Several days have passed since this incident, and Qianmai still has lingering fears. Facing the delicious food on the table, I still vomit. Reluctantly moved a small bowl of rice, and put his chopsticks aside.
"Don't waste food, all this bowl will be eaten up." Peng Chen said lightly.
It's okay that he doesn't speak, and he provokes an angry look when he speaks. Latent Wheat moved quickly, squeezing the leftovers into his bowl. It was all he killed, and he deserves to have leftovers.
"Don't stare at me. I drive like a snail. It's because of your poor mental quality."
Peng Chen felt that she was wronged. He was obviously only at medium speed, and wanted to show her the scenery to create a romantic memory. However, she didn't understand the style at all, so she vomited it to him in person. On the way back to the city, he was as slow as a snail, and she still yelled and wanted to vomit. When cars, trucks, and motorcycles screamed past him, the owner of the car looked back and looked at his eyes. That triumph made him secretly regret why he didn't drive a bicycle today.
"Is the mountain road used for drag racing? Ask, there are a few fools who can drive a sports car up the mountain road." Qianmai firmly believes that his psychological quality is acceptable, and he strongly despises his behavior.
Peng Chen knew that she couldn't be as eloquent as her, and the words whirled around, but he swallowed it back sensibly.
"Today it's your turn to wash the dishes." Qian Mai took a paper towel, wiped his mouth, got up and walked to the study.
Generally speaking, their little days are still very comfortable. In addition to cooking on the weekends, I usually work at "Xin Peng Ji" to solve the problem. Occasionally, I take it home for a meal, and I simply clean the bowl.
Peng Chen has become accustomed to her taking turns, calling her from behind: "No more soup?"
"Stop drinking, you have the whole package. The classmates are very lively, you hurry up to pack up." While talking, she had already jumped to the notebook in three steps to join the group chat.
Today is the annual Christmas Eve. For a small city like Huayang, not many people actually spend Christmas. Most people just follow the Christmas marketing activities full of merchants on the streets, spending crazily, swiping cards crazily, and celebrating crazily.
Originally, Shen Zhou and Peng Chen discussed and invited classmates and friends in Huayang out to make a fuss at night. As a result, everyone was in a lack of interest in the day's class. Small town entertainment places are very limited, nothing more than restaurants, bars, KTV, the third child, I'm tired of playing early.
Another key factor is that the cold air swept the south of the Yangtze River and it began to rain. The sky was dark and gloomy, and it was damp and cold everywhere. Everyone looked at the sky and sighed. The sun was shining on the winter solstice. Rather than run out to get a blow and get cold, it's better to hide home and play in a group chat with comfortable clothes and the air conditioner.
When Qianmai entered, the group was already boiling.
Unlike domestic stores operating overnight during Christmas, many foreign stores will be closed or closed early on this day. So this time difference, many old classmates are already lazy at home. Squad leader Shen Zhou was conscientious and greeted in hip-hop. In view of the pragmatic nature of Jintian people, the conversation was nothing more than "How is the business?"
Zhu Shoubin hid in the group alone, silently... Silently... drew a circle: "A bunch of businessmen who see profit and forget their righteousness. Those who are celebrating the festival, will you die if you don't talk about business for a day?"
Immediately attracted countless "sticks", "flying knives" and "cow dung".
After a stick hit the street mice, Qianmai bravely stepped forward: "Touch, let's not associate with those'vulgar people.' Jintian businessmen have nearly one million people, but scientists can count too many with one hand."
Shen Zhou was immediately covered with thorns, and yelled, "Who are you talking about? Who do you say is a'layman'?"
"That's you." Two identical words appeared on the screen, from Zhu Shoubin and Liu Feipeng respectively.
"I'm not convinced, right? Then I will convince you. You two future scientists and medical scientists, first throw a string of professional terms to stun him." Qianmai gave the order, and Zhu Shoubin and Liu Feipeng followed closely with a string of "%￥○" "℃&※ψΣЖ" hit the crowd in confusion.
The three were rewarded by the festival and quickly established a unified alliance. Anxious, Shen Zhou rushed to find foreign aid: "Where is Peng Chen, where is he dead, why don't you take care of his house?"
"Don't look for it, his bowl hasn't been cleaned yet." In a word, Leide Shen rolled around looking for teeth. The group gave out bursts of incredible exclamation, and demanded that seeing is believing in the pictures.
Qianmai gritted his teeth triumphantly, pretending not to hear, staring at the screen, watching Zhu Shoubin and Liu Feipeng, two "expert"-level people chat.
Zhu Shoubin: "What are you doing?"
Liu Feipeng: "Reading, we must prepare for assessment."
Zhu Shoubin sneered: "Isn't it? I can't find anyone to play, no place to play, what do you still do in China with autism?"
Liu Feipeng smiled with a good temper, and retorted, "Can you ask your classmates to play?"
Zhu Shoubin answered without thinking: "No! Foreigners are like monkeys, I don't want to play with them."
My God, Qianmai choked in his lungs with a bite of snacks, coughing up tears. What a vivid metaphor, what a childhood language. Is it true that the brains of the so-called "experts" are so pure and innocent than ordinary people? It seems that Zhu Shoubin has the potential to develop into "everyone".
Outside, Peng Chen quietly visited through the door, and saw Qian Mai sitting in front of the notebook coughing and laughing alone and happy, the snacks on the table next to him had been wiped out. In this way, who would believe that she wanted to vomit and had no appetite.
In the group, Liu Feipeng made persistent efforts to lure Zhu Shoubin: "Then you can go to the street to play?"
Zhu Shoubin looked up to the sky and screamed: "The street is empty, and there is no hair. What are you playing?"
Liu Feipeng didn't believe it: "Christmas, our country is very lively."
Suddenly, in Fanbang, Zhu Shoubin's national pride gurgled out like spring water: "That is, our country, and everyone is more lively than Fanbang for the holidays."
Latent Wheat smiled again. Lele alone is not as good as the others. I was about to pull Peng Chen over to have fun. The phone in the living room rang, and then there was a slight voice, so I had to stop.
When turning to the screen again, Shen Zhou did not know when to turn around and insert forcefully: "Since the motherland is so good, don't you hurry back? It's been a few days since the holiday, are you playing in California?"
Zhu Shoubin yelled aggrievedly: "Do you think I'm willing? Breth's pervert took many projects and forced me to work for him for free..."
Shen Zhou strongly despised: "It's really useless! You still have a face to say. If you are smart, I will dump him immediately. After returning to Huayang, I will give you a general manager Dangdang."
Zhu Shoubin was not fooled, and he explained Shen Zhou's mystery: "Pretend to be less, you want to be lazy. As for your small and ridiculous Tubo Villa, I would rather follow the pervert."
Shen Zhou became furious with embarrassment: "I'm sick! Since you are following the pervert voluntarily, why do you shout ***!"
The group was cheering again. Zhu Shoubin immediately turned into a tyrannosaurus, throwing swords, spears, swords, halberds and eighteen weapons on Shen Zhou's head, and the two big men screamed and fought into a ball.
Qian Mai was fascinated, and was suddenly called by Xiao Adai: "What are you doing? I didn't speak for a long time? Last month, I ran into teacher Huang Ruolan in'Chinatown'. She said that you were planning to come to Paris for further study, why not? Here? If you come, I will have multiple companions."
Latent Wheat's fingers paused on the keyboard, not knowing what to say. While thinking about it, Nan Weiwei, who was diving, suddenly appeared: "No! Wheat is gone, what should I do."
Xiao Adai gave her a burst of chestnut, plus a magnificent fist: "You girl can't swim, and she learns to dive. Be careful of drowning."
Nan Weiwei cried out with a bitter face: "There is no way, I still have a lot of'homework' to finish."
Qianmai was stunned, it seemed that Nan Haoran had cultivated Nan Weiwei as a "ten thousand essential oil", and let her intervene in everything. Two days ago, she actually sent her, a layman, on his behalf to preside over the material detail discussion meeting of the design department. After thinking for a while, ten fingers flew and typed a string of words: "I haven't contacted Teacher Huang for a while, how is she looking energetic now?"
Xiao Adai replied: "Very good. To be honest, I am really jealous of her. Time flies, and after so many years, time has not left a trace on her body, but she has become more radiant."
Qian Mai smiled: "She is a temperamental beauty crafted by time. How can we ordinary people have no time." For many years, Huang Ruolan is still her idol who looks like a cinnabar mole.
If Yang Xinlian is Li Feng, who is more in love than Jin Jian’s family, and he went with him to a foreign country to start a business hard, then Huang Ruolan is accustomed to living a carefree life, and suddenly falls into the business of her husband. Failure, the predicament of relatives claiming debts.
In the winter of that year, Huang Ruolan resolutely opposed her husband closing the store and returning to China. She dealt with all the domestic real estate and family business to repay the debts, and then resigned and took her son to Paris to work together with her husband.
I have seen too many couples who are flying in a catastrophe, and have heard many reasons for divorce. Qian Mai deeply admires Huang Ruolan's courage and demeanor. Since Huang Ruolan started to run a gallery in Paris, she has invested her paintings. From an unknown amateur painter to a unique ink painter now, they have cooperated closely and made advance and retreat together, and each other's destiny cannot be said to hesitate. Related.
Time passed unconsciously, and everyone was laughing and playing. Until the snacks on the table were wiped out, Qianmai returned to his senses, looking at the pile of empty wrapping paper, it was a little unbelievable, only then did he faintly feel a dry mouth, and got up to go to the kitchen to pour boiling water.
As soon as I walked to the door, I vaguely heard Peng Chen standing in the small living room converted into a balcony, facing the window, and said in a cold voice: "You don't count."
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"It doesn't matter if you don't get a certificate from the embassy, you can get engaged first for a banquet."
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"Then go home first. We are engaged, and Mai Mai and I will go out with you."
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"Which day to choose? It is better to hit the sun. On my birthday, the certificate and wedding banquet were held together."
I don't know what was said on the other end of the phone, and Peng Chen's voice became a little excited. He could see that he was desperately suppressing, but the slight chill in his voice still made people feel cold on his back for no reason, as if thorns were on his back.
Latent Wheat stared steadily, and his heart exploded, vaguely having a bad premonition.
Feeling the line of sight behind him, Peng Chen turned around. Under the light, his face turned pale, his eyes were dark and cold, like freezing rain outside the window, and the touch made people feel bitingly cold.
Seeing the figure inside the door, he paused, stiffly said "That's it, hang up first", and then stood upright, fixedly looking at her motionlessly.
The eyes of the two met in the air, facing each other quietly. Silence, even the surrounding air condenses and freezes.
In the end, Qianmai gently opened his mouth to break the cen silence in the room: "Today I am... I have seen your young master's temper." I have always known that he can't be as gentle as jade on the surface, but I didn't expect him to get angry. It was so cold and terrifying.
Hearing what she said, Peng Chen secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The cold expression on her face slowly faded, and she walked over to embrace her silently. Qian Mai couldn't see his expression clearly, but the strong arms that hugged her tightly made her feel painful.
"Peng Chen, don't do this. I will be afraid." She muttered.
"Don't be afraid! I'm here." He whispered, his voice faintly guilty: "My parents still have things to do. The ticket is booked very late, and it will take a young night to get home."
"I got it. That's pretty fast, it's only a month away. You remember... Go back to Jintian early and tidy up the old house and wait for them." Qian Mai wanted to smile and tell him that it's okay, but found that the corners of his mouth were totally twitched. Do not move. Everyone is a fox, who would take this excuse seriously. The ones that should come will always come, but I didn't expect everything to come so quickly. If she can, she really hopes to be drunk and never wake up... (To be continued, if you want to know what's going on, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)