After driving for about ten minutes, Shangjing saw a large frozen lake. The weather was overcast, but it did not hinder the enthusiasm of tourists. Colorful tents could be seen in the lake pavilion and by the lake.
There are also couples with children. The family of three is tightly wrapped, and then wrapped in a yellow "" life jacket, which is unrecognizable from a distance or near.
He Jiang said: "This place is specially used for fishing tourism in winter."
Not only fishing, but also ice skating, accommodation, grilled fish…
Southerners who have experienced freezing rivers and are interested in fishing no longer just watch other people’s videos online, they can buy tickets to experience it. The fish are fry released at different times of the year, some big and some small.
He Jiang took the fishing props and led Shang Jing to the predetermined location by the lake.
Shang Jing was speechless: "So many props?"
He Jiang directly pushed a small cart over, with buckets, hammers and shovels...
"It's all useful."
What He Jiang ordered was a very luxurious tent, which looked like a little yellow chicken. The door was opened, and there was a carpet inside, and even a foldable single bed. The flannel quilt on the bed looked very warm.
The tent is placed on the ice, and the whole is made of waterproof material, and there are inflatable columns around it. Even if the ice layer cracks after eight generations of mold, it can still rely on buoyancy to suspend the water.
Shang Jing: "Into the tent? Isn't it fishing?"
"The wind in the tent, be careful to blow your face apart."
He Jiang pulled him in, lifted a corner of the carpet, and unfastened a waterproof fastener on the bottom of the tent, revealing a disc-sized hard ice surface.
"You just sit on the carpet, dig a hole with a small chisel, and you can fish when you break the ice."
"Oh!" Shang Jing became interested, took a handy shovel from the tool cart, and shaved the ice bit by bit like scooping up ice cream.
He Jiang raised the back of the single bed to look like a recliner, and then lay down on it to play with her mobile phone.
It's not just playing with mobile phones, but giving year-end red envelopes to the employees of the studio.
The studio group was in full swing, and the blessings of "The Boss and Xiaojing have a good relationship for a hundred years" were posted hundreds of times every minute.
Everyone will not miss the opportunity to make the boss happy with the red envelope once a year. They racked their brains for blessings, and even the idiom "early birth is expensive" appeared.
He Jiang didn't bother with him, happily gave the red envelope for 5 minutes, then quit, and opened the dialog box for He's mother.
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"Go back on the first day of the new year."
Mama He quickly replied: "The first year was to go to my wife's house for a reunion dinner?"
He Jiang said ambiguously: "I will eat with you on New Year's Eve next year."
Mama He: "It's as if I'm begging you. It's a lot of fun when I go back to the old house with your dad. If you don't tell me, I won't have a son filming in the Northwest."
He Jiang looked at Mama He's inappropriate words, and said with a smile: "I'm afraid the firecrackers on New Year's Eve will be too loud, so I wish you a happy New Year."
He withdrew, made an appointment with his aunt, Fu's family, and friends in order to celebrate the New Year, and then looked at his wife who was sitting on the ground digging for ice cream: "How is it?"
Shang Jing's gaze has long been resentful: "It's too thick, I can't finish digging."
He worked very hard to dig 20 centimeters, but the ice layer was bottomless.
When he was struggling, He Jiang lay on the bed like a grandpa, as if the scene of the crane machine in the mall reappeared—He Jiang gave him two thousand coins, and then went to enjoy the massage chair by himself.
He Jiang squatted down to take a look, and praised: "The hole dug is very round, and my wife is very talented in art."
Shang Jing: "I can't dig anymore."
He Jiang: "Okay, I'll take a look at my husband."
"Bragging you." As soon as Shang Jing finished speaking, he saw He Jiang take out an electric drill from the tool cart.
"Stand farther away." He Jiang pressed the switch, and the drill bit buzzed. He stabilized the fuselage, and the drill bit moved forward, following the round hole dug by Shang Jing, and drilled for more than half a meter.
Ice flakes flew out of the hole like snowflakes and piled up on the side.
At a certain moment, the resistance of the drill was lightened suddenly, and He Jiang lifted the electric drill, polished the hole a little, and a fishing hole the size of a palm suddenly appeared.
The bottom of the lake floated a little, and it looked as clear as glass.
He Jiang collected the electric drill, shoveled the smoothie out of the tent with a shovel, and then took out the mini handheld fishing rod, made a nest of bait, and put the hooks.
Shang Jing: "Why didn't you take out the electric drill earlier."
He Jiang was serious: "You can't play with such dangerous things."
Shang Jing almost possessed himself, and gave He Jiang a taste of the shaved smoothie.
Fishing officially started, He Jiang took out the tablet and said, "I can watch variety shows."
Shang Jing: "It won't be..."
He Jiang: "It's our variety show."
He Jiang: "Will sitting on the ice freeze my butt?"
Shang Jing: "Ah? No, the carpet is very thick."
He Jiang piously suggested: "Sit on my lap."
Shang Jing: "Are you here to fish?"
He Jiang had no choice but to cancel this wonderful plan, and used the tablet to swipe around, "Which episode is better to choose? Don't watch or make dumplings for me this episode."
He made the phone call from Shangjing.
Shang Jing: "Don't look! Fish can run!"
He Jiang: "Wear headphones, one side at a time."
Shang Jing: "We all watch dramas, and we don't know if the fish is hooked."
He Jiang: "I'm holding the fishing line, and I'll tell you as soon as I bite the hook."
He Jiang resorted to his trump card: "Didn't you lose part of your memory, and you're all in the variety show, won't you get your memory back?"
He distorted the truth and said: "The reason why you can't wait is to come back to my memory with three years of game videos."
Regardless of the seriousness of his words, both of them knew what kind of video Shang Jing was watching at that time.
Shang Jing blushed, but he didn't dare to show it, "Focus on fishing. Have you ever learned how kittens fish? They fluttered butterflies and caught dragonflies, but they couldn't catch any of them."
He Jiang: "Then watch for a while."
He deftly moved the video of a certain episode by 20 minutes, as if he had watched it privately five hundred times.
Shang Jing was dumbfounded as he watched the whole process of making dumplings being recorded. He was a little unbelievable. At that time, was he making dumplings so fast
Shang Jing: "Come in soon?"
He Jiang: "Yes."
"You finished making the dumplings for three days earlier, so I don't have to break the corn in the mud." He Jiang hugged Shang Jing and kissed, "You are so kind to me."
Shang Jing didn't admit it a little bit, he actually made He Jiang's dumplings at a speed of life and death, he rubbed his face on his clothes with a hot face.
He Jiang said firmly: "You like me now, right?"
Shang Jing hesitated: "How do I know, I forgot."
He Jiang was persuasive and persuasive: "Relationship, you can restore a little memory."
Business scene: "..."
Business scene: "..."
Help, what is proper recovery, He Jiang already knows that he has lost his memory
When did you know
Once he went back to the past with this assumption, Shang Jing felt that he had "revealed" countless times. Sometimes He Jiang helped Yuan, sometimes He Jiang treated him as Wusheng, and often, He Jiang took the opportunity to bully him.
"I'm really an idiot." Shang Jing.
He Jiang: "You should recover a bit."
Shang Jing closed his eyes and said, "What purpose do you have to expose me at this time!"
Must be pretty shady.
After all, this is a game of bullying his wife. Under normal circumstances, He Jiang can play it with him for more than three months.
He Jiang narrowed her eyes and said, "Some things are always open, so that you will have any excuse to regret it later."
Because of Shang Jing's true memory loss, he restrained his primitive instincts and gave in. Now that Shang Jing has a false memory loss, he has to expose this first under certain circumstances.
This is a principle that is not too heavy but must be fulfilled.
He had to make sure that Shang Jing had sex with him when he knew the whole truth.
Shang Jing was speechless, he was moved by He Jiang's persistence, but also felt that he was purely malicious.
He Jiang: "Xiaojing, you still answer my question."
Shang Jing: "What's the problem?"
He Jiang pointed at the picture of making dumplings: "You like me here, right?"
Shang Jing and He Jiang met each other's eyes, and after a while, they stood in He Jiang's arms and got into the quilt of the single bed.
What kind of person, I don't know how many times I watched the original film, and I found out such a detail to question him.
The single bed was too small, so he had to curl up his legs, with his back to He Jiang, and his whole body was covered under the quilt, relying on the darkness of his eyes, he couldn't see He Jiang, and shouted: "Yes, yes, yes! I like it even if I lose my memory. You are a scumbag! I don’t know when I liked it. I liked it when I lost my memory, and I also liked it after I lost my memory. I fell in love with you twice! Do you have any opinions? Yes!”
Shang Jing yelled like a snail, and found that the surroundings were very quiet, he quietly poked his head out, and instantly met He Jiang's bottomless gaze.
He said weakly, "Why didn't you speak all of a sudden?"
He Jiang said with a hoarse voice, "I'm so happy that I can't speak."
How lucky to be favored by Shang Xiaogou twice.
Shang Jing lowered his head and glanced at He Jiang's place. He Jiang didn't seem too happy, as if his blood was rushing, and the blood supply to the brain was insufficient and he couldn't speak.
He glanced at the fishing hole, his eyes lit up, and hurried over to bring the small fishing rod.
Suddenly, a small silvery-white fish was pulled up.
Shang Jing's tone was full of joy of harvest: "He Jiang! Come on, come on, let it go."
He Jiang sighed, how could Shang Xiaogou seamlessly switch between confession and fishing. He felt that he was that fish, being manipulated by Shang Xiaogou.
He went over to help Shang Jing fetch the small fish, put them into the bucket at the side, put the bait on them, and threw them into the hole again.
Shang Jing coughed and glanced sideways: "Calm down yourself."
It's icy and snowy, so calm down, right
He Jiang: "Okay."
Shang Jing fished with peace of mind. After a while, he frowned and said, "Why are you so talkative?"
Not taking advantage of the opportunity or something, unlike He Jiang's style.
The actor is the kind of person who won't restrain himself due to the limitation of the venue.
He Jiang: "There are too many intimate contacts, what should I do if time doesn't work?"
Shang Jing didn't know that Jiang still had such worries, she was stunned for a moment, and asked subconsciously: "Didn't you still—"
He Jiang said solemnly: "From today on, keep a little distance."
Shang Jing said softly, "When will you keep it?"
He Jiang: "Desensitize it."
Shang Jing selectively ignored "cure", and the corner of his mouth immediately hooked up: "You said it! Don't go back on your word!"
Then I went to visit relatives during the Chinese New Year. Shang Jing has this kind of ceremony abroad. His mother’s habits have become westernized. He loves to celebrate Christmas and Easter, but Shang Jing still looks forward to the Spring Festival since he was a child.
He attaches great importance to the coming New Year's Eve, and those who celebrate the New Year's Eve cannot die.
It is best for He Jiang to keep a distance from him, so that he can avoid any unsuitable marks on his neck, and he has to wear a high collar when visiting relatives and friends.
He Jiang: "I like the Spring Festival very much?"
Shang Jing: "Yes."
He Jiang: "Then it's right to come here."
Since the first small fish was caught, there seemed to be a group of them on the ice surface, and one could be hooked in two minutes.
Shang Jing fished a bucket happily, then turned his head and kissed He Jiang: "You are really amazing."
He Jiang accepted the compliment humbly: "I like to come back next year."
As the sky darkened and the wind grew louder, Shang Jing picked up the keg and walked back with He Jiang.
He Jiang booked the Lake View Hotel, which has a super-large field of vision with two sides of single floor-to-ceiling windows, one side can see the lake, and the other side can see the crowded houses. A large road divides thousands of houses into a static New Year picture, and the bare branches of street trees There are red lanterns hanging on them.
He Jiang processed the internal organs and scales of the small fish, fried half of it in the kitchen, and put the other half outside the window to refrigerate.
This temperature does not require a refrigerator.
Shang Jing ate the delicious golden fried small fish and slept soundly at night.
He Jiang really behaved as he said, he kept the rules all night.
Shang Jing was a little moved.
He pushed He Jiang: "When shall we go back?"
This year's lunar calendar has Lunar New Year's Eve, and the 29th is New Year's Eve.
Today is New Year's Eve, so I have to go home for a reunion dinner.
He Jiang said: "Don't worry, we're here for New Year's Eve, and we'll go back tomorrow. You can call your uncle and other friends to say Happy New Year."
Shang Jing guessed that He Jiang hoped to get back together for the first year, only the two of them crossed the new year, and Shang Jing was also a little bit emotional, so he called his family and friends as promised.
The whole morning passed like this.
He Jiang deliberately asked: "Is there a leak?"
Shang Jing shook his head, "Yes."
He sent information to his Chinese friends in the United States, his senior sister from the law department, Zhuang Que, oh, and his mother, and the email from the business scene.
He Jiang: "That's good."
Shang Jing always felt that there was something in He Jiang's words.
In the afternoon, as soon as they made dumplings, it was rare for Shang Jing to surpass He Jiang in one of his culinary skills, so he proudly pointed out Jiang Shan for a whole afternoon.
Their reunion dinner is dumplings.
After making the dumplings, He Jiang took out her mobile phone: "Let's play a game. It's not easy to sleep at the New Year's Eve today. Let's turn on the sound effects, and one frame of sound is enough."
Shang Jing: "You are smart! What am I, I can't waste it!"
It's great to watch the new year! He had forgotten what it was like to play games with sound effects on.
Although he was afraid of the gunshots, he still had the blood of a boy yearning for the army in his bones.
Forty minutes later, under He Jiang's leadership, Shang Jing successfully ate chicken and was satisfied.
He stretched himself, put his phone aside, and looked out through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Someone moved firewood one after another on the side of the road, and almost every house had a fire piled up.
Every room is brightly lit, and the self-built house that went out to work and was idle has won back its owner.
Your family moved out hundreds of firecrackers, and his family piled up three salutes and two kicks for children to play.
Shang Jing turned to look at He Jiang in surprise, he knew why He Jiang was celebrating the New Year here!
Cannons can't be banned here!
Bonfires, firecrackers, fireworks, these are ways of celebrating that are banned in most places.
Shang Jing: "This is the Chinese New Year in my imagination!"
He Jiang rubbed his head: "Do you know that New Year's Eve is coming?"
Shang Jing: "The legend is that in order to drive away a beast called 'Xi', because it is afraid of the red fire light and sound, so Spring Festival couplets were posted and firecrackers were set off."
He Jiang said: "Get rid of the old and welcome the new, and pray for the coming year."
Shang Jing: "Yes!"
The first firecrackers rang outside, and the crackling opened the grandest ceremony on New Year's Eve.
Earth-shattering Bailian, everyone covered their ears with blushing faces.
He Jiang took a step forward, surrounded the business scene between herself and the floor-to-ceiling windows, and said leisurely: "Do you think the sound of firecrackers sounds like gunshots?"
boom! boom! boom! The fireworks exploded high in the sky, and they could be seen clearly from the floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor of the hotel. The sound was also shocking, and the glass was vibrating faintly.
Shang Jing reacted and was shocked!
He Jiang asked him to celebrate the New Year with his relatives and friends. For the first time, He Jiang agreed to let him eat chicken with sound effects. He said how the dog man changed his "sexuality" and kept a distance to desensitize, so that's what it is today!
Shang Jing was unprepared, he was going to be stupid, he stammered: "No, didn't you mean the shooting gallery?"
He Jiang: "I lied to you, silly puppy."
He has never really engaged in gunshot simulations. He is not a god, and he cannot predict the results. He is just an ordinary person who hopes to be as sweet as glue with his wife.
If the business situation is cured, but because of the gunshots in the shooting hall, a shadow is cast on the bed, where would he cry.
He Jiang only dared to find a meal replacement for the gunshots.
Shang Jing wanted to cry but had no tears: "You lied to me again!"
Whoop whoop dog man!
He Jiang spread the black fur on the floor-to-ceiling windows, and used millions of things as carpets.
When Shang Jing saw this fur, he thought it was a fluke.
Looking at it again, He Jiang's things are so damn well prepared, he is stupid, why did he find out that He Jiang hid such things today!
He Jiang held the business scene to watch the fireworks and firecrackers: "The sound is very similar, isn't it?"
The firecrackers exploded, the smoke and dust billowed, and the salute shot up, straight into the sky.
Teacher He: "This represents joy, peace, and reunion in China, and there is no need to be afraid, apprehensive, or helpless."
Shang Jing's face was blushing, it's really desensitization.
He Jiang: "You are in China, and I am by your side."
"Xiao Jing, let's get rid of the old and welcome the new, shall we?"
Fireworks exploded in brilliant streamers high in the sky.
"good."
Shang Jing said yes, but He Jiang didn't give him a chance to speak.
Shang Jing felt that his insomnia had been cured, and now he especially slept and rested, but He Jiang didn't give him a chance.
This is the quack doctor who loves "medicine" for tigers and wolves! Big tail wolf!
…
Keep the year old and stay up all night.
Happy Chinese New Year!
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