Before the atmosphere became embarrassing, Jiang Ying held up the box on the table and walked to the door without doing anything else, and left a sentence at a very fast rate: "I'm tired, I'll go back to bed first, and you should rest early."
Yun Xian watched her to the door and lowered his head with a smile.
This day is indeed colorful enough.
Yunxian lay on the bed after washing up. He was not too sleepy, and he didn't want to take sleep aids today. He felt a little idle.
Recalling the identity of the painter Jiang Ying had mentioned to him two days ago, Yun Xian clicked on an uncommon Weibo to search for her name.
Naturally, he couldn't find it by searching Jiang Ying directly. Yun Xian thought about it and re-entered "sunset orange".
There are several names with the same name in the display list, but it is not difficult to find her.
Yun Xian clicked on the Weibo user whose profile was "Draw whatever you want" and scrolled down one by one.
Most of them are forwarded, and occasionally a few originals are to publish their own works.
Yun Xian is not proficient in this kind of fandom. From a layman's point of view, with a layer of boyfriend filter, he only thinks that Jiang Ying draws very well. The lines are smooth, the proportions are appropriate, the characters are exquisite, and the colors are harmonious.
Yunxian read the comments below while looking at the painting, and praised him all. He looked at it, and inexplicably felt a sense of pride in his heart, just like watching his daughter take a little red flower in kindergarten.
Occasionally there are a few that are only visible to fans, with an emoji with a picture, and the text is "you know".
Know what? Is this some kind of code word
Yun Xian frowned in confusion and clicked on the comment area.
good guy.
[Ah, my wife, my wife | Stand up for you!]
[Thank you Ross, I shoot | burst]
[I'll be happy first to respect you]
[The true color batch hears the news]
[When I look at the three guarantees, I know that Orange Rolls has done a good job again]
Yunxian: ? ?
Isn't it just a Shiba Inu expression pack
Seeing the word "Long Picture" displayed in the lower right corner, Yun Xian re-clicked the picture and swiped down twice.
He slid to the end, and finally saw something different after three identical emojis.
Judging from the picture, the picture was upside down, so Yun Xian turned the phone halfway around.
When he saw the contents of the picture clearly, he shook his hand, the small black square fell off, and hit the bridge of the nose with a slap.
Yun Xian groaned in pain, picked up the phone from his face, and rubbed the injured area.
Taking a sigh of relief, he looked at the screen on his mobile phone again, dumbfounded for a while.
God tm's three guarantees one.
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At nine o'clock the next morning, Yun Xian and Jiang Ying were ready to return.
Jiang Ying walked out of the room carrying her suitcase, and Yun Xian was already waiting for her at the entrance of the stairs.
"Why don't you wear glasses today?"
Before Yun Xian could answer, Jiang Ying noticed the strangeness on his face and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with your nose?"
Yun Xian stroked the bruised area: "It's okay, I was smashed by the phone."
Jiang Ying leaned on tiptoe to check his injury. The bridge of her nose was blue and swollen. She breathed softly: "What did you do, smashed like this?"
Yunxian touched his nose and looked away. Just when the elevator arrived, he took Jiang Ying's hand and stepped into the elevator: "It's nothing, I didn't hold it by accident."
The weather was fine in the morning, and the sun was a little dazzling after nine o'clock. Yun Xian pointed to the storage box in front of the co-pilot and said to Jiang Ying, "Jiang Ying, help me get my sunglasses."
"Oh, good." Opening the box, there were not many items in it, a black glasses case, a file bag, and a bottle of medicine.
The medicine bottle looked like some kind of health supplement. Jiang Ying glanced at the words on it and asked casually, "Are you taking melatonin?"
Yun Xian was stunned for a moment and replied, "Well, I'm a little sleepless."
Jiang Ying took the sunglasses out of the box and handed them to Yun Xian: "Is it because of the pressure?"
"Before, it's better now."
"I couldn't sleep and eat even when I was working on the set, and I would get dizzy when I woke up the next morning, would you?"
Yun Xian shook his head: "I'm fine."
Not wanting to continue this topic, Yun Xian picked up a sentence and asked, "I see that the IDs of many of your platforms are Sunset Orange, what's the meaning?"
Jiang Ying thought about it for a while and replied, "I changed my name when I was young. My original name was Jiang Mucheng, because my dad said that I was born in the evening, and the sunset that day was orange and very beautiful."
Yun Xian nodded: "It's a very nice name, so why did you change it again?"
"When I was six or seven years old, I once went swimming in a reservoir, and I almost drowned when my dad swam far away. If my dad didn't come to my senses at the time, he probably wouldn't know where he was washed away. It's over." Jiang Ying clutched her left shoulder, "There is a very long scar here, it was left at that time, and now I cover it with a tattoo."
Yun Xian frowned after hearing this, and couldn't help but teach Jiang Ying, "Why were you so skinny when you were young? Do you know how dangerous it is?"
Jiang Ying flat-mouthed: "Don't scold me, I was trained by the whole family in turn. Later, my grandmother found a fortune-teller in the village and said that my name and what was wrong. I changed one."
"Well, if you don't die, you will have good luck."
Jiang Ying said regretfully, "But I still like the name Mucheng. Later, I used Sunset Orange as a nickname for all my platforms."
After speaking, Jiang Ying finally realized something was wrong: "How do you know that all my IDs are from Sunset Orange, don't you only have one WeChat?"
Yun Xian was speechless and could only explain honestly, "I read your Weibo."
Jiang Ying covered her mouth abruptly to prevent her swear words from spouting out.
"What did you see?"
"Your painting is very good."
"You didn't follow me, didn't you click to watch?"
Yunxian was silent.
Jiang Ying's heart was ashes.
Yun Xian glanced at Jiang Ying: "I'm sorry, shouldn't I look for your Weibo?"
Jiang Ying shook her head. Since it is an open platform, everyone can see it, so it makes no sense to restrict her boyfriend from watching.
She whispered: "I'm just afraid that you will think that I..."
Yun Xian also added fuel to the fire: "You really don't need to care about the character in front of me, you will collapse early."
Jiang Ying wrinkled her face and snorted, turned her head sideways and leaned her head on the cushion: "Don't talk about it, I want to make up for sleep."
She is very good at escaping this matter.
Yun Xian took a coat from the back seat of the car and put it on her, adjusted the air conditioner blower, and then reached out and rubbed her head: "Go to sleep, I'll call you when I get there."
The road from Shanghai back to Xicheng is still the same, but there is nothing different.
When they brought Jiang Ying home, the two waved goodbye. Jiang Ying took a few steps and then turned back. He stood on tiptoe and kissed Yun Xian on the cheek, saying, "See you tomorrow."
Yun Xian took advantage of the situation and hugged her in his arms: "See you tomorrow."
Finally, before the end of spring, I entered the love copy mode.
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Summer was coming, Yun Xian planned to replace a batch of new green plants in the cafe, the flower shop sent several pots over, Su Cheng was in charge of moving the flowers, and Zhao Xinrou was in charge.
The two were discussing whether the pot of monstera should be placed at the door or at the bar. Yun Xian saw that they were fighting endlessly, and said, "Put the door."
"Look, you have to listen to me." Zhao Xinrou opened a bunch of roses, trimmed the branches and leaves, and inserted them into a vase.
Su Cheng has always been unable to quarrel with her. Seeing her cautiously pinching the flower branch with two fingers, she took the scissors in her hand: "I'll come."
Yun Xian held a cup of American-style and watched them both sour and sweet for a while, smiled meaningfully, and joked: "Su Cheng is quite distressed, and I don't know which little girl will be blessed in the future."
Su Cheng looked at Zhao Xinrou and didn't speak. Zhao Xinrou packed up the packaging bags on the table, and Quan thought she didn't hear it.
After the meeting, Zhao Xinrou remembered something and asked Yunxian, "By the way, boss, has sister Jiang Ying been away for two days?"
Su Cheng still remembered how Yun Xian called him out of the kitchen with a cold face last time, and his face was not good after talking with Jiang Ying.
Stop playing, right
Yun Xian read the worry in the eyes of the two in front of him. He put down the cup, got up and walked to the front desk: "She has been busy with work these two days, and she will be off work now."
There was one pink lychee left to cut, so Yun Xian took out a piece of tissue paper that he usually used to put cakes on, wrapped the flower around randomly, and took a piece of ribbon and tied it with a beautiful bow.
"Little Zhao, help me pack a piece of red velvet."
"Oh, good." Zhao Xinrou quickly took out a piece of red velvet from the glass cover. It was a new model made by Su Cheng today. The sales were good, and the last piece was left.
Yun Xian took the packaged cake and said to the two, "This piece is on my account. If there are no guests at night, go home early today."
Su Cheng saw that he was leaving, and asked, "Hey, where are you going, boss?"
Yun Xian raised the rose and cake in his hand: "Pick up your girlfriend from get off work."
The timing was just right, and as soon as he got downstairs, he saw Jiang Ying come out.
He didn't drive today, and he was standing under the dimly lit streetlights.
Jiang Ying saw him from a distance, waved his hand, and ran over with a smile.
Yun Xian opened his arms to catch her firmly and asked, "Are you hungry?"
"I'm starving to death." Jiang Ying hung on him, "After changing the plan for a day, I finally gave it."
Yun Xian rested his chin on Jiang Ying's head, and the sweet citrus scent lingered on the tip of his nose: "What's wrong with your boss, you've been working extra for a week."
"Fortunately, it's quite early to get off work today. It's mainly because the updates and offline activities are all put together. I have to go to Shanghai for a business trip in a while."
Yun Xian let go of Jiang Ying and handed over the things in his hand: "It's hard work, let's go, I'll take you to eat first."
Probably this is the miraculous ability of a lover to heal all the tiredness and unhappiness in life.
Jiang Ying took the flowers and cake with one hand, and held Yun Xian with the other: "I want to eat fried buns."
"Okay, fried buns."
This restaurant is a time-honored brand. Jiang Ying often came to eat when he was a child. The restaurant has been renovated twice, and the area is twice as large as before.
Jiang Ying and Yun Xian took a seat by the window and ordered two bowls of red bean porridge and a basket of fried buns.
During the waiting period, Yun Xian talked about the arrangements for the next month: "I have to go back to Beijing at the beginning of next month, and it is estimated that I will have to come back after a while."
Jiang Ying asked, "What's the matter?"
"My brother has taken the college entrance examination. After thinking about it, I still have to go back. Just after the test is over, I will take him to relax."
Jiang Ying nodded: "Is there any place he wants to go? Do you want to come to Xicheng to play?"
Yun Xian looked at her and just smiled.
Jiang Ying cleared her throat: "I mean, Shanghai and Hangzhou are all fun... You can think about it."
Yun Xian responded to what she obviously had with private goods: "Okay, I know, I will ask him."
When it comes to the younger brother who is a senior in high school at home, the topic of eating will naturally revolve around him.
Yun Xian's younger brother is Yun Yan, who just turned 18 this year.
Listening to Yunxian's description, both in appearance and personality, Yunxian is completely a miniature version of him.
So Jiang Ying was so curious about this younger brother.
"After all, I grew up with me. The eldest brother is like a father. It's normal to be like me." Yun Xian explained.
"You brought it up? Are your parents busy with work?"
"It's one reason, plus they got divorced very early, my brother and I both followed my mother." Yun Xian's expression didn't change at all when he said this.
Jiang Ying was a little embarrassed, biting on the fried bun, wondering if she should continue talking.
Yun Xian understood her mind: "Ask what you want, I'm your boyfriend, you should know more."
Jiang Ying opened her mouth cautiously: "Then, what about your father? I think it's very tiring for a woman to raise two children alone, so... "
Yunxian didn't answer immediately, as if he was thinking about what to say.
"My father is a geologist, and he goes abroad all year round and has been to many places. I was born in Hubei when I was born, and my brother was born in Shaanxi. I see him very few times a year, and sometimes I don't stay at home. We're leaving in two days." Yun Xian's tone was calm, as if he was just introducing his family, "My mother is a high school Chinese teacher. When they first met, one was a young woman who loves literature, and the other was cherishing mountains and rivers. It's hard not to be attracted by each other."
Jiang Ying put down his chopsticks and listened carefully to what he said: "Then what happened later, why did you separate again?"
Yun Xian smiled and said only two words: "Reality."