In the following time, because Xiang Dongyang asked for sick leave to rest, Sheng Xing's work with Xiang's family was changed to Xiang Dongyang's secretary Shan Bu and Jiang Xiaomian handed over.

Actually, Jiang Xiaomian is not very adaptable, every time he waits in the office, the man he waits for is not Xiang Dongyang's face, and the voice that handed over the project work to him is not as good as Xiang Dongyang's voice.

After three days of such a working day, it was snowing continuously in Changnan, which made Jiang Xiaomian very unhappy, and the citizens of Changnan were also a little unbearable.

Everyone wakes up every day to see if the sun is out, or to see if the snow has melted, but each time it is thicker than yesterday. When it's not snowing, expect snow, and when it snows, expect it to be sunny.

There will always be such thoughts, what the hell is this reversal!

Jiang Xiaomian felt that he had gone back in time to study, he was having a long winter vacation, and he was looking forward to the start of school when the vacation came, and he was looking forward to the holiday when the school started.

Today, when Jiang Xiaomian came to Xiang's family, he was a little earlier than usual, thinking that he could go to accompany Xiang Dongyang as soon as he finished the work at hand as soon as possible. She went to the conference hall and passed by Xiang Dongyang's office, remembering that Xiang Dongyang had instructed herself to bring the processed building materials documents to the partner, so she went to get the documents first.

As soon as she opened the office door, she saw Shan Bu looking at a fountain pen, and when she was about to press some key, Jiang Xiaomian asked with a smile: "Xiaodan, why are you here, I was looking for you just now, and I didn't see you anywhere." ”

Shan Bu suddenly turned his head, as if he was startled, and hurriedly put away his astonishment, and replied, "I'll come and find a pen to use." ”

Jiang Xiaomian saw that the pen in Shan Bu's hand was very high-end, she often followed Xiang Dongyang and didn't see this pen in his pen holder, she glanced into the open drawer, the pen had just been taken out of the box, and the delicate box was not like a habit that was often used in life.

It's as if someone preserved it preciously, and suddenly one day someone turned it out out of curiosity.

She looked at Shan Bu's eyes again, and felt as if her appearance was a surprise attack by the leader, which made what he wanted to do be interrupted.

Jiang Xiaomian walked over, not in the mood to smile at him, took the pen from his hand suspiciously, put it back in the box, and took another ballpoint pen out of his pocket, "This fountain pen is too brand-new, it doesn't look like it has been used, there should be no ink in it, I just happened to bring one for you." ”

Shan Bu took Jiang Xiaomian's pen and smiled awkwardly, "I just saw that this pen was very good-looking, and Mr. Xiang was not in the office, so Miss Jiang mistakenly thought I was stealing." ”

"Not really!" She replied jokingly, with no expression on her face.

He sneered and wanted to cover up: "Hey, hey, give me a hundred dares and don't dare to refute anything."

Jiang Xiaomian didn't say anything more, she wanted to be more suspicious, after all, it wasn't her own, and she couldn't suspect anything, so she could only smirk and say: "You find out the price list of building materials from a third-party cooperative company, and I'll see if there are any mistakes."

Shan Bu stumbled shut the drawer containing the pen, opened the next drawer, and retrieved the papers.

Jiang Xiaomian put away the documents after looking at them, and then finished after dealing with some other work. When he came to the parking lot, he glanced at it and saw Shan Bu enter Han Feiran's car. She didn't have any doubts, as long as she drove away, she saw that the two of them didn't start, and there was no movement from a distance, as if she was sitting "plotting" something.

Jiang Xiaomian got out of the car and turned around suspiciously, and after approaching the body, he vaguely heard Shan Bu say, "I don't know if it's that thing, but I was interrupted by Miss Jiang coming over......"

Jiang Xiaomian didn't hear it very clearly, so they stopped talking, it should be Han Feiran who saw her from the front mirror.

In the next second, the door is about to be opened.

"It's over, why are they all like in the TV series, eavesdropping will always be caught." Jiang Xiaomian's heart was pounding, he bowed when he thought of the words, pointed his finger at the scratched place on the body, and said with a smile: "Otherwise, why did your car scratch a bad mark, so obviously it didn't repair it, I saw it from afar!" ”

Shan Bu thought that Jiang Xiaomian had been there very early, so his face was not very good, and Han Feiran knew that she had just arrived, so she expected that she hadn't heard anything, so he smiled lightly and said: "I didn't find it either, maybe someone accidentally scratched it when he was reversing and parking just now, that person is really lacking in morality!" In fact, it doesn't affect the trip, I'm going to Xiang's house with Shan Bu to see Dongyang, he doesn't care about lying in bed and pretending to be sick when it's cold! ”

Jiang Xiaomian is not stupid, she knows that what they just said is definitely not this matter, but she is not good at asking the reason, thinking that there is no need to debunk it if it is not very interesting. She walked over to her parking space, "What a coincidence, I just happened to be about to go home, so let's go together!" ”

"yes, that's a coincidence!"

"It's not a coincidence!" Jiang Xiaomian thought to herself.

"No, let's go." She waved her hand.

Han Feiran didn't answer anything, and Jiang Xiaomian didn't see their car coming up after leaving the parking lot.

Leaving the dimly lit parking lot, there is a bright road scene outside.

Since this morning, the snow in Changnan has been suppressed by the bright sunshine, and the winter snow that has been stationed for several days has melted in piles. From the long street from beginning to end, the wide and smooth road, the reflection of the entire city is quickly rendered in the snow in the sun, and even the traffic lights and zebra crossings are reflected by the snow water.

It may be that the sun came too suddenly, so that the city's drainage system is a little unable to keep up.

Jiang Xiaomian could hear bursts of tide hitting the car when she drove the car, she slowed down the car, for fear of disturbing the crowd walking and basking in the sun on the sidewalk next to her, and heard that they were all sighing: "Changnan has finally returned to the warm winter, and it is no longer a world of ice and snow." ”

Even if Jiang Xiaomian is not at home, he can imagine the scene of his mother, Uncle Xian and Xiaoquan basking in the sun in the garden, maybe they are still playing with a ball. There is still a month before the New Year, and winter seems to have suddenly switched to summer on a certain day of a certain year, and you can wear short sleeves for the New Year!

Through the windshield, Jiang Xiaomian felt like a warm carbon fire baked, and all the heat molecules moved around her, which was really comfortable.

But Xiang's side is not so lively. Jiang Xiaomian didn't need to ring the doorbell when she came to Xiang's house, because she had the key to Xiang's house when she was going to get married before. Leaving the warm light, entering the home of Nuoda instantly made her feel cold.

Xiang Dongyang was the only one in the family, he didn't go out of the door to bask in the sun, he just opened the curtains of the room, sat by the window in a daze, and there was a large basket of snot paper next to him, piled up into a "small snow mountain".

When Jiang Xiaomian came in, he was very strange why Xiang Dongyang was in a daze, so he went over and put his hand on his shoulder, and asked closely: "What's the matter, isn't your body still very comfortable?" ”

Xiang Dongyang smiled at her after coming back to his senses, the sunlight pouring in from the window illuminated his dimples beautifully, and this smile that was revealed in winter was like a round snowball that melted into a crescent mouth first.

"I've been sitting here for a day and I've watched the snow melt, and I'm going to give them a ride this year, and I'm going to send them far away, and next year they're not coming."

"Childish ghost!" Jiang Xiaomian sighed with a smile, "Maybe this winter has finished all the snow in Changnan." ”

"Well, that's what I thought, too."

Jiang Xiaomian remembered what happened in his office just now, so he asked, "Dong Yang, how much do you know about Shan Bu, is he very credible?"

Xiang Dongyang didn't expect Jiang Xiaomian to ask the meaning of this sentence, and replied in a normal tone: "Xiaoshan was my father's right-hand man before his death, and as soon as I entered the company, he was assigned to me." He also worked hard and had no bad record. ”

"Really? Or your dad's right-hand man? Jiang Xiaomian was a little strange, thinking that since she was Uncle Xiang's person, then she should behave in a fair and upright manner, how could she think that this person was not the same as she imagined, so she told Xiang Dongyang about the scene in the office just now.

Xiang Dongyang didn't have any expression when he heard it, and at first he didn't know which fountain pen Jiang Xiaomian was talking about, he thought it was the one he often used in the drawer. Hearing that it was the fountain pen that he hadn't touched or even looked at, he couldn't figure anything out of his heart, and said that Jiang Xiaomian was too careful.

Jiang Xiaomian squinted his eyes and asked him with a smile: "That fountain pen is a very good luxury brand, I don't see how you have used it, such a beautiful packaging, it seems that you are particularly reluctant to use it!" ”

She intended to ask about the origin of the fountain pen, and Xiang Dongyang also heard what she meant, thinking that she was just casually curious, so she simply said: "It was given to me by my old classmate a long time ago, don't say much, you don't know him!"

The perfunctory words were like a basin of cold water poured down, Jiang Xiaomian thought that Xiang Dongyang would directly confess the origin of the fountain pen. She felt very uncomfortable, she knew that he was hiding from herself, and to put it more seriously, he was lying.

But she didn't want to do boring debunking, so she would have to make trouble because of Li Xiaohuan.

He moved her hand over and covered his deflated belly and coquettishly said, "I'm hungry, my wife." ”

"Oh, I've just gotten off work, you are so willing to tire me. But it's okay, it's better than starving you! I'll go see what you can cook in your kitchen. Jiang Xiaomian rolled her eyes at him and couldn't help but turn around with a smile.

Xiang Dongyang shouted at her back: "I want to drink longan porridge and glutinous rice crisp." ”

"Satisfy you!"

Jiang Xiaomian came to the kitchen, washed rice and started the fire, and fried noodles, these two things are what Xiang Dongyang likes to eat, step by step is actually very handy, but the group of active thought cells in the brain have also been mixed with something, mixed with water and turned into a mess, and then she almost forgot what to do next.

She was still thinking about the fountain pen, she had touched it twice, how could she not know the pen.

It was a long story, when Li Xiaohuan hadn't forgotten everything. Jiang Xiaomian met Li Xiaohuan when he accompanied Lin Shen to visit the mall, and Li Xiaohuan was picking out a fountain pen in front of the pen cabinet at that time.

Later, Li Xiaohuan took Jiang Xiaomian's opinion before buying the fountain pen.

Jiang Xiaomian said at the time, "This fountain pen is gorgeous and bright, and it is very good for you." ”

"Yes, smooth and decent, very lined!"

That very strange sentence, now Jiang Xiaomian knows that it is not a fountain pen lined with Li Xiaohuan, but a fountain pen lined with Dongyang!

It turned out to be the fountain pen that Li Xiaohuan gave him before he went crazy, and it was really well preserved by him!

A related question appeared in Jiang Xiaomian's mind, why did she miss a pen on the day Li Xiaohuan was chased and killed?

Are you reading the fountain pen she gave to Xiang Dongyang?

……

It was so quiet that there was only the sound of cooking oil, which was interrupted by his voice.

"You've blown up, flip and flip!"

Jiang Xiaomian was just thinking about it when she was sobered up by Xiang Dongyang's exclamation, and she hurriedly turned the fire smaller. When she turned the glutinous rice crisp over, the back was covered with a layer of black color, and she picked it up and threw it into the trash.

"Hey, wait!" Xiang Dongyang stopped her, reached over and grabbed the chopsticks, whistling and blowing away the heat, biting the crispy crisp, with a very delicious look, "Tsk, the things made by my wife are not beautiful and beautiful, how can you be so cheap trash can!" ”

"Don't eat it, you glutton!"

Jiang Xiaomian grabbed it and threw it in the trash, and gave him a piece of glutinous rice crisp that was not mushy.

"I don't seem to be able to finish eating too much, what about Aunt Xiang and Sister Xiyan?"

Xiang Dongyang said mysteriously, "My sister went to her new house."

"New house? What's going on? ”

He looked up and thought about the name of the place: "Before, my sister built a house under her name in the area of Hailou Bay, I went to see it once, and the house was next to the bay, standing on the gorgeous 'love house', watching the sunset sprinkled in the quiet bottomless bay, endless......" He said and gestured, very intoxicated by the beautiful scenery.

Jiang Xiaomian saw that he was happy when he said it, and he also knew that this was something to be happy about. But I don't know why I can't laugh so heavy, listening to his description, it seems that I am also immersed in the scene, but the feeling is not as wonderful as Xiang Dongyang, but it is depressed and uncomfortable.

may be because in Jiang Xiaomian's eyes, Xiang Xiyan and Xian Xinchen are not CPs who get their wishes.

She asked coldly, "No wonder I haven't seen my brother for a day, are they going together?"

Xiang Dongyang's expression was not very clear, and he replied uncertainly: "I think, it should be." Then he hugged Jiang Xiaomian again and said in her ear: "We also want to build our own house like them, just in that kapok field, where a large open space can be expanded, enough to build a private villa."

Building a private lodge?

He really had such an idea, Jiang Xiaomian really felt that it was a happy thing after being surprised, she smiled casually and said: "Then what can I say, the husband sings and the wife sings."

To put it mildly, in fact, she is so sweet that fruit is about to grow between her teeth.

Xiang Dongyang flicked her forehead, "I'll tell you seriously, I have all the blueprints, and you'll see what to add later." However, the capital turnover of the Jiuxiang clan is urgent, and the project can start when the funds are prepared. ”

"I'm not in a hurry now, I also know that Xiang's capital chain is not very smooth, everything still has to be based on the company, if you let your mother know that you smashed the money on that irrelevant kapok field, she thinks I was bewitching you, then it will be ......" Jiang Xiaomian said and stuck out her tongue.

"Ha, with my sister here, my mother won't care about the company's affairs."

After they had eaten, Xiang Dongyang pulled Jiang Xiaomian back into the room, and really took out a design drawing from under his pillow.

From the moment Xiang Dongyang lifted the pillow, Jiang Xiaomian's first sight was not the design blueprint of the thickness of the line drawing, but a single long sock, her nose was very smart, and she immediately smelled the boy's smell, and then she pointed to the socks and laughed.

Xiang Dongyang didn't know how the sock ran under the pillow, no wonder he couldn't find the sock when he got up one morning, it turned out that he wanted to stay in front of his girlfriend to make such a big mess.

"Hahaha!"

Jiang Xiaomian was still there leaning over and laughing, jokingly: "Dongyang, you have to hang your stockings at the head of the bed, so that Santa Claus can give you gifts!"

Xiang Dongyang really hung the stocking to the head of the bed when he heard this, and there was no hook rope to hang it for a while, so he simply didn't hang it and let it fall.

"Aren't you a gift from God, Santa Claus can't think of a better gift for me, and I don't think it's so good no matter how good it is."

After looking at the design drawings, Jiang Xiaomian said: "I want to add a big studio to train our children to become painters in the future, and then the paintings of our family will be hung in the studio."

"Okay."

"Among so many kapok trees, only one oak tree can be planted! Because that tree represents you. ”

"Okay."

"Huh? What else, I want the color of the house to be snow-white, like a house in which angels dwell? ”

"Okay."

"Don't build the house too high, the four floors are just right, a little higher than the kapok tree, I like to stand on the roof and look at the whole kapok tree, it won't be so blurry, and I can see it all."

"Good"

……

The simple dialogue, which has words in the love drama on the time stage, has become the only good news in the world of the two.

After making an appointment with those things, Jiang Xiaomian was a little sleepy and forgot how the conversation ended. She leaned on the table, watching Xiang Dongyang revise the design next to her, her vision becoming more and more foggy in the warm and bright room.

Her hearing was not as weak and dull as her vision, and when she closed her eyes, she could hear the tip of the pen and the eraser changing on the page, more and more like a quiet and gentle lullaby......

In the dream, the kapok blossomed, and a child like him and like her ran under the flowering tree, and many butterflies flew out of the sky around the child, and flew with them into the castle where angels lived......

It's been a long time since I've had such a wonderful dream, Jiang Xiaomian woke up from the bed in Xiang's guest room with a disappointed face.

It was just a dream, she was deceived by the dream, and she stared blankly at the ceiling, and a blank appeared in her unreal memory.

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