The one who came to pick them up was a middle-aged man with an oddly short hair, driving a black car. Lin Qingyu could tell that this car was more refined and cleaner than most of the others on the street. Just as there are bad horses and good horses, there are good and bad points when you want to come.
Lin Qingyu saw a circular sign erected in front of the car. A circle is evenly divided into three equal parts. Does this have any significance
Jiang Xing and his driver have always been casual, and there is no need for the driver to come down and drive the door. Normal people don't pretend to be forced. He opened the door of the back seat and made a please gesture: "Go up, don't you want to sit here?"
Lin Qingyu bent over and sat on it. Jiang Xing then got into the car and greeted the driver: "Uncle Chen."
The driver grinned: "Wait for a long time." The driver saw Lin Qingyu in the rearview mirror and said in surprise, "Axing, is this your classmate?"
The driver and Jiang Xing spoke in Cantonese, but Jiang Xing replied in Mandarin: "No."
Not a classmate, the driver is a friend by default. The driver also switched to Mandarin: "How did your friend wear ancient clothes? Which star is he?"
Jiang Xing smiled and said, "No, we just came back from the Hanfu Exhibition."
"Hanfu? Oh, I know, this is very popular among young people these days."
"Yes." Jiang Xing replied casually, "Uncle Chen, can you please turn down the temperature of the air conditioner a little bit, walking around outside, it's quite hot."
The driver lowered the temperature by two degrees and complained: "This weather will not get cold in November."
Lin Qingyu listened to Jiang Xing's conversation with the man, and felt that the man should be someone like a groom. But Jiang Xing called him uncle again, and he seemed to be speaking to people of equal status.
Jiang Xing did the same when he was in Dayu. Xiao Songzi brought him tea and water, and occasionally got a "thank you" from the emperor, which made Xiao Songzi feel that her life was almost lost, and she cried and begged Jiang Xing to let him go, and Jiang Xing was relieved. .
Lin Qingyu raised her lips silently.
Jiang Xing, who is gentle and polite, has another kind of cuteness that you can't see in Dayu.
With Jiang Xing by his side, Lin Qingyu finally had the mood to appreciate this strange world. He looked out the window and saw all kinds of shops on the side of the road. He recognized every word on the shops, and he didn't know what they meant when they were connected together. There are also tall buildings rising from the ground, so high, how do people go up.
The sky gradually dimmed, and the lights on every tall building lit up Lin Qingyu's eyes.
This is Jiang Xing's hometown, colorful and colorful. There are air-conditioning, mobile phones, generous girls working outside, cars that run faster than Chollima, and sweet milk tea and egg tarts.
Jiang Xing grew up in such a world.
very nice.
The driver drove the car directly into the underground garage of the community. Before getting off the car, Jiang Xing said, "Thanks to Uncle Chen."
"You're welcome, your family pays me a salary." The driver smiled and said, "Call me whenever you need to."
After the driver left, Lin Qingyu asked, "Is the person driving you a servant of your family?"
Jiang Xing choked and said with fear, "It's okay."
"What's okay?"
"Fortunately, you didn't ask me this question in the car." Jiang Xingguang smashed his toes when he imagined that scene. "Otherwise, I must die on the spot."
Lin Qingyu asked: "What do you mean by social death."
"Human death is divided into two types, one is normal death, and the other is social death..."
Lin Qingyu's ice and snow are smart, and he can get through at one point. He snorted coldly and said, "I'm not stupid, how could I ask you in front of the driver. However, your driver seems to be different from ours when it comes to speaking."
"Oh, he has been in the Cantonese-speaking area, and he will definitely have an accent in Mandarin."
"Then why you don't have this accent." Lin Qingyu remembered something, "By the way, you didn't return to Guangzhou until you went to high school. You told me when you were in Dayu."
Jiang Xing gave a "tsk": "I used to talk to you about everything. Am I stubborn in front of you? Others are'My father taught me in Hawaii'; when you come to Guangzhou, it means'My husband is in Dayu. Taught me'?"
"There are many things you haven't told me. For example, how do we get up to this building so tall?"
"Thank you for acting like an ancient person and giving me the dignity of a modern person." Jiang Xing led Lin Qingyu to a strange door, "Let's take the elevator up."
Lin Qingyu said, "Elevator?"
No matter how Jiang Xing talks about tuberculosis, it is impossible to cover everything. For example, Jiang Xing never talked about elevators.
Jiang Xing briefly introduced the principle of the elevator: "The elevator adopts a traction drive method, and the core of the drive mechanism lies in..."
Lin Qingyu interrupted him: "Anyway, after sitting on this, we can go up."
Jiang Xing snapped his fingers: "It's a very good summary."
Except for the door in front of him, there is another one not far away. Lin Qingyu asked: "Is the other one also an elevator?"
"Well, that one is the nanny elevator."
"nanny?"
Jiang Xing talked about the job of the nanny. Lin Qingyu nodded: "Understood, nanny is meant to be a servant."
Jiang Xing explained patiently: "Nanny is not a servant, they are equal employment relationship with us. So, in the future, when you get along with my aunt, you can't use her as a current person, just treat her as an ordinary elder. , It’s okay to say a few more thanks, she will cook even more delicious food."
Lin Qingyu was puzzled: "It is equal, so why not let the nanny and the owner sit in the same elevator?"
Jiang Xing was asked. In order to maintain his image of omniscient and omnipotent in Lin Qingyu's heart, he can only come up with the universal answer: "What is the problem of elevators sitting separately? I believe you are familiar with elevators, but how do elevators sit separately? What's up. You have to take the nanny elevator, and the master takes the master elevator..."
Lin Qingyu raised her eyes: "Okay, shut up."
Entering the elevator, Lin Qingyu watched the number gradually increase from -1, and finally stopped at 26. Lin Qingyu heard a "ding" and the elevator door opened. Jiang Xing began to change his shoes: "I'm home." He helped Lin Qingyu take out a new pair of indoor slippers, "I'm going to get the clothes, you just sit down. Do you want to take a shower first?"
Lin Qingyu looked around curiously: "Yes."
Jiang Xing went to the cloakroom, picked a set of T-shirts and shorts that he had worn only once, and took a new bath towel into the bathroom. Back in the living room, he saw Lin Qingyu leaning over and touching his sofa, his expression seemed a bit wrong.
Jiang Xing asked: "What's wrong?"
Lin Qingyu hesitated to say something but stopped: "It's nothing."
"Then I will take you to the bathroom?"
Lin Qingyu said, "No hurry." Jiang Xing's house should also have air conditioning, and he doesn't feel hot at all now. "You take me around your house first."
Jiang Xing was a little inexplicable: "Okay."
Starting from the living room, Lin Qingyu followed Jiang Xing to visit the restaurant, dining room, L-shaped large balcony, kitchen, master room, elder room, guest room, study, and even the nanny room.
"Auntie went on a trip. I will live in this house for the entire holiday—well, I still have you now."
Lin Qingyu frowned: "Your family really..."
Jiang Xing is very modest: "It's a little bigger to live alone, just get used to it."
"Your home is really small. Is it so small that you can live in it? You don't even have a garden or a pond. You have to leave home if you want to fish." Lin Qingyu looked at Jiang Xing lovingly and sympathetically, "You live here, it is true. Suffered."
Jiang Xing was silent for a long time and hesitated: "I take the liberty to ask, what did you do before marrying me?"
Lin Qingyu said: "He was originally the son of the imprisonment of the Taiyuan Hospital, then the medical officer of the Taiyuan Hospital, and finally the prime minister of the imperial court."
"Disrespect and disrespect, it turned out to be the Prime Minister, hahaha." Jiang Xing smiled awkwardly and politely, "Let a country's third-in-command stay with me, the old man, I really feel wronged by the prime minister."
"You don't have to be like this, I am your wife, so naturally I won't despise you." Lin Qingyu thought for a while and asked, "Are there pawn shops in Guangzhou?"
"Pawnshop? When I was young, I could occasionally see one or two families. Now it should be difficult to find." Jiang Xing said, "The Prime Minister asked why this?"
"You find a pawnshop and sell my costume, just as a subsidy for you."
Jiang Xing's expression was complicated: "I thank you."
"If it's not enough, there is still this jade pendant." When Lin Qingyu put it on, she wore a cold jade from the north, which was a tribute to the north. "If it's not enough, we can only pawn our wedding ring."
"Wedding ring?"
"Well, you specially designed it." Lin Qingyu took off the ring from her hand and showed it to Jiang Xing. Jiang Xing looked at it carefully inside and out, it was indeed very similar to his style of painting.
Jiang Xing was at a loss: "What about my wedding ring."
Lin Qingyu said: "It should still be on your Dayu's body."
Jiang Xing was unhappy: "How can you think of selling such an important thing as a wedding ring."
"I don't want you to live too poorly." Lin Qingyu has always paid little attention to things outside of him. The significance of this ring is also because Jiang Xing gave it to him. To him, Jiang Xing is more important than anything else. "We also have a pair of wedding rings, which you gave me during the third marriage. If you feel that it is a pity, you can give me a pair again someday."
Jiang Xing laughed: "Okay, okay."
Jiang Xing took Lin Qingyu to the bathroom in his room. Throwing away the lost memories, he and Lin Qingyu only got along for a few hours, but he could already see his understanding of modern things through Lin Qingyu's expression. For example, Lin Qingyu's slightly probing eyes now definitely doesn't know how to use things in the bathroom.
"Here is hot water, and here is cold water." Jiang Xing demonstrated to Lin Qingyu how to adjust the temperature of the water, "Then put this on the body, and the thing in the blue bottle is used to wash your hair. I will put the clothes on for you. , I'm out, please call me anytime if you have any questions."
Lin Qingyu asked: "Are you still going out?"
Jiang Xing choked his breath, quickly adjusted, and smiled: "I'm not going out, am I here to see you?"
Although Lin Qingyu wanted Jiang Xing to restore all his memories as soon as possible, he did not want to push people too tightly. He nodded and said, "Then you go out."
Jiang Xing walked out of the bathroom, closed the door, and suddenly felt that he had missed a hundred million.
What happened today is too imaginary. If it were before, Jiang Xing would only regard these as a low-end scam. But he could not explain the feeling Lin Qingyu gave him, nor could he explain the flashing pictures in his mind. It's a pity that the picture is just a picture, not a plot. He wanted to remember what happened in Dayu as soon as possible. He didn't want to disappoint Lin Qingyu.
Jiang Xing stood in front of the French window thinking for almost half an hour, but didn't think of any useful information.
"Jiang Xing."
Jiang Xing turned around, and the beauty coming out of the bath came into view. Jiang Xing quickly looked away, took a sip of ice coke, and then moved his gaze to Lin Qingyu again.
What he took to Lin Qingyu was a pure white T-shirt. The fabric was pure cotton, which was easily permeable when exposed to water. At this time, it was half wet by Lin Qingyu's wet hair.
Lin Qingyu's porcelain-white skin could not see any blemishes under the chandelier in the living room—except for the original mole. His eyelashes are also wet, the tip of his nose is a little red, and his lips are smoked into a bright color. He doesn't know if he can't be cut, he is about to be cut anyway.
When Jiang Xing saw Lin Qingyu wearing the Chinese clothes, he only felt that he was dignified and luxurious, and he was very cold from the heights. Only when he put on modern clothes did he know that Lin Qingyu's legs were so long and so straight. He was about six to seven centimeters taller than Lin Qingyu. His T-shirt was obviously too large on Lin Qingyu. The original collar was actually worn by Lin Qingyu to show the effect of falling shoulders.
Lin Qingyu is a little thin and can raise fish in her collarbone. Coupled with long hair that reaches the waist, it looks a little bit like a girl from the back or the side. Few boys can look so exquisite, but Lin Qingyu's appearance is not feminine. If he cut his hair short, no one would mistake his gender.
Jiang Xing handed out the things in his hand to divert his attention, and smiled: "Have you washed it? Come on, try this, I'll get you a hair dryer."
"The hair dryer blows the hair? No, I dry it." Lin Qingyu looked at the bottle of black water and asked, "What is this?"
"Cola, a kind of water that can make people happy, is most suitable for drinking after a bath in summer."
"But isn't it October now?"
Jiang Xing shrugged: "October here is no different from midsummer."
Lin Qingyu took the Coke, first bowed her head and smelled it, then took a sip, her complexion stopped.
Jiang Xing smiled and asked, "Is it delicious?"
"It's a bit sweet, and it's a bit unspeakable stimulation, I don't like it very much." Lin Qingyu raised her head, "Jiang Xing, I want to drink milk tea."
Jiang Xing said: "Farewell, you have already had a drink, and you have eaten so many desserts, you will not be able to sleep if you drink it at night."
Lin Qingyu was not too happy. Jiang Xing has always been responsive to him, but now he has come to his own territory, dare to refuse him. He asked Jiang Xing: "Is milk tea expensive? Can you not afford too much?"
Jiang Xing laughed: "Expensive is expensive, but I don't want to afford it. Don't be angry, let's drink it tomorrow." Jiang Xing's tone unconsciously brought the coaxing taste, "Today, you can just find that one. Yes, to be honest, the taste is average. Tomorrow I will buy you milk tea that is a hundred times better."
Lin Qingyu doubted: "Is it really a hundred times?"
Jiang Xing assured him: "It's really a hundred times."
Lin Qingyu reluctantly accepted this plan, temporarily letting go of her obsession with milk tea. He pointed to the light-emitting irregular cylindrical building very close to them outside the French windows and asked, "What is that?"
Jiang Xing said: "The Canton Tower, because it looks like a human waist, is also called Xiaomanyao." Xiaomanyao is a landmark building in Guangzhou and one of the must-see attractions for travel. He can see when he opens the curtains, it's numb for a long time. "If you like it, I'll show you up there tomorrow night. But it's a holiday now and there must be a lot of people going there."
Lin Qingyu asked: "Who is the one who designed and built the waistline?"
Jiang Xing said: "You should know if you check it online. What do you ask this for?"
"I want to meet him, maybe there will be gains." Lin Qingyu thoughtfully, "Dayu's Engineering Department invited Ding You to be a prelude, and there is an urgent need for someone to succeed him. Since this person can design a small waist, he wants to come too. A talented person, if you can get his advice..."
Jiang Xing almost squirted out a coke. He endured a smile, and said solemnly: "Don't make a decision too quickly. Next time I will take you to Beijing and Shanghai. Maybe you will have a better candidate for the "Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry". Oh, do you want to check it out? Financial News, by the way, I selected the Shangshu of the Ministry of Households."
Lin Qingyu said strangely: "What are you laughing at."
Jiang Xing had a serious face: "I didn't laugh."
Lin Qingyu looked at Jiang Xing's eyes as if he was looking at a fool: "You are clearly holding back your smile."
Jiang Xing: "..." He thought he was good at acting, how did Lin Qingyu see it
Lin Qingyu once again saw what Jiang Xing was thinking: "We have been in love for more than four years, and I know what you are thinking just by your expression."
"We have been in love for more than four years?" Jiang Xing grasped the key point, "meaning, we have been together for more than four years?"
"Yeah. It just passed its fourth anniversary not long ago."
For so long, they can be regarded as old couples and old wives. Four years, many things can be done.
Jiang Xingqing couldn't help but look at Lin Qingyu's lips and asked: "Then Qingyu, have I... kissed you?"
Lin Qingyu said calmly: "This is not nonsense. You kiss every day."
Jiang Xing: "..."
His wife is so beautiful, it's not normal to kiss every day.
"Then have we," Jiang Xing cleared his throat, and said in a casual tone as much as possible, "have you been up or down..."
Lin Qingyu raised her eyes to look at him: "My husband wanted to ask, have we ever been in bed?"
During Dayu, if someone else was around, Lin Qingyu would wake up Jiang to wake up as "the emperor"; if the three of them were alone, he would usually call Jiang wakes up directly. He has called her husband a handful of times. But now he has an epiphany, Jiang Xing called him "baby" at first, he was not used to it, and even felt a little hypocritical. Later, Jiang Xing called more, and he had an illusion-he should have been Jiang Xing's baby.
Inferring from this, if you want to turn a person into your own husband, you should call him husband every day.
Jiang Xing was numb all over by the word "husband". He held his breath, looked away, and pretended to make a calm "um".
Lin Qingyu smiled, "What do you think."
The heat in Jiang Xing's body rose wildly uncontrollably. He lowered his eyes and laughed lowly: "Don't smile at me like this."
Lin Qingyu looked at him: "Why?"
Jiang Xing was quiet for a while, his hand holding the iced Coke suddenly tightened, and he raised his head and drank cleanly.
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After writing ancient essays for many years, I realized that writing modern essays can be so happy! ! !
I who wrote the ancient article: How can I elegantly describe the protagonist’s shock (ecstasy, anger, sadness)... (Mask of pain, 500 words per hour)
I wrote the modern article: One sentence, go to the world!