She Is From The Countryside

Jiang Che took the black umbrella from Jiang Lin, and it was already raining.

Open the umbrella and step into the drizzle.

As soon as he walked out of the courtyard, he saw a person walking on the stone-paved road among the bamboo forests in the rain.

The breeze blows, and the drizzle beats the bamboo leaves making a soft noise. The person under the rain is holding an oil-paper umbrella, which is printed with ink lotus flowers. The person under the oil-paper umbrella is wearing an emerald light green cheongsam. Her black hair was pulled up a little with a simple hairpin, and on her feet were a pair of light-colored stiletto shoes.

In the hazy drizzle, she came slowly in the rain.

Outstanding appearance, elegant temperament, exquisite and graceful, with lotus growing every step of the way.

Perhaps the sound of the rain was so loud that it hit the heart, so that when the man looked up, the people under the black umbrella missed half a beat.

The moment their eyes met, Shi Yan stopped in his footsteps.

Looking at the person standing on the stone steps in front of the courtyard in the hazy drizzle.

The decoration style of the bamboo garden is more modern. The gate is a double wooden door, and the top of the gate is a design of inclined piles of ink tiles. The courtyard is located in the bamboo forest, with continuous drizzle and bamboo leaves flying with the wind.

The man was standing in front of the courtyard with a black umbrella. He was wearing a white shirt with half-rolled sleeves. He held the handle of the umbrella in one hand and put the other in the pocket of black trousers.

He has a tall figure, a clear face, gentle brows, and an orchid-like temperament.

There are bandits and gentlemen, who are as sharp as cutting, and as sharp as grinding.

The two looked at each other in front of the courtyard in the rain.

Maybe they stared at each other for a long time, or maybe it was just a few seconds.

The beauty under the oil-paper umbrella burst into a smile, shallowly, faintly, her lips with lip makeup lightly parted: "Mr. Jiang."

The sound came mixed with the sound of rain, ethereal and pleasant.

Her temperament is not in the skin, but in the bones, she is outstanding, but restrained and dignified.

I don't know whether it was affected by the fresh rain at the end of summer, or because of the shadow of the black umbrella, that clear and gentle face seemed to be a little less morbidly pale than before.

"Miss Shi." His voice was just like his own, giving people a feeling of spring breeze, moistening everything and making no sound.

He walked towards her, and Shi Yan also started to walk towards him slowly.

The two were not far away, but they were only one step away in a moment.

Jiang Che closed the black umbrella he was propping above his head, took the umbrella from Shi Yan's hand with one hand, and said, "The road is slippery in rainy days. It's inconvenient for Ms. Shi to wear high heels. Let me open the umbrella."

He spoke calmly, as if that was the case.

Shi Yan blinked and glanced at the rain-soaked road.

The stone road is paved flat, but it doesn't look like it's slippery.

But Shi Yan didn't say much, just said: "Thank you."

Letting go, the umbrella handle fell into the opponent's hand.

Under the oil-paper umbrella, one person becomes two people.

Shi Yan was 1.68 meters tall and wore high heels that were about 6 centimeters high, but they were barely higher than Jiang Che's ears. If she took off her high heels, she should be just above his shoulders.

The two walked towards the yard. Seen from their backs, under the oil-paper umbrella slightly tilted towards Shi Yan's direction, one was tall and well-proportioned, and the other was slender and exquisite.

In the bamboo forest under the rain, it forms a beautiful picture scroll.

Standing under the eaves, Jiang Lin saw two people walking towards each other under the oil-paper umbrella.

What was Jiang Lin's mood at that moment?

I can't say clearly, only a few words echoed in my mind: What a pair of Bi people!

The two walked in the rain, even if they didn't say a word, or even made eye contact, the atmosphere between the two was harmonious and compatible.

Apart from "good match", Jiang Lin couldn't think of other words to describe them.

A gentleman is like jade, warm and lustrous.

This is how the fifth master is described in the circle.

But anyone who is familiar with Wu Ye knows that this is just the appearance of Wu Ye.

Unless Fifth Lord is voluntary, no one can challenge his majesty.

This is also known to many people in the circle.

Jiang Lin has never been able to figure out what kind of person is worthy of such a fifth master, and now he finally knows.

Warm and drizzle, such a beauty, slim, gentle and dignified.

This Miss Shi Yan seemed to be born to stand beside Fifth Master, no more, no less, she stood beside Fifth Master, perfectly just right.

Jiang Lin backed away silently, before the two found him.

Stepping under the eaves, Jiang Che put away the umbrellas, leaned the two umbrellas against the wall under the eaves, stepped back slightly, and said politely, "Miss Shi, please come in."

Shi Yan glanced at the two umbrellas he had placed by the wall, then turned his gaze to him, smiled slightly, and walked into the room.

Speaking of the oil-paper umbrella, she still buys a lot of clothes. The store where she bought this cheongsam was a gift, and it was sent to Jiang's old house together with the clothes.

Shi Yan thought it would be useless, but he didn't expect that today would be a different day.

When she was about to go out, she saw that the sky was dark and worried that it would rain, so she took this oiled paper umbrella with her, and it really came in handy.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Shi Yan didn't look around and sat upright.

But he couldn't help but glance at the newspaper on the sofa.

The newspapers seemed to be randomly placed, which seemed a bit out of place in this neatly arranged living room.

misplaced newspapers...

It doesn't match the feeling of Jiang Che.

Just as she was thinking about it, Jiang Che, who was going to pour her tea, said, "Excuse me."

He put the teacup on the coffee table in front of her: "Miss Shi, please drink tea." Then he walked over to pick up the newspaper, folded it and put it on the small bookshelf in the living room, and then came over and sat down.

There is a bookshelf in the living room, it should be for his convenience that he would read books and newspapers in the living room on weekdays.

There was also a cup of tea in front of him.

The tea was a bit hot, Shi Yan only held it, did not drink it, and looked at Jiang Che who was sitting on the single sofa.

Yes, Jiang Che was sitting on the sofa for one person, while Shi Yan was sitting on the longest sofa. The two of them were not sitting on the same sofa, and there was a distance between them.

Shi Yan glanced at the distance between the two, his eyes flickered slightly.

But he quickly recovered, and said with a slight smile, "Mr. Jiang, you said the cakes would be delivered at five o'clock, am I early?"

It was only ten past five.

"No, Aunt Shen made the cakes in advance and delivered them half an hour ago. Miss Shi's order is just right for me."

He put down the teacup in his hand: "Miss Shi, wait a moment, I'll go get the pastries right away."

Shi Yan wanted to say that there was no rush, but he had already got up and left towards the kitchen.

Seeing his leaving back, Shi Yan had no choice but to take back the words she wanted to say, and then looked at the distance between the two, Shi Yan picked up the tea cup and moved aside.

The distance of only one position is not very obvious, and it should not be easy to see. But when the person who went to get the pastry and came back looked in her direction, his footsteps paused for a moment.

The pastry box was handed to her, Shi Yan thanked her and took it.

Jiang Che sat back on his single sofa.

"It's raining outside, Ms. Shi, why don't you sit for a while and go back when the rain stops." Although there was no expression on her face, her tone was gentle, and she felt very gentle.

Shi Yan smiled gently: "Then bother."

He said "no problem" softly, then looked at the pastry box she was holding in her hand after taking it, tightened his hand holding the teacup slightly, and said, "I don't know how long it will take for the rain to stop, the pastry tastes delicious when it's hot Even better, why don't Ms. Shi just open it here and try it?"

"Mr. Jiang doesn't say that I am planning to eat now."

I really like this pastry, but she said it herself. Naturally, she has to look like she likes the pastry. If you don’t think about eating the pastry as soon as you get it in your hand, it’s not like you really like it.

Open the pastry case.

The pastries are as exquisite as ever.

Yaya took out a piece and was about to eat it, but found that Jiang Che was staring at her closely. The movement of preparing to eat pastry stopped, Shi Yan smiled and asked: "Mr. Jiang, do you want to try it too?"

Jiang Che was slightly taken aback.

She thought he was staring at her because he wanted to eat pastry?

That's right, when he first gave her the cakes, he said that the cakes made by Aunt Shen were delicious, and it was understandable for her to mistakenly think that he wanted to eat them.

"Aunt Shen brought over two boxes. I've already eaten them. Ms. Shi can eat them, don't worry about me."

Shi Yan didn't try to persuade him any more, just took a bite of the pastry.

Before chewing, I heard him ask: "How does it taste? Can you still eat it?"

The tone seemed a little anxious.

This is very inconsistent with his temperament.

Shi Yan was slightly taken aback, feeling strange.

Chew the pastry lightly in your mouth.

My heart is even weirder.

Just because she doesn't pay attention to what she eats doesn't mean she doesn't know how to eat it, she can tell the difference very quickly. Although the pastry this time is very similar to the last one, it is only 80% similar.

Definitely not from the same hand.

Shi Yan's gaze unconsciously swept to Jiang Che's hand holding the teacup.

The ten fingers are slender, and there is a jade wrench on the thumb of the left hand, just like when we first met.

But it's just imitation.

There are quite a few subtle marks on his fingers, which are not obvious, and you can't see them if you don't pay attention.

It looks like it was burned by something.

For a moment, Shi Yan didn't know what it was like, it seemed a little sweet and a little sour.

"It's delicious." She frowned and smiled.

In the past, the elegant eyes seemed to be twinkling with stars, shining brightly.

Jiang Che stared blankly for a moment, put down the teacup, crossed his legs, clasped his hands on his lap, his left hand covered his right hand, and just covered the scald marks on his right hand.

What a sharp and intelligent girl.

"As long as Miss Shi likes it." He said.

There seemed to be an indistinct smile in his eyes.

"But it's almost time for dinner. Ms. Shi should just try it, and don't eat too much." Looking out of the window, the rain was still falling, and it was raining harder than before.

"I'm afraid the rain won't stop for a while. If Ms. Shi doesn't dislike it, why not stay in Zhuyuan and have dinner together."

Shi Yan paused while holding the pastry, and followed his line of sight to look out the window.

It was raining a little hard.

I'm really afraid that I won't be able to stop for a while.

"Will this bother Mr. Jiang too much?"

"Won't."

"Then I will bother you."

"Miss Shi, you don't need to be so polite."

After speaking, he looked at her and asked, "Miss Shi, are the pastries really delicious?"

"It's really delicious." After saying that, Shi Yan slightly turned his face away, pursing his lips and smiling.

The expression on Jiang Che's face did not change, but Shi Yan somehow felt that he was in a good mood at the moment.

The beauty smiled, looking forward to brilliance.

Jiang Che was stunned for half a second, and looked away.

"As long as Ms. Shi likes it, Aunt Shen likes to make pastries when she has nothing to do. Whenever Ms. Shi wants to eat, just let me know, and I will ask Aunt Shen to make it and deliver it."

The corners of Jiang Che's lips seemed to rise, but the arc was very small.

He took a sip of tea to cover it up.

Shi Yan just saw the inconspicuous curvature of his lips, and smiled slightly: "Then I won't be polite with Mr. Jiang, I really like this pastry."

"It's not something expensive, as long as Miss Shi likes it, you're welcome."