The fiery red sunset illuminated the entire town. The town of Vinard was peaceful and quiet, with undulating flowers on the roadside, wind-swept grasslands, and cattle and sheep grazing on the slopes.
Foreign countries have vast terrain and few people, so houses are not built densely together.
Each farmhouse is like an independent small villa, with a French romantic style.
Jing Jiaren was enjoying the scenery all the way and felt comfortable.
Before getting out of the car, Leng Lintian straightened her messed up hair and said, "No matter who you are, you must play my wife these days."
"..."
"I don't want the two old men to be disappointed."
Jing Jiaren was silent for a moment. That's right. Leng Lintian couldn't bring his ex-wife to visit the two elders. It didn't make sense.
And the ex-wife is still pregnant with another man's child... Foreigners are not open enough to accept this.
"What shall I be called?"
"Call me Grandpa, Grandma."
Jing Jiaren has a bad eyebrow and really can't bear to lie to the two old people, let alone play husband and wife with Leng Lintian.
Because this indicates that she will pretend to be intimate with Leng Lintianxiang...
The hand on her knee was held by him, and his purple lips kissed the back of her hand: "Madam, let's get out of the car."
Surrounded by a white fence, countless flowers, plants and trees are planted, densely covering the entire yard.
The villa has red rice walls and is not luxurious, but it is particularly warm in the evening light.
A double-headed palace lantern illuminates the iron carving art, standing on a tall green oil drum.
It was engraved in French, which Jing Jiaren couldn't understand, but she knew it was the owner's name.
Leng Lintian naturally held his hand and pushed open the fence door.
Warm lights are on in the villa, and the aroma of food is wafting out...
Jing Jiaren ate dry food all the way, and when she smelled the hot food, her appetite immediately increased.
"How do you know they live here?" Jing Jiaren asked softly.
"I'm investigating, but I came here when I was a kid."
"You remember?"
"Now that I see these... there seem to be some memory fragments floating around." Leng Lintian pressed his head and shook it.
"Are you okay?"
While the two were talking, the small blue wooden door was suddenly pushed open, and a woman with black hair in a bun was wearing a floral plaid skirt and a lace apron, looking at them with a kind smile.
This scene was too sudden.
Probably grandma had been waiting for Leng Lintian. She calculated that the time had come and saw them coming from the window.
He opened the door while he was still cooking.
Grandma spoke French enthusiastically, then came up and gave Leng Lintian a big hug.
Grandma turned around and hugged Jing Jiaren again, and she returned the hug with a smile.
At this time, Jing Jiaren looked up and found another majestic man at the door of the room. He had nearly white hair, big waves, and a beard. He was tall and burly. What didn't match was that he was wearing a beige sweatshirt and dark green overalls.
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As Leng Lintian said, the two old people are very enthusiastic...
Jing Jiaren was in a daze until she sat down at the dining table to eat.
Foreigners don't like to serve food to guests, but my grandmother frequently raises her home-brewed wine and clinks glasses with her.
Jing Jiaren was pregnant and could not drink, so her grandmother squeezed the juice herself.
After such a long journey, it is really comfortable to eat a delicious hot meal...
Perhaps because of Ximen Longting, Jing Jiaren is now used to eating Western food.