The days of living with vinegar

Nalan Rongxin narrowed his eyes, probably doubting what Chen Jiangjiang said.

Seeing this, Chen Jiangjiang hurriedly turned up the volume: "It's true! And it was in a taxi, and the driver kept laughing at us. I was ashamed..."

"Oh."

Nalan Rongxin simply answered one word, then got up and walked to the sofa, carefully folding the blanket.

Chen Jiangjiang stared at her back in disbelief, feeling that she must have been deaf just now, she asked incredulously, "What are you? Oh, what do you mean?"

"Then what do you mean, do you want Ben Gong to be responsible? If you want, Ben Gong can be responsible." Nalan Rongxin suddenly turned around, with an expressionless face, making it difficult to see clearly what she really wanted at this moment. mood.

Chen Jiangjiang pursed her lips, and said slowly: "That's not what it means..."

Nalan Rongxin then turned back and continued to arrange the blanket. When she picked up the blanket and passed by Chen Jiangjiang, she whispered: "Don't worry, I will do my best in the future, and I won't be so drunk like today again." It's like mud."

Chen Jiangjiang's gaze followed her back, and when she saw that someone was about to go up the stairs, she said, "Actually, it doesn't matter if you're drunk, it's just that you can't remember anything if you don't drink, which is not OK. "

Nalan Rongxin paused and continued to walk upstairs without any other indication.

In fact, Chen Jiangjiang wanted to say just now that you not only pulled my clothes, you even kissed me.

But for some reason, she just couldn't say what she said later, she was taking advantage of Nalan Rongxin for nothing, but now she seemed to be blackmailing others.

What a headache.

Chen Jiangjiang scratched her head, feeling that her emotions in the past two days were too strange, like ants circling around a hot pot, and her life was completely messed up.

She walked up to the second floor in a flustered and complicated mood, wiped her face in a hurry, and was about to fall asleep.

However, the pictures during the day stumbled into my head from time to time.

Especially when I think of the person in the picture lying on the side, even if I close my eyes, I can see her face, so I can't fall asleep.

Tossing and turning, using the instant sleep breathing method on the Internet, listening to soft music, and listening to philosophical lectures, Chen Jiangjiang couldn't fall asleep. She sat up suddenly and sighed almost subconsciously.

Hearing the long sigh, Nalan Rongxin couldn't help but sit up: "What's wrong with you?"

"I can not sleep."

Chen Jiangjiang looked sideways at Nalan Rongxin. Nalan Rongxin guessed that she was worried about the studio, so he comforted her: "Don't be too stressed, I'm thinking about tomorrow's things tomorrow."

Chen Jiangjiang didn't make a sound. After waiting for a while, he said abruptly, "Can we sleep separately? I want to sleep in a separate room."

The already quiet air became even quieter at this time. Nalan Rongxin didn't respond for a while, and Chen Jiangjiang didn't go to see her, but just called her name: "Rong Xin."

"it is good."

The answer she got was not straightforward, Chen Jiangjiang could hear her bad mood, and hurriedly explained: "Don't get me wrong, I can't sleep because of you pulling my clothes, I just have too much pressure recently, I want a Quiet, I know your previous habits, you must have a maid in the room to watch the night before you can fall asleep, don't worry, I will wait for you to fall asleep before going to sleep in other rooms!"

"No need, I can do it alone."

Nalan Rongxin's tone was so light that no one could hear his emotions.

Chen Jiangjiang looked over with her neck up, and seeing that she had closed her eyes, she quickly rolled over the quilt and pillow, and fled to the guest room stumbling.

The small guest room and the wall that could hold her back tightly finally gave Chen Jiangjiang peace of mind, and she soon fell asleep slowly.

Early the next morning, Nalan Rongxin got up earlier than Chen Jiangjiang as usual. After going for a morning run outside, she bought breakfast by the way.

After taking a shower, he went to knock on Chen Jiangjiang's door.

dong dong dong-

There was no response.

"Jiang Jiang, wake up."

Still no response.

Seeing this, Nalan Rongxin went directly to open the door, but unexpectedly found that the door was locked tightly and could not be opened at all.

She shook her eyelids, and laughed at herself a little funny: "Are you guarding against someone?"

bang bang bang-

"Chen! Ginger! Ginger! Get up!"

The loud knocking on the door finally caused the people inside to react. Nalan Rongxin turned around and went down the stairs when he heard the stumbling footsteps.

The dim-faced man opened the door, but saw no one, and couldn't help but suspect that the voice just now was heard in his sleep.

Chen Jiangjiang rubbed her messy hair and staggered down the stairs.

She walked to the table very skillfully, picked up the fried dough sticks with the same pattern, and gnawed them slowly.

buzzing-

The cell phone rang suddenly, and Chen Jiangjiang pressed the connection with her little finger, then clicked on the speakerphone.

"Jiang Jiang, what a coincidence, I was talking about the studio with my assistant today. She had a friend who originally opened a clothing studio, but recently she planned to quit the business due to family reasons. She just terminated the contract with the landlord a few days ago. Already, it’s just right for you to kill him now.”

Chen Jiangjiang woke up immediately, and shouted in surprise: "God, Muhe! You are so kind, you have completely solved our urgent need! Oh my god, I, I love you so much! Immediately put Can you send me the address, I'll go right now!"

"no problem!"

After hanging up the phone, Chen Jiangjiang put the remaining fried dough sticks into his mouth in one gulp, took a sip of porridge, wiped his mouth in a hurry, and was about to turn around to find Nalan Rongxin.

Unexpectedly, the man was standing not far behind her, with his arms folded around his chest, looking at her coldly.

"Muhe introduced us to a very good studio, let's go, let's take a look now!" Chen Jiangjiang didn't pay attention to her face, patted her on the shoulder and signaled her to leave quickly.

Chen Jiangjiang took two steps, seeing that Nalan Rongxin hadn't followed, he hurriedly grabbed her and said, "Hurry up, this is a rare opportunity, if we go one step late, we might be caught by someone else." Robbed."

Nalan Rongxin opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but when he thought that if he expressed any opinion on Mu He, Chen Jiangjiang would label him as narrow-minded, so he couldn't say anything.

Chen Jiangjiang hurriedly started the car, and rushed to the house with a look of excitement.

"Is the location good?"

Nalan Rongxin couldn't help but speak.

Chen Jiangjiang nodded hurriedly: "Very good, very good. I just read Muhe's post about my location. I'm surrounded by art studios and clubs. There's not only a big business district around, but also a art school."

Nalan Rongxin nodded silently and remained silent.

"Wow, if it really succeeds this time, we have to thank Mu He, she really saved us a lot of effort."

Chen Jiangjiang sighed sincerely.

Nalan Rongxin at the side looked sideways at Chen Jiangjiang, and nodded in agreement: "Well, I really have to thank her."

Chen Jiangjiang glanced at Nalan Rongxin in surprise, and was surprised by her sudden smoothness.

The destination was not very far from where they lived, and the distance was nearly one-third shorter than that of the Clothing Building. Chen Jiangjiang looked at the neighborhood and her eyes lit up.

The houses here are designed so beautifully. The uniform commercial block design is full of artistic atmosphere, and the exterior walls of some single-family houses are even more ingenious.

Of course, this kind of single-family house must be so expensive that people doubt life, and Chen Jiangjiang will definitely not consider it.

The two stopped in front of a unique shop. Although all the clothes inside had been emptied, it was not difficult to see from the leftover decoration style that the previous one should be selling dark-style niche clothes.

Styles such as Yohji Yamamoto.

It is also the style that Chen Jiangjiang likes very much.

Along the way, the shops along the street are all unique and impressive. Chen Jiangjiang feels that she has found the right place, and she firmly believes that she must belong here.

There was only an old gentleman with white hair bowing his head to tidy up his things in the store. Chen Jiangjiang hurriedly stepped forward to say hello: "Hello, are you the landlord?"

"Oh, yes, are you planning to rent the storefront?"

The old man took off his gloves as he spoke, and seeing Chen Jiangjiang nodding, he glanced at the shop and asked, "What are you planning to use the shop for?"

"I want to open a clothing studio."

The old man smiled when he heard it: "That's right, there is no need to redecorate. The previous term said no to these things. You can take a look. If you need it, use it. If you don't need it, I will find someone to move it." Go and throw it away."

Chen Jiangjiang looked at these clothes rails and hangers that were painstakingly built, and felt very happy: "If it is useful, can we sign the contract now?"

"Okay, but I have to remind you that all the houses in this area are rented for three years, and my house is no exception. I have to pay the three-year rent of 35 in one lump sum. If you are sincere in opening a studio, you can Try it, if you don’t have the patience, then don’t do this loss-making business.”

The old man kindly reminded him, and Chen Jiangjiang quickly nodded to express his firmness: "Thank you grandpa, but we are very firm in our determination to open a studio, and we will not give up!"

"Okay, then wait for me for a while, I'll go home and get a contract."

The old gentleman said and pointed to the shop: "Take a look for yourself, if there is anything you are not satisfied with, please tell me."

Chen Jiangjiang saw that the old man was not young, so he kindly proposed: "Why don't I take you there."

"No need, my house is just across the street, just two steps away."

Chen Jiangjiang glanced at the villa complex on the opposite side, and was silent. This old man is really rich...

After Mr. Ren went out, Chen Jiangjiang looked at Nalan Rongxin: "It's very good, I just saw that there is an animation club, it should be very profitable."

Nalan Rongxin asked, "What is an animation club?"

"In layman's terms, it's... a doujinshi for those who like to watch anime, oh, the weird and colorful villains you saw on TV last time, and also There are some peripherals, such as making those little people into statues, key chains and so on."

Nalan Rongxin nodded thoughtfully, not knowing whether she understood or not.

Chen Jiangjiang was in a good mood. She felt that the breath of art was everywhere, and could get into her nostrils all the time. Taking a breath, her whole body stretched out.

"Ginger ginger."

"What's wrong?" Hearing Nalan Rongxin calling her, Chen Jiangjiang hurriedly turned to look at her.

Nalan Rongxin hesitated for a while before speaking: "I think this place seems to be much colder than Qingyuan Road. Is it really possible to make money here?"

Chen Jiangjiang opened his mouth, and was about to speak when Nalan Rongxin added: "I won't hide it from you, I don't have much money left, I hope we can use it prudently."

Nalan Rongxin's worry was very reasonable, but such a shop is also very difficult to come across. Chen Jiangjiang pursed her lips, took a breath, and then responded firmly: "Don't worry, we will definitely be able to. When selling online and offline together, no matter how bad the situation is, you can get your money back, and after a long time, you will definitely be able to make money!"

"Well, I trust you."

Seeing that Chen Jiangjiang was so confident, Nalan Rongxin had no doubts about her.

When the old gentleman came back with the contract, the two signed the contract without hesitation, and Nalan Rongxin also remitted the rent of 35 yuan to the old gentleman very smoothly.

"Okay, I wish you a prosperous business. If you have anything, just call me." The old man said and took out a business card.

Chen Jiangjiang took the business card and looked at it, and found that the old man turned out to be a painter. Although he had never heard of this name, he still couldn't help casting admiring eyes.

"And this is my son's business card, you take it, old man, it's not good to say something like an accident, if you can't get through to my phone, call my son."

As the old man spoke, he handed over a business card, and Chen Jiangjiang took the business card and accepted it carefully.