Chapter 36 Why Are You Angry Again?

"Jiang Ranxu, are you feeling unwell? You look very bad."

Meng Weishen took away five stuffed mice at once and gave them to Qin Shi Huang as teething toys. It was estimated that each mouse's lifespan would not exceed two months.

Jiang Ranxu said: "No. I'm fine in every way."

As soon as the other party finished speaking, he grabbed three mice from the shopping cart and threw them back to where they came from with a cold face. "There are too many dog ​​toys at home. Buy new ones when they break."

"You've already witnessed Qin Shi Huang's destructive power yesterday. All the toys in the house will be torn to pieces sooner or later."

"What about Doctor Yaya? Was she also torn to pieces by your dog a long time ago?"

Jiang Ranxu asked suddenly, and Meng Weishen seemed to be pinched on the face. He reported with a tight chin: "No, it has always been in my bedroom. I put it in the bedroom this time when I moved."

The other party didn't ask any further questions. His complexion looked slightly better, but it was only the difference between heavy rain and cloudy weather, and it was still far from sunny.

From the moment they went out to the furniture store, Jiang Ranxu seemed to be in low spirits. He interrupted his farewell to Qin Shihuang and told him to drive himself.

Arriving at the bedroom furniture area, he planned to buy a bed and put it in the bedroom on the first floor as originally planned. Jiang Ranxu even turned into a master's supervisor who was correcting students' graduation theses. He was dissatisfied with every bed (every thesis topic) and would criticize it.

Iron beds rust easily, wooden beds emit formaldehyde, and tatami mats are unpatriotic. In short, you shouldn't buy any of these beds.

The beds, despite being criticized, were not discouraged. They gave birth to elderly people sleeping in their arms and legs, snoring comfortably in the crowded hall.

Meng Weishen couldn't help but ask for advice: "What kind of bed do you have at home now? Can I buy the same one?"

Jiang Ranxu glanced at him and said, "It's custom-made by a French craftsman family. The labor time is half a year."

Thinking of the French custom-made bed he slept on last night, Meng Weishen felt a slight heat on his back and quickly straightened up.

Meng Weishen had no choice but to go to the storage area next door and order two wooden cabinets to store dog toys and food. He then went to the outdoor area and selected a few rattan chairs and a few rows of rectangular flower boxes to decorate the empty courtyard on the first floor.

The cashier printed out a long bill.

After Meng Weishen finished paying the bill, Jiang Ranxu was still counting the bills, his brows furrowed. "Your dog lives a better life than the real emperor. How much did you spend your salary this month?"

"I still have a budget for this month. I spend my monthly salary right at the end of the month and don't spend ahead of time."

"Your company doesn't have a rule that requires you to spend your monthly salary within the same month. You can actually save some of the money; it will come in handy in the future."

Meng Weishen promised Jiang Ranxu, "Don't worry. I will definitely pay you the 10,000 yuan living expenses every month. I won't owe you any money."

For some reason, Jiang Ranxu's expression grew increasingly grim. He tore up the bill and threw the waste paper into the trash can.

Meng Weishen had a vague feeling: Jiang Ranxu must be angry.

But he couldn't figure out why the other person was angry, so by process of elimination, he tended to think that the other person was unwell.

Meng Weishen suggested that they go home early, but Jiang Ranxu insisted that he was not feeling unwell and could still accompany him for a while. So they went to the pet exhibition next door.

This time, with Jiang Ranxu strictly supervising his expenses, Meng Weishen did not find any opportunity to spend money, and he also received free gift packs of dog food samples from several brands.

Live pets were exhibited in a separate area. Apes, at the apex of the evolutionary chain, have long since subverted nature, yet they yearn for it. To this end, the organizers specially collected a variety of rare and exotic animals. The cats and dogs that have always been our companions were out of the spotlight, and the focus was on the macaws and the pet Timon.

The air was filled with a damp and pungent smell. Meng Weishen deliberately avoided the celebrity animals and saw a small hill of plastic boxes in the distance. When he got closer, he realized that it was a one-room apartment building for the little snakes.

The stall owner was also enthusiastic, wrapping an adult black king snake around his wrist. The snake's scales pressed against the lines of his skin, feeling cool and soft, like living jade.

Meng Weishen touched the black snake's fine scales and sighed, "I really want to raise a snake."

"Don't even think about it." Jiang Ranxu's voice came from far away, at least three meters away from him, "This thing needs to be fed to live mice."

“I also want to raise a sugar glider.”

"This is for feeding the exploding fleshworms."

"Angora rabbits are cute too. They only eat grass."

“The amount of excrement produced by herbivores is huge and smells very bad.”

Meng Weishen was fantasizing about the second species when he accidentally felt the black snake on his wrist wrap around his entire arm. Its black scales reflected the silver-blue color of dangerous metal, and the snake's head quietly climbed up his neck.

He felt a chill on his neck, which finally aroused the fear written in his genes, and he returned the black snake to the stall owner.

Meng Weishen ran to rejoin Jiang Ranxu. They stopped at a rather dull cattery stall, where a few cats were set out as models. The cats were in the process of growing fur, transforming into fluffy clouds. But Jiang Ranxu only watched, not touching.

Meng Weishen couldn't help but plucked the cat's ear hair, and suddenly felt that furry cats were the best.

He casually asked, "Do you like raising kittens?"

Jiang Ranxu turned his eyes away from the cat and said, "I've had one before, but I don't want to have one again."

"What cat?"

"I was too young at the time and don't remember it."

Jiang Ranxu ended the topic perfunctorily.

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Meng Weishen doesn't like to cause trouble for others.

Especially when living in someone else's home, it will cause the greatest trouble to others - he summed up this truth when he was living in his grandparents' home during his childhood.

He should give back to others when he troubles them. For example, he should help wash the dishes after school and get a good grade on the final exam as a way to repay his grandparents. He should also give back to Jiang Ranxu, but he doesn't know what Jiang Ranxu wants. He needs to go to the dental clinic, which costs 10,000 yuan a month, but Jiang Ranxu is not interested.

For problems that you can't figure out, instead of wasting time on them, it's better to put them aside for now. Maybe you will have an epiphany one day.

During the second half of his honeymoon, Meng Weishen concentrated on renovating the unfinished house, taking on the entire project by himself without causing any trouble for Jiang Ranxu.

The interior was relatively easy to arrange. Since I couldn't find a suitable bed, I filled the bedroom with wooden cabinets to serve as storage, and the living room was covered with play mats and a toy slide, turning it into a dog playground.

The open-air yard had been abandoned for too long and was originally only paved with a layer of monotonous marble tiles to prevent blowing sand. He put more thought into his renovation.

To prevent the dog from escaping, Meng Weishen wrapped the fence with a layer of strong barbed wire. Qin Shi Huang declared war on the wire mesh on the spot, chewing on it until his face was covered in saliva, but he couldn't bite through a single wire and slipped away in frustration.

Dog urine burned the lawn, so he placed a flowerbed right against the fence, with artificial grass in the center. The apple tree next door had sprouted, and a few branches, covered in white flowers, were poking out. With these touches of green, the yard finally felt like a yard.

He bought the swing and doghouse online, and when they arrived, they were just a bunch of broken sticks and thumbtacks. He recreated the objects according to the blueprints and placed them under a transparent awning.

He reserved a spot for a small pond and planned to stock it with a few hardy grass carp. He would have the leisure to watch the fish and the dog the pleasure of playing in the water.

A few days ago, Jiang Ranxu was interested in watching his construction progress. He moved a rattan chair and set it up under the awning. Occasionally, he chatted with him:

"What do you want to eat tonight?"

"KFC takeout."

"Want a drink?"

"Let's finish laying the lawn first."

"The Emperor Qin has been chewing on the lawn you just laid. Can you lock him up in the house?"

Meng Weishen finally raised his head from the flowerbed, ready to go out and catch the dog, but he saw that Qin Shi Huang was nowhere near the lawn, instead fluttering around Jiang Ranxu's legs, repeatedly jumping onto his lap and being pushed off. The puppy seemed to treat this jumping back and forth as a game, jumping more and more vigorously.

Since the puppy didn't damage the lawn, Meng Weishen felt relieved and continued to work hard.

There was a loud cracking sound behind him. It turned out that Jiang Ranxu had put away the rattan chair and returned to his room.

Jiang Ranxu didn't take his full wedding leave, claiming to have received a call from Director Tan and returning to the hospital to tend to the crooked-toothed puppies and their anxious parents. Meng Weishen was left alone to finish up the yard renovations, and when he got tired, he'd play ball with the puppy.

The two only met before going to bed and maintained a harmonious but distant roommate relationship.

On the day Meng Weishen was piecing together an outdoor doghouse, something went wrong with one of the planks, leaving a gap the width of a palm in the roof. He had no choice but to dismantle the entire house and rebuild it.

As the sky darkened, the aroma of braised pig's trotters wafted from the neighboring house, reminding him that it was almost dinnertime. Suddenly, the lanterns hanging from the eaves lit up, as if the bright moon had fallen into the courtyard. Qin Shi Huang, transformed into a moon-infatuated celestial dog, let out a series of joyful barks.

Meng Weishen's thoughts drifted away. He turned around upon hearing the news and noticed a figure under the eaves: Jiang Ranxu.

Jiang Ranxu surveyed the renovated courtyard, shook the ropes of the swing, and confirmed they were secure before sitting down. His body swayed with the ropes, its edges blurred, like a shadow of the moon.

Something bulging blocked Meng Weishen's mind. He could only utter nonsense: "You're off work."

Jiang Ranxu hummed, then asked him, "Are you tired?"

“Not tired, very relaxing.”

Meng Weishen wasn't lying. As long as he wasn't faced with a screen full of code and didn't have to deal with complex interpersonal relationships, he felt relaxed.

He occasionally thought he should do manual labor, like auto repair or furniture carpentry, but Meng Lirong would go crazy unless carpenters could also get a big job in the province.

Jiang Ranxu still suggested: "Let's take a break, let's go out for dinner."

Meng Weishen obeyed the other party's arrangements, put down the screwdriver, and went into the house to wash his hands.

When he turned back, Jiang Ranxu was still leaning on the swing. As he passed by, the other party took advantage of the situation and pulled him forward.

Unprepared, Meng Weishen nearly fell between the other person's legs, but luckily he grabbed the rope in time. The swing started to swing again, and he felt slightly dizzy.

"Stretch out your hand." Jiang Ranxu said.

The order wasn't given to Qin Shi Huang, but to him. Meng Weishen's habit of obedience, formed in the dental clinic, hadn't changed, so he obediently extended his right hand.

Jiang Ranxu pinched his wrist and placed an alcohol wipe on the back of his hand, and the fine chill penetrated his skin.

Jiang Ranxu stared intently at his right hand, carefully wiping it from the back of his hand to each finger. He applied just enough pressure not to pull the ring off his ring finger. "I've thought about it, and we're not going to be able to have this kind of relationship right now."

Meng Weishen asked in confusion: "What is our relationship now?"

Jiang Ranxu looked up and glanced at him. "What I mean is, our relationship is too distant now. How can I deceive your mother then?"

"What should I do then?"

"We should act more intimate." Jiang Ranxu let go of his right hand and moved on to the other. "Especially you, it's too easy to reveal yourself. You need to learn in advance how to play the role of a same-sex partner with me."