Yang Jingxing was very enthusiastic. First he looked at the time and called Yang Yun to ask if he had boarded the bus. Then he worried about Liu Miao and said he hadn't arrived yet? Didn't he notify him as soon as he agreed to enter the station?

When it was crowded and noisy, I made a phone call and dropped my new phone. Liu Miao was so angry that he stopped answering the subway and waited at home.

It was almost four o'clock, and Yang Jingxing opened the door with a smile on his face and greeted him: "Thank you for your hard work, where is the key?"

"I didn't bring them back." Yang Yun walked sideways into the house, put down his bag and was about to open the cabinet. He found that his slippers were also on the floor, so he pushed two pairs towards the door at once.

The two Pingjing college students were now so close that they were sharing a suitcase. Yang Jingxing was unwilling to accept the suitcase. When Liu Miao put it down, he had to weigh it: "It's so heavy."

Xia Xue said proudly: "Good stuff."

Yang Jingxing's eyes shone: "I'll share the burden..."

A pack of pecans, a pack of torreya and a box of fried meatballs. Although they didn't take up much weight, Yang Jingxing was still overjoyed and willing to help. Besides, Yang Yun also remembered that there were tea leaves and red envelopes brought by her aunt in her bag. The Lantern Festival was over.

He was able to accept such a thick red envelope, and he carefully counted the twelve red envelopes in his hands. Yang Jingxing was so happy that he understood: "Call my aunt."

Yang Yun still looked at his cousin with an old-fashioned eye: "Do you have a number?"

Yang Jingxing was full of confidence: "We fought on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year..."

My aunt didn’t seem to have saved her grandnephew’s phone number. She confirmed it after hearing the red envelope: “Yes, yes, yes, yes, I must tell my aunt the next time I appear on TV!”

Ten days ago, my aunt was so busy greeting her relatives that she had no time to talk. Today, she has to keep in touch with her grandparents and grandchildren.

My aunt lamented her life very much. In 1958, when she was twenty years old, she married far away in order to have enough to eat. It was hard and tiring. Who knew that within two years, her eldest brother, who had been a soldier, returned to Jiuchun and became a national cadre?

Fate and luck.

However, my aunt still thanked the government for thanking the party. Now her life is getting better, and the country has given her money. Especially when Yang Chengyi visited her once, her life became much easier, so she said, "Xingxing wants to see me too!"

Yang Jingxing promised to go when he had the opportunity, but my aunt's seventy years of life experience was not that easy to fool, so she had to set a date!

After "a cadre older than Yang Guoyun" finally coaxed her aunt, the three female college students had already gone upstairs to study the bookshelf. Women's thinking is so strange but they can be combined together. He Peiyuan herself wrote "Yang Jingxing Piano"

"Sonata Collection" would make the composer laugh at his shamelessness even if he put it on the shelf. Today, Liu Miao is doing his best as a childhood sweetheart, but it's not enough, so he wants to find symphonies too.

Other books were more serious. Liu Miao remembered that the Pulitzer also had a music award. Yang Jingxing was praised by Xinwen Network, so why should he look up to the Pulitzer? He wouldn't go even if he begged him...

Liu Miao had no time to quarrel and wanted to wash her face, so she invited Yang Yun to join her.

It seems that the three Jiuchun girls got closer after taking a bus together. Liu Miao also invited Yang Yun to put on makeup together. Yang Yun really didn't have that habit. In order to turn off the enthusiasm, he even asked his cousin to help him.

Testify, but Liu Miao didn't believe Yang Jingxing. Who hasn't put on blush, eye shadow and beauty mark on Children's Day? Now it's just lipstick.

Liu Miao only brought two and asked Yang Yun to choose one first: "It's different, otherwise I would think that Jiuchun people can't afford lipstick."

Yang Jingxing, who was pinching walnuts to eat, raised his eyes and asked, "Who thought?"

Liu Miao glanced: "Puhai woman!"

Yang Jingxing suddenly became excited: "Three heroes fighting Lu Bu? It's interesting."

Liu Miao frowned and looked coldly: "What do you mean?"

Xia Xue laughed, and Yang Yun also laughed but was still embarrassed: "I don't know how, I rarely use it."

"Help you." Liu Miao rolled up his sleeves: "You must learn to go abroad, let's take a one-on-one course..."

Yang Yun was fooled. Once she chose the lipstick, cream, cream, pen, brush, powder and liquid all came out.

Yang Jingxing is still a pure man: "Hold on tight, otherwise I will think you are targeting me after get off work."

Xia Xue tied up her hair and was about to do something to herself, but she had to ask Liu Miao: "Should this be done first?"

Yang Jingxing remembered: "What to drink?" He didn't have much choice.

After all, he was still a student and was not so meticulous. Liu Miao worked on Yang Yun's face for more than ten minutes before calling it a day. After all, he was young and had good foundation, and the effect was very good. Yang Yun himself was a little shy when he looked in the mirror, but he wanted to see more.

Eye.

"You don't feel anything." Liu Miao turned to Xia Xue and warned: "Just don't wipe it randomly, especially when eating."

Yang Yun felt a psychological burden: "My eyes sometimes feel uncomfortable...can they be washed?"

Xia Xueha: “It’s hard to accept the reality after washing it.”

Yang Jingxing was upstairs pretending to be mysophobic, but he was actually peeking at it: "It looks best if it's washed clean."

Liu Miao raised her face and looked up. Xia Xue noticed that her lover's eyes were very rude and tried to cheer him up. However, there was a smile on his face. Yang Yun thought he was doing something above and raised his neck to take a look.

Yang Jingxing moved the rag in his hand mechanically on the railing: "What are you looking at?"

Liu Miao was impressed: "You are very ambitious, aren't you?"

Yang Jingxing defended: "What is high-end or not? I always think natural ones are the best."

"What's unnatural?" Liu Miao was quite proud of her craftsmanship and told Yang Yun bluntly: "He Peiyuan, look carefully, just look at the face. In fact, her nose, eyes, and mouth are nothing... She definitely doesn't dare to take a close-up."

Yang Yun could only smile, but Xia Xue reminded: "Did you preset a position?"

Yang Jingxing, who didn't dare to bite at first, burst out laughing.

Although she seemed to have some prejudice against Puhai women, Miss Jiuchun still reminded Yang Jingxing to pick it up after applying it. Yang Jingxing dismissed it.

, how can there be such rules? It’s only a few steps away. But he didn’t pretend to be anything like it. After a few minutes, when he heard the sound of the door opening, he immediately jumped up.

He Peiyuan was holding fruit in one hand and wanted to get slippers from the cabinet. She asked seriously: "How long has it been?"

"In a moment." Yang Jingxing said in a lower voice: "Didn't you lose the key?"

He Peiyuan didn't hear it and went directly over: "Hi."

"Hi!" Liu Miao's tone was a bit exaggerated.

It’s really warm and friendly. If the women could realize the tacit understanding between them in dressing up, it would definitely be more surprising and warm. However, I couldn’t take care of it for the moment. There were many varieties in He Peiyuan’s bag: “Let’s eat some fruit first.

The little oranges are quite sweet..."

Liu Miao then stretched out her hand: "The color of the cherry is so beautiful."

He Peiyuan refused: "I'll go wash it off."

Yang Jingxing expressed his positive attitude: "I'll let you guys chat."

He Peiyuan ignored her so resolutely, turned around and turned around to ask: "Where is classmate Yang Yun?"

Yang Yun was not surprised that the Puhai woman knew the situation so well: "We didn't get together, she went back to school."

Yang Jingxing still followed his girlfriend, watching the girl lay out a row of boxes, pretending to be surprised: "There are so many, and you're skipping work again?"

"I bought it at noon. Wang Rui just sent it to me." He Peiyuan said matter-of-factly, "Has Zhang Yijie called?"

Yang Jingxing shook his head: "Don't wash so many. One kind is enough. It will cause odors to be transferred."

He Peiyuan was about to whisper a lesson: "I've seen it all..."

Yang Jingxing: "Where did you hide all the so much you bought at noon?"

He Peiyuan looked at the rogue and had the expression of a girlfriend: "There were originally two boxes of blueberries and cherries, and they didn't leave any mangosteens or raisins."

Yang Jingxing was funny: "I didn't ask you if you had any guests?"

"Pretend to be generous." He Peiyuan chuckled and returned to her capable expression: "Get another plate, a round glass one."

"Eat it quickly." After putting the fruit plate on the coffee table, He Peiyuan discovered that the main players of the Chinese orchestra were complimenting each other on TV. She was a little surprised: "Did you put it there?" But it was not enough to make fun of.

Degree.

Yang Jingxing was very selfless: "Look at your working environment."

He Peiyuan solemnly declared, almost a warning: "You can't believe it, it's completely different from life."

Xia Xue smiled and nodded: "I understand."

Yang Jingxing was sensitive: "Where do you get this experience?"

Xia Xue approached her lover: "Our reporter Liu Miao."

He Peiyuan reported: "There was a documentary that filmed a section of us..."

Liu Miao nodded: "I saw it."

He Peiyuan was even more confident: "What did he say? I have never heard such words in my many years of knowing him."

Yang Jingxing argued aggrievedly: "Usually you don't listen carefully."

Liu Miaohe: "But you look better than in the movie."

"No..." He Peiyuan was a little embarrassed and changed the subject: "Yang Yun is eating, is it fun there?"

Yang Yun couldn't comment: "I just stayed for two days and didn't have much fun."

He Peiyuan was afraid that Yang Jingxing would lie to her: "A cousin and a cousin?"

Yang Yun nodded and simply took the initiative: "I was eleven or twelve years old last time we met. My cousin was five or six years old at the time. I don't even recognize her anymore."

He Peiyuan may have wanted to slow down her boyfriend's quick and cruel treatment of Blueberry: "Do you still remember?"

Yang Yun remembered: "There are photos on the phone."

Yang Jingxing couldn't figure it out: "Don't show it to me?"

Looking at the photos on her phone, He Peiyuan couldn't express any opinions, but Yang Yun explained that her aunt usually lived with her son. Because the relationship between the aunt and sister-in-law there was not very good, they visited the two families separately, but they got together when they were both in the town.
To be continued...