Chapter Twenty-Seven: Idols Are Local Tyrants

However, many oranges woke up, but did not feel the arrival of Cupid, the goddess of love, she only felt the warmth of the quilt and the difficulties of life.

During the winter vacation, at six o'clock in the morning, before the sun rises, her idol who has just won the grand prize and won the title of king of heaven squatted downstairs in her house and called her to urge her to get up and work...... It's really a plot that you can't dream of...... Yes!

Many oranges were wearing clothes and brushing their teeth, yawning and complaining, after washing, the wandering spirit generally walked downstairs, because of lack of sleep, the whole person looked wilted, and there were dark circles under his eyes, Jiang Nan was also a little embarrassed when he saw her like this, and explained seriously: "I thought that Shanghai is so big, I want to pick you up, I should get up early and set off, but I searched the map before going out, but I didn't expect it to be so close." ”

Many Orange nodded, trying to get his mind spinning: "How do you have my home address?" ”

"You asked Xiaolin to book a plane ticket and gave a screenshot of your ID card, which is on it."

"Oh yes~" Thinking that he understood the situation, many oranges walked out more than ten meters with steps, and then remembered and asked, "Where is your car parked?" ”

"I didn't drive, I came here," Jiang Nan emphasized again, "It's really close." ”

Shanghai is big, it is not easy to live, and it can be described as near within half an hour of driving, at this time, I heard Jiang Nan say that he came by his legs, and many oranges really felt what he meant by saying very close: "How close is this?" ”

"Well, just get out of your neighborhood, and then cross the road, the alley in front, and you'll be there," Jiang Nan looked down at his watch and estimated. "Take a walk past for a quarter of an hour."

There are no hotels in a residential area nearby, so it can be inferred that the place the idol said should be his residence in Shanghai?

Growing up so big, there are few classmates who live so close to her, inexplicably, many oranges have a little more intimacy with their own high-ranking idols, as the saying goes, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors!

Jiang Nan naturally didn't know where she had gone, and she was still stunned when she saw her. Reaching out and patting her on the head, "Let's go." I'll take you to breakfast, in the alley where I live, there are wontons that are delicious. ”

"Oh." Many oranges nodded and followed in a daze. Walk quickly to the entrance of the alley. Only then did I remember: No. This is the door of her house, a place where she fights small and big, shouldn't she do her landlord's friendship? What's the other way around?!

What kind of wonton stall in the alley, it must be Grandma Li's house, her wontons are delicious, but her cat is cunning enough, often scratching people's trouser legs under the seat, making people throw food to it, it is a guy who only eats stuffing and does not eat skin, and his name is embarrassed to be called rouge......

Jiang Nan saw that her whole person suddenly became energetic, and said, "What are you thinking?" ”

"I'm a little hungry, I haven't eaten ravioli in a long time, let's go eat it quickly." Many orange smiles replied, an existence like an idol, eating a roadside stall, should have a heart to find food, if you tell him that he always feels very bad from snacks to big, or pretend that he has never lived well.

Sure enough, Jiang Nan heard her say this, and introduced as he walked: "You won't be disappointed with the wontons in this house, I also ate them occasionally and found that they are better than those made in big hotels." ”

"Well, eating special snacks must be authentic on the side of the road."

"Yes, I feel that this mother-in-law who cooks wontons has a secret recipe, her wonton skin is very thin, and the soup is fresh, which is very different."

The wonton skin is thin and tenacious, which is the dough of Grandpa Li's hand at home, and the soup is different because Grandma Li operates it on a small basis, and she is reluctant to use chicken and shrimp to hang the soup like in the big hotel, and sprinkle the oil residue boiled out of the pork, but the oil residue is boiled by Grandma Li herself, which is soft and fragrant, and it is really not eaten anywhere else...... Many Orange subconsciously swallowed, this time she was really hungry.

It's just that I hope that Grandma Li, whose eyes are getting worse and worse, will not recognize her later. Many oranges struggled to pick up a dim corner and sat down facing the wall.

Jiang Nan finished ordering, took off his mask and said, "You don't have to be so careful, there are very few young people in the alley, they are all old people, and I haven't been recognized here." ”

Many oranges squeezed out a smile, indicating that they knew, and continued to lie on the table, waiting for Grandma Li's arrival.

Grandma Li is here...... Grandma Li is gone again...... Didn't recognize her the whole time, Oye!

After happily eating the wontons, many oranges took Jiang Nan as a human-shaped baffle, and walked around him, successfully turning out of the wonton stall, Jiang Nan pretended not to see her strangeness, and raised his hand cooperatively, letting many oranges grab their arms to block their faces, and walked slowly into the alley.

The old man sat on a small stool at the door, holding a mottled laundry stick, pounding the clothes in the footbasin, and again and again: "Pap-pa-pa-"

The years are quiet, the present world is stable, ordinary little happiness or something, probably this is the kind of life.

Many oranges followed him and looked around, although her home was in the local area, but since she was born, she had never lived in such an old alley, and she used to rush by when she went to school and took a shortcut, but she didn't expect the idol to choose such a place to settle down, it was really simple and low-key, and it was hidden in the city, could it be that this is the legendary realm?

She was distracted, Jiang Nan stopped, turned around and half-hugged and said, "Wait a minute, turn this way." ”

Many oranges crashed into his arms without accident, touched their noses and exited, followed the turn, turned into a quiet, but slightly spacious alley, this alley she didn't seem to have turned into, there are arched doors on it, the houses on both sides are red brick exterior walls, every household is a high-door family, stone door frames, but it is very Shanghai old photo feeling.

Wait, she seemed to have thought of something wrong just now, many oranges covered their heads, but they heard Jiang Nan stop in front of a black lacquered solid thick wooden door, puff up the copper ring on the door, take out the key and say, "It's here, it's here." ”

The door opened, Jiang Nan walked in first, turned around and helped a lot of oranges, fortunately he helped this handful, otherwise she would have to kneel on the high threshold of his house when she saw the scene in the door.

Patio, small building, horse-head wall, left and right wings, and Western-style small garden, this is the Republic of China, Shanghai's typical Shikumen building, a hundred years ago, although a lot, but now you can only buy tickets to visit the attractions! And looking at the scale and size of the idol's family, the owner of this house in the past was either a big family in the south of the Yangtze River, or a high-ranking official in Shiliyangchang, and it is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to afford it!

Put it now, hehe, don't mention its cultural relics value, just talk about the central area of the old city, where every inch of land is expensive, such a large western-style building and garden...... Is it 100 million to buy it down? Many oranges are skeptical.

She would have sighed at the simplicity of her idol just now, it is really tooyoungtoosimple~~~

Many oranges silently touched their frightened little liver, tried not to act like Grandma Liu, and said seriously: "Idol, you hurry home and get the things you want to take to the recording studio, I'll wait for you here." ”

"You don't have to go out, I have a recording studio at home," Jiang Nan once again verified his ability to spend money, "I changed it from the cellar at home, and the effect is not bad." ”

She specially inquired, a professional recording studio costs at least twenty or thirty million, and the meaning of the idol's words is equivalent to saying: What is the value of a house worth hundreds of millions, and the cellar of my house is worth tens of millions if it is changed by me......

Many oranges don't want to talk anymore.

She numbly changed her shoes, stepped on the floor of the red acid branch, sat on the chair of golden silk nanmu, drank a few cups of the puppet, local tyrant, and Wuyi Mountain Da Hong Robe poured by herself with Yuan Qinghua's teacup, went to the bathroom with a gilt faucet and a luxurious automatic toilet, and finally saw the idol take out the music sheet and say, "It's almost time to consume, let's go below to record." ”

"Good!" For the first time in my life, I can't wait to go to a dark place like the cellar. (To be continued.) )