Chapter 5: Little vinegar...

In the evening, Yi Yan returned to the room to broadcast the makeup after finishing the design that was not completed during the day.
The mysterious local fan gave her a lot of gifts as usual, but as usual, he left the live broadcast room after a while.
In the past few years, he has watched her entire live broadcast very rarely. She suspected more than once that the other party simply had no money to spend, and she became the lucky one for him to spend money.
At first, she was very curious and uneasy about the other party's pride, but now she is used to it. Anyway, she didn't force him to use it. Who would make trouble with the money? Don't do it for nothing.
Jiang Xiche had been busy in the study since he came back from get off work, and he turned off the computer almost eleven o'clock and came out.
When he came to the door of the room, Yi Yan was ready to broadcast, and wore delicate makeup and waved to the camera, "I'm going to broadcast. Tickets for my idol's concert will be available soon. I'm going to grab tickets. See you next time, babies."
After a few seconds, she turned off the live broadcast, opened the ticket-grabbing interface, and eagerly waited for the countdown of the last few minutes.
Jiang Xiche went straight to the bathroom. During the shower, he heard a deafening cry outside
"Ah! I didn't grab it again! I rely on!!!"
This is the Nth time that Yi Yan hasn't grabbed an idol concert ticket. She stomped her feet in anger and even wanted to drop her phone.
Fang Shushu's WeChat sent me straight: [Fuck! Didn't grab it again, did you grab it? 】
Yi Yan gritted his teeth: [Grabbing a loneliness, I am mad at me. 】
She threw away the phone, threw herself on the bed and began to beat the bed to vent.
When Jiang Xiche came out, he saw this picture--
She was lying on the bed frontally, motionless like a dead person. The hem of the suspender nightdress may have been thrown up when she kicked her foot. At this moment, she only covered her buttocks and outlined a graceful curve.
Kinda...
Jiang Xiche swallowed his saliva, walked over, put his hand around her soft waist, picked her up in one go, and put her down on the bed.
Ask her: "What are you doing?"
Yi Yan didn’t have time to take care of this affectionate action, and fell back on the bed again, looking at the ceiling impeccably, and powerlessly said:
I’m autistic, and I didn’t grab the ticket to my idol concert. It’s rare to be here this time. The sea market didn't have to run that far, but it still didn't get it."
Jiang Xiche was a bit speechless. He couldn't understand this feeling, and said coldly, "Go and remove the makeup."
After washing, Yi Yan sat on the bed and watched the drama, but because she didn't get the ticket, she couldn't go in unhappy, and suddenly wanted to talk to someone about her idol.
So she looked at the man who was working with a tablet and asked, "Jiang Xiche, do you know Qiao Zhou?"
"I don't know." Jiang Xiche didn't want to talk to her about this topic. He simply said that he didn't know, and concentrated on reading the documents.
Yi Yan didn't feel strange either, she suddenly got excited, opened the chatter, and talked about her idol happily.
"He is my idol. I liked him very early. He is handsome and talented, and sings well. He won the national championship of "Charming Boys" when I was a freshman. I have been fanning him since then. There were several posters of him in my bedroom in high school."
Speaking of posters, Yi Yan suddenly lit his eyes and looked at Jiang Xiche expectantly, "You said, how about I use his posters to cover up the walls of our bedroom? That would be beautiful, I am sure every night Can dream of him."
Jiang Xiche frowned without a trace, turned his face to look at her, his eyes darkened and said, "Don't even think about it."
Yi Yan said that he would not agree with him, so he curled his lips in discouragement, and then asked him enthusiastically: "Then have you seen his performance in "Poor Extreme"? It looks good, the acting skills are..."
"Yi Yan." Jiang Xiche interrupted her, putting his somewhat cold gaze straight in her eyes, "I am not interested in hearing you tell me about other men."
Yi Yan was stunned for a moment, thinking that he was so boring, and said speechlessly: "Talk about what's wrong? Are you still jealous?"
Jiang Xiche ignored her and withdrew his gaze.
Awakening herself with a word, Yi Yanxu covered her mouth, tilted her head and leaned close to him, smiling a little treacherously, "No, Mr. Jiang, are you really jealous? How stingy."
Jiang Xiche neither denied nor admitted, but raised his eyes to stare at her delicate face close to her, with warnings in his eyes.
Yi Yan understood the expression in his eyes, and consciously pulled back away boringly, "I just made a joke with you, it's boring."
She was not in the mood to do anything for the time being. She took the initiative to let go of the phone and lay down, sighed faintly, looked at the ceiling and said to herself: "If someone gives me tickets for Qiaozhou's concert, I will kiss him hard. One bite! No! Two bites! No! I will kiss him!"
The people beside them moved lightly and silently.
After the light in the room was turned off, Yi Yan did not pick up the phone again, but she suddenly remembered her grandma, remembering her previous instructions, and called the people around her: "Jiang Xiche."
"Ok?"
"When are you free?"
"how?"
"My grandma said let me take you back and sit down."
Jiang Xiche thought for a while, and felt that he should also visit the elderly.
"Well, I will accompany you back tomorrow after get off work."
...
The next day, the two went to see Grandma Yi together. Jiang Xiche drove and Yi Yan was sitting in the co-pilot, looking a little nervous.
Jiang Xiche noticed, and took a moment to glance, "What's the matter?"
Yi Yan explained with a serious expression: "I have always lied to my grandmother that I get along well with you and that you treat me very well, so we will show affection later and stop showing off."
Grandma loved her very much. She married Jiang Xiche. Grandma was distressed and unwilling. She was worried that she would be wronged. She chose to lie in order to reassure her.
Jiang Xiche: "We don't get along well?"
Yi Yan: "..."
The angle is tricky.
"Although they are still friendly, we are plastic couples who have no feelings. What we have to do now is to show feelings in front of grandma."
No feelings……
Plastic couple...
Jiang Xiche was silent and said coldly: "Yeah."
Grandma Yi lives in a courtyard house. Yiyan moved here to live with her after her mother passed away in the second year of high school and her father married a lover. She often ran here when she was young.
The car drove into the courtyard, and the Chinese decoration style filled the field of vision.
In the car, Yi Yan had already seen her grandma who was waiting in front of the door with a cane. She had a rickety figure and a kind face, wearing a Tang suit that she designed for her. Seeing the car was coming, she smiled and walked down the steps.
Jiang Xiche stalled and got out of the car, walked to the co-pilot to open the door, and put a palm toward Yi Yan.
A dark suit, slightly leaning body, dazzling facial features, and gentleman's movements made Yiyan the illusion of being a princess in the castle and being taken off the carriage by the prince.
She stared at her palm for a few seconds, and finally put her hand on it. Her slender hand was quickly wrapped in his wide palm, as if an electric current was flowing into the blood vessel.
This was the first time she held hands with him, and it felt weird.
Jiang Xiche led her to the old man's house, and the two shouted "Grandma" in unison.
Seeing the couple holding hands, looking very affectionate, Grandma Yi smiled happily, piling up wrinkles, went to pull Jiang Xiche's arm, and looked at him, "Why did Xiao Jiang lose so much? Didn't you eat well? "
Jiang Xiche took the initiative to gently hold Grandma Yi's arm, walked in with her, and humbly replied, "Recent work has been relatively hard."
"Don't ignore your body for the sake of work. If this breaks your body, Yan Yan will be sad."
Yi Yan: "..."
No, she won't.
Entering the house, a mature man, but only about 1.5 meters tall, rushed toward several people excitedly, in an unsightly running posture.
"Yan Yan." He still had the feeling of a big tongue when he spoke, and he ran to Yi Yan and shook her hand, his smile also seemed simple.
Yi Yan showed a big smile to Yi Zheng, pointed to the bag that the servant helped carry, and said, "Brother, I brought you delicious food."
Immediately after her words, Jiang Xiche also called out "Brother".
Yi Yan was surprised. Although she never felt that her brother was ashamed of being mentally retarded because he burned his brain when he was a child, she did not expect that Jiang Xiche would be willing to call him "brother."
This claim also greatly pleased Grandma Yi. She smiled even more and hurriedly pulled Jiang Xiche to the restaurant.
"Xiao Jiang, knowing that you are here, grandma specially made a tonic soup for you, come and drink some, it's time to strengthen your body."
Seeing that her grandma didn't talk to herself, Yi Yan pretended to be aggrieved: "Grandma, you are so partial, you don't even look at me."
Grandma Yi sneered at her and said, "You don't have much food for your grandma to make? You can go here often, but Xiaojiang is busy with work, and it's hard to come here. Don't be a kid. "
"Huh." Yi Yan retorted without words, glaring at the man she loved.
Aware of her grievances, Jiang Xiche tilted his head to look at her, and said solemnly: "How can you eat grandma's vinegar?"
Grandma Yi smiled from ear to ear, and agreed: "That's right, why are you so stingy."
Yi Yan almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, blushing to defend: "I'm not jealous, you should be narcissistic!"
...
Yi Yan had to admit that Jiang Xiche was good at acting, and she was worried that it would be unnecessary to show off.
At the dinner table, he always answered questions about his grandma, knowing that he would make grandma pay more attention to her body, and would give her food, and what else to say... It was his blessing to marry her.
Yi Yan smiled on the surface, but her heart was extremely guilty.
After dinner, the two accompany their grandmother to the yard to chat. The night is divided into a square, and the crescent moon just swims into it, sprinkling silver.
Yi Yan leaned on the chair and ate melon seeds, with a helpless expression as she listened to her grandmother constantly telling Jiang Xiche about her childhood embarrassment.
She broke her front teeth when she wore her mother’s high heels; or tried to learn from her father’s smoking, so he stole his father’s cigarette, but was caught and fined to stand for a long time; or he saw a dog mating on the road, thinking that They were fighting, so they ran to chase the dog, only to get a bite.
Although she sacrificed her own face, Yi Yan saw a smile on Jiang Xiche's face that she had never seen before.
Although the corners of his mouth were not wide, he laughed sincerely, showing a few white teeth, and that charming face with the bright moonlight was charming and drunk.
His face value is really high, Zhou Zheng's five senses can't pick out the slightest fault. When he agreed to the marriage, Yi Yan went to his face and money.
...
The two did not plan to stay overnight, and left at a later date.
Not long after the car left the yard, Yi Yan complained in regret, "I lost my life this trip, and you have learned a lot of ugly material."
Jiang Xiche turned the steering wheel unhurriedly, looked straight ahead, and said, "I don't dislike you."
"Then you naturally dare not." Yi Yan looked at him triumphantly, and used the question, "After all, it is your blessing to marry me."
"Ok."