When it was time to go to bed, Jiang Xing gave up his room to Lin Qingyu. He told Lin Qingyu one by one how to turn on the lights and how to adjust the temperature in the room. If he was thirsty, he could drink the water in the small refrigerator.
Lin Qingyu pointed to the portrait of a dark-skinned man on the bedside and asked, "Who is this person?"
"A basketball star, I like him very much." When mentioning his idol, Jiang Xing was full of sharing desire. "I also have a pair of autographed sneakers. Can I show it to you?"
"No need." Lin Qingyu said coldly, "You have never hung my portrait on the head of the bed."
Jiang Xing was startled, unable to laugh or cry: "This is different."
Jiang Xing watched Lin Qingyu got on the bed, covered the quilt, put both hands in the quilt, and said, "Then I'm going. I'll sleep in the guest room. You can find me if you have anything to do."
Lin Qingyu faintly said "um". Not long ago, he shared the bed with Jiang Xing and was caught in a red wave, but now he has to sleep in separate beds, which is simply outrageous.
Jiang Xing turned off the lamp for him, walked to the door and remembered something, and asked, "By the way, Qingyu, do you prefer white?"
Lin Qingyu was slightly happy: "Do you remember?"
"I just thought of a few pictures. You seem to wear white and cyan more."
Lin Qingyu nodded: "Indeed." He usually wears more white clothes, while Dayu's official uniform is indigo, so he wears these two colors most.
Jiang Xing asked again: "Which one do you prefer, white or cyan?"
Lin Qingyu said, "White."
Jiang Xing smiled: "I see, good night."
Before going to bed, Jiang Xing sorted out the Chinese clothes that Lin Qingyu had changed, and took a few photos with his mobile phone. He didn't know much about Hanfu and improved Hanfu, so he decided to ask professionals for help. He remembered that Pei Zhiqi entered the Hanfu circle when he was in junior high school, so he sent the photo to Pei Zhiqi.
Jiang Xing: [How much do you think this improved version of Hanfu is worth? 】
Pei Zhiqi: [! ! ! Where did you get the picture? ! 】
Jiang Xing: [So excited? 】
Pei Zhiqi: [Go check local hot searches! 】
Jiang Xing opened Weibo and saw two related hot searches: #广州汉服嘉年华# and #汉服展在逃太子殿下#.
On the photos of the hot search, Lin Qingyu wore a Chinese suit with a cold face, shuttled through the Hanfu exhibition, raising the appearance of the audience with his own strength.
God is on the run. His Royal Highness, the big beauty is obviously looking for her husband. Thinking that he was the husband, Jiang Xing laughed low, raised his hand, and slowly covered his eyes.
… This is too exciting, most people can bear it.
Pei Zhiqi watched the photos repeatedly and said: [If you let me estimate, I think it's worth at least hundreds of thousands. 】
Jiang Xing: [It's low. 】
Early the next morning, Lin Qingyu woke up in Jiang Xing's room, facing the unfamiliar environment, he was lost for a while. One day passed, and Xu Junyuan hadn't figured out a way to take them back. When he returns to Dayu, Xu Junyuan will demolish the newly-expanded meditation house.
Lin Qingyu came to the guest room, and the boy on the bed was sleeping soundly. Jiang Xing is used to turning the air conditioner temperature to a low level, and the quilt on his body is tightly wrapped, and only half of his face lying on his side is exposed outside the quilt.
Lin Qingyu sat down by the bed, touched the bridge of the boy's Ying Ting nose, and then squeezed it without any pity.
Jiang Xing frowned, the air pressure around him seemed to drop. His eyes opened a thin slit, showing impatience and anger. Lin Qingyu didn't care much, and said, "It's me."
Unexpectedly, the boy was at a loss for a moment, and after seeing him clearly, the air of getting up between his eyebrows disappeared without a trace. He smiled vaguely at Lin Qingyu, closed his eyes again, and his voice was nasal because of tiredness: "Let me sleep for a while, just a while, thank you baby..."
Lin Qingyu didn't hear clearly for a while: "What are you calling me?"
Jiang Xing closed his eyes and fell asleep. Lin Qingyu saw a book called "Five Years of College Entrance Examination, Three Years of Simulation" lying next to his pillow. This book was big and thick and could be used to sleep on the pillow.
Jiang Xing, who wants to come now, is still in his third year of high school. Jiang Xing said that in his hometown, the third year of high school is the time most people lack sleep and rest in their entire lives. It's a rare vacation, maybe he should sleep a little longer.
Lin Qingyu looked at the boy in his sleep, and Jiang Xing, who had lost his memory for several years, seemed to be a few years younger. When Jiang Xing was Gu Fuzhou, he could behave like a mature man no matter what his heart was. Later, Jiang Xing became a monarch of a country. He had already practiced with ease and was able to retract and retract freely. At the last moment, he was a generous and tolerant Mingjun. Become the king of life and death.
Jiang Xing in his hometown is more like Jiang Xing in Lu Wancheng's time. If there were not so many things that happened later, Jiang Xing might have been like this forever.
There was a certain unspeakable emotion in Lin Qingyu's heart. He lifted the quilt and went to bed, found his usual position in Jiang Xing's arms, and lay down for a while, always feeling a little uncomfortable.
Lin Qingyu thought about the source of the discomfort, took Jiang Xing's hand, and placed it on his waist—this feeling was right.
So, when Jiang Xing woke up near noon, he realized that there was a beauty with long hair in his arms. The beauty was resting on his arm, her breath was ringing in her ears.
Jiang Xing's body was stiff like a zombie, and his arm was numb long ago, and it might be about to break-when did Lin Qingyu go to bed
He vaguely remembered the scene in the morning. He was surprised and awakened so early. He had no temper at all. Is this still him
Jiang Xing did not dare to move, and cautiously reached for the phone on the bedside table. It was just a slight movement, but it woke up the beauty of light sleep.
Jiang Xing lowered his head to meet Shang Lin Qingyu's eyes, and said as calmly as possible: "Morning?"
"Morning." Lin Qingyu said, "Did you remember something?"
Jiang Xing recalled carefully: "There are still only sporadic pictures in my mind."
Lin Qingyu smiled unclearly. I want to come to some things that are already carved in the depths of Jiang Xing's soul. Even if he loses his memory, there will still be instincts remaining. "Get up, it's time for lunch."
Lin Qingyu got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Yesterday Jiang Xing taught him how to wash with modern tools. He was very interested in this thing called an "electric toothbrush".
When Lin Qingyu was washing her face, she noticed that there was a gaze staring at her behind her back. He raised his eyes and met Jiang's striking eyes in the mirror: "What?"
Jiang Xing came over and pulled his long hair behind his ears: "Your hair is wet."
Lin Qingyu glanced sideways at her shoulder-shouldered long hair: "It's a bit troublesome, can you hold it for me?"
What the fuck do you need to ask
Jiang Xing stood behind Lin Qingyu, and when Lin Qingyu leaned over to wash his face, he helped Lin Qingyu hold his long hair to prevent them from getting wet. Because Lin Qingyu's white t was too large, from his condescending angle, he could vaguely see the other's white neck and a pair of attractive butterfly bones.
Thank you, I have been seduce/leaded out.
Things are impermanent. In his memory, he was standing here alone at this time yesterday, brushing his teeth and washing his face, and today he helped the beautiful wife who fell from the sky scratch her hair.
"Do you have scissors at home?" Lin Qingyu wiped off the drops of water on his face, "I want to cut my long hair." He had seen Jiang Xing with short hair in Dayu, and at that time he had the idea of trying short hair. It's a pity that he was the prime minister first and then the queen, so he had to be cautious about his manners.
Jiang Xing recovered and asked, "Do you want to cut it yourself?"
"Ok."
"What if the cut is broken."
"It's okay," Lin Qingyu calmly stated the facts, "I won't be ugly if I cut it."
Jiang Xing stared at the long hair in his hand and said slowly, "I'll take you out to cut it."
Lin Qingyu heard the regret in Jiang Xing's tone and asked, "You don't want me to cut it?"
"No." Jiang Xing smiled, "That's your hair, you can decide for yourself."
Lin Qingyu observed Jiang Xing's expression and said, "Cut again tomorrow. You can say goodbye to them today."
Jiang Xing stroked Lin Qingyu's long hair with affection on his face: "Time is running out, I want to give each of them a name."
"whatever."
Neither of them knows how to cook, so they can only order takeaway for lunch. "Qingyu, what do you want to eat?" he said boldly, "you are welcome, just order it."
Naturally, Lin Qingyu would not be polite with her husband, and the things he brought from Dayu were enough to improve Jiang Xing's poor life. "Three fresh boneless fish, stuffed crab orange, crystal dragon and phoenix cake, and then stir-fry a fresh vegetable dish-for now."
Jiang Xing hesitated: "Excuse me, can the Prime Minister say it again?"
Jiang Xing was about to prepare lunch, and afraid that Lin Qingyu would be bored alone, so he turned on the TV in the living room to show him. In order to make it easier for Lin Qingyu to understand, he also specially selected a costume drama. Lin Qingyu was attracted by the TV, and learned to switch channels without a teacher. He watched so engrossly that he didn't even know the doorbell rang.
Jiang Xing opened the door, took the lunch and put it on the table: "Qingyu, come over to eat—Qingyu?"
He called three times before Lin Qingyu responded. Seeing the table full of dishes, Lin Qingyu asked, "How did these come from."
"Of course someone else did it. I haven't ordered my cooking skills yet." Jiang Xing said, "Do you want me to order it?"
"No need. But, isn't there no one in your family?"
"Oh, I asked the trustee for help."
"Steward?" Lin Qingyu looked around and couldn't believe it, "Does your family need a steward for this three-square-meter land?"
Jiang Xing weakly explained: "The butler is not mine alone. It is the butler of all the owners, but it is also a one-to-one service, which is equivalent to a high-end property. It costs 20,000 to 30,000 yuan a month for property fees..." See Lin Qingyu To say something, Jiang Xing folded his hands together and said humblely: "Don't scold, don't scold, the child knows that he is poor."
Lin Qingyu swallowed the words back and comforted him: "It will be better."
These dishes ordered by Lin Qingyu were considered home-cooked dishes of the wealthy and powerful in Dayu, but they are not all the same when they are eaten in a foreign land. They should be improved. He tasted several ingredients that he hadn't seen before, and the taste was more layered.
Jiang Xing asked him, "Is it delicious?"
Lin Qingyu nodded lightly: "It's OK, and Dayu Shangshi has its own characteristics, and it's hard to distinguish between them."
Jiang Xing said leisurely: "That is, anyhow it was produced by two Michelin stars."
Lin Qingyu wondered: "What is Michelin?"
Jiang Xing earnestly taught his wife: "It's a kind of tire."
It is a treat to see the beauty of the meal. Jiang Xing also studied etiquette when he was a child, but he has a sloppy personality and is lazy. How could the elegance he pretended to be in front of outsiders be comparable to the natural elegance of Lin Qingyu.
When Lin Qingyu lowered her head to eat, her long hair would fall, and she had to hold the front hair with her hands like a girl with long hair.
It's so fucking cute. Such a lovely beauty, when he was the prime minister, can he really hold down the civil and military officials
Jiang Xing was watching with enthusiasm, and the landline in the living room rang. The property steward called: "Student Jiang, with your express, I have delivered it to your door."
"Okay, thank you." Jiang Xing took the courier and walked to the study room for a while. When he returned to the dining room, he had an old mobile phone in his hand.
"This is the cell phone I just eliminated. There is a calling card in it." He and Lin Qingyu said, "Now it looks like an ID card is needed to apply for a new card. You can use this to transition first."
Lin Qingyu said: "Okay, take it."
Jiang Xing didn't understand: "What are you going to take?"
Lin Qingyu wondered: "Aren't you going to give me your old phone?"
"I just took out the card inside." Jiang Xing looked at him incredulously, "Do you still want to use my old phone? How dare you."
Lin Qingyu raised her eyebrows: "What do you mean by this."
"How can I let you use my old mobile phone?" Jiang Xing raised the brand new box in his hand, "I'm a wife, of course, I need the latest mobile phone."
Lin Qingyu said helplessly: "Come here again, are you not tired of playing it?"
"Huh? Why do you say'again'?"
Lin Qingyu said: "Every time you give me something, it is suddenly given, and there is never a warning."
Jiang Xing was very satisfied: "As expected, it is me." He opened the box, which was a white mobile phone, "but this time, there is an omen."
Lin Qingyu was startled slightly, and understood: "It doesn't count this time. I don't understand this. If I know, I can definitely see it."
"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, I can teach you." Jiang Xing inserted the phone card in and activated it in order, "I will teach you how to call me first."
"I'll learn the phone later," Lin Qingyu said, "I will finish watching the TV first."
"What TV?"
What Lin Qingyu never forgets is a Hong Kong police film. Jiang Xing cut a few fruits in the kitchen and brought them to the living room. He saw Lin Qingyu sitting on the carpet, staring at the TV intently.
"Qingyu, you can't be so close to the TV, otherwise your eyes will be uncomfortable." Jiang Xing was stunned when he finished speaking, and then couldn't help but vomit himself, "Wait, I'm like an old mother."
Lin Qingyu looked up at Jiang Xing, and stretched out his hands towards him: "So, please take me to the soft chair."
Jiang Xing put down the fruit tray, and answered his voice casually.
Don't panic, you can, you can. This is your wife who has been married for more than four years. You don't know how many times you have been in bed. Now it's just for you to hug you. You are nervous.
After finishing his mental construction, Jiang Xing calmly picked up the clinging beauty and put it on the sofa, and then told him: "This soft chair is called a sofa."
Lin Qingyu said: "Remember." Michelin and sofa, today he learned two new words.
Lin Qingyu didn't seem to realize that she had acted like a baby unconsciously just now, and her attention was still on the TV. Jiang Xing sat down beside him and watched TV with him. The air conditioner was turned on a bit low, Lin Qingyu covered his shoulders with a thin blanket, and naturally leaned his head on Jiang Xing's shoulder.
Lin Qingyu's movements are so proficient that she seems to have done similar things countless times.
But the problem is, he doesn't remember. Lin Qingyu's casual words and actions are a tremendous physical and mental stimulation to him.
This really seems like he's so naive. It's not fair.
Jiang Xing was sorrowful and angry, and didn't know what was going on on TV. Until he heard Lin Qingyu ask: "Jiang Xing, what is that."
Jiang Xing glanced at the screen, and there was a gunfight between the police and the robber on the TV: "Hands/guns, □ □ firearms, using gunpowder to fire bullets, is one of the most common weapons in modern times."
"Weapon?" Lin Qingyu looked at the gun in the protagonist's hand and brought down an enemy in the blink of an eye, "It seems to be more powerful than the Qingyun Kyushu Gun."
"Yes. Times have changed, my lord."
"How does that compare with my little viper?"
"Maybe the gun is more powerful. Your little viper should still need time for poisoning."
Lin Qingyu's eyes faintly shone with excitement: "So powerful? I want it."
Jiang Xing laughed: "You are embarrassing me. Here, only the police can wear guns. In this way, the bad guys can be captured by them more quickly."
"What kind of law did that man break so that the police wanted to arrest him?"
Jiang Xing can only guess the plot based on the clip: "It seems to be to lure/seduce minors or something."
Lin Qingyu frowned: "So it's illegal to lure/seduce minors. Will they be arrested by police with guns?"
"seems like it."
Lin Qingyu was lost in thought. After a long time, he sat up slowly, moved his head away from Jiang Xing's shoulders, and moved aside: "Jiang Xing, I actually lied to you."
"what?"
"At Dayu, we were not husbands and wives, but brothers of different surnames who married Jin Lan."
Jiang Xing: "..."
"Really, we have had blood before, and the emperor and the earth as proof."
What Lin Qingyu said was true. When Jiang Xing was still Lu Wancheng, he clamored every day to call him a brother. Later he also agreed, and also held a worship ceremony with Jiang Xing.
Jiang Xing was silent for nearly a minute, then suddenly smiled: "Come on, you say it's too late now." He leaned back on the sofa, with a lazy appearance, raised his hand and touched Lin Qingyu with his fingers. Cheeks, "Although I haven't fully thought of it yet, I can feel it—I can be sure that you are my wife."