The volume of the wooden box is basically the same as that of an upright piano, but Shangjing still gets the joy of unpacking a blind box.
Ten minutes later, Shang Jing packed up the boards and nails and planned to hire someone to move them up to the sixth floor.
The landlord heard the voice, and said to Shang Jing: "It's so troublesome to move up and down. There is a small spare room on the first floor. If you don't like it, just move there to practice the piano."
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"Okay! Thank you uncle."
After the piano and the stool were placed in the small room, there was basically only one road left, and even the two-meter bed was placed down, but fortunately, a window was opened.
Shang Jing "touched" the mahogany shell of the piano, the texture was smooth and fine, with some wear and tear visible, and the keys had been struck countless times.
Shang Jing sat in front of the piano and tried to play a piece, and he unexpectedly won it. It was like a reunion with old friends, and he remembered every structure of this piano with his eyes closed.
He must have used this one to practice piano before!
The old landlord gave him the key to the small room, and told Shangjing that the residents of this building are basically all employees of a nearby factory, working from nine to nine, and he also goes out during the day to play chess and mahjong with his old neighbors. During the day, go at night.
Shang Jing: "Thank you Uncle, three or four hours a day is enough for me, and I won't bother you."
He set up the piano, and carried his thirty-pound clothes up the stairs.
The clothes were emptied and wrapped in three layers of waterproof bags. Shang Jing carefully cut open the packaging with scissors, for fear of scratching the clothes.
Down jacket, pajamas, jeans, sweater, long johns... All of a sudden they swelled up, reminding him that he needed a cloakroom.
The clothes are all new, exuding a faint soapy smell, obviously washed before sending.
Shang Jing folded the clothes into the cabinet one by one, thinking that the clothes he bought in the past also fit the current aesthetics very well, and they were all fashionable at all. I need to buy more clothes this winter, saving a lot of money.
After tidying up the clothes, there was a box of underwear left.
Shang Jing opened the underwear box and was suddenly taken aback.
Are these underwear worn by decent people? Do small video practitioners all wear it like this
Was it this style before
Shang Jing sat on the bed, lost in thought.
It's easy to understand, normal underwear is expensive, and I use it sent from the United States.
The ones that were specially paid for by sea are more expensive, so I am willing to throw them away.
Shang Jing stroked the fabric and workmanship of the underwear, and the heat was immediately transferred from his fingertips to his face. It does sound expensive, but...
Still the same question, why did he buy this before
Fortunately, the package arrived after he moved out, but if he opened it in front of He Jiang, he would definitely be exploited.
Shang Jing suddenly lowered his eyes, yes, he has moved out of He Jiang's house for a day.
He fell on the bed, scratching his head to log in to some old accounts, did He Jiang contact him
Afraid of him contacting, and afraid of him contacting.
Shang Jing rolled on the bed, screaming with hunger. He glanced at the instant noodles piled on the table, and remembered He Jiang's breakfast for beginners.
Nothing tastes better than instant noodles.
He clicked on the delivery software, and the cheapest one was fifteen yuan.
"Why is there no less than ten yuan... that's right!"
Shang Jing hurriedly found a takeaway salesman from yesterday's harassing calls. Yesterday was so annoying that he even forgot which WeChat applet he was.
"A small program is for loving your wife's private kitchen, order early!"
Shangjing opened Aiwife's private kitchen. It just opened, and there are many set meals to choose from, only five or six. He picked it up, drooling over all of them, and finally chose the crab pot.
99 meat crab stew, there should be only one crab back shell.
The simple applet that He Jiang asked to develop overnight finally ushered in the first order today.
He Jiang packed a crab stew from the hotel, pressed his hat, and his wife delivered food.
He went up to the sixth floor, said in a low voice, "The takeaway is here", before the sound of Shangjing's footsteps approached the door, he turned and went downstairs.
Shangjing opened the door, only to see the figure of the delivery man hurrying down the stairs, now is the peak time of food delivery, I hope the delivery man will open the door.
He felt that this figure looked familiar.
This subtlety was left behind when he saw the full-bodied takeaway.
There are actually two whole blue crabs in the crab pot! There are also chicken feet, cabbage, lettuce, and potato side dishes, all stewed in one pot, the blue crab is golden and oily, and the shrimp is tender and delicious.
"Will this guy who loves his wife's private kitchen lose money?"
Shang Jing stared at the sumptuous lunch, fearing that his meal would ruin it.
The boss's investment skills are the same as when He Jiang invested in variety shows, and he doesn't care about the follow-up benefits at all.
The boss is a cook. In order to make money, every day when his wife cooks, he donates love.
The meal at noon was so good that Shang Jing didn't feel the nerve to pick up the wool again at night.
He bought a stewpot worth a hundred yuan and cooked some multigrain porridge for dinner.
He Jiang who continued to deliver food: "..."
Take advantage of the little fool.
Shang Jing registered a Weibo account, followed Zhuang Qun first, and then secretly followed He Jiang. Before he had any response, he checked all of He Jiang's Weibo.
They are all business microblogs, and there is almost no personal work.
When he was about to quit, he suddenly saw He Jiang posting a new Weibo.
Tonight at 8 o'clock, live chicken eating, link...
There are tens of thousands of comments in an instant.
"Draw four rows of fans?"
"If you're thinking about farting, you must be leading the merchant puppy to score points."
"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo dog food again!"
"Yes, I'm the only one who thinks they broke up after the variety show? Neither of them interacted anymore."
There is no chicken eating game on Shangjing's mobile phone, so he quickly downloaded it, and when he logged in, he suddenly remembered that he was in He Jiang's chicken eating friend. phone number.
Shang Jing squatted in the live broadcast room with his fans at 7:30, watching the confession to He Jiang floating in the bullet screen, his eyes darkened for a moment.
Unexpectedly, He Jiang went online at 7:45.
The live camera was facing He Jiang, not the screen. He Jiang smiled at the camera, and the sound was transmitted through the line, which was slightly different from the current one.
Shang Jing wore earphones, and his ears felt hot. Afterwards, he and He Jiang played games face to face, and the sound through the network cable made his cheeks numb.
He Jiang opened the friend list, stopped there and moved.
"The business scene is beautiful. I'll come early and he will be online today."
Xiaobei covered He Jiang's friend list with a cardboard, only revealing the friend id at the top, the id was gray, it was the WeChat ID of the groupie's spare phone, it had been logged out now, and would always log in again.
Barrage:
? Don't have an appointment? I also want to discuss the fancy way of puppies!
He Jiang's tone seemed like they were having a fight.
And it was Shang Xiaogou's unilateral cold war, and he felt sorry for He Gou for a second.
Everyone thought that He Jiang's gray profile picture on the top was lit up, including Shang Jing.
Only He Jiangji knew that his gaze had been fixed on the old number below, the number that he thought would never go online again after changing the business scene.
His live broadcast of the game has been previewed, and it is on the hot search. Shang Xiaogou has a big appetite for food, so he must have "touched" the live broadcast room, lurking among the huge fan base.
Shang Jing stared at the game app, and poked and traced with his fingers. He Jiang was playing the game with him. If he played, He Jiang would match someone else, ahh...
Why does the dog man seduce him every time from the beginning of the game.
He Jiang looked at the camera attentively: "If Shang Xiaogou plays games today—"
He paused for a moment, as if he was thinking of some effective threat, a dark light flashed in his eyes, but he said lightly: "I will play with you from now on."
Business scene: "!!!"
Do you know there is time difference in the United States? Is he sleeping at this time!
He hesitated again and again, thinking of the embarrassment he had lost, and finally gritted his teeth and didn't go online.
Arrive at eight o'clock.
He Jiang sneered in her heart, "I didn't come."
Know what color sacks the puppy likes.
Click Match, click Settings, and turn off all sound effects, including teammate voices.
Why mute, is there any metaphysical reasoning
Maybe it's to show the right technology...
Millions of people followed He Jiang and pressed the match button, hoping to be matched with He Jiang. After the countdown ended, two of the three passers-by matched by He Jiang had game IDs related to "He Jiang".
The two fans parachuted with He Jiang and confessed frantically in the team chat box.
He Jiang replied simply: "Thank you for your liking."
The four of them landed in a housing area, and number one with the id of "Only Love He Jiang" did not go to search for supplies, but followed He Jiang all the time.
There are limited supplies in a room, and you can basically pick up everything after following the skilled workers.
He Jiang left a gun and jumped out of the window.
"Only Love He Jiang" didn't pick up the gun, except to follow He Jiang and type in the chat box.
"The male god protects me!"
"Borrow my brother's account, can pick up guns, and just played games."
"I'm better at playing games than business people."
"Where are we going?"
The barrage was densely packed.
Talk about tea.
Laugh, and pick up guns, are we playing a game? This game moves to pick up!
Wei Ai He Jiang: "Shang Jing went to Mei, did you break up? Congratulations to my brother for becoming single again! I set up a lottery to open Weibo after breaking up!"
"The business scene is too pretentious, it suits you."
? ? Too blind, right? Taking yourself seriously
"Fuck" "Fuck" "Fuck" "Fuck" "Fuck" He Jiang squeezed his hand|Thunder!
Blast him!
comfortable.
You can always trust the wife spoiler.
Boom! Crash!
The grenades and incendiary bottles exploded at He Jiangji's feet, announcing death and exiting the game.
Of course He Jiang would blow up passers-by teammates, and he sent Ji away.
He Jiang closed the game, went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and took out half a chicken.
"Let's change to a live broadcast of eating chicken, and today we will make white-cut chicken."
Holding the phone in his arms, Shang Jing stared blankly at the live broadcast of the game, which turned into a late-night delicacy. He Jiang wanted to expose the privacy of the villa, so the background of cooking today is the kitchen at home, and he knows which house it is in.
He Jiang: "I learned the white-cut chicken dipping sauce from Zhuang Qu's mother. If you want to learn it, you should start taking notes."
While doing it, he answered the question in the barrage: "Will you be a commercial restaurant in the future? Yes."
"Because he's not online today."
Shang Jing, who was drinking porridge at night, swallowed and pursed his mouth.
For the first time, he carefully observed the whole process of He Jiang's cooking, which was so pleasing to the eye and lively. He Jiang's fingers were slender, and the apron outlined the thin male dog's waist just right.
Barrage: "I'm hungry, I'm hungry for your body".
Shang Jing: "..." He is also greedy... Yes, he is greedy for chicken for nothing!
He suddenly remembered that the menu of "Love Wife's Private Kitchen" also has boiled chicken.
He was greedy for this, and the delivery man came later to pay the boss with the money.
After Shang Jing placed the order, he dared to congratulate Jiang again, and hurried to the bathroom to take a shower.
During He Jiang's live broadcast, her phone vibrated, and she received an order message from Shangjing's mini program.
He almost laughed angrily.
He finished the white-cut chicken slowly, poured the sauce on it, packed it, and then... went downstairs to deliver the food.
He rented a place five hundred meters away from Shangjing.
In three minutes, He Jiang appeared at the door of Shangjing.
The bathroom window of the room is on the side facing the stairs, and standing at the door, you can see the faint water vapor inside.
He Jiang's fingers holding the food suddenly clenched, "Fuck", I want to be human.
Shang puppy, you'd better dress up and open the door.
Shang Jing bathed and washed for half an hour. After drying, he found that he had been checking He Jiang's Weibo all afternoon, and followed the live broadcast at night, forgetting one important thing——
Did not buy serious underwear.
He wraps up his bathrobe, lost in thought.
Should I wear those weird underwear and go out to buy them, or should I just go out after wearing them
tuk tuk.
"takeout."
The crisp knock on the door called Shang Jing to his senses, his eyes suddenly lit up, yes, he can call him to run errands.
Shang Jing thought about it, how busy the delivery guy should be at this point, he can definitely ask the little brother outside to help, order through the platform, and save the commission!
The smell of the white-cut chicken dipping sauce was blocked by an iron door, and Shangjing opened the door: "Thank you, brother, do you have errands? Help me buy a box of underwear—"