Reborn as a top-notch little wife

Zhong Jiamu poured water in the living room, took things, put things, and poured water again. He walked back and forth dozens of times, and the sound of his footsteps was unusually loud. Looking at Xi Changchang again, he was still facing the unconscious face.

TV giggles.

Zhong Jiamu sighed secretly, and once again determined that some kind of idea of ​​​​saving the country through curves should not be used on some people whose brains can only operate in a straight line.

He pressed his fingers lightly, one, two, three, and as expected, he heard Xi Changchang's angry accusations.

"Zhong Jiamu, why did you turn off the TV suddenly!

Zhong Jiamu pointed to the door: "Help me move my things down."

Only then did Xi Changchang realize that there were two more big boxes at the door. Her anger was overcome by curiosity, and she asked: "Where are they?" Zhong Jiamu answered casually: "Fireworks."

"Smoke...Fireworks?" Xi Changchang's tongue was a little tangled, and pink foam suddenly rose somewhere in her heart that belonged to a girl's feelings.

Zhong Jiamu looked at Xi Changchang, whose eyes almost turned into red hearts, and pursed his lips: "Yeah."

"Then, what then?" Xi Changchang was a little incoherent.

Zhong Jiamu was a little impatient and did not answer. He only lifted one box and told Xi Changchang: "You move the other one."

Xi Changchang had to be picked up by Ling, and then he remembered to ask: "Where are you moving to?"

"Small Square."

The so-called small square is a somewhat empty grassland in a community behind their villa. It seems that there was a plan to build a fitness area or a basketball court. For some unknown reason, it was not implemented, and only a piece of grass was left there.

"Go...to the small square?" The temptation of imagination was too strong, and Xi Changchang had some difficulty in asking.

"No." Zhong Jiamu replied seriously: "I'm going to eat."

Huh? Eating...fireworks, Xi Changchang looked at Zhong Jiamu who looked serious, and it took him a while to realize that he was joking.

I have to say, it was very cold, very cold.

Xi Changchang shuddered, looked at the big box in his hand, and carefully confirmed: "Actually, you are going to set off fireworks, right?"

Zhong Jiamu returned her nonsense look and opened the door from the inside.

Even though the whole person was about to be submerged in pink foam, a good citizen's law-abiding thought still raised its head unyieldingly: "But isn't it forbidden to set off fireworks here now?"

Zhong Jiamu took it as a matter of course: "So what?"

So what? Xi Changchang was stunned and looked at this lawyer who ignored discipline and laws.

I have to say, it's really... downright cool.

Xi Changchang was defeated instantly.

After being stunned for a long time, he remembered his identity and the obligations that came with it. He cleared his throat and was about to start preaching: "Zhong Jiamu, you are like this..." No, I haven't finished yet.

Zhong Jiamu was already very impatient. He frowned and raised his voice slightly: "Are you going or not?"

"Go!" A good and law-abiding citizen nodded hurriedly and couldn't wait to express his attitude.

So one large and one small each held a box and started walking towards the back of the community.

Just like the seven-color auspicious clouds are to Fairy Zixia, just like the glass slippers are to Cinderella, Xi Changchang has an almost stubborn love for fireworks. This can be traced back many years ago, when Xi Changchang was still a child and was held by Xi Changchang's father.

He watched a wealthy construction company set off fireworks on a newly purchased piece of land. After the fireworks were set off, Xi Changchang was nostalgic and refused to leave. So Xi’s father half-coaxed and half-deceived: "When you fall in love, no matter how many fireworks you want to see,

, that person will release it to you, and only to you."

Xi's father's temporary coaxing made the young and ignorant Xi Changchang define happiness as two people standing side by side, relying on each other and watching the fireworks bloom in the sky.

Although it was later discovered that this kind of trick can be found in idol dramas and romance novels, and it was so bloody that Xi Changchang deeply despised himself, but the budding idea still stuck in Xi Changchang's head.

root.

This kind of deep-rooted pink dream made Xi Changchang spurn herself again and again. She actually went for an unrealistic and superficial fireworks, so she always felt a little disappointed. Xi Changchang deeply felt that she was naive.

In order to prevent himself from becoming the greedy guy who wants to swallow the elephant, Xi Changchang has to reflect on himself every day before going to bed, and conduct deep self-criticism and self-examination on himself. However...according to the signs of his blood boiling today

From a glance, it is obvious that the effect is not very great.

Just as he was thinking about it, he had arrived at the small square. Zhong Jiamu put down the box in his hand, opened it, took out several identical fireworks, and arranged them in a row. Watching Zhong Jiamu take out a lighter from his pocket, with a "pop" sound,

The blue flame ignited.

"Wait a minute!" Ye Gong, a certain dragon hurriedly shouted for a timeout, ran two steps to the side, covered his ears with his hands: "Okay."

Zhong Jiamu shook his head helplessly and waited until she stood up before lighting the fireworks.

Clusters of fireworks soared into the sky amidst the sound of explosions, blooming into gorgeous flowers in the sky. Such prosperous beauty seemed like everything they wanted had come to them. The handsome young man stood among them, lowered his head to block the wind with his hands, and lit the firework.

A cigarette. Fireworks rise and fall suddenly, and his delicate outline is vaguely visible in the blink of an eye.

Xi Changchang's chest suddenly felt hot and he felt slightly dizzy.

Zhong Jiamu blew out the smoke and said something to her. In the loud noise, she couldn't hear clearly, so she narrowed her eyes and shouted: "What did you say?"

Zhong Jiamu didn't answer, just smiled at her. Xi Changchang had never seen him smile like this before. There was a delicate and shy smile on his always cold face, like the rising sun. Occasionally, a bunch of fireworks soared into the sky, illuminating

He looked into his eyes, but there was sadness like water flowing quietly in them.

Xi Changchang suddenly felt the urge to cry.

Such prosperous fireworks, such a beautiful young man.

Zhong Jiamu waved to her and made a gesture to go over. She took a breath, covered her ears and ran over.

Zhong Jiamu pointed to an unlit firework on one side: "Go and light it."

Xi Changchang waved his hand quickly: "I don't dare."

Zhong Jiamu was helpless: "I'll cover your ears for you."

Xi Changchang started to feel a little anxious, because An Xin - Zhong Jiamu would not let her get hurt.

She raised her head and confirmed: "You have to be there to help me."

Zhong Jiamu smiled and took off the cigarette from his mouth: "Use this."

This one is safer, she really doesn't dare to use a lighter.

Xi Changchang took the cigarette, knelt down cautiously, and approached the barrel with trembling hands.

Zhong Jiamu covered her ears from behind. Seeing that she was too slow, he finally sent her forward impatiently. Xi Changchang, who was unprepared, leaned forward involuntarily, and then - the fuse broke out.

Climb up.

"Bang!" There was a loud noise, and the sky suddenly turned into daylight, with white stars shining brightly.

The anger of being framed just now was replaced by boundless joy. Xi Changchang praised: "It's so beautiful!"

Zhong Jiamu did not look up at the sky, but just looked at her, smiled and said something. Only then did Xi Changchang realize that his hands were still on her ears, even though they were so close, she could no longer hear him.