nice to drive

That day, He Qing lay on the bed for half an hour before taking a shower and tidying up, then went downstairs and drove home.

If the weather in Chengdu does not have the sun in winter, it is simply not a place for people to stay. Once you stretch out your hand, it will be bitingly cold.

Several missed calls from his father were displayed on his mobile phone, and he was walking to the dining room with the key of the Mustang in his pocket. Along the way, he met several relatives who came out to smoke, uncles, all Greeted him with a smile.

The family banquet was held in a clubhouse, with about five or six tables, all of them were members of the He family, as well as some relatives of He's mother in Chengdu. , but there is not too much contradiction. If you don't say a few words correctly, you can bear it.

It's almost nine o'clock, and everyone is getting drunk. He Qing quit drinking for a long time after stomach bleeding last time, and walked around with fruit juice before bringing these relatives All deal with it.

Before he reached the last table, the cold orange juice in his stomach made him feel like throwing up again. He clutched the back of the chair and was about to stand up and hide outside for a while, when he was stopped by a cousin at home.

His cousin also lived with a straightforward personality and didn't bother much. He put his arm around He Qing's shoulder and walked towards the head table while walking, "Second Uncle just praised you..."

He Qing's heart skipped a beat, what can his father praise him for?These words sounded creepy.

He didn't take a few steps, and was carried to the table by his cousin. After looking at the elders at the table, he squinted his eyes and smiled again, showing his signature smile, which attracted praise from a table of uncles and ladies. The ears heard the words of cocooning.

"Oh, what's going on, our family is so handsome again!"

"Come on, Qingqing, come and show uncle!"

"Dingli, how did you raise your son? Just take a look at my house..."

As soon as his uncle uttered these words, He Qing took a sip of orange juice and almost choked to death. She glanced at his cousin's expression secretly, and the latter coughed indifferently, "What are you talking about, Dad?" , don’t slander me just for the sake of congratulations.”

He Qing doesn't like his family calling him "Qingqing", it always sounds weird, his name is not as elegant as his father's, it sounds like he picked it casually, probably when he was born Dad is still a sea of ​​swords and swords all day long, and he attaches great importance to this word.

Family, friendship, love, all melted into one word.

Seeing his son coming, Father He suppressed his sense of pride, and the smile on his face was still obvious. Holding the wine glass in his hand, he replied, "I didn't care much about it, I just let it go freely."

After talking about the glass of wine, the elders began to chat with each other again, and the two younger ones stood aside, like the two guardians, with Wuliangye in their hands.

Another half an hour passed, and they were full of wine and food, and the New Year's dinner was almost over. The He family discussed a few days for the older brothers and sisters to take the children to visit the Wuhou Temple Fair.

When He Mu told He Qing about this, He Qing frowned, hugged He Mu's arm and started howling: "Mom! I don't want to bring a child..."

Seeing her son acting coquettishly for a while, Mother He was full of joy: "Aren't these all your younger brothers and sisters? What's the matter, are you still young? Big kids can't take care of little ones?"

He Qing glanced at a two-year-old who was sleeping in the arms of the elder, a four-year-old who was playing with wine bottles on the ground, a three-year-old who was playing with his car keys on the ground, and another Two or three have just learned something, and it took a lot of time, and their heads were big: "They are simply little devils..."

Looking at these children, he thought of Ying Yuchen inexplicably, and he didn't dare to think about how skinny that little brat was when he was a child.

He Qing stood there for a few minutes, sent a group of relatives out with a smile, turned around, and hugged He's mother's arm tightly: "Mom, I've been very busy these days..."

"Not busy, I have taken care of the company's business."

He Dingli's words were like a thunderbolt, so that He Qing woke up and stood up straight to look at his father, only to see his father continue to say to himself: "You just stay at home honestly these few days .”

He Qing stared at what his father said, but couldn't say a word of rebuttal: "Dad, I..."

Slapping his hand on the table, He Dingli glanced over with more menacing eyes, which made He Qing's chest feel tight: "What are you, you want to run out after Chinese New Year? You will be the one in charge in the future. You are a child at heart. Doesn't it look ridiculous?"

Everyone in the banquet hall has almost left, only a few waiters in the restaurant are cleaning, picking up the wine bottles on the floor, He Qing said "hmm", the keys in his hand were wet with sweat, Said: "Dad, what are the arrangements for tomorrow?"

He is the son of He's eldest son in the New Year's Eve, and his cousin hasn't left yet. He really shouldn't go out to play with friends every day. His father is probably still talking about him going to the hot spring with Fengtang in the early morning. After all, he left this morning In a hurry, I slipped away without saying hello, that's wrong.

But, but tomorrow I made an appointment with Ying and Jiang to pick out some furniture.

His father usually doesn't care much about his affairs, but he is watching closely these few days of the Chinese New Year, and he doesn't dare to run around anymore.

He Dingli reached out to get the cigarette case and mobile phone stacked on the table, and He Qing took the clothes and jacket for his father to put on. The father and son were in front of each other, and He's mother was arranging the handbags in the back, and said while walking: "Ding Li, don't lose your temper with your son..."

After being told this, He Dingli stared blankly and said, "I lost my temper with him? I think he is playing so much that he doesn't know his last name!"

He Qing didn't dare to speak loudly in the back, her peach blossom eyes rolled around, and she replied in a cat's voice: "My surname is Hebei."

"I thought your surname was Ying,"

He Dingli said abruptly, he stopped, turned around, the toes of his leather shoes rubbed against the thick carpet, he frowned and looked at his son who was standing still, and said with a sneer: "You let a few items out gone?"

My grass?

My dad won't know about it, will he?

Anyway, He Qing is also an experienced man. After carefully observing his father's expression, he felt that there should be no big problem. He reacted very quickly on the spot. The paleness on his face stayed for a second, and then turned into a pile of paleness in an instant. He said with a smile, "Dad...those projects are not very interesting."

Putting his hands on his hips and resting for a while, He Dingli nodded, panting, his slightly cloudy eyes cleared up quite a bit: "But, son, this is not an excuse for you to give up the project."

"It's just a favor... Besides, it's a project I'm fighting for myself, so I didn't delay Gabe a bit."

After squinting, He Qing walked a few steps closer to his father, her tone softened a bit: "Also, the Takata airbag recall, isn't someone helping me settle it?"

After he finished speaking, He Dingli had a complicated expression on his face. Seeing that he hadn't said a word, he beckoned in exchange for He's mother, and asked her to help him out.

He Qing was walking behind her parents with her head sullen, still carrying the unfinished Wuliangye in her hand, and a small section of the red ribbon was broken off by the strap of the packaging box because she pulled it too hard just now, and it was dangling.

A broken piece of fluff from the tail of the red ribbon rubbed against his hand, tickling him.

He Qing didn't dare to scratch at all, he was so stiff now, the cold wind blowing in the corridor made his mind clearer.

When the cars of each family were in place, He Qing stood with his father at the entrance of the restaurant, seeing off group after group of relatives, and stood and talked for half an hour at the door when the few came, he stood dumbly. There, I felt my body getting colder and colder.

I went out to soak in the hot springs in the morning, went to the hotel in the afternoon and got shot, and even traveled so far to drink juice at night, I was going to collapse.

It was almost one o'clock when He Qing came home, she fell asleep after taking a shower, and did not reply to the news from Ying and Jiang, she curled up on the bed with her eyes closed.

He has been sleeping for a long time, and when he returned to his home, the quilt on his body became uncomfortable. It was wrapped tightly and well covered, but no matter how he lay down, it seemed that there was air in the quilt. Yes, as soon as I kick my legs, the cold air comes in.

He Qing slept in a daze for half an hour, and couldn't stand the persistent vibration of the phone, so she grabbed the phone and answered it, seeing that it was a WeChat video call, she regained some energy and answered it.

He only opened one eye, the other eye was buried in the pillow and he couldn't see clearly. His limp hair was disheveled. Although it wasn't long at first, it was limp and curled up in a ball, making him look even sicker. Displeased.

He Qing coughed and muttered, "What are you doing..."

Ying Yujiang moved closer to the camera, and the rolled Adam's apple came into He Qing's eyes again, with his chin raised, and the shot was taken from the bottom up again: "It's okay, I see you haven't responded to messages for more than two hours."

He Qing also knew that it was not good tonight because of family affairs, she didn't respond in time to report to the general, so she rubbed her nose, revealed her other eye, and stared half-open at the man on the small phone screen , stretched out his hand unconsciously, touched Ying Yujiang's face with his fingertips, and hummed: "Hmm..."

Seeing his sleepy and adorable appearance, Ying Yujiang felt that He Qing was going to fall asleep in a second. Just as he was about to speak, he saw He Qing's dazed little movement of reaching out and touching the screen. His heart felt hot and he said in a deep voice He smiled and said, "Go to bed first."

Even though He Qing was about to fall asleep, she still struggled to open her mouth and replied, "What about you?"

Ying and Jiang said indifferently: "I see you sleep."

Congratulations went "oh", feeling a little secretly happy, but that joy was swallowed up by sleepiness in an instant, she smacked her lips and turned over, pulling the quilt over her head.

Don't let me see!

He thought the phrase "Watch you sleep" was just a joke, until the next day, He Qing woke up early from sleep, opened his eyes in a daze, grabbed his phone to check the time, and what he saw was the answer There is a projector on the ceiling in Jiang's room, and his light gray quilt is on the left side of the picture.

The sound in the background is the occasional sound of bedding being rubbed, and the sound of shallow breathing.

He Qing's eyes widened, she just sat on the bed with her mobile phone in her arms, turned up the volume to the maximum, and listened with her ears sideways for a long time, she couldn't bear to hang it up.

With this person, fall in love no matter how long.

When it's time to move your heart, He Qing's heart is really unambiguous.

……

The Spring Festival is almost to the fifteenth day of the new year. The custom in the south is to eat glutinous rice balls, while in the north it is the Lantern Festival. They all look similar. The only difference is that the south is "wrapped" and the north is "rolled".

So in Wangjiang's famous family's house, when He Qing was holding a lump of glutinous rice, and seeing Ying and Jiang also holding a lump of glutinous rice, the two of them stared blankly.

The house was closed on the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, and the delivery was half a year earlier than expected.

Ying and Jiang went by themselves. They had just settled down and the house hadn't moved yet. After taking the key, they saw from the monitor that the gay purple Audi R8, who was congratulating him, had parked in the garage.

In less than half an hour, the George Patton also stopped in. He Qing got out of the car panting, put on his coat, and hurried upstairs again, clawing at the crack of the door, looking at Ying and Jiang with bright eyes: "Is it still too late?" ?”

Ying Yujiang stretched out his arms to hug him, twisted his ears, and said with a smile, "It's too late."

After that day passed, when He Qing and Fengtang called, they said that Ying and Jiang who received the house on the day of closing in were very like a big boy, they hugged him and twisted and squeezed, the two of them had never been so crazy before.

Pulling the pillow and running around on the cashmere carpeted floor, they finally made a fuss in the projection room, where the two leaned together to drink soda. He Qing couldn't smell Mirinda, and felt like throwing up when he smelled oranges.

He Qing mysteriously pulled Ying and Jiang to the door of the house. Both of them held the key. The background was the door of the house. They just took a photo from the first perspective and secretly saved it.

Holding this photo, He Qing sent a circle of friends that only corresponds to and will be visible.

Bugabei: The Legendary Love Nest! [cool/]

Added a stinky fart location, at the intersection of Sanguantang Street and Longzhou Road, Jinjiang District, Chengdu, a famous family in Wangjiang.

It took a few more days before Ying and Jiang moved all the luggage to the new home. Gu's moving company took the opportunity to charge some more money, saying it was the processing fee for the Chinese New Year. Ying and Jiang understood it and gave it up.

It’s the thirteenth day of the Chinese New Year, and the air-conditioning and home appliances have not been properly arranged. When the fifteenth day of the Chinese New Year comes, the congratulations say that the new year really begins, and I have to start a stove here tonight and do something. children to eat.

Having said that, the He family got together again and again during the Chinese New Year, and everyone was a little tired. On the day of the Lantern Festival, each family lived their own lives. After making a mess of their hands, the two of them stood in the kitchen stupidly.

He Qing looked at the glutinous rice flour on the chopping board for a while, and twitched the corner of her mouth: "Let me fry an egg first."

So when he was frying eggs, he hesitated for a long time on how much oil to put in, and finally decided to put less, the water was not filtered, one egg was dropped, and the egg liquid in the pot was crackling and splashing.

Fortunately, he has a big heart and courage. He gritted his teeth and took the spatula and turned it over. The voice attracted Ying and Jiang, so he took the pot directly and let He Qingshang stay aside. .

He Qing stood next to him and watched. Seeing that Yingyu would turn off the fire and add fuel to the inside, it slowly heated up, and then took the shovel to shovel the egg.

The oil that was added later is hot, and the water before it has not been filtered out. When the water touches the oil, the pan will be fried.

As soon as the oil splashed out, Ying Yujiang firmly grasped the handle of the pot, and grabbed He Qing behind him with the other hand, so that He Qing jumped up and shouted: "I'm stupid, are you an idiot? Throw the pot!"

"Throwing the pot and splashing you, you are an idiot."

Ying Yujiang rarely stared at him, and was so angry that he almost put the pot on He Qing's forehead.

He Qing looked at the place where Ying Yujiang's hands were splashed with red marks, and quickly found cold water to apply to him. After thinking for a while, he gave up the idea of ​​eating fried eggs.

Although it was eaten in the end.

Halfway through eating the omelette, the two of them remembered about the glutinous rice again, washed their hands and went to the kitchen again.

The Lantern Festival in the north is more troublesome, and Ying and Jiang are not very good at it, so they have to follow the tutorial sent by his aunt.

He rolled up his sleeves, his strong arms mixed the stuffing without any effort, but when he spread it into thin slices, there were several broken ones, and he was scolded several times by He Qing for wasting ingredients.

They had to be cut into small cubes, and they had to be thrown into a dustpan filled with glutinous rice and rolled several times, sprinkled with water while rolling, over and over again, so that they rolled into balls during the impact. It's over.

Ying and Jiang, a person who often repairs cars, have no problem with patience at all. He keeps his mouth shut and does not speak, and concentrates on doing it. From time to time, he wipes his face with the back of his hand.

On the other side, He Qing was kneading glutinous rice next to him, as if he had a grudge against the glutinous rice, frowning with a serious face, only when he saw the glutinous rice flour rubbing against the tip of his nose, he leaned over and stretched out One hand pinched his chin, forcing him to turn his head and kiss the tip of his nose.

Ying and Jianghe's stuffing is lard bean paste, jujube paste and hawthorn, these are fucking dark dishes for He Qing, and he dare not taste them, just stare at him to make stuffing.

It's so simple for He Qing to make glutinous rice balls, just knead them all together and you're done. The soup is light, soft and smooth, and there is still some strawberry juice when you bite it down.

Ying and Jiang had never eaten the fruit glutinous rice balls before. After holding them with chopsticks for a long time, they were stunned for a while to see the red juice oozing out of them, almost thinking that He Qing had added tomato sauce to them.

He Qing smiled and bent her eyes, tapped the table with her fingers a few times: "There are eight more, eat slowly."

……

After the Lantern Festival, Ying Xiaoer didn't have enough fun in Beijing, so desperately wanted to ask for a week off from school, saying that he would make up lessons in Beijing, and return to normal classes a week later.

Ying Yujiang listened to his younger brother's plea, thought for a while, agreed, and immediately called their head teacher.

He was originally a transfer student, and the class didn't care about him, so he didn't have the time to talk to him in the second semester of his senior year. Ying Xiaoer really spent another week in Beijing. With the hair on his head, Xiao Dai rushed out from the domestic arrival exit, dragging behind him a suitcase almost as high as his waist.

Ying Yujiang just came over from Pangu at this moment, and there is still a black mark like engine oil on the side of his neck, Ying Xiaoer's neck shrinks when he sees it: "Brother, why are the hickey marks on your neck black... Ehh..."

Before he could finish his words, his brother choked him up, took his luggage and walked out, and got into the car directly.

The seal on Ying Yu's neck was made by the vehicle that had just been overhauled, and it got under the car, so can it not be painted.

After the new year is over, the major races are about to start, and there are more people playing their lives on the Jingang Circuit. This is a great hobby of He Qing. He can't take it away. All he can do is force He Qing to drive his car fully. When they arrived in Pangulai, one car, two cars, three cars, and four cars all parked in a row in the workshop, and President Ying went down to the workshop to inspect the cars in person.

Although He Qing is good at drag racing and selling cars, his maintenance and modification are basically useless. After staring at his gay purple Audi R8 for a long time, he finally couldn't help but say something that he started a long time ago. Nian thought: "Can you help me change it?"

Ying Yujiang was holding the pliers in his hand, and he was so absorbed in it that he didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, and asked earnestly, "What do you like?"

He Qing smiled "haha", as if he was about to imagine what he would look like in the future: "Be a bit fierce, the kind that can scare people to death once you get on the track."

Cars like the McLaren P1 or the Lamborghini Centenario don't dare to modify them randomly. He Qing felt itchy, so he had to test the waters with this R8.

In the end, Yingyu changed this straight man's thinking, and after he really changed it, he stayed in the garage all day long, and Wangjiang's famous family didn't go back a few times. After almost a week of tossing and adding various parts, he changed this R8 to a super fierce.

The front face is exaggerated, with big mouth and big eyes, and the headlights are cut diagonally to look very fierce.

The body trim was changed to carbon fiber, a large spoiler was added to the rear of the car, and the 525-horsepower V10 engine is definitely much more comfortable to drive than before, and the speed is also much faster.

When He Qing saw this car again, she liked it very much. She looked left and right, stretched out her hand to touch it, went around and felt something was wrong, and then realized that she stretched out her hand to touch the car body, staring and asked: "Why did you put a layer of frosting on it?"

Ying Yujiang said indifferently: "It's too flashy, dazzling."

He Qing: "..."

This R8 of mine is Electro-Optical Gay Purple, it’s coquettish, you put a fucking frosting on it...

Ying Yujiang coughed, glanced at He Qing's expression, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, he frowned and said, "I also posted your Ferrari."

He Qing: "..."

Congratulations, Kanying and Jiang quietly put down the rag in their hands, and put the towel printed with various brand car logos on their shoulders. The muscle texture under the rolled-up sleeves was fully revealed, and the incandescent lamp above the head was projected, which set off a beautiful picture. The handsome face was exceptionally soft.

Pulling off the towel on his shoulders and wiping his sweat, Ying and Jiang raised their chins: "Do you like it?"

He Qing thought for a while, endured the pain, pulled the towel in his hand, rolled it into a strip, and twitched his waist, and said loudly: "I like it!"

Rebelled against you!

① Empress: Auntie, aunt or something.

② It costs a lot: naughty and mischievous.

③Knock more: ask for too much, derogatory.