He Jiang and his parents went to the old house in two cars, and He Jiang and Shang Jing closed the door one step behind, letting their parents go first.
The old house is big, and the open space outside the egg is not enough to park a dozen cars. In order to leave a place for children to play, everyone tacitly parked their cars in the parking lot 100 meters away.
When He Jiang and Shang Jing got out of the car, they happened to meet his second uncle's son-in-law's family with a child.
The child saw He Jiang sharply, and rushed towards him calling "Uncle" all the way.
He Jiang saw a cotton candy in his hand, "Don't rub my clothes."
The little fat man was so excited to run that he missed the brakes and bumped into He Jiang's body, and the marshmallows stuck to He Jiang's sleeve.
He glanced at his uncle with a guilty conscience: "Don't be angry, uncle."
He Jiang looked at the sleeves, he was not angry that there were spare clothes in the car, but this little brat rushed here with food every year, and didn't remember "sex" long.
He Jiang: "Are you so excited about the final exam?"
The little fat man looked at his parents ten meters away with a guilty conscience: "New Year's Eve, Uncle, let's not do this."
He Jiang said with a stern face: "Your year is my fart, next time you run around holding a dangerous thing with a wooden stick, I will tell your mother that I signed six failed papers for you last year."
Because the little fat man's teacher is He Jiang's fan, every time He Jiang signs his name, it can save the little fat man from copying the wrong questions five times.
Fatty: "Uncle, I know I was wrong."
He turned around and looked up at Shang Jing: "Brother, please help me coax uncle."
Shang Jing looked at He Jiang: "..." New Year's? How can you be angry
He Jiang immediately became friendly with Yan Yue: "I'm not angry, I'm worried about him."
"Little fat, come, uncle hugs."
The little fat man was hugged by He Jiang with a dazed expression, and after getting used to it for a while, he said, "Uncle, you are really amazing. My dad couldn't carry me so far with one hand last year."
"You are so honest." He Jiang praised, "I will test you with a question."
The little fat man was nervous: "I won't."
He Jiang: "You must know it. You call me uncle, so what should you call Shang Jing? Can you call me brother?"
Fatty: "Can't you?"
He Jiang wanted to throw the little fat man on the "Daddy's Daddy is Grandpa" rocking car and shake it for 300 rounds.
"No, I'm inferior."
He Jiang opened her mouth to think of "Auntie", but was glared at by Shang Jing, and changed her words: "From now on, he will be your Uncle Xiaojing."
Fatty: "Hello, Uncle Xiaojing."
The little fat man He Jiang got off his body and started to get close to Shang Jing. He just realized that if he wanted his uncle not to be angry, all he needed was a look from the little uncle.
There are many family members in the He family. He Jiang is the third cousin among the cousins, and there are several sisters. Everyone’s industries are almost different. When they get together, they don’t talk about work, but only talk about some topics in life. It is inevitable to go around the entertainment circle, only He Jiang's work and life are not separated, which has become the center of the topic.
This year's topic is what to do with He Jiang's wedding.
Don't forget to work while talking.
Young people cook together, some roll dumpling wrappers, some knead noodles, and some fry meatballs.
A meal together for a year must be meaningful by doing it yourself.
He Silan took the "medicine" in advance and directed everyone with a clear mind. Seeing that He Jiang, who could only peel garlic in the past, was wearing an apron and frying fish this year, she said with emotion: "It's different after getting married."
Shang Jing came to the door once this year, and the treatment was so good that he couldn't do any work, so he could only pass the seasoning bottle to He Jiang. When he saw He Silan, he reflexively picked up a handful of garlic and peeled it: "Hello, aunt."
He Silan: "How can an artist peel garlic, and what if his nails are damaged? This kind of work is done by a rough guy like the third child, and he doesn't rely on his hands to eat."
Shang Jing pursed his lips, ah, you were not like this last time I came here.
He pressed the corner of his lips with a smile.
"Yes." He Jiang took the garlic in Shang Jing's hand, pressed it on the chopping board with the knife, picked up the garlic skin, chopped it and mixed it into the fish.
There is a four-meter-long rectangular table in the hall, which has been covered with pulp for a long time. A family squeezed together can sit at one table.
Three servings of the same dish should be prepared, one in the middle of each end, and three servings on the hot pot.
He Jiang cooked five sweet and sour fish, which was more than enough every year.
After the meal, He Silan began to give out red envelopes. This year, he learned a novel way of handing out red envelopes from the Internet.
While the others were clearing away the dishes, He Silan asked Shang Jing to help carry out the red envelopes,
Set up a big round table, put a big turntable in the center, where the pointer turns, where to get the red envelope.
The denominations of the turntable range from 200 to 10,000 in turn. There are ten levels in total, and sixteen packs are prepared for each level.
The position next to the two hundred is ten thousand, and the sixteen red envelopes of two hundred and the sixteen red envelopes of ten thousand are immediately different.
While everyone was still washing the dishes, He Silan stuffed Shang Jing with a 20,000 yuan red envelope: "You seem to be unlucky in playing games, so I'll give you 20,000 yuan first, aunt is not partial."
Shang Jing: "My aunt treats me the best, why would she be partial? I can't ask for this money...Auntie, have you watched variety shows too?"
Shang Jing closed his eyes, thinking about his performance on Zizai Variety Show, everyone with the surname He must have watched it.
If I knew this earlier, why bother.
He Silan: "Look, the dumplings are well made."
He insisted on giving it, but Shang Jing was determined not to. With so many people of the same generation outside, he felt embarrassed to accept two red envelopes, and said with a blushing face, "Then you should have seen that He Jiang's luck is better than mine, so it's even. "
He Silan: "It's true, what are you two doing so cleanly, what's his is yours."
Anyone younger than He Silan can participate in the game, roughly twenty people, each of whom can spin eight rounds.
He Jiang was not counted as participating, and left the game to the children. Several nephews shouted "Uncle He Jiang, come first", just like calling a big star to attend the ribbon-cutting ceremony.
"Uncle, it's your first time turning!"
"You want me to make a good start?" He Jiang stretched out her hand to test the smoothness of the turntable, "That must follow the rules of our entertainment industry."
"Everyone has to draw two red envelopes for me."
Mama He: "You are so economically minded, don't leave the circle and find a class."
Nephews and nephews: "Yes! Yes!"
He Silan: "Third, if you transfer less than 10,000 yuan, you can add money to turn the first prize into 20,000 yuan."
There was a smile on the corner of He Jiang's mouth: "Okay."
He pressed the palm of his hand on the turntable, and with a slight push, the turntable rotated three times smoothly, and in everyone's sight, it barely stopped at the boundary between ten thousand and two hundred.
"Thank you, aunt." He Jiang took one of the 10,000 stacks of red envelopes and put it in his pocket, and said, "Everyone, come in line, and come to me to pay after the transfer."
He moved a chair and sat on it, watching the little fat man go up first, and turned two thousand.
The little fat man opened a red envelope and took out two: "Here, happy new year uncle."
He Jiang accepted it calmly: "I wish you progress in your studies."
The second one, transferred to one thousand, and gave He Jiang two hundred.
The third one transferred to five thousand and gave He Jiang two hundred.
This little handling fee is like drizzle.
It was Shang Jing's turn, and he observed it. The turntable on the table was not ten, but two hundred grids were too small, which was evidence of aunt's care for the younger generation.
So far, there are still people who have drawn 200 yuan, and Shang Jing even suspects that his aunt has tampered with the 200 yuan.
He pushed confidently, with much more strength than the children, and the turntable turned five times in a row, and finally stopped at... 10,000
Just when Shang Jing was about to be happy, he saw the pointer, as if taking a sip of ginseng soup, crossing the limit lingeringly, and stopped at 200 with a difference of one millimeter.
The children were laughing like crazy, and the little fat man stepped forward to help Uncle Xiao Jing turn the needle back a little, "Ten thousand!"
Shang Jing also found it funny, and took the smallest red envelope: "Thank you, aunt, two hundred is a lot."
He Jiang: "Cough."
Shang Jing remembered that there was still a handling fee to be paid, so he glanced at his red envelopes, there was no need to open them, there were only two in total.
The little fat man was surprised: "Third Uncle! You also accept Uncle Xiaojing's?"
He Jiang raised her eyebrows: "Why didn't you accept it?"
Shang Jing obediently handed the red envelope to He Jiang, and the air was full of joy.
Halfway through the game, the children's pockets were full of red envelopes, and almost all of Shang Jing's red envelopes were handed over to He Jiang.
He Jiang took away his wife's red envelope once: "Tsk, just pay the tuition fee."
Shang Jing said quietly: "What tuition fee?"
He Jiang said: "There is a kind of lottery draw on the street. You can draw a tablet for a prize. When redeeming the prize, you will recharge a few thousand shopping cards with you, which is equivalent to giving a tablet. Most people are rejected at the step of recharging." I got a microloan in a lie, and I can’t use this shopping card in the future.”
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He was cheated of some money, but He Jiang was afraid that he would be on the social news, what would such a thin-skinned Shang puppy do then.
"Remember, all liars are just pretending to praise you for your luck." He Jiang couldn't help laughing, "When you meet a liar, think about your luck today."
Shang Jing: "I'm not really an idiot!"
"Really?" He Jiang teased, "Would you buy the transfer charms sold by the roadside master for two hundred pieces?"
"Is this useful?" Shang Jing asked.
He Jiang looked at him quietly.
After recollecting it, Shang Jing said stiffly, "I'll just ask, I want to buy it."
I'm very stingy.
After the game was over, He Jiang wrapped the 16,000 handling fee earned and the 10,000 drawn by himself into a bag in red, and handed it all over to his wife.
He Jiang took Shang Jing's wrist and stepped into the attic: "When I was young, my parents went overseas to open up markets, and I lived with my aunt."
"This is my room, and it's where my dad lived before he got married."
The small attic has a wooden floor. The two of them took off their shoes and stepped on the floor lightly.
Looking around at the business scene, there are many rooms in the old house, all of which are divided into each room, the space is small, only seven or eight square meters, the cabinets and beds are antique, and there are a few stickers of Yuxing on the wall.
He Jiang: "In the future, if you have time, you can come here to stay for one night."
Shang Jing cleverly said: "Choose the day and don't hit the sun, let's live here today, I want to spend more time with my aunt."
In the old house, he can always have a good rest, right
He Jiang smiled: "Alright."
Every room in the old house is covered with new bedding for people to take a nap. Shang Jing got under the covers and asked He Jiang, "Are there any things from your childhood here?"
He Jiang: "Yes."
"so good."
Shang Jing's childhood memories are now gone.
He opened the bedside cabinet, looked through He Jiang's old things, and dug out a photo album.
"can I see?"
"What's wrong?" He Jiang put her arms around Shang Jing's shoulders, and turned to the first page, "A family portrait from more than ten years ago, this is me, and this is my eldest brother."
Shang Jing paused on He Jiang's face, and asked, "Do you have a single photo of you?"
He Jiang turned two pages back: "This."
A photo of him holding the elementary school Mathematical Olympiad trophy.
The film king showed off secretly.
There is still a big difference between the nine-year-old He Jiang and the twenty-seven-year-old He Jiang.
The sense of familiarity in Shang Jing's heart became stronger and stronger. He stared at the pattern on He Jiang's award-winning shirt, turned his head to look at He Jiang and said, "We seem to have met each other when we were young."
When will I see you
He Jiang's heart skipped a beat. Oops, the wife who had hit her head twice remembered, he remembered.
He Jiang tried hard to recall the childhood photos of Shang Jing in Fu's house, and the intersection of Fu's family and He's family. The excellent IQ did not play a role at this moment.
He Jiang asked humbly: "Let me remind you."
Shangjing: "Before going abroad."
He Jiang: "It must have been before going abroad, can you be more specific?"
Shang Jing rolled his eyes, "Think to yourself, you can't remember such an important thing, you should sleep in the study before you remember."
He Jiang had no clue: "My wife..."
This time, Shang Jing will not be sent out with a "big year", and must resolutely implement the policy of health and rest: "Did I have two rooms when I lost my memory? Now you don't remember, and I have to learn from you."
He said solemnly with a small face: "Otherwise it will be unfair to you."
He Jiang: "..."
When Liu Xia Huiran will suffer retribution.
After a while, He Jiang saw that Shang Jing was still looking at his childhood photos, and asked, "This meeting is very important?"
Shang Jing: "Yes."
He Jiang's complexion suddenly changed slightly: "I just read it wrong. In fact, the one receiving the award is my hall brother. We are a bit alike when we were young."
Shang Jing was taken aback, the big hall brother in the family photo was indeed a bit similar to He Jiang when he was a child. Over the years, He Jiang has become the idol of thousands of girls, and the big hall brother has a slightly fatter figure.
He Jiang tapped the photo with her fingers: "You met with him? Under what circumstances did you meet? Are you still betrothed to him!"
The lobby brother who was watching TV downstairs sneezed.
Seeing He Jiang pointing at the little boy in the photo with a jealous look on his face, Shang Jing couldn't tell if He Jiang was acting, so he said, "I have baby kisses!"
He Jiang: "I don't believe it."
Shang Jing was wronged: "He just gave me two candies."
Relying on being a rogue and tricking his wife into revealing a key clue, He Jiang's mind flashed, and he suddenly remembered something.
When he was a child, he would take candy with him when he was on a vehicle, not because he loved to eat it, but because he was prone to encounter crying children.
He Jiang also had a bad temper, so Mother He told him to think of a way to deal with it before getting angry.
Maybe he really attracts children to like him, and he will stop crying when given a candy.
Those boys and girls who used to eat candy are not allowed to be He Jiang's fans now.
Could it be an accurate time for Shangjing's "before going abroad"
He Jiang remembers that after he won the elementary school Mathematical Olympiad, his aunt promised to send him to the United States to reunite with his parents for two months during the summer vacation.
He forgot whether he was wearing this dress, he boarded the plane alone, and his mother was at the airport for him.
Before the plane took off, a sobbing little boy finally came up, led by his mother, and sat not far from He Jiang.
He Jiang stared at him fiercely, for fear that he would cry like a pig on the plane.
The little boy cried afterwards, but kept silently wiping his tears with a tissue, and his mother ignored him.
He Jiang forgot what the little boy looked like, he must be very well-behaved and pitiful, otherwise he would not have taken the initiative to hand him two candies to coax him.
When he gave the bear a marshmallow, he wanted him to shut up.
He gave Shang Jing two candies, hoping that he would not be in trouble.
He Jiang's heart suddenly hurt, and she hugged Shang Jing tightly: "It was on the plane you went abroad, right? Two marshmallows?"
Shang Jing blushed: "Yes."
He hugged the covered bridge and cried loudly, which aroused the idea of security, who took him and his mother to a small room for questioning.
Ms. Shang talked to him a lot, nothing more than "Don't cry, everyone is watching you" and so on.
In the cabin, Shang Jing felt a little desperate, so he started to cry.
Ms. Shang ignored him, but a little brother gave him two sweet cotton candy despite his cold face.
Later, Shang Xiaojing heard the adult sitting next to his little brother ask him, are you with your parents
Little brother: "When I grow up, I can go to America and come back by myself."
"Since I came back."
Shang Xiaojing stopped crying, and suddenly there was a tall role model in his life.
Just grow up.
A lot happened later, and Shang Jing almost forgot about it. Now I saw the clothes in the photo of He Jiang accepting the award and remembered it.
It's the same piece, with the car patch he likes so much.
It's the person in the photo, who looks bad-tempered, cool and confident, and behaves very gentle.
Shang Jing: "If I cry on the plane, will you hate me?"
He Jiang said firmly: "No, I will take you away with Ms. Shang."
Shang Jing: "How to take it away?"
He Jiang kissed the corner of Shang Jing's lips, and said in a vague voice, "Go skydiving. I declare that you are my first little fanboy, and you even have a parachute."
Another name for He Jiang's fans is a parachute.
Shang Jing was so moved. Although He Jiang was playing, he was willing to believe that He Jiang replaced his father a long time ago, protecting him and giving him faith.
He Jiang kissed Shang Puppy thoroughly, and took out a marshmallow from the drawer after getting out of bed.
He Silan thought he liked to eat this kind of candy, and would prepare some every time he came back.
Shang Jing glanced at the package from the corner of his eye, um... the size is a bit like...
He immediately sat up vigilantly: "What is in your hand?"
He Jiang covered the cotton candy, and said deliberately: "What about you?"
Shang Jing whispered: "There are many people outside."
He Jiang tore open the packaging bag: "Let them see it."
Shang Jing's eyes widened. What's your moral bottom line
"I, I'm going to bask in the sun with my aunt."
He wanted to get out of bed, but He Jiang squeezed him back, pinched his chin, and stuffed a marshmallow into his mouth.
Familiar, sweet cotton candy melts in the mouth.
Shang Jing's cheeks turned red like tomatoes.
He Jiang narrowed her eyes: "Strawberry flavor, okay?"
Shang Jing heard it clearly, took a bite of the marshmallow, and the strawberry tasted sweet: "Strawberry tastes delicious."
He Jiang: "Okay, we agree."
Business scene: "..."
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