Ji Nuannuan was very picky about the dress, but in the end he was not satisfied. When she left, she suddenly said to Xiao Jun, who was following her, that she hadn't had dinner with her uncle for a long time, and she suddenly wanted to go to Ji Chengyang's house, and temporarily canceled Xiao Jun's appointment for dinner.
The name Ji Chengyang is no stranger to Xiao Jun, and even to every boyfriend of Ji Nuannuan, he is a person with a very high appearance rate. It's just that it is more special to Xiao Jun.
In the middle of the night about five years ago, he watched the tall young man with his own eyes. In front of Ji Nuannuan's father, he hugged the beaten Nuannuan and took him away from his life.
It was also from that day that he truly recognized the distance between Ji Nuannuan and himself: the difference between clouds and mud.
On the way home, Ji Yi asked how Nuan Nuan contacted Xiao Jun again. Nuan Nuan vaguely said, "I just met by chance. I made an appointment for dinner for the first time today. It was because I brought you. He said he wanted to meet an old friend. I said it’s okay to eat, but he had to try the wedding gown first, but he came first.”
Nuannuan didn't say the next thing.
Ji Yi probably guessed that what she wanted to test was Xiao Jun's attitude towards her upcoming marriage.
Obviously, the tested man behaved very ordinary, as if the two had not had any relationship, but were just friends in the past. Ji Yi thought of Ji Chengyang, and thought of what would it be like if he were to be himself and him today
When they got home, the lights in the living room were dim, some cold dishes were already on the table, and there were roast ducks for takeout. Ji Nuannuan kept Ji Yi from reminding him, and ran to the kitchen door to take a peek.
This is a picture Ji Nuannuan has never seen before.
This Pennsylvania doctor of philosophy, Ji Nuannuan's childhood idol, stood by the silver stainless steel pool at this time, holding a very unusual long and narrow knife in his right hand, and was cutting a potato.
The picture of a potato and a 1.8-meter-high man is really against the peace.
"Uncle..." Even if Ji Nuannuan is over twenty-four years old, her height is considered to be picky, but she still looks like when she was a child. Seeing Ji Chengyang, he speaks with a weak voice and feels like a baby. "You still do What about rice?"
It's not just her. In Ji Chengyang's past life, young girls usually have the same reaction when they meet him. It seems that he is such a kind of person, making girls unconsciously gentle.
Ji Chengyang didn't lift his eyelids, he hummed.
It was only with the leftover light to find Ji Yi behind Ji Nuan Nuan.
Ji Nuannuan had no words to talk to and chatted with Ji Chengyang for a few words. Some found it boring to ask herself, so she dragged Ji Yi's hand and pulled her to the bedroom, expressing her dissatisfaction with an exaggerated expression: "My uncle did it for you. Let’s eat..."
"Well," Ji Yi argued in a low voice, "I cook very badly, he doesn't like it, so he made it himself."
In fact, it's not unpalatable. It's just that I was only a teenager at that time, and I didn't study cooking seriously. Of course, he wouldn't be skilled in self-reliance abroad.
Seeing her with a happy expression of being cheap and good-for-nothing, Ji Nuannuan directly pressed her to the bed, and tossed her with hands and feet for a long time. The two were wrapped in quilts, sweating, panting, and smiling and confronting each other. .
Nuan Nuan suddenly approached and whispered in her ear: "Little aunt...Is my uncle able to satisfy a woman's vanity in all aspects? Including in bed?" Nuan Nuan's tone was low and ambiguous.
on the bed…
Ji Yi struggled to sit up, his face flushed.
Warm and happy, she simply wrapped her hand to her chest and tried her size: "Well... It's much bigger than it looks, my uncle Yanfu is not superficial." She screamed, scrambled out of the bed and escaped from the bedroom.
Of course, Ji Chengyang would not know this kind of dialogue between girlfriends.
But since Ji Nuannuan asked that question, she felt guilty all night, and even when Ji Chengyang handed her the bowl to help her serve the meal, she deliberately kept her distance and avoided his hand. Ji Chengyang was a little strange. He took another look at her, and his gaze smoothly slipped from her face to under the collar...
"Uncle, you fry the zucchini really delicious, do you just put pepper, salt and MSG?" He ate the hot vegetable fried zucchini in front of him.
"Almost," he retracted his gaze politely, and asked Nuannuan: "Listen to your parents, are you ready to get married?"
"Ah, yeah, coming soon..." Ji Nuannuan replied without surprise, "My mother said that I will return to Chengdu in May and take him to see grandpa. If grandpa doesn't like it... let's talk about it. By the way, I Mom said you want to go back to Chengdu together?"
"It is estimated to be, if no surprises."
Such an arrangement was really unexpected to Ji Yi. Although Ji Chengyang is not about to go to the operating room for emergency treatment, all the examinations have already come out, and the doctor also said that it is better to operate as soon as possible.
Unexpectedly, he was planning to go to Sichuan again.
After Ji Nuannuan left in the evening, she asked about this, and Ji Chengyang said that there are two reasons for wanting to go back. One is because his aunt passed away last year. At that time, he was treated abroad and he could only ask people in the town to help with the funeral. Now that others have returned to China, they still need to go back to make some follow-up arrangements, and thank those neighbors who are not relatives or deceased by the way. The second reason...
Ji Chengyang touched her hair and told her to take her back again.
As for why, he didn't make it very clear.
The itinerary to Chengdu is scheduled for May.
Ten days later, Ji Yi asked for leave from the director of the comprehensive group. The director signed her leave form and handed her another item. She glanced quickly at the application document for journalists stationed abroad.
The director is a German-student and an alumnus of her undergraduate degree. He is a very amiable person. When he saw Ji Yi's stunned expression, he specifically explained: "This time there are 17 places in the International Department. In a good country, our comprehensive team recommends you and Tong Xianghai. Before you go abroad, you two will have to work in various groups and rooms for a period of time, and the photography department will also go." Ji Yi held the documents in his hands. There was no answer.
With several colleagues around, she couldn't refuse immediately.
Looking at the schedule above, it’s still too late to talk to the director after returning from Chengdu.
Before leaving, she took advantage of returning home to pack up the surname Li, and rented the house for the next two months to He Feifei. The latter couldn’t laugh or cry at the money in the envelope: “You haven’t lived here much this month, I I am embarrassed to ask you for rent," He Feifei took the opportunity to tease her, "If you have a stable relationship, you can just get married and save rent money."
Ji Yi has been very busy ever since he moved to the international news editorial department. First, he ran around the newspaper and the hospital, and then changed to a two-point and one-line life for the newspaper's Ji Chengjia. Sometimes she feels that renting this house is a bit wasteful.
She thought about this question, but she just thought about it.
Ji Chengyang seems to have never asked about this shared house. The situation where the two people are getting along now is like returning to the days of the SARS outbreak in college. Although she lives with Ji Chengyang, the two people face each other day and night, but they will not make the last step... "Wait for the next month. Right," she replied.
On the day I went to the airport, it happened that there was a leader traveling, and the road was banned for a long time. Ji Nuannuan's boyfriend looked at the traffic policeman maintaining order outside the car window, and whispered in English with Nuannuan. The two of them were whispering. The atmosphere was quite harmonious at first, but it turned into a cold war in the end.
Ji Yi sat beside Nuan Nuan and bumped her with her elbow: "What's the matter?"
Anyway, the New York lawyer couldn't understand Chinese, so she didn't deliberately lower her voice.
"The three views are not in harmony," Ji Nuan heating replied with a grunt, then leaned forward and asked Ji Chengyang in the passenger seat, "Uncle, do you have any special friends? Just introduce it to me, I think I still like people like you."
Ji Yi chuckled.
Ji Chengyang didn't even bother to open his eyes: "My friend? I guess you might think that your three views are wrong."
"Where am I not correct? My roots are right. Like Ji Yi, I belong to a revolutionary family. I have carried a gun and eaten bullets all my life..." Nuan Nuan Balabala said for a long time, and finally sighed. "Every time this fake foreign devil talks with me to China, he feels brainwashed. He always feels that what he knows is the truth. Xixi, did you hear it just now? He even told me that the previous Tibetan riots were false. , Saying that he saw the Times and said that we were taking the opportunity to suppress the people..."
"I didn't hear what you said, the voice is so small." Ji Yi confessed.
Nuanhuo hummed another accusation.
"Foreign media have a lot of prejudice against China. This time there is no foreign media on the scene, but there are a lot of relevant reports, which are seriously inaccurate." Ji Chengyang's voice is cold and quiet. "I haven't lived in this land, understand the channels It’s hard to see the truth of everything. Your boyfriend was born abroad, and the environment creates ideas. I used to argue with people when I was in the United States."
"Yes," Ji Nuannuan was a little frustrated, "the kind of news that they have seen since childhood is deeply rooted."
As a result, the topic in the car has been arguing about the concepts of couples since childhood, discussing the objective standards of news reporting...
The driver is also a standard patriotic and good young man. Listening to Ji Chengyang's words, he will express his indignation with righteous indignation from time to time. Ji Nuannuan’s boyfriend didn’t understand. He thought that a few people were talking about things that had nothing to do with him.
Over there, the man accused by his girlfriend was typing fast, replying to work arrangements.
Here, Ji Chengyang has already talked about the importance of journalist work.
"Just like foreigners who have never seen the Nanjing Massacre, and have not seen historical photos, they cannot believe such cruel behavior. Similarly, there was also the Rwandan genocide in 1994. There were no reporters to objectively report, and no People can believe that nearly a million people died in about a hundred days."
"I have read a journalist's memoirs, it was the scene of the massacre in Rwanda."
Ji Yi remembered the slaughter scene described by the war reporter: There was no road under his feet, and he had to step on the corpse to move forward. Each foot was like stepping on a sponge full of water, and he could even hear the sound of bones being crushed continuously.
"Jack Picone." Ji Chengyang said the name of the war reporter.
"Yeah." Ji Yi also remembers this name.
Ji Nuannuan looked at the two people talking about things they didn’t know, and felt abandoned. He couldn’t help holding Ji Yi’s shoulders and complaining again and again: "Without you... I and you belong to the same country." , Let's kick this fake foreign devil out of the car."
Ji Yi smiled and gently pushed her to let her converge.
The driver almost can't drive after listening to the excitement...
They sat in this car because they deliberately took a detour to pick up Ji Yi and Ji Chengyang, and did not go the same way with Nuan Nuan’s mother’s car. When everyone got on the plane, she stood on the aisle of the plane and finally saw that she was sitting there. Nuan Nuan mother reading the newspaper on the seat.
This is the first time she has seen this elder since the last hospital.
"Sixi," Ji Nuannuan's mother noticed that they were on the plane, raised her head, and smiled slightly, "I was thinking just now, it seems like you were with us the first time you went to Chengdu?"
At the same airport, even the scenes in the cabin are familiar.
Ji Chengyang was by Ji Yi's side, and was politely greeting several elders who had retired. He saw that Ji Yi couldn't recover, put his hand on her back and stroked calmly. Ji Yi suddenly woke up: "Well... in the first year of high school."
"Sit down." Mother Nuan Nuan smiled.
"Mom—" Ji Nuannuan boarded the plane a few minutes late, and rushed over hurriedly, "What are you looking at?" Then, she took the newspaper, but refused to stop. "Is there any news? Interesting? Tell me. Give it to me."
Obviously, she was afraid of what her mother would do or say something that would embarrass Ji Yi.
Nuan Nuan’s mother saw through her intentions and scolded amusedly: "Okay, when do you care about the news, go and sit down."
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Ji Chengyang
It was not until the plane took off that Ji Chengyang got rid of the concern of her elders and returned to her.
Ji Chengyang sat down, feeling Ji Yi's hand quietly looping around his left arm. The unabashed sense of dependence gave him a moment of trance. He turned his head slightly and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"
Ji Yi shook his head, smiled and said softly, "Nothing."
She is very happy.
Since my family went to the newspaper to talk to her, they have not been so happy.
"Then why laugh so happy? Like picking up gold." Ji Chengyang is so smart, how could he not know why she laughed, and why is she clinging to herself so dependently
But he likes to watch like that.
Watching her wrinkled her nose slightly, she replied softly: "I won't tell you~"
Every word, every expression, is exactly the same as he had guessed.