Chapter 96: Just Itchy Hands
These days, there are few cars and people on the national highway.
Meng Xiaoyang and the others stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and ran away.
Even so, it was almost noon when we arrived in Beijing.
After entering the city, I could clearly feel that there were more people and cars.
Jian Qingyi tilted her head to look out the window, her eyes aimlessly sweeping over the shops, trees, and people lining the street...
Suddenly, a familiar figure passed through her sight.
When she came to her senses and turned her head to look, the figure had disappeared.
The car drove through most of the city before arriving at the heavily guarded military district headquarters.
Seeing that the soldiers on duty were all holding real guns and bullets, the Jian family, who were facing such a large-scale battle for the first time, were somewhat nervous.
After seeing the license plate clearly, the soldier quickly opened the door and let him pass.
Because Jian Qingyi often went out and strolled around, and she would occasionally give them some fruit and cakes, many of the soldiers on duty at the door knew her, and when they saw her sitting in the passenger seat, they would salute her.
Jian Qingyi smiled and waved to them.
This left the three people in the back seat stunned.
"Sister Yi Yi, you have a good relationship with others!" Meng Xiaoyang joked with a smile.
"Average, average." Jian Qingyi grinned.
Jian Xiaojing stared at Jian Qingyi with her dark pupils for a long time before she bit her lip and looked away.
The rooms in the guesthouse had probably been arranged long ago. Meng Xiaoyang led people there, and the comrade in charge of registration immediately took out the key.
Wang Xiujuan went to make arrangements at her parents' home.
On the Jian family side...
Old Master Jian Dashan must live in the same room with his old maid Mao Chunqiao.
Jian Zhongkang and Wang Xiujuan share a room.
Jian Zhongliang and Li Meiqian share a room.
Jian Zhonglan and He Wenyu share the same room.
In the end, only four people were left: Jian Qingyi, Jian Xiaojing, He Xiaoyue and He Xiaofan.
Meng Xiaoyang still has three keys in his hand.
Jian Xiaojing and He Xiaoyue looked at Jian Qingyi at the same time, and their meaning was very clear: they wanted to room with her.
Jian Qingyi stretched out her hand and said, "I'm not afraid of ghosts. I sleep alone."
Meng Xiaoyang handed over the key with a smile.
Jian Qingyi took the key and went up to the third floor with her luggage without looking back.
There was a single room available, but she was stupid enough to squeeze into a double room with others.
He Xiaofan also stretched out his hand weakly, "Brother, I'm not afraid of ghosts..."
Meng Xiaoyang slapped both keys into He Xiaofan's hands and said, "You guys can handle it yourselves."
After saying that, he turned around and went to the third floor.
Jian Xiaojing and He Xiaoyue stared at Meng Xiaoyang's back as he went upstairs, and they curled their lips at the same time.
"Sister Yi Yi and..." He Xiaoyue pointed towards the corridor where Meng Xiaoyang disappeared, "Are they dating?"
"I don't think so!" Jian Xiaojing pursed her lips and smiled.
I cursed in my heart, [Idiot!]
There are so many cadres in the army, who could be the right one to look for? But Jian Qingyi, that fool of a fool, chose to look for a driver.
But this is also good...
Jian Xiaojing looked up at He Xiaoyue's fair oval face, and a hint of gloom flashed in her eyes.
Third floor
Jian Qingyi had just sat down on the edge of the bed when there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Jian Qingyi turned her head and looked at the closed door.
"Sister Yi Yi, it's me." Meng Xiaoyang's smiling voice sounded at the door.
Jian Qingyi stood up and opened the door.
"What's the matter?" She leaned against the door frame, obviously not wanting anyone to come in.
"Sister Yi Yi, what do you want to eat for lunch? I'll order it for you." Meng Xiaoyang stood straight.
"Brother Meng, no matter who told you what, or whether you just guessed it yourself, I just want to tell you that I don't have a partner and I don't have any plans to find one for the time being. Do you understand?" Jian Qingyi looked serious.
"Sister Yi Yi, did you misunderstand something? I don't know anything!" Meng Xiaoyang blinked innocently.
Jian Qingyi: "..."
Quite pretentious.
"Sister Yi Yi, have you decided what to eat for lunch?" Meng Xiaoyang asked again.
"Brother Meng, I'm not hungry. If you have something to do, go ahead and do it. If I'm hungry, I'll call you myself." Jian Qingyi didn't want to make things difficult for him.
There are some things that even he says doesn't count.
"Okay, if you have anything, you can come to the office building to find me." Meng Xiaoyang knew that if he said anything more, he would be annoyed.
And from what the little girl said, his political commissar is...
Unrequited love!
"Okay!" Jian Qingyi nodded with a smile.
Seeing Meng Xiaoyang's figure disappear at the end of the green trees, Jian Qingyi turned around and left the military area.
There is nothing to do today, so Jian Qingyi just wants to go shopping.
There are no real estate agents these days. If you want to buy a house, you have to go and see it yourself.
When passing by a vendor selling candied haws, Jian Qingyi bought a long bunch of hawthorn berries as usual.
The red hawthorns are wrapped in crystal clear sugar coating, so bright and tempting that it is hard to resist.
It tastes sour and sweet when you take a bite.
Jian Qingyi walked and looked around along the way.
When passing by the sugar figurine stall, Jian Qingyi, with the last hawthorn fruit still in her mouth, couldn't wait to go over.
The sugar man was made by a white-haired master. Seeing the master skillfully painting the syrup into a longevity peach, Jian Qingyi also felt itchy to try her hand at it.
"Master, can I do it myself?" Jian Qingyi spoke only after the master finished the last one.
"Can you make sugar figures?" The old master looked up at Jian Qingyi and asked with a smile.
The old master is also an old hand. He can tell whether the person in front of him is a human or a ghost at a glance.
"I've never done it, but I want to try." Jian Qingyi took out a dollar from his pocket and handed it over.
"What do you want to do?" The old master didn't stretch out his hand.
"I want to do it..." Jian Qingyi pointed at the dragon on the straw target held by the master.
"A dragon."
"If you can do it like me, I won't charge you any money." The old master stood up with a smile.
"What if I do better than you?" Jian Qingyi teased him with a smile.
"Then I'll give you the stall." The old master said readily.
"That's not necessary!" Jian Qingyi just wanted to satisfy her craving for sugar, but she had no intention of changing her career to making sugar figures.
"Hurry up! Don't just talk." The old master pointed at the guy he was eating and urged.
"Then let's make a deal first. If I really do better than you, you are not allowed to be angry." Jian Qingyi said with a smile.
"Don't be angry!" The old master almost laughed out of anger.
This little girl is really not afraid of her tongue being blown away by the strong wind.
Jian Qingyi picked up the sugar spoon, weighed it, and moved her wrist before scooping a spoonful of golden malt syrup from the copper pot next to her.
She imitated the old master and shook her wrist lightly, and the golden malt syrup slowly flowed out like a thin thread.
At the beginning, Jian Qingyi's hand movements were a bit stiff, but slowly, her hand movements became more and more flexible.
After a short while, the outline of a dragon was drawn.
Sparkling eyes, flowing and majestic dragon whiskers, dragon claws as sharp as swords...
As her hands moved, a giant dragon leaped into the sky and appeared majestically on the snow-white marble slab.
The vigorous and powerful dragon body seemed to be about to break free from the sugar shell in the next second.
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