked up and saw Ren Qinglin walking out of the opposite bedroom.
.R: Senior... He's blowing. [Bai Zhantang is embarrassed and polite.jpg]
Jian Ranran: [Grandpa in the subway looks at his mobile phone.jpg]
In the afternoon, Jane propped her chin with one hand and turned the coin with the back of her other hand. Ten minutes before the end of get out of class, he couldn't help yawning and started fishing.
Shen Zixiao, who was beside him, was typing frantically with his head lowered, and Jian Ran bumped into his shoulder, "Who are you chatting with? This class has never stopped."
Shen Zixiao didn't lift his head, "Goddess."
Jian Ran was shocked, "Isn't your goddess Lin Chiling?"
"It's a girl from the law department. I met at the animation club in the same class as us. I'll show you her photo." Shen Zixiao pulled out a cos photo and showed it to Jian Ran, "What do you think?"
Jane commented: "beautiful."
Shen Zixiao was satisfied, "The moment I saw her, I was drunk in her dimples—what should I eat at night?"
Jian Ran said, "I have something to go out. I don't know when I will be back. You can eat it yourself."
Shen Zixiao was still immersed in the chat with the goddess, "Success."
Jian Ran yawned again, and the two girls sitting behind him suddenly became agitated—
"Isn't that Ren Qinglin?"
"Really, who is he waiting for?"
"I'm not here to wait for me anyway, take a photo first."
Jane looked up and looked out the window.
Ren Qinglin stood by the corridor, wearing a white T-shirt and a black denim jacket, playing with his mobile phone with his head down. As soon as the bell rang, he put away his phone and looked into the classroom.
Jian Ran quickly looked away and said to Shen Zixiao, "I'll go first and take the book back to the bedroom for me."
In the crowd, Ren Qinglin saw Jian Ran at a glance.
Jian Ran was dressed very casually today. The words "lack of sleep" were printed on the blue sweater, and there were two dull hairs on her head.
Ren Qinglin raised his eyebrows - well, today's senior is still a bit cute.
"Where to buy?" Jian Ran said lazily, "Sanlitun or Yintai Center - take the subway?"
Ren Qinglin shook the car key in his hand, "Drive."
Ren Qinglin's car is a black Cayenne, which looks quite low-key. Jane sat in the co-pilot and suddenly thought of a question.
"How long have you had your driver's license?"
Ren Qinglin: "Two months."
Jane was silent for a while, "Can you do it?"
"What do you think, senior?" Ren Qinglin wanted to smile, "I still have an 'internship' sign on the back of my car."
Jian Ran fastened her seat belt firmly and sat upright, "Drive slowly, let's not be in a hurry, if we can't, we'll change people."
Ren Qinglin held back a smile and started the car, "Okay."
During non-rush hours, the road conditions are good, and Ren Qinglin drove very steadily without major problems. When they arrived at the mall, parking became a problem. The underground parking lot was almost full. The two of them wandered around for a long time before finding a parking space with a high degree of difficulty.
There are two SUVs parked next to the parking space, leaving them with limited space, and Ren Qinglin's Cayenne is not a small car.
Jian Ran said, "I'll go down and help you command?"
"No." Ren Qinglin turned the steering wheel with one hand, reversed the gear, and the accelerator, all in one go, and the car stopped steadily in the center of the parking space.
Jane looked a little confused.
For a while, it was very popular on Douyin to shoot short videos of boys steering the steering wheel with one hand. Jian Ran has also brushed a few, but none of them are more pleasing than Ren Qinglin's actions just now.
Ren Qinglin's fingers were slender, with well-defined joints, his nails were clean and tidy, and he wore a black watch on his wrist. Jian Ran couldn't help looking at it a few more times.
Ren Qinglin:
"Do I have anything on hand?"
"No," Jian Ran said with a guilty conscience, "I just think the steering wheel of this car is pretty."
The two entered the mall without wandering around, and went straight to the theme. Ren Qinglin chose two bags and a set of cosmetics for his mother, cigarettes and wine for his father, and finally some supplements such as bird's nest and ginseng. Jian Ran followed behind him and had only one task - to swipe the card.
Jian Ran asked Ren Qinglin, "Do you have the illusion that you are being nurtured?"
Ren Qinglin nodded in favor, "Yes."
Jane was delighted, "how do you feel?"
"It's cool." Ren Qinglin said, "I hope to be supported by the seniors a few more times."
"Forget it, the senior can't afford it."
"Don't, I'm very cheap, five hundred yuan a month, senior think about it?"
"Fuck, you're really addicted to acting..."
When passing an Internet celebrity milk tea shop, Ren Qinglin asked him, "Do you want to drink milk tea?"
Jian Ran glanced at the queue and hesitated, "There are a lot of people."
"You find a place to sit and wait for me, I'll go to the queue, what do you want to drink?"
Jian Ran: "Zhizhi Taotao, don't make a mistake this time."
Ren Qinglin smiled, "I didn't drink alcohol this time, of course I can't be wrong."
Jane walked for a while with her shopping bag, and finally found a place to rest.
This is a small cubicle with a row of sofas, tables, sockets, and drink vending machines.
Jane found an empty seat and sat down. He is usually the most annoying to go shopping. People who can run for two hours on the basketball court feel that their legs are about to break for half an hour shopping with his mother. Although Ren Qinglin moved fast today and he didn't walk much, he was still exhausted.
Ren Qinglin took two cups of milk tea and sent a message to Jian Ran: where is the senior
Jian Ranran: [picture]
Jian Ranran: right across from this store.
Ren Qinglin found the shop in the picture according to his memory, and saw his senior lying lazily on the table, his eyes half-squinted, like a beautiful lazy cat.
Ren Qinglin raised his head and glanced at the listing on the compartment, where five big characters were written with a lovely pink brush:
Boyfriend storage.