Chapter 24 Graffiti
It is the alarm clock that wakes Jiang Shen up every day.
The shrill alarm clock kept ringing for about a minute before the people who were sleeping could vaguely hear the sound.
The alarm clock kept ringing, making an annoying sound. A hand stretched out from under the quilt and followed the sound. The more it touched, the more impatient it became, and there was a faint restlessness under the quilt.
The hand finally touched the square and pressed pause.
The sound disappeared, and the hands that were moving just now and the restless quilt suddenly stopped breathing and lay motionless on the bed.
Jiang Shen fell into sleep again.
About five minutes later, there was a slight noise outside the room.
The person who refused to get up no matter how the alarm clock sounded, quickly opened his eyes at this tiny noise.
Jiang Shen subconsciously lifted the quilt and sat up, then asked, "Yuanyuan, are you up?"
"I got up a long time ago, you lazy sleeper!" Ren Fenghe's loud response came from outside the house.
Thinking that he seemed to have heard the alarm clock just now, Jiang Shen quickly picked up his phone to check the time.
Fortunately, only a few minutes had passed since the alarm was set.
Jiang Shen breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately he didn't oversleep and let Yuanyuan go hungry.
This alarm was set when he started working as a trilingual teacher.
Waking up early is extremely difficult for idols with chaotic schedules. If they have to choose between waking up at 8 a.m. and staying up all night until 4 a.m., the latter is easier for idols.
After all, the latter is the norm in their lives.
Although he set the alarm, what woke Jiang Shen up every time was not the sound of the alarm, but the noise that happened after Ren Fenghe got up.
It seemed like there was a string stretched deep in his brain. As long as he heard Ren Fenghe's movement, the string would pluck harshly in his head and he would get up immediately.
Jiang Shen, with his messy hair, lay in bed for a long time in a state of emptiness.
It was about another three minutes before he started to move.
He slowly pushed away the quilt that was pressing on his legs, scratched his hair twice, yawned, turned on the light, and got out of bed.
Then I caught sight of the socks hanging on his bedside table.
The Christmas stocking hung upside down on the bedside table, with the sock opening facing the ground. The sock was a little bulging due to the stuffing, but fortunately it was still safely placed on the bedside table. If it was placed a little further outward, the things inside would have fallen out.
Did Yuanyuan return the Christmas stocking?
Jiang Shen, who had just woken up, was still in a daze. The two identical Christmas socks made him unable to tell which one was his.
But even if he was not sober, he could still see that there was something in the Christmas stocking.
He picked up the Christmas stocking, opened the sock opening and looked inside.
A postcard and some candies.
The piled up toffees gave off a sweet smell. Jiang Shen turned the Christmas stocking upside down, and the toffees inside gurgled into his large palm.
He looked at the candies blankly, and for a moment he didn't understand why there was something in the Christmas stocking he gave to Ren Fenghe that was not there yesterday.
And put the candy in the socks...
Even though they are new socks, they still look a little weird.
There were footsteps outside the room and Jiang Shen looked over.
Ren Fenghe was clinging to the door frame, half of his face sticking out and staring at him.
When she realized she had been discovered, her cheeks quickly turned red like apples and she stammered some fragmented and incomprehensible sentences.
Jiang Shen looked at her in confusion, and the two looked at each other silently for a while.
Ren Fenghe took a deep breath and decided to finish it in one breath.
"Did you get a present from Santa, too?"
"I got one too! I got an extra bear doll this morning! I love it!"
"Santa Claus thinks I'm a good and obedient child!"
"You received it too, which means Santa Claus thinks you are a good kid too!"
After saying that, the small figure at the door ran away, as if a dog was chasing her and biting her butt.
Ren Fenghe said these words with shame and fled.
These were the lines that had been prepared in advance in order to comfort Jiang Shen, who had a panic attack last night. In order to say these, Ren Fenghe rehearsed silently in the room several times this morning.
So shameful! So shameful! She is an adult! And you have to pretend to be a child and say these lines!
Ren Fenghe ran to the living room and screamed silently, his ears red as blood, and he waved his fists in the air to vent his shame.
Jiang Shen didn't understand Ren Fenghe's mood as he ran away. He lowered his head to look at the candy in his palm again. His eyelashes trembled twice and his sleepy eyes, which were half-opened, opened completely.
He didn't care that he hadn't brushed his teeth yet. He picked up a candy with reverence, opened the package and put it in his mouth.
He often eats this brand of candy.
This brand of milk candy tastes greasy and he doesn't really like it. However, this excessive sweetness is very suitable for replenishing sugar, so as not to cause him to experience dizziness and fatigue due to low blood sugar after fasting for a long time before performing on stage.
He then looked inside the Christmas stocking.
And a postcard.
Jiang Shen carefully twisted a corner of the postcard and pulled it out of the Christmas stocking.
A colorful picture was drawn on the postcard using colored pencils.
There is a big arc in the painting, and stickmen are drawn under the arc. The stickmen gather together and look at the stickman with thick lines standing on the arc.
Jiang Shen used his rich imagination to recognize a vertical microphone next to the thick stickman.
This arc is the stage.
Above the head of the thick stickman, lines of various bright colors such as gold, yellow, orange, and red were drawn to symbolize stage lights.
Jiang Shen looked at this childish painting and felt like laughing and crying for some reason. He was so moved that his nose and throat felt sore.
He knew that he was the stick figure on the stage, and those below were his fans who supported him.
Is this the picture that Yuanyuan drew for him overnight after listening to what he said?
He turned the postcard around.
On the back of the postcard, the three words "ni zui bang" were written in crooked pinyin.
Jiang Shen repeatedly stroked the blank space on the painting, paying close attention to every stroke.
He couldn't let it go and looked at both sides of the postcard over and over again. After looking at it for a long time, he still felt it was not enough, so he took out his mobile phone to take a picture of the postcard. Finally, he solemnly placed the postcard on the empty table.
He checked and confirmed the postcards he had taken, scrolling through the photos one by one until he came to the one he took last night before going home, holding a handful of snow.
Jiang Shen thought about what he wanted to do before his panic attack last night.
He shouted outside: "Yuanyuan!"
"What are you doing?" The crisp voice accompanied by the tapping sound of cotton slippers was getting closer and closer to Jiang Shen.
Jiang took a deep breath, opened the curtains of the room, solemnly sat cross-legged on the balcony bay window, and said, "Come on for me."
Ren Fenghe looked at him in confusion.
Jiang Shen says and does some strange things every day.
But Ren Fenghe still had love for Jiang Shen, so she said in agreement, "Come on!"
As he spoke, he clenched his fist and gestured to his chest.
Ren Fenghe's encouragement, the warm light shining on his back, and the sweet taste in his mouth filled Jiang Shen with courage.
He reopened Weverse and tried his best to focus on the screen and not let his mind wander to bad memories.
He uploaded a photo of snow he took, captioning, "I'm really sorry for making everyone worry. Please give me some more time, I will be back as soon as possible. Thanks to everyone, I have had a good rest during this period, everyone should also eat well and sleep well. It snows a lot recently, please keep warm and stay healthy."
It worked.
Jiang Shen collapsed onto the balcony as his body released all the strength. He let out a long sigh, and the sunlight shone all over him, making him feel so comfortable that he wanted to sleep again.
Ren Fenghe walked to his side. His phone screen was not turned off. She saw the familiar page at a glance, and also saw the photo that Jiang Shen suddenly took of Xue last night.
In less than a minute, the number of comments reached tens of thousands.
Jiang Shen watched Ren Fenghe sit next to him like a little adult, raised his hand and patted his shoulders twice, as if to encourage, praise and comfort him.
"Are you hungry?" Jiang Shen resisted the drowsiness that was coming up and asked lazily with his eyes opened.
Ren Fenghe made a gesture with his thumb and index finger, "A little bit."
Jiang took a deep breath and sat up, "I'll make breakfast for you."
Ren Fenghe followed him out, like a chick following a hen.
She saw Jiang Shen pass by the desk, pick up the postcard on it, walk all the way to the living room, then take down the photo frame hanging on the wall of the living room and put the painting she had drawn in front of the original photo.
The original photo in the frame contained the photo of him taking his first magazine photo in China. Now, in front of his photos with avant-garde and trendy shooting concepts and rich and handsome pictures, there is a child's graffiti that doesn't fit in.
Ren Fenghe covered his eyes to deceive himself and refused to look.
If she had known it would be put here, she should have shown more adult skills instead of drawing it completely according to her impression of a child.
Ren Fenghe moved his fingers down and covered his mouth again, trying to control himself from sighing.
At this time, Jiang Shen had already walked into the kitchen.
Walking into the kitchen, the lingering sweet taste in his mouth reminded him of something.
He opened the snack cabinet suspiciously.
As soon as the snack cabinet was opened, the snacks inside were turned into a mess.
Very good, last night a naughty mouse climbed up the island dangerously, rummaging around at high altitude, and was in danger of falling backwards at any time.
Although I am very touched, education still needs to be given.
"Zhang Tuanyuan."
A faint voice came from the kitchen.
Danger is coming.
But Ren Fenghe didn't know that danger was about to come.
She put down her hand covering her mouth, skipped to the kitchen and said, "Uncle Dad, Dad Uncle, I want to eat luncheon meat with an egg on the outside!"
Jumping into the kitchen, looking at Jiang Shen standing by the snack cabinet with his arms folded, Ren Fenghe finally felt that disaster was about to happen.
She licked her lips, put up the most innocent fake smile, chuckled twice, and rubbed against Jiang Shen, opening her eyes so wide and round that they were almost flashing a Pika Pika light like in an anime.
"Is it okay?" Ren Fenghe pinched Jiang Shen's fingers and shook them twice.
The next second, her cheek flesh was pulled up again.
Unlike other times when she could break free whenever she wanted, this time her cheek flesh was really trapped in the devil's clutches.
The slight pain made her come up with a new solution immediately. She wrinkled her face and pretended that Jiang Shen pinched her very hard, and said hurriedly: "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, be gentle, be gentle, be gentle."
Jiang Shen knew how much force he had used, and seeing this, he used a little more force.
"The names you call me are all messed up, either dad or uncle, dad, uncle, uncle, dad." Jiang Shen listed them out to her one by one.
Ren Fenghe laughed it off and did not respond directly to this topic.
Jiang Shen said, "Forget it, I'll spare you the name first. Tell me, where did you get the candy you gave me?"
Ren Fenghe widened his eyes and said, "I didn't give you any candy."
Jiang Shen said simply: "Socks."
Ren Fenghe then pretended to be stupid and said, "Christmas stockings? Are there candies in your Christmas stockings? Those are given to you by Santa Claus."
Well, what I said last night to protect the child's innocence has come back to bite me in the foot. Jiang Shen is both angry and amused.
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