Chapter 53 Touch his head, kiss his face and fight against the fellow villager...
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The corner of the stairs on the second floor.
Du Yuanshan was paralyzed in a wheelchair. This big star, who rarely wore a skirt, was wearing a pair of funny wide-legged trousers.
This outfit made her look several years older.
"I stumbled onto the set of a period drama." She complained about her ill-fitting pants, smoothing out the wrinkles, her gaze fixed on her injured leg. "Linlin?"
Assistant: "...Sister, the Master said that once the soup is ready, you can just take a picture."
"My leg isn't broken!" Her doting on her son shattered to the ground. She patted the heavy brace on her leg and asked herself, "Where did this brace come from?"
Linlin was silent, glancing at the kitchen on the first floor. The young master, who was busy taking care of himself, had blown up half of the kitchen. How could he have time to go to the second floor to save the situation?
Leniency to those who confess.
"They're borrowed from the studio. Director Sun's next film is a war drama, and these are supports for the wounded soldiers." She pointed three fingers at the ceiling, swore, and shifted the blame. "It was the young master's idea."
Good for you, Shen Xiaoxi! Du Yuanshan gritted her teeth.
"Sister, please stop biting. You have teeth whitening veneers." They are quite expensive.
Whoosh, Du Yuanshan suddenly closed the curtain of her mouth.
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kitchen.
Another pot was carried away by Chen Che.
Xiaochi has made two moves, and this guy is still cutting ginger.
Zhao Xizhi's rough voice came: "Chen Che, please pay the moving expenses."
Lu Ziyu was furious: "I was wondering what good could happen in the middle of the night. They're treating me like a migrant worker."
Before the collapse of his family, he played the role of a prince, a second-generation rich man, or at least the eldest disciple of the master.
I was called over by Chen Che in the middle of the night. It turned out that he was helping someone move things.
Under the front camera, the perspective of the queen face and the idol face was distorted. Zhao Xizhi became a big-nosed Gargamel, and Lu Ziyu became a BJD doll with no pores due to excessive beautification.
"Stop talking nonsense, just move and leave." His disdain for them was at an all-time high.
"Don't be so blunt when you speak." Chi Leyou magically took out two cans of yogurt, inserted straws into them and handed them to Zhao Xizhi and Lu Ziyu respectively.
Shen Che collected his thoughts, and even spoke softly: "I'm afraid they'll disturb your rest."
He was so well-behaved that it gave people stomach cramps. Zhao Xizhi and Lu Ziyu said at the same time: "..."
Ren Mi's mother and her stepfather combined Chinese and Western martial arts and boxing to build this $2 million mansion in just two years.
down payment.
The front yard was filled with bright white moonlight. Zhao Xizhi sipped on yogurt, his mouth full of vanilla flavor, his eyes rolling around. "Youyou, why isn't your friend's house renovated yet?"
Chi Leyou scratched his head at this point: "So let me help her look after the house. The hard furnishings are already done, and the bed for my bestie's room will be delivered tomorrow. I'll help her receive it."
Steam rose from the stew pot on the stove, and Chen Che's head was also bubbling with anger: "Does she treat you like a worker?"
Is this girl stupid?
"Your brother in open-crotch pants asks you for help, will you help?" Chi Leyou sucked the yogurt, making two rustling sounds, and looked at him through the screen with two glass-like eyes.
The phone is slightly hot, indicating low battery.
Shen Che didn't say anything, so Lu Ziyu answered for him: "Don't mention it, if his crotchless brother dares to ask him to help watch the house, he will chop him up."
The girl leaned against a white fence, turning the small door on the bright orange mailbox.
Her face disappeared from the mirror, and the owl decoration on the corner of the mailbox stared at Chen Che. Who wants to look at this stupid bird?
The girl's voice came over: "Brother Ziyu, don't say that about him. He is a kind-hearted person. He even helped me move."
Warm-hearted? Serene?
Lu Ziyu felt unwell.
The first ones to contribute were him and Zhao Xizhi.
Secondly, is this sister mentally retarded? Can't she see that Shen Che has other intentions towards her?
He left the bad things to others and left all the good things to her.
The box of yogurt in the video has a small row of tooth marks on the straw inserted in it.
Want to suck.
This thought suddenly arose, igniting the fire of desire in his heart, and then he forcibly extinguished it.
He's probably a pervert.
Why did he focus his eyes on the coffee cup she had drunk from and the straw she had bitten?
Lu Ziyu and Zhao Xizhi got into the car with the windows rolled down. Chi Leyou waved his phone and said goodbye to them.
Chen Che on the screen and Lu Ziyu in the car stared at each other, and Chen Che made a gesture of closing his lips to him.
This once again aroused Lu Ziyu's dissatisfaction. The emperor was far away and he had to go against his cousin.
Lu Ziyu waved his hand towards Chi Leyou, and the girl walked around to the side of the cab: "Brother Ziyu?"
"Do you know why my cousin helps you?" He opened the conversation with a powerful bomb.
Zhao Xizhi, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was pressing his solar plexus. Why was Lu Ziyu always arguing with Chen Che? Wasn't he afraid of death?
Even Chen Che's breathing felt hot. The words he wanted to say were erased by an eraser, and he couldn't make a single sound like a stuck record.
Chi Leyou scratched her head. Chen Che was very nice to her, but she was also not bad to him. She helped him get his salary.
"We are from the same hometown." She said firmly, "Fellow villagers help each other."
Lu Ziyu, who was sitting in the driver's seat and driving his cousin's luxury car, took one hand off the steering wheel, pressed it hard on his lower abdomen, and couldn't stop laughing.
Zhao Xizhi rubbed salt into Chen Che's wounds: "Hey, don't you have a hometown association here? Let Chen Che join!"
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At Chen's house in H City, the love bone soup is ready.
Pink meat, minced meat, and messy bones on the chopping board... When Mrs. Wang came back from the supermarket, she heard constant popping sounds in her ears. At first glance, she almost thought it was a crime scene.
The kitchen was like a battlefield, with dishes piled up like mountains and pot lids and pots mismatched. Thanks to Chen Che, Mrs. Wang's workload had doubled.
Mrs. Wang's cell phone rang. She picked it up and spoke in a dialect from the neighboring province.
Chen Che thought about how Chi Leyou and he also spoke the H City dialect, and he couldn't calm down.
Mrs. Wang hung up, and seeing Chen Che giving her a complicated look, she explained, “My fellow villager asked me to bring some maple syrup, and I’ll mail it to him later.”
"A female?" Why did the young master, who never gossips, start questioning her?
"A man."
"Do you know each other well?"
"Yes, she's my neighbor across the street from my hometown." Mrs. Wang's eyes immediately became alert. "You're wrongly accusing me. I didn't cheat on my husband, Mr. Li."
Shen Che's heart was filled with surging emotions. As the saying goes, when fellow countrymen meet, tears well up in their eyes. In a foreign land, hearing Chi Leyou's hometown accent, did he just treat him as a fellow countryman?
The thermos reflected Shen Che's face, with light blue circles under his eyes and the corners of his mouth drooping to the sides, like a child who had been throwing a tantrum all night.
"Mom, time for soup."
Du Yuanshan waited for a full six hours and finally drank the tonic soup that was "guided by her son's future girlfriend."
She was lying on her bed, flipping through a script boredly, her injured leg in a brace wrapped in vulgar flowered silk pants.
Now she looks like a country girl spreading wheat straw in the wheat field.
Seeing her son pouring a bowl of soup, Du Yuanshan took it naturally. She has a good sense of camera and posed elegantly while dining.
Unexpectedly, Shen Che's phone did not take a picture of Du Yuanshan's face.
The movie queen's mother thought about it and realized that since her son was not in a relationship, he had to be reserved in front of the girl and not let others know that his mother was a household name.
"Mom, put your feet here."
It seemed that Chen Che was dissatisfied with the fact that Du Yuanshan's injured leg did not move in the correct position for the filming. He did not mind her smelly feet and moved his mother's injured leg to the edge of the bed.
The camera clicked.
He took a photo of his injured leg and the bowl of soup.
The photo shows red and green peonies and an old-fashioned stand for wounded soldiers borrowed from the film set.
The older boy is not afraid of looking bad and insists on posting it on WeChat Moments.
Du Yuanshan: “…”
He had ruined all the reputation she had accumulated over forty years.
Chi Leyou liked it instantly.
Chen Che stared at his phone—this wasn't a still image. Ten minutes later, his defense failed him again. The soup he'd made according to her instructions only received a single thumbs-up?
What’s the difference between this and a kindergarten teacher rewarding a child for taking a nap with a little red flower?
No patting his head? No kissing his face?
The young master was distracted and opened the air ticket page.
Rich people can also have bad luck.
God doesn’t care how sincere the man who prays for votes is, just like the Dragon King doesn’t let the person who prays for rain get his wish.
Within three days, there are no tickets for first class or business class.
He looked back and saw a first-class ticket available on a certain flight. But the date was seven days later, too late. He wished he could rob Doraemon's bag of treasures. All he needed was a portal to appear right where Lu Ziyu and Zhao Xizhi had just stood.
Chen Che flipped forward and returned to the page of flights with no good seats.
Stop at position 11A.
Ta! The little devil in my mind raised a fork and stabbed it at my prefrontal cortex: "Wake up, your cognition has gone to outer space? That's economy class!"
Economy class.
These three words felt unfamiliar to him, as the young master had never sat there before.
Jack from the Titanic never sat in the first class cabin where Rose was.
He was born into a wealthy family thanks to the Shen family. While other children were playing in the mud at their doorsteps, he was holding his grandfather's hand and strolling through the Beijing International Auto Show.
"Do you like it?" Grandpa pointed at the black car with a triangle logo under the spotlight.
That was Maybach's official entry into the Chinese market. The first car was purchased by an anonymous person from H City.
Chen Che, who became the owner of a Maybach, was happily given the title of "Master Maybach".
While other children were riding on the rocking chair, the young master was sitting in his own car thinking about life.
Later, the grandfather bought a private plane - and painted the Lego model built by his grandson on the tail of the plane.
This "painful plane" didn't fly for long and was hastily sold before Shen Dahe became the director.
Grandpa said to his grandson: "You can't affect your father's future."
The young master who lost his private plane can only fly in first class or business class of major airlines.
While he was clumsily operating the page, 11A had already been snatched away by other passengers.
The young master who failed to get the ticket refused to believe it.
Chen Che: "Ask my godmother to buy me a ticket to Maple Leaf Country tomorrow. I won't choose a seat."
"Brother, my mom works in charter flights, not ticketing," Sang Shi said lazily, his brain working for two seconds. "You're home?"
"Arrived last night."
"Leaving tomorrow?"
"Um."
"Breaking up with your family?"
"Can't you just hope for my well-being?"
Sang Shi choked and said after a long while: "Why are you in such a hurry to go back?"
"You've hit the nail on the head." His arrogance, which had weakened, rose again. Just as Chen Che was about to speak, "Talking about love—"
Sang Shi accurately caught the boasting in his voice and seized the opportunity: "Lulululu, hang up."
Mobile phone: Beep, beep, beep.
“…”
After that, Sang Shi said he would not answer Chen Che's calls no matter what, and only sent him a cold text, telling him that tickets would only be available a week later.
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Chi Leyou made the bed.
Tomorrow is Family Day, a national holiday in the Maple Leaf Country. She looked through her diary, crossed out her weekend work, and wrote "Working for Boss Ren."
From Friday to Sunday, she can rest for three full days!
Ren Mi sent out three big red envelopes in a row.
Chi Leyou didn't hesitate to accept them all.
There was no bed in the empty room, so Chi Leyou simply made a bed on the floor using her own quilt.
She took a certification photo of the "simple crib" and sent it to others.
Chen Che:?
An embarrassing situation occurred, she sent it to the wrong person.
The young master who was worried about his plane ticket didn't have time to click on the large picture, and the photo suddenly disappeared.
In his WeChat chat box, the girl, whom he renamed "Just a fellow villager", withdrew the message.
He was furious: What photos can't I see?
The tone was a little harsh, and the young master withdrew.
In the WeChat dialog box, both people withdrew a message.
Chen Che laughed, thinking of the internet buzzword "confrontational couple".
So what are they?
Confrontation Road fellow.
Chen Che changed the subject: What can't be shared among fellow villagers?
Just a fellow: I made the bed and sent the photos to my bestie.
Chen Che: My bestie can watch it, but my fellow townspeople can’t?
Over there, Chi Leyou sat cross-legged on the mat, confused by Shen Che's sudden emotion.
What? Is he having his period?
Forget about coaxing him, after all, it was he who ordered the "Lu's Move" in Maple Leaf Country.
She sent the photo of the floor mat to Chen Che and said kindly: “Look, this is it.
Chen Che: Your broken honey is for you to sleep with this?
What's his attitude? Chi Leyou disagrees: "It's just sleeping on the floor. Can't we just remember the good times and remember the bad times?"
Chen Che: Even the homeless people under the bridge are better than this.
Chi Leyou: Whose homeless person is sleeping on a quilt with a cloud pattern? My quilt is very soft, okay? I even put a pad underneath.
The young master spread out his fingers, and the pattern in the enlarged photo was clearly visible.
Soft clouds instantly filled his chest, his lungs were under invisible pressure, and a weak electric current ran through his chest, making him numb and itchy.
Chi Leyou added another message: When I was a kid, I loved sleeping on the floor! The bed was never as fun as the floor.
After a long silence, Chen Che asked: How is it fun?
Chi Leyou: You can expand your territory to your heart's content without having to worry about rolling out of bed in the middle of the night.
Chen Che looked at her bold words and realized: You sleep badly?
The other party is only willing to admit half of it: it was just when I was a child.
Chi Leyou finished washing up and got into bed.
The floor was much harder than the bed in the dormitory, and she tossed and turned to adjust to a comfortable position.
Today is colder than ever. Although Ren Mi's house has heating, the temperature is colder than during the day.
She crawled out of bed and looked at the gap in the curtains. The sky was an unusual blue-purple color, and the moonlight was blocked by an even more hazy layer of white gauze.
The lights in the room had been turned off long ago. She slowly got up and, using the light from her cell phone, slowly walked to the window.
It turns out that the white gauze was not rain, but snow like falling petals.
The dark screen lit up again, and Shen Che sent a message, which was also a picture.
On the dry tea-colored floor, a quilt was piled messily, as if it had been casually pulled off the bed and thrown to the ground.
Chi Leyou was surprised: You sleep on the floor too?
The tough-talking young master: experience the life of a homeless person living under a bridge.
Chi Leyou: It’s still daytime where you are.
Chen Che: I know, you go first and I follow.
Annoying jet lag. For the first time, he envied the Trisolarans, whose three suns perfectly solved the problem of day and night.
Chi Leyou: It's snowing outside. I'm going to sleep. Good night.
The spring snow on the other side of the earth flew across nine thousand kilometers and fell continuously into his heart, leaving him nowhere to hide.
No one expected that this spring snow would turn into the largest snowstorm in the history of Maple Leaf Country.
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