"Gollum~"

Wen Ji looked at Zhang Chuyue's eyes in a daze, and the next second, his hand touched his belly, and cheekily interrupted: "Oh, that's different from mine." ”

She's talking nonsense.

Zhang Chuyue's hand on the seat belt was released, the strap was elastic, and it automatically slid back, and after passing through her concave belly and wrinkling the fabric on her chest, it finally returned to its place.

"I remember you asked me about your college major."

Zhang Chuyue took a bottle of water out of the storage box, and Wen Ji said, "Well, you said that it is recommended to learn a technique." ”

He unscrewed the cap and looked at her sideways: "So? ”

Wen Ji sat up straight and said, "I applied for computer science and technology. ”

Zhang Chuyue's lips pulled up imperceptibly, pushed the cart door, handed her the water bottle, and said, "Take it, get out of the car." ”

Wen Ji is his little sister who serves tea.

The two went to the market next to the government building, she came out of the town early in the morning to run errands, and her iron belly was also hungry, Zhang Chuyue asked her: "What do you want to eat?" ”

With a store on one side of the street and a market on the other, Wen Ji saw the rice noodles fished out of the steaming pot, swallowed his saliva, and said, "Rice noodles." ”

Zhang Chuyue said "um", Wen Ji got permission and immediately walked to the market, just sat down and turned around, and found that Zhang Chuyue went to the opposite "Ke Like Yunlai" store......

At this moment, I found that she didn't keep up, and when I turned around, the two just collided with each other, and the tacit understanding that shouldn't have happened happened.

In the end, Zhang Chuyue sat opposite her with an unnatural face, Wen Ji broke the bamboo chopsticks and planed, and said, "This is delicious, believe me." ”

Zhang Chuyue is tall and big, and the rice noodle shop in this market is built with a shed, as soon as he comes in, the roof of the shed is short, Wen Ji just wanted to fold his legs, and his toes touched Zhang Chuyue's legs, and when she didn't retract, he reacted more quickly, Wen Ji raised his eyes and quietly glanced at him, worthy of being a military academy.

"I'll order beef rice noodles."

Wen Ji gave him advice, and his hand was playing with the cap of the mineral water bottle.

"Same."

When Wen Ji heard this, he got up and went to the boss to place an order, and when he came back, he took two plastic cups in his hand and poured a glass of mineral water for one person.

Silently drank.

"Two servings of beef rice noodles!"

When the boss served, Wen Ji twisted his bowl in front of him, Zhang Chuyue glanced at the rice noodles of the two, and suddenly said: "It's really the same." ”

Wen Ji raised his eyes and heard Zhang Chuyue say, "Boss, add another copy." ”

She stirred the rice noodles in the bowl, and couldn't help but calculate, he ate a lot of food, so how would the money be calculated in the future?

"Zhang Chuyue, I am still just a student, I don't have a job, my living expenses are scholarships plus grants, and I have applied for loans for tuition fees."

When she was honest, the boss brought another bowl of noodles.

The square table was narrow, he sat on his two long legs, put his left hand on his leg, and looked at her: "You only said after you got the certificate, is it too late?" ”

Wen Ji pouted: "I'm not cheating on marriage, I mean let's spend our own money, and I'll transfer the makeup money and license money to you later." ”

Don't lose more in order to take advantage of him.

The man lowered his head and ate the rice noodles, ignoring her, but when Wen Ji acquiesced and took out his mobile phone to transfer money, he realized a problem again-

"Husband, add WeChat."

"Ahem, ahem, ahem—"

Wen Ji was secretly refreshed in her heart, let you call me "Mrs. Zhang", and let you "eat powder and ignore me"!

Zhang Chuyue took a few tissues to wipe his mouth, and his eyes were as sharp as the boss's knife for cutting beef.

Wen Ji showed him the QR code of her mobile phone, probably because she was afraid that she would speak amazingly again, so she took out her mobile phone and scanned it.

A small red dot popped up on the address book, Wen Ji clicked on it, and the avatar was like a landscape painting, with a vast white background, a leaf and a boat, and a hermit wearing a hat fishing stood on it.

"Jiang Taigong fishing?"

"Qi Baishi's shrimp?"

Zhang Chuyue was looking at her profile picture.

Wen Ji nodded, her head was like an ink shrimp, she said: "It means that every time you touch the shrimp, the bowl is full, and the shrimp represents silver in the south." ”

Zhang Chuyue pulled his lower lip, "I haven't heard of it." ”

Wen Ji blinked her eyelids: "You like online fishing?" ”

"No fishing."

Wen Ji didn't believe it: "Then you use this fishing avatar?" ”

Zhang Chuyue is afraid that he is not a sea king, he specializes in fishing girls!

At this time, the man looked at her and said, "Shrimp fishing." ”

Wen Ji: "......"

Fooled.

On the way back to Wenjia Village, passing by the river where Wen Ji touched the shrimp again, the two looked at each other, and she turned her head and gave him a back.

"The date of picking up relatives is scheduled for next Wednesday, and I will go back to Beicheng to go through the formalities in the next few days."

Wen Ji "hummed" when he heard it.

He also said, "Give me your enrollment information, as well as your household registration book." ”

Wen Ji snorted again and said, "You are really a husband and a wife now." ”

"Indeed, otherwise you won't be able to eat fifty-one pounds of shrimp."

Wen Ji would turn her head to look at him: "If I hadn't been called back for the summer vacation, I would have been a tutor in Beicheng for more than fifty yuan!" ”

The man held his chin diagonally with his palm, and said indifferently: "Then I will collect fifty-one pounds of shrimp that you will touch in the future, okay?" ”

His natural words fell into Wen Ji's ears and stretched out, and his mood suddenly improved: "Then will you eat shrimp every day in the future?" ”

The man's eyes concealed the broken light of the afternoon: "You have to have the ability, I will eat three times a day." ”

Although his words were rough, Wen Ji was somewhat useful, which was manifested in the fact that as soon as he got home, he asked for the information he asked for and brought it back to him.

Grandma looked at the side and shook her head, and the aunt smiled on her lips.

"Auntie, I'll go first."

Zhang Chuyue politely said goodbye to the elders at the door, while Wen Ji was lying upstairs looking at him, and noticed that his eyes were raised, Wen Ji made a grimace at him, his thumb grinned wide, and his index finger pressed down on the tail of his eye.

The man's face was respectful and polite one second, and the next second sank.

Wen Ji thought, anyway, they are not a real couple, don't be too impressed.

But despite thinking so, she still goes to touch the shrimp every day, which is the greatest fun of her childhood, the shrimp touched back are raised in the water basin, and now she is busy with farming, she is back to work in the summer, but her grandmother does not let her follow the mountain, saying that she: "It's not easy to raise white at school, and the beautiful and bright are waiting to pick up relatives." ”

Wen Ji thought it was very strange, it was obviously a formality, but this form was like an immersive game, and even she almost entered the play when she helped cut the word "Xi".

"You can take this letter of appointment."

Grandma sorted out the things that Zhang Chuyue brought to her on the day of her employment, and said to her: "This is more important than a marriage certificate." ”

Wen Ji unfolded it, it was an auspicious word written with a brush, Zhang Chuyue's name and hers were next to hers, Wen Ji said: "What's the use of the letter of appointment, it has no legal benefits, it's just a formality." ”

After speaking, she was patted on the head by her grandmother.

"The letter of appointment is that the man hires the woman, and if the two of you quarrel in the future, you will take the letter of appointment and say, 'I am the one you invited back'."

As soon as the aunt's explanation fell, Wen Ji let out an "oh".

Sure enough, it's a good thing.

Grandma said: "Don't say anything to quarrel, and Meimei." ”

Wen Ji and Meimei's kiss came with the sound of firecrackers.

She held a red fan in her hand to cover half of her face, and someone else held an umbrella for her above her head, and her grandmother explained that she couldn't look back.

Wen Ji was nervous just thinking about these ritual instructions, and there were other girls who were in tears when they got married.

After getting on the bus, drive from Wenjia Village to Zhangjia Village, it is said that she went there when she was a child, not far or close, anyway, across a mountain.

The night was gilded on the car window, Wen Ji passed by her small river touching shrimp, passed by the field at home, green and lush, and the harvest would be in autumn.

Suddenly a little reluctant, she leaned on the window and looked carefully.

"I'll be back in three days."

Suddenly, a deep voice sounded behind him, and looking back, it was Zhang Chuyue.

Her groom.

He wore a white shirt, leaned on the back of the chair with the steering wheel, like a white wall, tall and wide, with two long legs wrapped in black trousers, looking like a human.

Wen Ji opened the crossbody bag she was carrying, took out the letter of appointment, and showed it to him: "Do you know what this is?" ”

His eyelids twitched: "I found an old man in the town to write it, and gave him a red envelope of sixty." ”

Wen Ji's face was serious: "I tell you, this is proof that you invited me back, in the future, you are not allowed to yell at me, rude, what you are like to your distinguished guests, what you are to me, respect each other like guests." ”

Zhang Chuyue's inky pupils looked at her, and waited for her to finish speaking before she spoke slowly: "Then what if you yelled at me and acted rudely?" ”

Wen Ji looked at his huge physique and said with a shocked expression: "How else can I do this to you?" ”

She hadn't thought about this, but she straightened her face and said, "Then I'm definitely right." ”

Zhang Chuyue: "......"

The car drove for an hour and finally went around Zhangjia Village, Wen Ji was dizzy, the fortune teller was really good at picking the time, and he didn't let her go out until the night was dark and the wind was high.

When he entered the door, the room was quiet, and the lights were on, and Wen Ji looked at him: "Your family ......"

Zhang Chuyue walked to the table in the hall and poured water, "Tomorrow is the banquet, you wash up and rest early." ”

So the play isn't over yet, it's just high. The prologue of the tide.

Wen Ji looked around the old house, different from her two-story brick house, this house is like a tiled house, but it is cleaned up, the four walls are oiled with white paint, and there are rooms on the left and right sides of the hall, she asked, "Which room do I sleep in?" ”

Zhang Chuyue handed her a glass of water, pointed her chin to the innermost part on the left, she leaned against the wall and stepped over the threshold, inside was the arranged wedding room, red sheets and quilts, and even the windows were pasted with the word "happy".

It's like they're really getting married.

"And where do you sleep?"

At this time, Zhang Chuyue was unbuttoning his shirt, opening two of them, faintly revealing his collarbone, and said, "You are next door." ”

Wen Ji nodded, very satisfied: "Sure enough, it is the courtesy to treat distinguished guests." ”

Zhang Chuyue's eyebrows swept her lightly: "There are guests sleeping in the master bedroom?" ”

Wen Ji drank water while waving a fan, and after swallowing a whole cup, he said, "Then I can also sleep in your room." ”

As she spoke, she looked curiously into the next room, a simple desk and wardrobe, and an iron-framed bed covered with an army-green quilt.

She shrank her head and found a reason: "I won't touch the quilt you sleep on." ”

Of course she had to sleep in the big master room with a dresser.

Zhang Chuyue looked at her figure exploring around with his hands on his chest: "You slept in the car just now, I didn't, I'm sure I'm going to sleep after picking the room." ”

Wen Ji nodded, the bead chain hairpin on the bun also swayed, Wen Ji entered the house and began to unload the Xiuhe clothes on his body, suddenly thought of the clothes that he hadn't changed, and hurriedly went to pat Zhang Chuyue's door and said, "Where did you put my luggage?" ”

The people in the house were not polite at all, and the door did not open, saying, "Open the wardrobe yourself and find it." ”

Wen Ji carried the skirt back to the room, and found that the boxes that his grandmother brought back for him on the day he came to the appointment were all in the closet, which was the new clothes she found a tailor to make, called dowry, she liked the pink dress the most at that time, and her grandmother said that she could not wear it until she got married, and she had to think that this marriage was beneficial.

Standing in front of the dressing mirror to change, the neckline of the dress is square, imitating Tang style, the upper body outlines the chest shape just right, and then ties the bow, from the bottom of the chest down is the skirt, the material is shrimp pink light yarn, suitable for summer to be used as a nightdress.

Wen Ji changed her clothes and looked relaxed, and wanted to find the bathroom before going to bed, Zhang Chuyue didn't tell her about such an important matter.

"Zhang Chuyue, where is the bathroom?"

She knocked on his door again, "You're not going to sleep!" ”

"There's a little door in your bedroom, and when you go out, you're in the bathroom."

The tone was already a little impatient, obviously he didn't say it.

I didn't expect the master bedroom to be a small suite, so it was convenient for her to wash, but as soon as she turned on the faucet, she suddenly remembered that the most important thing was -

"Zhang Chuyue, Zhang Chuyue, shrimp! My shrimp are still in the car and haven't been taken down! ”

The people inside finally couldn't bear it anymore, and when they opened the door, the roof shook to dust, and just as they were about to speak, their eyes fell on her.

He was wearing a white vest, he felt that he had been lying down, and he was woken up by her, Wen Ji muttered: "You said that all the shrimp I touched were ......."

Wen Ji didn't dare to look at him, his eyes only went to his chest, feeling that he was a little unhappy, and his swollen chest was about to stretch the white vest open when he breathed.

"Where's the car?"

The tone is not good, but negotiable.

"In the corner of the trunk, the shrimp basket is still wrapped in lotus leaves, and grandma said that the meaning is good."

His jaw tightened: "Stay here, don't follow me." ”

Wen Ji originally wanted to go out with him with the hem of her skirt, but she didn't bother to move when she heard him say this: "You take a water basin to raise it." ”

She fanned the fan and waited for Zhang Chuyue to come back, her eyes slipped into his room boredly, and suddenly found something, and then heard the footsteps of him coming back, the man was splashed with water, a few droplets of water flowed on his strong arm, the vest was close to his waist and abdomen, and he raised his eyes to see her standing in his room, and her brows deepened.

Wen Ji bent down to look at the iron frame bed and said, "It turns out that you like this style." ”

Zhang Chuyue stared at her with his eyes, and his tone was as heavy as night: "What style?" ”

Wen Ji fanned the fan in her hand, her hair was on her neck, she looked up at him and smiled innocently and wisely: "Pure, prison, wind~"