Chapter 11: Satisfactory

Among the various clothes piles in the children's clothing store, Lu Lin chose a pure black hooded cardigan for Minuo, and put it on to appear calm.
Jiang Yan deeply felt that there was a medieval distance between her and Lu Lin's aesthetics on the issue of children's dressing.
Lu Lin took Mino to try on clothes, and a salesperson walked up to Jiang Yan, and said enviously, "Your husband is so handsome."
The corner of Jiang Yan's mouth bends, and that's the same thing in her heart.
There were a lot of handsome guys in the police academy, but Lu Lin was able to stand out and become the recognized school grass for four years in school. His good looks is one aspect. During his time at school, whether shooting competition or field training, he always came out on top, even the college In the New Year's party, he can also hold the guitar and sing a few words.
Taken together, it is decathlon, radiant, and so good that people can't open their eyes.
Lu Lin already took the wallet and walked to the counter to check out. Jiang Yan hugged her hands and said, "How embarrassed this is."
Lu Lin turned his head and saw her uncle there, he didn't intend to pay for it.
Sorry?
He looked at her very embarrassed.
Buying a lot of clothes and brand-name clothes are of great value. Lu Lin swiped his card decisively without hesitation.
Jiang Yan said sincerely: "You are so kind to your son. You also bought clothes for him. Thank you."
Lu Lin replied smoothly: "Nonsense, of course I treat my son well..."
He speaks out, and stays at Quickton.
He looked up and looked at Jiang Yanyan smiling at Yan Yan's face: "Acknowledge that Nuonuo is your son."
...
She was led astray.
small thing.
Lu Lin thought for a while and said, "You will be my daughter, and I will treat you well."
"It's a pity that I have a father." Jiang Yan lowered her voice and said with a smile: "However, you can be a sugardaddy for me."
Godfather.
Lu Lin snorted, "I can't afford a sugargirl if I die of wages."
Jiang Yan smiled even more: "Don't be afraid if you don't have money, just good health."
"Then I still want a son." Lu Lin hugged Mino: "I don't dare to raise the white-eyed wolf daughter who runs away if he doesn't agree."
Jiang Yan was speechless.
He owed him after all.
Driving Lu Lin home, the residents of the community downstairs, Jiang Yan asked Minuo to stay in the car, she ran a few steps to catch up with Lu Lin.
Lu Lin pressed the elevator and walked in.
Jiang Yan caught up and hurriedly pressed the button of the elevator door.
Lu Lin looked up: "Is there anything else?"
Jiang Yan said calmly, "Thank you, your salary is poor, and you have bought so many clothes for Nono. I will invite you to dinner later."
"No need to."
"Don't be polite to me."
"It's better to be polite."
Jiang Yan was a little bit sour in her heart: "Yeah, after all, you are ready to go on a blind date. It is better for us to be polite."
She curled her eyebrows and pressed the "closed" elevator door for him. When the door closed, she waved to him.
Instead, he became an unhappy man.
Lu Lin looked at her, feeling wronged as if being bullied.
There was something in his heart, suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable.
Just when Jiang Yan turned around to walk out of the corridor, she heard a "ding" and the elevator door opened again.
She turned around in surprise and saw Lu Lin still standing in the elevator with one hand in her pocket, and said in a deep voice, "My mother arranged it."
Before Jiang Yan could respond, he hurriedly pressed the button to close the door.
Jiang Yan was suddenly excited: "Brother Lu Lu, why don't you invite me and your son upstairs to sit down?"
The door was closed, blocking the two people's eyes from each other.
But the moment the door closed, she clearly saw Lu Lin's expression loosening.
Jiang Yan turned around and walked out of the residential building. The warm sunlight was like a pair of hands, gathering her whole, warmth.
She couldn't help but look up, the sun was slanting, and there was erratic dust floating in the air.
There was an uncontrollable smile at the corner of his mouth.
Desirable.
News agency, Jiang Yan's desk has been sorted out, clean and tidy.
On the table is an old-style photo frame. There are four people in the frame, Jiang Yan's parents, and his brother Jiang Zhongchen.
The family laughed sweetly, and the smile became happy.
Editor-in-chief Song Xiwen went to the pantry to make coffee, and when he came back to see Jiang Yan sorting out the table, he couldn't help but said: "Before your table, bottles and cans, plush dolls, calendar pictorial...Several things are occupied. The entire table has no place to put the computer."
She has a lot of things, bits and pieces, and leads her life finely.
However, her desk is simple and tidy now, except for the photo frame of a family of four, without any extra items not related to work.
Jiang Yan smiled and said: "When an explosion occurs, you must be ready to pack up important documents and run away at any time. Don't dare to put too many things."
Song Xiwen couldn't help sighing: "At the beginning, the unit arranged to go to the war zone with a total of five people, three reporters and two photographers. In the end, you were the only one who persisted."
For the others, the shortest lasted for three months and the longest for a year.
"The environment is difficult and it is not easy."
In the Middle East theater, what is terrible is not only the rain of bullets, but also the harsh environment, highly contagious fever, beasts and scorpions...
Even robbed casually on the street. The gangster took out a knife and stabbed his chest, marking a life.
They are all young people and can't stand it.
The ambition that was determined to rush to the war zone at the time was also wiped out in these thrilling shocks and the sound of gunshots in the middle of the night.
However, Jiang Yan took it, and stayed for three years.
It’s not that I don’t want to be home, but I’m afraid to come back...
Song Xiwen talked to her for a few words, and when he was about to leave, he saw Jiang Yan taking out an exquisite wood-carved elk out of her bag and placing it beside the photo frame.
This elk looks a bit old, but the size of a slap, against the horns that grow like branches, stands tall, kicks its front hooves, and is energetic.
"The workmanship is exquisite." Song Xiwen reached for it. Jiang Yan didn't touch him, and said lightly: "I bought it at Neil's second-hand market. I like it."
Song Xiwen nodded: "In this way, as soon as I come back, I will schedule a lighter work for you, adjust the rhythm, and follow the news of the nursing home tomorrow."
"Row."
Pingshan Nursing Home is located on the outskirts of the city to the east of Jiangcheng, a 40-minute drive away.
The Pingshan Primary School near the nursing home organized a performance activity of "Show Love to the Elderly in the Home for the Elderly". The teacher took the children to perform for the elderly.
Of course, the school also contacted reporters from Jiangcheng News Radio for interviews and shooting.
Early in the morning, Jiang Yan changed into casual clothes that were easy to move, put on slacks and sneakers.
Before leaving, she put on a light daily make-up, her hair was and she was full of energy.
The TV station’s van was waiting for her downstairs, accompanied by two others, Comrade Wang Huaichun, a driver and photographer, and Yun Cai, another intern who was responsible for taking notes.
The editor-in-chief specially arranged two young colleagues to bring Jiang Yan. After all, she has rich experience and is a key member of the news agency. It is beneficial to bring young people.
Wang Huaichun is a college student who has just graduated. He is very ambitious, full of ambitions, and dedicated to the front line of news events. Therefore, he dismissed the positive news that praised the merits of the nursing home.
"Sister Yan, you are a war reporter in the Middle East, surely exciting, right?" Wang Huaichun asked enviously while driving.
"The stimulus is certain."
After all, you can never predict in the dark night, whether there will be such a bomb exploding next to you, so that you will never wake up in your life.
"I have a chance, I really want to go over and see, that place, it will definitely be able to use its fists, it is news material anytime, anywhere."
Jiang Yan said in a deep voice, "Because people are dying anytime, anywhere."
Wang Huaichun was speechless, so she was silent. Jiang Yan couldn't blame him, let alone teach him.
When she just graduated from university, was it not like him, she was full of big news and social news, as if only those curious, spying, and influential were good news.
Jiang Yan doesn't think so now.
The eyes baptized by the flames of war can see the warmth and beauty of the world.
The nursing home is located in a relatively quiet residential area by the Longjiang Garden, and the external environment is quite good.
The dean is a woman about forty years old. She wears glasses and looks very kind.
She first took Jiang Yan to visit the hardware facilities of the nursing home and introduced to them: "Our nursing home has been in operation for more than ten years. Now there are more than 60 beds and more than 20 care workers. Children send the elderly to our nursing home. You can rest assured."
Yun Cai took a pen and a notebook, and devoted himself to recording the dean's words.
And Wang Huaichun carried the camera around to shoot around.
The building of the nursing home is not new, but the environment is kept clean and there is no peculiar smell.
There are single rooms and multiple rooms here. The old people are sitting in the room with the door open, and they can't hide their curious gaze towards outsiders, so they poked their heads to look around.
"Why are the windows iron fences?" Jiang Yan asked the dean, pointing to a window in a room.
Sure enough, there were rusty iron railings cast outside the window, which looked like a prison cell in the blink of an eye. It was difficult for light to penetrate through the iron window, and the room was dull and depressing.
The dean explained to Jiang Yan: "We often make trouble here, so we have to repair railings outside the windows."
Jiang Yan nodded, and stopped asking.
"Come on, film here!" The dean quickened his pace and led Wang Huaichun towards the multimedia cinema: "This is the latest projector we purchased this year. It can show movies to the elderly."
After the dean left, an old man with gray hair and glasses passed by Jiang Yan and whispered, "Actually, it was to prevent people from jumping off the building."
The old man looked at her with a mysterious look.
Jiang Yanxin was about to question, a caregiver walked over behind him, and the old man sat back in his bed as if nothing had happened.