"What are you yelling about?" Mother Jiang walked into the door with two bowls of sand cucumber and yam porridge.

Jiang Rongrong jumped up and almost threw her mobile phone in Jiang's mother's face: "Also a newlywed promotion?!" Why don't you run a lottery and send me out! ”

The mobile phone screen prominently shows the sixteenth hot search: Jiang's mother is stamped.

- I testify to death: I am Jiang Rongrong's mother, come with me with all the money! @姜氏择善堂@JS Jingyu year @小柴小姜. Newlywed promotion, buy ten free foot soaking bags and get one foot soaking bucket! First come, first served!

"You know what." Mother Jiang couldn't help but smile and divided the sand cucumber yam porridge between the two. "The more exaggerated the writing, the less people will believe it, and there will be more traffic! You don't know how much money our family made this afternoon just selling foot washing bags and bath bags, your grandfather and your father are almost crazy in the store. ”

"Grandpa was discharged from the hospital?" Ginger Rongrong took the bowl and almost didn't hold it steady. Didn't you still be angry and couldn't eat a few days ago?

"Isn't this a Chinese medicine store on fire, the old man was happy and ran back to the store directly!"

"Drink fast, drink quickly." Mother Jiang smiled proudly, "Sand cucumber yam porridge is refreshing and calming, strengthening the spleen and stomach." I also asked your dad to cook a pot and give it away for free at the door of the store, which was crowded online and in the store. ”

Jiang Rongrong also understands the temperament of her parents, how dare her daughter compare with money, hesitating for a second is their disrespect for money.

"Then why don't you hurry back to the store to help?" Jiang Rongrong got out of bed to find slippers, she was also short of money, just to earn a pocket money. "Jiayu and I will follow you."

Well? No one answered.

Jiang Rongrong raised her eyes and saw Shen Jiayu and Jiang's mother slowly revealing a mysterious aunt smile.

"Don't go, just let them go. We have something else to do this afternoon. ”

"Bang, bang."

There was a knock at the door.

"Hurry up and get the guests in!" Jiang's mother smiled and her eyebrows danced, pushing and letting Jiang Rongrong open the door, and she ran to the kitchen to serve sand ginseng and yam porridge.

Jiang Rongrong instantly became suspicious, she poked the system, but the always sensitive system was silent.

That probably has nothing to do with the main story.

Thinking like this, Ginger Velvet put on his slippers and went to open the door.

Jing Yunian saw a furry head emerge from the half-used security door, roughly at the position of his chest.

A student who does not apply powder looks at the sky at 45 degrees, and he barely looks at him.

Really special meow damn it, Jing Yu scolded secretly. Are high school graduates so small now? Is she an adult? It's a crime to be involved with such an elementary school student, right?!

Jing Yunian thought wildly, but the student's face in front of him shrank back silently, and then "bang-" There was a loud bang!

She closed the door......

There was also a ......scream of "ahhhh

Zhao Lin behind him laughed awkwardly twice, poked his head out, "I must have been dumbfounded by the president." Why don't you let me knock again? ”

Mr. Jing, who was rejected for the first time, fell silent. The scolding voices of the middle-aged women in the room got closer and closer, and the door opened again, revealing a loving and smiling face.

"This is Mr. Zhao, welcome!"

Zhao Lin tilted his head with the gift, revealing a professional smirk: "Auntie, I'm Zhao Lin, just call me Xiao Zhao." This is our president, the Jing Yu Nian you @ on Weibo, Mr. Jing. ”

Jing Yunian also nodded politely, "Hello Auntie, I'm Jing Yunian." ”

Mother Jiang in front of her looked flattered, "Oh, this little thing is still troublesome Mr. Jing, please come in, please come in!" ”

This aunt looks quite normal, but when she turns sideways, she secretly squeezes her eyebrows inside, and there is a faint sound of pushing and shoving in the house.

Jing Yu Nian and they fell silent again.

When he was invited into the living room, Zhao Lin whispered behind Jing Yunian: "President, let's not look for a master to show the company feng shui, just let the master come here, I think this family is like a haunted."

Jing Yunian kept a smirk while gritting his teeth and whispering: "Shut up!"

This is probably an old house, and the outside community is very old, but the house is quite decorated. The solid wood floor is covered with a Chinese-style carpet, a complete set of mahogany furniture carved by the eight immortals across the sea in the living room, and a pair of elegant plum bottles and a few jade ornaments are placed on the Bogu shelf.

Why should elegance be expensive, even if Jing Yunian is sitting in this Chinese-style living room in a luxurious suit, there is no sense of disobedience.

Jing Yunian sat on the soft-wrapped mahogany sofa, not putting on the aura of a shopping mall to negotiate a contract, but just greeting Jiang's mother with the posture of a junior, "Auntie is not polite for mutual benefit and win-win results." It's just that in the end, I have a bad reputation for girls, and I want to apologize in person. ”

As he spoke, he looked at Jiang Rongrong, who was walking with a smirk on his face, carrying the tray.

His otherwise relaxed arm quietly pressed against the mahogany armrest. is obviously an ordinary girl, but Jing Yunian's heart suddenly panicked.

It's like the feeling his brother had mentioned.

Life suddenly became abnormal, all kinds of unbelievable things seemed to be accepted by insiders, and only a lonely person was looking for a strange source.

Until I saw her, it was like a snowflake in an avalanche.

Jing Yunian has never understood, what is a snowflake in an avalanche? The girl in front of her got closer and closer, and Jing Yunian seemed to be controlled by a sense of fate, staring at her in a daze.

There is no desire that my brother once mentioned galloping like a wild horse, only a coldness that gradually deepens.

He had stayed up all night listening to his brother tell his strange stories, and the night would be overshadowed by a sense of fate. As an outsider, he watched his once-glorious brother lying on the bed with empty eyes, self-deprecating and whispering, surrounded by the sorrow of fate.

Lost things repeatedly and picked up by the same person, and there were even impossible incidents such as missent of admission information.

Is this the fate that my brother experienced back then, can't he escape?

No, it's a bureau. Jing Yunian whispered in his heart.

When she came back to her senses, the girl in front of her was holding a tray, and in the tray were three sand cucumber yam porridge and three xinyang hair tips.

Everyone seemed to be unaware of Jing Yunian's abnormality, and even the apology was put aside. Mother Jiang greeted warmly: "This is my freshly cooked medicinal food sand cucumber and yam porridge, which is refreshing and soothing, strengthening the spleen and stomach." I can't get used to drinking it, and Xinyang Maojian, both of them can taste it! ”

"Naturally, I want to try my aunt's craftsmanship."

Jing Yunian seemed to have never happened to anything, his face was as usual, and he politely greeted Jiang's mother. He took the small bowl of high-foot chrysanthemum petal pattern green glaze handed over by Jiang Rongrong, and thanked him softly.

Zhao Lin followed the leader and also asked for sand cucumber and yam porridge.

When she arrived at Shen Jiayu, Jiang Rongrong ignored Shen Jiayu's eyes eager for yam porridge, and directly handed her a Xinyang hair tip. He whispered viciously: "Aiqing, this is the domineering demon president in your novel?!"

Shen Jiayu also said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, let me quibble, this must be pretending."

There were two groups of people in a living room, the president of the mature district and the housewife Ms. Jiang chatted about the follow-up hype, and the poor students in the immature district and the online writers secretly exchanged gossip and shirked their responsibilities.

The background board Zhao Tezhu knows the intention of the big boos, and is determined to pretend to be tender and enter the interior of the immature area to spy on the enemy.