Jiang Xing's final exam was the city's joint exam. He took the first place in the school and second in the city, only one point less than the city's first place. He was barely satisfied with the results, and it was worthwhile that he was still doing homework when he was New Year's Eve. Lin Qingyu was not very satisfied: "Why is it only second?"
Jiang Xing defended himself: "The number one in the city seems to be the repeater of the school next door. They have studied for a year longer than me..."
Lin Qingyu sneered: "Excuse. If you can concentrate on your homework, don't always kiss me, so why is this."
"... Don't talk about it." Jiang Xing took the report card from Lin Qingyu, "Chinese New Year is coming soon, how do you want to celebrate our first Spring Festival in modern times?"
There is still another semester to take the college entrance examination, and the winter vacation for high school students only has ten days. It started two days ago, and I will go back to class on the seventh day of the Lunar New Year. Even the Lantern Festival can only be celebrated in school. The Lantern Festival is the anniversary of his love with Lin Qingyu—they have been together for five years.
Lin Qingyu asked: "How do modern people celebrate the New Year?"
Jiang Xing said a lot, sticking Spring Festival couplets, making dumplings, eating New Year’s Eve dinner, watching the Spring Festival Gala, and making profits... Except for watching the Spring Festival Gala, other customs are not much different from those of Dayu.
Jiang Xing’s father didn’t plan to return to China for the New Year this year. His grandpa, grandma, grandparents, aunts and uncles each made a phone call, and even had several calls to urge Jiang to wake up for the New Year at their house. His aunt said that as long as he comes, he will give him a big Red envelope. Taking into account that neither Lin Qingyu nor Shen Huaizhi had a lively temperament, Jiang Xing was not afraid of "coercion and temptation" and turned down these elders who loved him.
It is a small challenge for the three boys to get together to celebrate the New Year. The aunt has also gone home, and they can only solve the New Year's Eve dinner by themselves. Lin Qingyu and Jiang Xing are ancient young masters and the other modern young masters. They have never been in the kitchen several times in their lives. Shen Huaizhi volunteered and said that he knew a little bit about cooking.
Jiang Xing curiously asked, "Does the Heavenly Prison Gate still teach the dark guard how to cook?"
Shen Huaizhi nodded: "When the Dark Guard goes out on missions, it is common for us to eat and sleep in the air. We can't let ourselves starve to death."
"Don't you carry dry food with you."
Shen Huai laughed and said, "This is true when we are alone. But sometimes when we walk with the master, we can't let the master eat dry food with us."
Lin Qingyu and Jiang Xing exchanged glances, and they invariably thought of a former master of Shen Huaizhi. Lin Qingyu said: "It should be much more convenient to cook in modern times than Dayu. Jiang Xing and I can help you."
They went to the mall to buy New Year goods together. Before visiting the mall, Jiang Xing bought three cups of milk tea. The three big boys held milk tea in their hands, bought new clothes and new shoes, and went to the supermarket.
A shopping cart was full of snacks, and I took a bit of everything. In order to take care of the handicapped party, the merchants introduced Kuaishou dishes. The dishes and ingredients are processed, and the merchants even packed the customers in bags for how much salt and oil they need.
Lin Qingyu said: "It's so easy and convenient. I feel I can cook too."
"Then you condescend to cook a dish?" Jiang Xing said, "Qingyu has been five years old, and you seem to have never cooked for me. I even cooked noodles for you somehow."
"How difficult is this?" Lin Qingyu didn't care, "Leave it to me."
Lin Qingyu was determined to cook Jiang Xing by himself, so she refused Shen Huaizhi's help. He unpacked the fast-handed dish and fell into contemplation at the pile of ingredients. He knows that the oil should be drained first, but what's the next step? What steps should I follow to put so many things into the pot
Lin Qingyu was puzzled, so she had to ask for help from Jiang Xing and Shen Huai who were putting on the window grilles. Jiang Xing said: "Generally speaking, there are instructions on the package, you can find it."
Lin Qingyu's expression stiffened for a moment, and said, "Okay."
Jiang Xing was not relieved, and asked Shen Huaizhi to go to the kitchen to have a look. After a glance, Shen Huai didn't see anyone. He was wondering when he suddenly found Lin Qingyu's figure in the corner.
I saw Lin Qingyu squatting next to the trash can, tilting her head and frowning, trying to distinguish the words on the packaging he had thrown into the trash can.
Shen Huai had a vague understanding.
The dishes prepared in strict accordance with the steps were very good in appearance and taste. Jiang Xing put down a big bag of dumplings, and the three of them ate the New Year’s Eve dinner and watched the Spring Festival Gala.
Lin Qingyu is a native of Beijing, and can be regarded as a northerner, dumplings are a must-have for the Chinese New Year. He picked up the steaming dumplings that had just come out of the pot, and he stopped eating, and finally handed it to Jiang Xing's mouth: "Jiang Xing, help me blow it."
Shen Huai's knowledge suddenly realized. Jiang Xing often sighed "Why is my wife so cute?" He never understood—Lin Qingyu is clear, glamorous, and superior. How can the word "cute" be used to describe Lin Qingyu.
And now, he finally discovered Lin Qingyu's cute side. Does this mean that he is already one of Lin Qingyu's closest people
Jiang Xing is not very interested in the Spring Festival Gala, but just casually watch it. The two from Dayu watched attentively. When seeing folk performances, Lin Qingyu heard the sound of Erhu and thought of one thing: "Jiang Xing."
"Ok?"
"You said that when you were young, your mother asked you to learn two musical instruments, a traditional musical instrument and a western musical instrument. What other musical instrument do you have besides the erhu?"
Jiang Xing smiled and said, "Guess it."
Lin Qingyu was quite speechless: "I had to guess your name at the beginning, but now I have to guess what Western musical instruments will be? Can't you tell me directly."
"No." Jiang Xing said bluntly, "I'm good at just so few things. I have told you now, how can I surprise you in the future. A lifetime is too long. Think about it, when we are seven and eighty, I Suddenly showing a hand in front of you, will you feel surprised, surprised?"
Lin Qingyu said coldly: "No."
Lin Qingyu is a person with a thirst for knowledge, Jiang Xing refused to tell him, he must find a way to find the answer. After watching the Spring Festival Gala, the three went back to their rooms. Jiang Xing saw Lin Qingyu holding a tablet computer to paint and paint, and asked: "What is the baby doing."
Lin Qingyu said indifferently: "I'm speculating about what musical instrument you still have."
Jiang Xing smiled: "Do you want to be so serious?"
"Yes." Lin Qingyu looked at a list of western musical instruments, "Since your mother forced you to choose two different ways to learn, based on your virtues, you will definitely not choose if it is too difficult. You can exclude clarinet, piano, etc.; secondly, as long as you can Sit and never stand, so you won’t choose an instrument that needs to be played standing up. Also, if it’s too heavy, you won’t choose..."
Jiang Xing: "..."
Lin Qingyu looked up, saw Jiang Xing holding a gift box in his hand, and asked, "What is that."
Jiang Xing said: "My cousin knows that I am in love, and said that she wants to establish a relationship with her younger siblings in advance. This is a New Year's gift from her."
Lin Qingyu was distracted: "Give it to me?"
"Yeah, take a look at it?"
"good."
Jiang Xing opened the gift box, glanced at it and closed it immediately. Lin Qingyu suspiciously said: "What?"
Jiang Xing was embarrassed: "She gave things that girls like." He didn't tell his family specifically that his wife is a boy, and everyone agreed that he was dating a girl.
"It's okay." Lin Qingyu said, "It's a heart, let me see."
Pei Zhiqi was very generous with her future siblings, and she gave away a set of lipstick and a piece of clothing. Jiang Xing said: "No wonder she suddenly asked me your height and weight..."
Lin Qingyu thought that Pei Zhiqi had sent a cyan gown, but when he unfolded it, he discovered that the style of the dress was unique, with a waist and split ends. He had never seen it in Dayu or Hyundai.
Jiang Xing "tsk": "She can play or play. Qingyu, this is a cheongsam."
"Cheongsam?" Lin Qingyu stroked the delicate embroidery on the cheongsam, "It has both classic and modern beauty, not bad."
Jiang Xing smiled and said, "Do you want to wear it?"
Lin Qingyu asked, "Do you want me to wear it?"
Jiang Xing was taken aback, his Adam's apple rolled: "I don't have... But if you want to wear it, I also..."
Lin Qingyu chuckled, "Let it go for now."
After reading the clothes, Lin Qingyu took a lipstick and opened it, which happened to be red. "Is this the rouge used by modern women?" Lin Qingyu drew a horizontal line on his hand, trying to smell the spice used in the red mouth, "If this thing can be brought back to Dayu, it will definitely be sought after by women."
Jiang Xing recovered from the illusion of a cheongsam beauty and said, "Some lipstick boys can also use it. Would you like to try it?"
Lin Qingyu thought for a while: "Alright, I will try the taste." It is not the first time that he has used rouge.
Jiang Xing said, "I will help you."
Lin Qingyu faced Jiang Xing and opened her lips slightly, waiting for the touch of her lipstick. Jiang Xing moved slowly and carefully, applying only a shallow layer, but this color number was too red, and this layer alone made Lin Qingyu's lips look like cherry red.
Jiang Xing suddenly remembered the three wedding banquets between him and Lin Qingyu. Lin Qingyu wore a bright red dress, and his lips were so warm as fire.
Lin Qingyu noticed Jiang Xing's focused scorching eyes. Before he could say anything, Jiang Xing kissed his lips that he had just put on lipstick.
This kiss has a dangerous smell that belongs to an adult boy. Lin Qingyu was hugged to the bed and his shirt was lifted up. The boy's palm kept rubbing against his waistline. He stretched out his hand to push and was caught by his wrist again.
"I'll just give it a hug, and don't do anything else." Jiang Xing said halfway through, feeling that something was wrong, and added: "Although my sentence is suspected of deceiving you into bed, I can really hold it back, believe it. I."
… It's over, how come you look like a scumbag as you talk.
"It has nothing to do with you." Lin Qingyu tilted her head and whispered softly, "I'm afraid I can't help it."
Jiang Xing breathed tightly, stopped talking nonsense, and kissed again.
On the first day of the new year, Lin Qingyu and Jiang Xing both put on new clothes. Hooded sweaters of the same style, but different colors, Lin Qingyu's is white, Jiang Xing's is black. Lin Qingyu took out the red envelope he had prepared in advance and handed it to Jiang Xing: "New Year's Money."
Jiang Xing was a little surprised: "Give it to me?"
"Now I am older than you, so I am giving you New Year's money."
Jiang Xing took the red envelope and said with a smile: "It's so thick."
"I earned it myself."
"How do you make it?"
Lin Qingyu said: "How I can earn now, naturally, I earn it on my face. I was photographed at the Hanfu Exhibition, and a merchant bought me the right to use it."
"It looks good and I can eat it as a meal." Jiang Xing said, "Since I took your red envelope, it's time to wish you a New Year."
"Bye."
Jiang Xing stepped back two steps, leaning over and arching his hands: "One wish for the Lord to be a thousand years old, and the other wish for his concubine to be healthy."
Lin Qingyu smiled and replied: "Three wishes are like Liang Shangyan, we will see each other year after year."
They wear short hair, modern clothes, and pray to each other as they did in Dayu.
The author has something to say: it’s the end of the year, and everyone will come back and read this chapter when the Chinese New Year is over~ (dog head)