An ordinary middle-aged man in his 10s and 40s, Jian's father was a scumbag in front of two big boys in his twenties. Jian Ran and Ren Qinglin carried one arm of Jian's father and led them into the study.
Father Jane was so angry that he lost his temper, and he didn't have the strength to scold him. He sat down on the chair and looked at Jian Ran and sighed.
Jian Ran comforted him: "Dad, there are beds and air conditioners in the study. There is nothing missing. It's not good to sleep."
Father Jane glared at him: "I have a wife, why should I sleep by myself!"
In order to make Father Jane feel better, Jian Ran did not hesitate to cue herself, "This is not normal. I have a wife and I sleep alone."
Jian Ran's "wife" raised her eyebrows, "I don't mind sleeping with my brother."
Jian Ran glanced at him sideways, "Pi, are you happy now?"
Father Jane didn't take the "joke" of the two seriously, "Bunny, can I and your mother be the same as you! Don't you really think I'm going to hit your mother with a frying pan? You don't even think about it, you Dad, how can I have the guts!"
Jane didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Dad, I believe you. But in that situation, if I didn't stand by my mother, she would have to smash me together. "
Hearing this, Father Jian felt a lot more comfortable. He looked at Ren Qinglin, a little embarrassed, "Qinglin, the first time you came to the house, you bumped into this kind of thing, really—"
"It's okay, uncle." Ren Qinglin said, "My parents often quarrel, I'm used to it."
"Oh?" When he found his comrade-in-arms who was also a fallen person from Tianya, Father Jian couldn't help but ask a few more questions, "Why are they all arguing?"
Ren Qinglin said: "My mother likes the cold war, she doesn't say anything when she is angry, and my father likes to talk non-stop. Every time they have a conflict, my father will be suffocated to death."
Jian Ran said sympathetically: "It's miserable, it's not easy for men." In comparison, it's nothing to be smashed by his wife with a spatula.
Hearing the content of the quarrel between Jian's father and Jian's mother just now, Ren Qinglin could probably guess some reasons, and he tried to say, "Uncle, I don't think Auntie really doesn't believe you, but rather takes this opportunity to express her usual feelings. Dissatisfaction has the effect of a warning."
Jian Ran nodded in agreement: "I also think, otherwise, with my mother's temper, I guess I have to change my name to her surname now."
Father Jane thought for a while, and felt that what his son and daughter-in-law said was quite reasonable, and said bitterly, "your mother must have reached menopause. I usually give her less food? It's inexplicable!"
After getting Jian's father, Jian Ran asked Ren Qinglin to go back to the room first, and then went to the master bedroom to comfort Jian's mother.
Jane's mother spit out a large pot of bitter water at him: "Of course, you don't know how much your father is too much! This month, he has never been home before eleven o'clock! And every time he comes back, he smells of alcohol! "
Jian Ran: "Indeed, my dad is too much! Is this a human?!"
Jane's mother cried: "your dad doesn't remember our wedding anniversary last week, but the secretary reminded him that he just went to buy flowers temporarily."
Jane ran: "what? He actually did such a thing?! Unforgivable!"
Jane's mother complained: "Look at the people run by the general manager of the company, a young girl with clear water, while your mother and I are just an aging woman..."
After some tossing, Jian Ran returned to his room. His mind was a mess. He just wanted to lie on the bed with a corpse, but found that there was another person in the room.
Ren Qinglin: "I'm back."
"Why are you still here?"
"I thought you were going to keep playing games."
"What time is it, and you're playing a fart game." Jane threw herself on the bed, "I'm exhausted, go back to your room quickly, I'm going to sleep."
"Oh." Ren Qinglin slowly put away the game book, "My brother usually gives me too little food."
Jian Ran's eyelids were calm, "if you're hungry, go to the kitchen to find something to eat..."
Jian Ran's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally stopped. He was so tired that he fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow, without even covering the quilt.
Ren Qinglin put down the game book and gently covered Jian Ran with the quilt. Jane fell asleep on her stomach, her head turned to one side, her eyelashes drooped quietly and obediently, her lips slightly parted, as if waiting for her to do something.
Ren Qinglin watched for a while, then leaned down, stretched out his fingers, and covered Jian Ran's lips.
The pulp of the finger brushed the corner of Jian Ran's mouth, and the soft and warm touch awakened the monster in Ren Qinglin's heart, "Touch it first, then eat it later."
The next day, the atmosphere in Jian's house was still very heavy. Mother Jian probably thought that Ren Qinglin had seen it anyway, so there was no need to pretend, no matter how low and small Jian's father was, she would not have a good face.
Jian Ran and Ren Qinglin went out to walk the dog together. The refrigerator walked in the front, Ren Qinglin was holding the dog leash, and Jian Ran said while swiping her phone: "It seems that I have to ask for help outside the venue."
Ren Qinglin: "Who?"
"My mother's best friend and friend, Aunt Wang."
Jian Ran dug out Aunt Wang's phone number and called her. Aunt Wang listened to his remarks and said cheerfully, "This is such a big deal. Your mother is living a very comfortable life. It's just a piece of work. It'll be fine in a few days. We'll be in a hurry."
Jian Ran smiled bitterly: "Not in a few days. You haven't seen my dad's appearance. There are a few more white hairs."
Auntie Wang thought for a while and said, "Then you ask your dad to take her out for a candlelight dinner and buy a few bags; you also don't get close to them, let them live more than two worlds, the conflicts between husband and wife still have to be It's up to them to figure it out."
Jian Ran thinks what Aunt Wang said makes sense. He and Ren Qinglin stayed at home, and Jane's father and Jane's mother had to worry about their son and daughter-in-law.
"Let's take a wedding photo tomorrow." Jian Ran said, "It's best to go to travel, far away from home, because you can't come back for a few days or nights."
Ren Qinglin was stunned for a moment, "I don't have any opinion, but why is my brother suddenly active on this matter?"
Jian Ran relayed Auntie Wang's statement to Ren Qinglin, who smiled, "It turns out to be the case, but now is the National Day holiday, and there are many people everywhere."
Jian Ran said, "you can ask if there is a less popular route and avoid popular places."
The dog was almost walking, and Jian Ran called out to the refrigerator in front: "refrigerator, go, go home."
Alaska turned his head and glanced at the master, squatted down with a whimper, and put on a posture that Jane was all too familiar with. Jane quickly took out the newspaper she had prepared earlier and put it on it.
Waiting for the dog to solve the physiological problem, Jane asked Ren Qinglin, "Do you want to pick up shit?"
Ren Qinglin: "Thank you, I don't want to."
"This is also an experience of life. After passing this village, there is no such store - are you sure you don't want to?"
"Sure."
"Then let's scissors rock-paper-scissors?" Jian Ran didn't give up. "Whoever loses will pick it up. It's always fair."
Ren Qinglin sneered, "Okay."
The aunt who came back from grocery shopping saw two pretty boys standing face to face on the side of the road. One of them had a solemn expression and thought they were going to fight, but just as she was thinking of having a good time, the pretty boys stretched out their hands and said in unison: "Rock paper scissors—"
Aunt: Subway, grandpa, look at your phone.
When she got home, Jane dealt with the shit she had taken all the way, washed her hands, found Jane's mother, and talked about the wedding photos. Jane's mother contacted several studios for him, one of which happened to have the boutique niche travel route that Jane wanted, and the place to go is not too far, just in Guangdong Province, driving all the way, a total of three days and two nights .
Jian Ran immediately made a decision, "That's it!"
Seeing her son's cooperation, Jane's mother smiled and said, "Okay, then mother has paid the deposit."
Soon, people from the photography studio added Jian Ran's WeChat account and started a discussion group. Jian Ran was too lazy to waste her energy on this kind of thing. He pulled Ren Qinglin into the group and asked him to connect with him. He was very happy.
In the evening, after Jian Ran took a bath, before she could put on her clothes, she heard a knock on the door: "Brother."
"Come in."
Ren Qinglin came in and saw that Jian Ran was only wearing a pair of trousers, and the water droplets on the ends of her hair flowed down her slender neck and slid over the just right abdominal muscles.
Ren Qinglin's eyes darkened, he licked his lips, "What is my brother doing?"
"Just after taking a shower," Jian Ran opened the closet, found a T-shirt and put it on, and turned to look at Ren Qinglin, "Is something wrong?"
Ren Qinglin's expression was as usual, "The makeup artist asked us to post a selfie with no beauty and no filters."
Jian Ran said with a "tsk", "Trouble, please help me take pictures."
"Now?"
"Yeah, hurry up, turn off the black after filming."
Ren Qinglin raised his mobile phone and took a picture of Jian Ran's face. The short hair of the boy in the photo is still wet and his face is not dry. Compared with the usual refreshing and neat, he has a more hazy beauty.
Ren Qinglin watched for a while, and suddenly didn't really want to send this photo to others. He clicked on the school's forum, found a candid picture of Jianran's face from the Jianran building, and sent it to the makeup artist.
Jian Ran turned on the computer and asked, "Playing Watch or LOL?"
"It's all right," Ren Qinglin put away his phone, "don't play too long, you have to get up early tomorrow."
Jian Ran: "I won't."
Ren Qinglin: "..."
The next day, Jane's father sent the two downstairs, and Jane asked him: "Dad, you remember what I told you? Candlelight dinner, flowers, bags... If you have nothing to do these days, go home early, drink Push as you can."
"Remember, remember," Jane's father was confident, "don't worry, I will definitely get your mother done before you come back."
Jian Ran drove that cool and frantic Ford Raptor to the designated place to meet the people in the studio. There are four people in the studio, a photographer, a makeup artist, and two assistants. Except for an assistant girl, everyone else is a man.
As soon as the makeup artist saw Jian Ran and Ren Qinglin, his eyes were straight, "What a goddamn beauty!! I thought yesterday's photo was from P—"
The assistant girl was so excited that her voice was shaking, "Both of them are so A, how can I stand up!"
There are high-value customers, and the entire team is motivated. The photographer asked her husband what he thought about the shooting, and Jian Ran said, "Don't be too deliberate, too contrived, just be natural."
The makeup artist asked, "What about clothing?"
Ren Qinglin said: "Guangdong is too hot. If it is outdoors, try to wear less clothes and focus on comfort."
The makeup artist suggested: "You still have to get a suit photo for formal occasions like weddings."
Jian Ran frowned: "I still wear a suit on a 37-8 degree day, won't I get heatstroke?"
The photographer smiled and said, "The suit photo is taken here, with a solid color background, what do you think?"
Jian Ran and Ren Qinglin looked at each other and had no opinion.
The studio follows a high-end line, and the existing suits are all big international brands. Jian Ran chose a simple pure black suit. Seeing Ren Qinglin frowning slightly, she asked, "What's wrong?"
Ren Qinglin said: "It's nothing, I just don't like wearing clothes worn by others."
Jane asked: "Do you have a cleanliness addiction?"
"A little bit."
"Will you? I see that you were very happy in my clothes last time."
Ren Qinglin laughed, "How could my brother be someone else."
Well said. He is the one who has the power to ask the doctor to remove Ren Qinglin's oxygen tube, even if Ren Qinglin does not dare to dislike the clothes he wears.
"Then go buy a new one now?" Jian Ran said, "It's not too far from the mall."
Ren Qinglin smiled even more, "You are pampering me."
Jian Ran buried her head and took out her mobile phone, and typed a line in the memo, "Did you see this?"
"'Brother Jane's connivance'?"
"Yes," Jian Ran deleted these words again, "I won't give it to you if I throw it away."
Ren Qinglin: "..."
So in this world, how can there be such a fierce and cute person like Jian Ran.
Ren Qinglin pointed to the top of his head, "Brother, did you see my blood tank?"
Jian Ran was inexplicable: "You play too many games?"
"You answer my question."
"… didn't see it."
"That's right," Ren Qinglin put his hand on Jian Ran's head and rubbed it lightly, "because my blood tank is already empty - it was emptied by my brother."