After Marrying the School Grass

After Ren Qinglin finished speaking, his eyelashes trembled lightly, as if a little nervous.

It's right to be nervous, just like talking to a foreigner when you first learn English, Jian Ran can understand.

To be honest, Ren Qinglin said these few daily Cantonese sentences quite well. They sounded natural, and he didn't feel awkward.

"Yes, you can," Jian Ran agreed with Ren Qinglin's linguistic talents, "You are much better than Xiaogou."

Ren Qing was quiet, and the topic changed: "Senior, why are you called Jian Ran?"

Jian Ran was inexplicable, "Huh?"

Ren Qinglin smiled, "Senior should be called ‘simply’ more appropriate."

? ? ?

Have cat cakes?

Jian Ran retorted: "Why don't you call it'Nintendo'? I think it suits you well."

Ren Qinglin: "..."

There is no Cantonese club in the university, and Ren Qinglin finally reported to a basketball club.

Jian Ran was a little surprised: "You also play basketball."

Everyone said that Ren Qinglin is a handsome Japanese guy, so he should play baseball.

Ren Qinglin raised his eyebrows: "Can't fight?"

"Can you fight, let's make an appointment next time?"

"Success," Ren Qinglin said, "I will wait for the senior to make an appointment with me."

It rained again in Beijing, and the weather completely cooled down.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is about to come, and Shen Zixiao, who lives in the local area, is going home for the festival. Ji Yuanxi has made an appointment to go to Qinhuangdao with his girlfriend. Ke Yan will spend three days in the library, but Jian Ran has no plans yet.

Shen Zixiao invited Jian Ran to his house for the holidays: "Anyway, you have no place to go, come to my house and join in the fun."

Jian Ran has nothing to say: "Okay, I'll talk to my mother later."

Jian Ran hadn't found his mother yet, so his mother took the initiative to call him.

Mother Jian: "Of course, don't go home during the Mid-Autumn Festival, go to Ren's house."

"I didn't plan to go home. I only had three days off. The time was too late..." Jian Ran suddenly stopped in the middle of speaking, and it took a long time to react, "Huh? What are you talking about???"

Mother Jane repeated it heartily: "You went to Ren Qinglin's house during the Mid-Autumn Festival. I have already greeted his parents."

"..."

Jian Ran was standing on the balcony holding her phone, messy in the autumn wind.

"Ran Ran?" Mother Jian asked on the other end of the phone, "Ran Ran are you still there?"

Jian Ran wrapped her little jacket tightly, barely retrieving her own voice: "Why..."

"It's been over a month for you and Ren Qinglin to get the certificate. They haven't met his parents. It's almost time to visit Ren's house."

Jian Rannao made up the picture of himself going to Ren's "visit".

—Sabenin oxygen inhalation.jpg

Jian Ran's words beat her chest and her feet incoherently, "After receiving the certificate, I will see the parents. Then do we have to hold hands when the wedding is held?! Do you have to kiss the first anniversary of the wedding? Isn't it a good marriage? Mom, you **** me!"

Jane's mother laughed "chuckled" and laughed enough, so she comforted her son: "Look at what excites you, but it's just meeting a parent. What a big deal. When the National Day, Qinglin will also come to our house. what."

Jian Ran had no temper, and said blankly, "Oh, he still has to come to our house."

"Relax, Qinglin's parents are very talkative, so you should go to a friend's house for a few days. By the way, remember to buy some gifts."

Jian Ran was struggling to death: "Can we not go and have a discussion?"

"No." Jian's mother's tone became serious, "Of course, Ren's family is a listed company, and the superficial effort still has to be done, otherwise, what do you want the project investors and shareholders to think."

Jian Ran: "..."

Specially, he took out the project and said, of course he didn't say anything.

"I see," Jian Ransheng said without love, "I will go."

After hanging up the phone, Jian Ran took a deep breath and patted her face indiscriminately like a little seal patted her belly.

Ji Yuanxi's voice came from the bedroom: "Of course what are you doing."

Jian Ran's tone was calm: "Take a toner."

Ji Yuanxi: "You lightly shoot, what do you do if you break your flowery face."

Jian Ran stopped self-torture. He looked in the mirror and began to build himself psychologically.

—Jian Ran, it's time to test you!

Isn’t it just meeting the parents of the younger brother? You dare to eat the slightly spicy duck intestines, and are you afraid of it? !

And you are not a parent who has never met your friends. Don't Shen Zixiao's parents just like you, but also want to recognize you as a godson!

But can Shen Zixiao's parents be the same as Ren Qinglin's parents! Will he be called "Uncle and Auntie", "Uncle and Auntie", or...Dad? mom?

…Kill him.

Jian Ran looked at the opposite building. On the balcony of Ren Qinglin's bedroom was a boy who was eating sugar cane, looking at his body, not Ren Qinglin.

In other words, Ren Qinglin should have also received the news. He didn't take the initiative to mention this to himself. Is it because he has been too busy studying recently?

—It's okay. The freshman has only been in class for a few days, so what can I do?

The day after tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and time is running out, so he hasn't even bought a gift yet.

Thinking of this, Jian Ran picked up the phone and sent a message to Ren Qinglin.

Jian Ranranran: Well, what do your parents like.

.R:?

Gan!

You don't have to pretend in front of Dad.

Jian Ranranran: I'm going to your house to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival, let alone you don't know. 【冷冷.jpg】

.R: Well, it’s okay for seniors to come, don’t need to bring gifts.

Jian Ranranran: No, I can't afford to lose this person. Don't bring it when you come to my house if you have the ability.

.R: Does the senior have a class tomorrow afternoon?

Jian Ran flipped through the class schedule.

Jian Ranranran: There is a section, it ends at four o'clock.

.R: Then I take my senior to the mall to buy gifts?

Jian Ranranran: OJBK. By the way, your roommate has eaten sugar cane for so long?

.R: Sugarcane?

Jian Ran looked up and saw Ren Qinglin walking out of the opposite bedroom.

.R: Senior...He is playing flute. [Bai Zhantang is embarrassed and polite.jpg]

Jian Ranran: [Metro grandpa looks at the phone.jpg]

In the afternoon, Jian Ran supported his chin with one hand and turned the coin with the back of the other hand. Ten minutes before get out of class, he couldn't help but yawned and started fishing time.

Shen Zixiao, who was on the side, lowered his head and typed frantically, and Jian Ran bumped his shoulder, "Who are you chatting with? This lesson has never stopped."

Shen Zixiao didn't look up, "Goddess."

Jian Ran was shocked, "Isn't your goddess Lin Chiling?"

"It's a girl from the law department. She met in the animation club in the same class as us. I'll show you her picture." Shen Zixiao pulled out a cos photo and showed Jian Ran, "What do you think?"

Jian Ran commented: "beautiful."

Shen Zixiao was satisfied, "The moment I saw her, I was drunk in her dimples-what to eat at night?"

Jian Ran said, "I have something to go out. I don't know when I will be back. You can eat it yourself."

Shen Zixiao was still immersed in the chat with the goddess, "Success."

Jian Ran yawned again, and the two girls sitting behind him suddenly became agitated—

"Isn't that Ren Qinglin?"

"Really, who is he waiting for."

"Anyway, it's not here to wait for me, take a picture first."

Jian Ran raised her head and looked out the window.

Ren Qing stood by the corridor, with a white T-shirt and a black denim jacket, playing with her mobile phone. As soon as the bell rang after class, he put away the phone and looked into the classroom.

Jian Ran quickly looked away and said to Shen Zixiao, "I'm leaving now, and take the book back to the bedroom for me."

Among the crowd, Ren Qinglin saw Jian Ran at a glance.

Jian Ran is dressed casually today, with the words "lack of sleep" printed on the blue sweater, and two dull hairs on her head that are very suitable for the scene.

Ren Qinglin raised his eyebrows—well, today's senior is still a bit cute.

"Where to buy?" Jian Ran said lazily, "Sanlitun or Yintai Center-take the subway?"

Ren Qinglin shook the car key in his hand, "Drive."

Ren Qinglin's car is a black Cayenne, which looks quite low-key. Jian Ran got on the co-pilot and suddenly thought of a question.

"How long have you been holding your driver's license?"

Ren Qinglin: "Two months."

Jian Ran was silent for a while, "Can you do it?"

"What do you think of the senior?" Ren Qinglin wanted to laugh, "I still have an'internship' sign on the back of my car."

Jian Ran buckled his seat belt firmly and sat down tightly. "Drive slowly. Let's change if we don't rush in time."

Ren Qinglin suffocated a smile and started the car, "Okay."

During the off-peak hours, the road conditions were good, and Ren Qinglin drove very steadily without any major problems. When they arrived at the mall, parking became a problem. The underground parking lot was almost full. The two wandered for a long time before finding a parking space with a high degree of difficulty.

There are two SUVs parked next to the parking space, leaving them limited space, and Ren Qinglin's Cayenne is not a small car.

Jian Ran said: "Should I go down and help you command?"

"No." Ren Qinglin turned the steering wheel with one hand, reverse gear, throttle, and the car stopped firmly in the center of the parking space.

Jian Ran looked a little confused.

For a while, it was particularly popular on Douyin to take short videos of boys playing the steering wheel with one hand. Jian Ran also saw a few of them, but none of them were more pleasing to the eye than Ren Qinglin's actions just now.

Ren Qinglin's fingers are slender, with well-defined joints, his nails are clean and tidy, and he wears a black wrist watch. Jian Ran couldn't help but glanced a few more times.

Ren Qinglin:?

"Do I have anything in my hands?"

"No," Jian Ran said with a guilty conscience, "I think the steering wheel of this car is pretty."

When the two entered the mall, they went straight to the subject without wandering around. Ren Qinglin picked two bags for his mother, a set of cosmetics, bought cigarettes and wine for his father, and finally chose some supplements such as bird's nest and ginseng. Jian Ran followed him, with only one task-to be responsible for swiping the card.

Jian Ran asked Ren Qinglin: "Do you have the illusion of being nurtured?"

Ren Qinglin nodded in face, "Yes."

Jian Ran was happy, "How do you feel?"

"It's cool." Ren Qinglin said, "I hope to be taken care of by the senior a few more times."

"Forget it, seniors can't afford it."

"Don't, I'm very cheap, 500 yuan a month, seniors think about it?"

"Fuck, you are really addicted to acting..."

When passing by an internet celebrity milk tea shop, Ren Qinglin asked him: "Would you like to drink milk tea?"

Jian Ran glanced at the line, hesitated and said, "There are a lot of people."

"You find a place to sit and wait for me, I'll go to the row, what would you like to drink?"

Jian Ran: "Zhizhitaotao, don't make a mistake this time."

Ren Qinglin smiled, "I didn't drink this time, of course it can't be wrong."

Jian Ran walked for a while with shopping bags, and finally found a place to rest.

This is a small compartment with a row of sofas, tables, sockets, and drinks vending machines.

Jian Ran found an empty seat to sit down. He is usually the most annoyed of shopping. The person who can run for two hours on the basketball court feels that his leg is about to break after spending half an hour with his mother. Although Ren Qinglin moved fast today, he didn't walk much, but he was still too tired.

Holding two cups of milk tea, Ren Qinglin sent a message to Jian Ran: Where is the senior?

Jane Ranran: [Picture]

Jian Ranranran: It's just across from this store.

Ren Qinglin found the shop in the picture according to his memory, and saw his senior lying on the table lazily, his eyes half-squinted, like a beautiful lazy cat.

Ren Qinglin raised his head and glanced at the sign on the compartment, which was written in five big characters with a cute pink brush:

Boyfriend depository.