Jane's mother and Jane's father have been married for more than 20 years, and they can barely be regarded as a loving couple. There are no big quarrels, and there are constant small quarrels. Jian Ran has long been used to it over the years. But this time, they didn't even come to pick up their son and daughter-in-law because of the quarrel. It is conceivable that this conflict was not a small one.
Jane asked, "Why are you so noisy? It's not a trivial matter like adding less salt to the dishes, right?"
Uncle Chen hesitated: "That's not true."
Knowing that Uncle Chen was worried about Ren Qinglin's presence, Jian Ran didn't ask. At the gate of the community, Uncle Chen helped the two take out their luggage from the trunk, "I won't send you up."
Jian Ran nodded, "Thank you, Uncle Chen."
While waiting for the elevator, Jian Ran was still thinking about her parents' quarrel. He asked Ren Qinglin, "Do your parents quarrel?"
Ren Qinglin replied, "Occasionally."
"Also, there is no husband and wife in the world who don't quarrel."
Ren Qinglin looked down at him, "Aren't we?"
Jian Ran was stunned for a moment, and then she really thought about it.
Since he and Ren Qinglin got married, they really didn't quarrel like a husband and wife. Usually, he was unilaterally made by Ren Qinglin and wanted to shut himself off in place. Ren Qinglin was still like a normal person. Thinking of this, Jian Ran gets angry.
"You can pull it down. If it weren't for murder, you would have died a hundred and eighty times."
Ren Qinglin looked a little surprised, "When did I make the senior angry?"
Jian Ran opened her mouth and said, "For example, yesterday you called me... Call me 'husband'. "
Ren Qinglin said "Oh", "So the senior is really angry? I thought..."
Jian Ran had an ominous premonition, "Why?"
"I thought the senior was just..." Ren Qinglin lowered his voice, "to lose his temper."
For a while, Jian Ran couldn't think of a powerful reply, and a thousand words were turned into one sentence: "Haha."
When the elevator reached the designated floor, Jian Ran went out first, and was about to open the door when Ren Qinglin suddenly grabbed the corner of his clothes.
Jian Ran:
Ren Qinglin smiled, "Senior, I'm a little nervous."
Jane fell silent, "are you nervous?"
"Um."
"That's great."
Ren Qinglin: ?
"Fengshui takes turns," Jian Ran said gloatingly, "it's finally your turn this time."
Jian Ran opened the door, and the refrigerator greeted him immediately, wagging his tail wildly at him, Ren Qinglin freed up a hand and rubbed a hand on the top of the refrigerator.
The refrigerator showed no signs of being afraid of life, so he enthusiastically licked Ren Qinglin's palm.
Jane's mother followed behind the dog and said with a smile, "Qinglin is here!"
Ren Qinglin nodded and bowed slightly, with an impeccable smile on his face, "Hello Auntie, this is a gift that my brother and I brought back from Beijing."
"Hey, it's alright if you come. What gift do you bring! Come in, have some water first, are you tired of flying?"
Jane asked, "Mom, where's my dad?"
Mother Jane rolled her eyes, "I'm sitting in the living room."
Jane ran over Jane's mother and shouted, "Dad, I'm back!"
Ren Qinglin: "Hello, uncle."
Father Jane was sitting on the sofa, playing with the tea set, with a light expression, "Come on, come and have a cup of tea."
Jane's mother said coldly, "their young people don't like tea."
Jian Ran: "..." This couple is real, and they don't know how to restrain themselves in front of outsiders.
Father Jane was helpless: "I've soaked it all up."
"Then you can drink it yourself." Jane's mother turned to Ren Qinglin and said with a smile: "Qinglin, come here, auntie will pour water for you."
Ren Qinglin calmly said, "Okay, moisten your throat first, then drink Uncle's tea."
Father Jane sat up straight, as if someone was supporting him, "Who said just now that young people don't like tea?"
Jian Ran thought that when Ren Qinglin saw her parents, she would laugh like a half-face paralysis, so nervous that she couldn't speak well. Unexpectedly, he changed his usual sloppy behavior, behaved politely, spoke well, and occasionally complimented Jane's mother, making Jane's mother unbearable, just like the image of a good child next door.
Jian Ran took a sip of the tea his father made, and said to her heart: What the hell is nervousness
Sure enough, the younger brother's mouth is a deceiving ghost.
The four sat and chatted in the living room for a while, then went to the dining room for dinner. The dishes were made by Jane's mother and aunt together. They were all home-cooked dishes. In order to take care of Ren Qinglin's taste, the dishes were heavier than usual. There were two spicy dishes, and each person had a cup of Cantonese-style Buddha jumping over the wall before the meal.
Ren Qinglin took a sip of soup and said, "I heard that the process of Buddha jumping over the wall is very complicated. It's amazing that my aunt can do it so authentically."
Jane's mother smiled embarrassedly, but before she could speak, Jane's father stopped her: "she doesn't have that ability, Buddha Jumps over the Wall was ordered from a hotel."
Jane's mother's smile disappeared, "Buddha jumping over the wall can't stop you!"
In front of her daughter-in-law, Jane's mother is still willing to give Jane's father face, and she deliberately said in Cantonese "the Buddha jumping over the wall can't stop your mouth".
Ren Qinglin, who understood in seconds, looked confused, and interpreted the demeanor of listening to the scriptures just right.
After the meal, Jane's mother chatted with them about the wedding photos.
"There are two studios and a photo studio here, all of which were recommended to me by acquaintances, and I heard that they have taken wedding photos for many celebrities." Jane's mother handed them three brochures, "Look at it, make an appointment early. Which one to use, try to take wedding photos in these two days."
Jian Ran picked up a brochure and flipped through a few pages at random. There were pictures of two men in it.
Jane originally thought that the wedding photos of the two men were just wearing the same suit and smirking at the camera. The male models in the sample have changed a few sets of clothes, in addition to suits, there are ordinary casual clothes, even the Republic of China clothes, Hanfu and some funny clothes. Like male and female couples, they will show a lot of intimate actions. The male model looks very cold and rarely smiles. It doesn't look like they are taking wedding photos, like taking fashion magazines - this is exactly what Jian Ran hopes.
"I think this is good." Jian Ran said.
Mother Jane said, "You haven't seen the other two."
"There's nothing to see, it's all the same." Jian Ran yawned, "I'll see you all slowly, I'll take a shower first."
"The guests are still there. What are you going to do?" Mother Jane accused. "Take Qing Lin to the guest room on the second floor first. The room is ready and it's next to you."
"No, he recognizes—"
Ren Qinglin shouted, "Brother."
Only then did Jian Ran realize that she almost slipped her words, "Got it."
Jian Ran took Ren Qinglin to the guest room. Ren Qinglin walked around the guest room and said, "There is no bathroom in the guest room. Can I go to the senior's to take a bath?"
Jian Ran nodded indifferently, "By the way, why do you call me 'brother' in front of your parents?"
Ren Qinglin said half-truth, "Isn't it better to be kind at home?"
"It's not more cordial to be called by name."
Ren Qinglin chuckled lightly, "Then, Ran Ran?"
Jian Ran's eyelids jumped, "You should still be called brother."
When Ren Qinglin was taking a shower, Jian Ran sent Uncle Chen a WeChat message.
Jian Ranran: Uncle Chen, why are my parents quarreling? I see them acting weird, it seems like they haven't reconciled yet.
Uncle Chen sent a long voice over: Oh, to be honest, it's all a misunderstanding. Yesterday, Mr. Jane had a wine bureau, and Director Li also went. Director Li drank a little too much, so Mr. Jian took her home by the way, but accidentally rubbed Director Li's perfume and lipstick on her body, and she was found by Sister Fen when she got home...
Jian Ran has a black line on her face. He knows his father's virtue. Even if he takes ten courage, he doesn't dare to do something sorry.
Jian Ranran: I'm just sending people home. My dad shouldn't do anything else, right
Uncle Chen: Yes, I can testify.
Jian Ranran: Then did you testify in front of my mother
Uncle Chen: I went, but your mother said that your father and I were in complicity.
Jian Ranran: ...
Ren Qinglin walked out of the bathroom and saw Jane lying on the bed with her T-shirt rubbed on it, revealing a fair and slender waist. He watched silently for a while before asking, "What is my brother doing?"
Jane turned over and said depressedly, "I'm thinking about a question - if my parents get divorced, who should I marry."
Ren Qinglin laughed, "Is it that serious?"
Jane scratched her hair irritably, "mainly because my mother is too stubborn, and my dad doesn't listen to her explanation."
Ren Qinglin didn't know what happened, and didn't want to evaluate his parents in front of Jian Ran, so he comforted: "Give aunt some time, if she can calm down, let uncle explain, the effect should be better."
Jian Ran buried her head in the quilt and said in a muffled voice, "This is the only way to go."
Ren Qinglin sat down beside the bed, trying to divert Jian Ran's attention, "It's still early, do you want to play a few games before going to bed? I brought the game book."
There's nothing else to do anyway, Jane sat up slowly, "Okay, I'll take a shower first."
In the name of playing games, Ren Qinglin stayed in Jian Ran's room. Jian Ran lacked interest at first. With Ren Qinglin's strong carry, she was about to move up the rank, but at a critical juncture, she lost a game and won a game. He was a little overwhelmed, and swore that he would not sleep or survive the calamity.
At the end of the game, Jian Ran stretched her back, "I'll get something you want to drink."
Ren Qinglin quit the matching queue, "I'll go with my brother."
At this time, Jane's parents and Jane's mother should have fallen asleep. Jane ran downstairs with Ren Qinglin, and unexpectedly found that the light in the kitchen was on, and there seemed to be someone inside.
Could it be that his dad came out in the middle of the night looking for food? Jian Ran didn't think much, but just as she was about to speak, she heard a hysterical voice.
"Jian Hantian, what do you want to do?! You're just messing around outside, but you still have to do it?! I was blind and found you back then—"
Father Jane's voice was very low, "I didn't—"
Jian Ran and Ren Qinglin looked at each other and ran to the kitchen together. They saw Jian's father and Jian's mother standing face to face. Jane's mother pointed at her father's nose and was furious; father Jane was angry and anxious, still holding a frying pan in his hand.
"Dad, Mom!"
The moment she saw Jian Ran, Jian's mother instantly became pitiful, helpless, and weak, "Ran Ran! Look at your dad, look at him! It's impossible to live through this day!"
Jian Ran, who was originally neutral, immediately focused on her mother. "Dad, no matter what, you can't beat people! You are domestic violence!"
Father Jane looked confused, "Domestic violence?"
Ren Qinglin persuaded euphemistically, "Uncle, put down the pot first and say something if you have something to say."
Father Jane looked down at the frying pan in his hand and understood, "It was your mother who did it first. She smashed me several times, and I managed to grab the pan—"
"Dad, don't say anything." Jian Ran said righteously, "Calm down first."
Jane's father was speechless, "Why am I calm! It's your mother—"
"It's alright," Jian Ran pushed his dad outside. "Don't explain it. Tonight, dad, you should sleep in the study first. Ren Qinglin, come and help and drag my dad away."
Ren Qinglin: "Uncle, I'm sorry."
Jian's father was "invited" out of the kitchen by Jian Ran and Ren Qinglin, and he couldn't help but exasperatedly said: "Why are you like your mother, you don't listen to anyone's explanation! Why do you have my surname? Just forget your mother's surname! You bastard. —”