Jian Hang had a bizarre dream, the scene was chaotic, but it was extraordinarily real. In the dream, the mother was still very young, and picked her up and picked her up from the kindergarten.
The mother hurried away and said, "Mom has a meeting at five o'clock."
"Mom, where do I go then?"
"You are in mother's office, taking care of those disobedient little brothers for mother."
"Who is brother?"
"Qin Moling."
"Oh."
The kindergarten and the elementary school are separated by a road, and I saw my mother stepping across the road with her in her arms. Mother put her at the door of the office, "Mom is going to a meeting, you go in by yourself."
She pushed open the door and poked her head to take a look first.
There are my mother's colleagues in the office, and a few little boys talking and fighting.
"Who is Brother Qin Moling?" She asked in a childish voice.
Several little boys suddenly fell silent. They were all wearing school uniforms, and one of them was the best-looking little boy with a pencil in his left hand and was writing on someone else's book.
While everyone else was looking at it, he drew a few more strokes on other people's books.
Qin Moling looked at Jiang Shenghe's book after finishing drawing, "I am your brother."
She bravely said, "My mother let me take care of you."
People around are laughing.
In the next second, she sat side by side with Qin Moling at her mother's desk.
Qin Moling asked her, "How old are you?"
"Five years old."
"Can you write?"
"meeting."
"You help me copy the words and I will listen to you."
"..."
So she copied the words for Qin Moling in the matt, and he used his mother's lesson plans as a fan to fan her.
There was a word and gesture that was too complicated for her to write well. After wiping it several times, she still couldn't write well. She was crying while writing.
Qin Moling wiped her tears, "Why are you crying?"
She choked, "This... this word... is too difficult to write."
Qin Moling said, "Do you think the second grade is easy?"
She shook her head, not easy.
Tears fell down, wet the matt grid, and blurred the words just written.
Qin Moling asked her, "What's your name?"
"Hang Hang."
"What's your last name?"
"simple."
"Jane Hanghang?"
"no."
"Then what's your name?"
"Jane Hang."
"..." he said, "My name is Qin Moling."
"I know."
After a few seconds, "Brother, don't you need to add pinyin to your vocabulary homework?"
"Yes, you write the words well, and I will add the pinyin myself."
"..."
She wiped away her tears, "Brother."
With tears in her eyes, she discussed with him: "Let me copy English words for you, okay?" She could write all twenty-six letters.
Qin Moling: "The second grade doesn't learn English yet."
she:"… "
She wiped her tears again, Qin Moling clearly said that he read English picture books to her when he was a child, but how could she do his homework for him.
The more I think about it, the sadder I get.
Tears drenched the homework.
She cried until she couldn't breathe, her heart was blocked by something, and it was difficult for her to even breathe.
Struggling to wake up.
Jian Hang slowed down for a few seconds, and gently took off Qin Moling's arm that was pressing on her chest. Maybe it was because of his arm that she cried so hard in her dream.
Qin Moling hadn't woken up yet, so she covered him with the quilt and moved down from the other side of the bed.
After washing up, Jian Hang went to the outside room.
Outside the window, there are mountains, wooden houses, and endless green at a glance. It was raining lightly outside, and the church bells rang.
Today is the ninth day of her and Qin Moling's honeymoon trip. They drove all the way and visited three countries. They didn't choose popular scenic spots to check in, and they stopped in villages and small towns.
The last stop of the honeymoon tour was the small town of Oia in Santorini, and Qin Moling insisted on going there again.
Jian Hang's cell phone vibrated, and his best friend Qiu Xiwen sent her a message: [Haven't you returned to China yet?]
[No.]
[You and Qin Moling are so happy to miss you.]
Jian Hang shot a short video outside the hotel window and sent it, [The place you and Lulu recommended, I will come to check in today.]
After watching the video, Qiu Xiwen: [It makes me want to go again.]
She recently took over a cross-border M&A project and became a trapeze artist. Now she is queuing up to pass the customs before she has time to chat with Jian Hang.
Since attending Jian Hang's wedding in September last year, they haven't seen each other for more than nine months now in June. They usually only chat in the group and occasionally video.
[The four of you, hurry up and have a celebration banquet, Lulu and I will go back to see you.]
Jian Hang: [It's still early for the celebration banquet, and it's just the peak sales season. If the revenue target is met, it will be opened in September, and October is also possible. At that time, the weather will be cooler, and I will take everyone from the four departments to the resort for a few days.]
Qiu Xiwen told her: [The summer figure you sent me has been received, and it is even more stunning than Dongxue and Chunri.]
Jian Hang: [Fang Nan's working team is amazing, and everyone in their circle knows her name.]
Qiu Xiwen asked: [Did Qin Moling collect money for you to make a figure for summer?]
Jian Hang said with a smile: [No, the set of Haruhi has not been collected yet.]
Qin Moling was unlucky, he failed in one of the four official blogs. Finally, on their wedding anniversary, they collected the Dongxue version of 'Bubble Fairy', and he only scanned three words for the spring version. He and Jiang Shenghe are now completely blacklisted by the club, and they are not allowed to enter any private room.
Now he has become more rational in scanning codes, buying one or two bottles of scanning every day to ensure that the drink after opening the bottle can be finished by himself without wasting.
Qiu Xiwen couldn't put it down for the 'Bubble Elf', [Have you ever thought about adding some joint elements in it to make the figure into a brand? Lulu has contacts in this area, and I will connect you with them when the time comes.]
Jian Hang: [I don't plan to do this, the audience for the co-branded figures is small, just like those figures I like, Qin Moling doesn't even want them for free, and I think it would take up space there. Consumers of soda drinks are aimed at the general public, and the 'Bubble Spirit' only needs to be good-looking, so that people who see it want to collect a set and play with it. Nowadays, many parents drink soda by themselves, and collect a set of figurines for their children by the way.]
At this age, Qiu Xiwen is attracted by the appearance and skin of the 'bubble spirit', let alone a girl in her teens.
Her idea is: [Then launch one or two sets of joint models every year to satisfy those niche consumers.]
Jian Hang: [Lin Xiao thinks the same as you, he calculated the cost, it's too high. Then give up.]
Qiu Xiwen: [Leave it to me and Lulu to take care of it. We both have selfish intentions and want to link "Bubble Fairy" with our favorite figures.]
[Stop chatting, let me line up immediately.]
Jian Hang replied with an emoji.
"Jian Hang?" Qin Moling called to her.
"Come on." She walked quickly into the bedroom.
"When did you get up?"
"Just got up. Take a look outside."
Qin Moling washed up and was getting dressed, "It's still raining?"
"Basically stopped." Jian Hang threw the phone on the bed, went over to button his shirt, and while buttoning him, she looked up at him, "I dreamed of you."
"Dreamed that I was collecting figures?"
"...No. I dreamed about you when you were in elementary school."
Jian Hang asked him: "You really read English picture books to me before, didn't you bully me to do your homework?"
Qin Moling hugged her in front of him, "You were only five years old at that time, what homework can you help me with?" At that time, he was criticized by Teacher Chen for not finishing his homework just to tease her.
"In your dream, you asked me to help you with your Chinese homework."
"Ms. Chen teaches mathematics. I was called to the office by her. I have to do math homework. Where can I get the Chinese homework?"
After the buttons were buttoned, Qin Moling straightened his shirt into his trousers, buckled his belt, and led Jian Hang downstairs.
The hotel provided a simple breakfast, they had breakfast and the rain stopped.
Thin gray clouds billowed and were blown away by the wind, blowing against distant mountaintops.
The air is filled with moisture and a clear smell of grass.
Qin Moling called the photographer and went out to take pictures half an hour later.
During this honeymoon, the photographer followed the whole process, and it was the same photographer who took their wedding photos in the small town of Oia. Every time he went to a place, he and Jian Hang took pictures first, and after the pictures were taken, they played with the photographer separately.
There was almost no one on the road, so she and Qin Moling walked a long way before finding the cafe.
The owner of the hotel said that there was only this cafe in the village, which opened at ten o'clock every day and closed at half past five in the afternoon.
After buying two cups of coffee, she and Qin Moling walked along the path.
Jian Hang took a small video while walking, it is night in China, she shared a few videos to the family group.
In the video, only Qin Moling's back was photographed, without any frontal shots. In one video, only the coffee in his hand was seen.
Qin Moling watched all the short videos: "Why don't you take good pictures of me?"
Jian Hang: "Don't you dislike your photos being posted in the family group?"
Qin Moling remembered that the day he just received the certificate, he told her not to send his photo to the group.
"I didn't think well at the beginning, I shouldn't be so direct."
"fine."
Jian Hang put away his mobile phone, "It's only been a year, don't say you like to send photos to family groups again."
Qin Moling said frankly: "I don't like it. But you can post it."
"No. I'll put your photos on my phone and look at them myself."
Qin Moling stopped, and Jian Hang also stopped.
He raised his hand and took her into his arms.
Both of them had coffee in their hands, and she could only hook his neck with one hand.
The misty green hills in the distance, the green grass behind, the nearby tributary of the Rhine River, a clean but half-old car passing by here, and two people kissing with coffee are all captured by the photographer. in the shot.
From here, they played for two more days before flying to Santorini.
After a year, they revisited the old place and stayed in the seaside hotel, and even the room was the suite they stayed in last year.
The bed has an extra layer of rose petals than last year.
After taking a bath, Jian Hang came out of the bathroom wearing a smoky pink suspender nightdress, while Qin Moling was wearing a bathrobe and drinking red wine on the terrace.
Everything looked the same as when I came here last year, but nothing was the same.
She squeezed between him and the railing, leaning against him.
Qin Moling sipped the red wine, and she pecked him on the lips.
"Tomorrow night, do you want to watch the sunset?" She said, "You can watch it with me again. I want to watch it with you."
Qin Moling put down his wine glass, "Have you seen it before?"
Jian Hang nodded, "Yes. I saw it once myself."
Qin Moling looked into her eyes: "Where have you been alone? I'll go with you again."
Jian Hang lifted his chin, and his lips covered it.
The sea breeze lifted the corners of the nightdress skirt.
Qin Moling picked her up by the waist and walked into the room.
They arrived in Oia at noon, and didn't go out in the room in the afternoon. The box of supplies was used up and they forgot to ask the front desk to deliver it.
Qin Moling pressed against her forehead and asked softly, "Jian Hang, shall we have a baby?"
Jian Hang didn't speak, and responded to him with a deep kiss.
There were rose petals all over the bed.
I stuck a petal on another man's mermaid thread, and when it moved, the petal fell off and landed under her lower abdomen.
Qin Moling lowered his head and kissed there.