Wait till the sun rises

The full glass of wine in front of Xia Yang was finally settled by Xu Jiming and Xia Yang together.

Although Xu Jiming did hide a little thought when pouring wine, he knew that getting drunk was very uncomfortable.Xia Yang's drinking capacity is not good, he knows it, and he doesn't want Xia Yang to suffer from it.

Xia Yang doesn't smoke, doesn't drink, and can cook. He is simply a good man in the new century.

Xu Jiming turned the empty wine glass in his hand, then glanced at Grandpa Xia who was sitting opposite, and comforted himself that Grandpa was here, even if Xia Yang was drunk, he couldn't do anything.

This house, with its glass doors, has very poor sound insulation.

Xu Jiming silently lit a candle in his heart, thinking about when he would be able to eat and wipe away people.After all, this kind of thing has a sense of ritual in his heart.If he really used Xia Yang completely, he probably wouldn't be as uncertain as he is now, right?

Xu Jiming pushed the wine glass aside and said, "By the way, Grandpa, what furniture do we need to add tomorrow?"

Grandpa Xia tore his gaze away from the wine bottle that was far away from him, and said sullenly, "Let Yang Yang tell you."

Xia Yang laughed, and reached out to pick up the wine bottle beside him. Grandpa Xia's eyes lit up, and he handed over the glass without his grandson saying a word.

Xia Yang added some wine and said, "Grandfather, are you satisfied now?"

Grandpa Xia took a sip of his wine, narrowed his eyes, and said, "It's been a long time since I've had a drink, you're so stingy."

Xia Yang turned to Xu Jiming and said, "The sofa, coffee table, and wardrobe are almost all replaced. After using them for many years, the doors are almost falling apart, and they have to be repaired and repaired."

Grandpa Xia said: "Well, that's right. Since this is my home in the future, it will naturally be changed. I think it's better to change them all."

Xia Yang nodded and said, "Then let's go to the furniture store tomorrow."

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Grandpa Xia was full of energy. He followed his two grandsons around the furniture city for a few hours in the morning, but in the afternoon he was unwilling to move no matter what.

Grandpa Xia leaned on the sofa and waved his hands: "You two go in the afternoon, my old bones can't take it anymore."

When setting off in the afternoon, Xia Yang said: "Grandpa, they brought the sofa over in the afternoon. I told them about the old sofa, and they will take it away when they leave. You just need to open the door."

"Got it." Grandpa Xia waved his hand, "Let's go."

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Xia Yang took a few steps forward, then turned back.Xu Jiming followed him back and asked, "What's wrong?"

Xia Yang pointed to a rattan chair, his eyes lit up: "Look at that."

Before coming to City B, there was always a rattan chair in the back garden of Xia Yang's house.For a while when they were young, what Xu Jiming and Xia Yang loved most was to compete with Grandpa Xia for the ownership of the rattan chair.

Most of the time, it was Grandpa Xia who surrendered, while Xia Yang and Xu Jiming occupied the rattan chair and dangled on it.

Later, Xia Yang went to Longcheng City to study in high school and rented a house without wicker chairs.Later, the house in Xia Yang's hometown was demolished, Xia Yang and Grandpa Xia came to City B, and the wicker chair that carried childhood memories was also disposed of.

Xu Jiming watched Xia Yang reach out and gently caress the armrest of the rattan chair, his movements were so cautious and full of nostalgia.

Xu Jiming looked at Xia Yang's profile and said, "If you like it, buy it."

At the same time, Xia Yang turned his face and said to Xu Jiming, "Let's buy one."

The voices of the two overlapped, and they looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

Xu Jiming pulled Xia Yang to stand up straight, looked at the rattan chair and said, "Grandpa can't beat us even if there is one."

Xia Yang patted Xu Jiming's arm, and said helplessly, "You are so old, and you are so embarrassed to rob the old man."

"What's the matter with embarrassment." Xu Jiming said half-feignedly, "I like this too."

The two were very efficient, and it was less than five o'clock after the furniture that needed to be replaced was ordered.

Xu Jiming leaned on the driver's seat as if leaving, and as if remembering something, he sat up straight and took out a bottle of mineral water from the rear seat, unscrewed the cap and handed it to Xia Yang.

"Just wait for it to be delivered tomorrow." Xia Yang took a breath, stuffed the mineral water into Xu Jiming's hand, took out his cell phone and said, "I'll call Brother Han and ask if he's free tomorrow at noon. "

"Okay." Xu Jiming took the mineral water in Xia Yang's hand and drank half a bottle. He started the car and said, "Are you tired? Why don't we go to the store to pack some food to take back?"

"Okay." Xia Yang nodded, and then said to the phone: "Brother Han, it's me. Are you free at noon tomorrow?"

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the next day.

Grandpa Xia was lying comfortably on the wicker chair in the living room, with his hands on the armrests, directing Xu Jiming to hang the curtains.

The original dark floral curtains were thrown on the ground. Xia Yang stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, holding on to the stool to prevent Xu Jiming from losing his footing and falling.

"It's done." Xu Jiming clapped his hands, looked down at Xia Yang and smiled, then jumped off the chair.

Xia Yang said, "Slow down."

"It's okay." Xu Jiming bent down to pick up the floral curtains at his feet, Xia Yang helped, and the two of them stuffed the curtains into plastic bags together, and packed up the cardboard boxes and other sundries scattered in the living room. The doorbell rang when he was about to throw it downstairs.

The person Han Rui wore stood outside the door like a dog, holding a fruit basket in his hand and a bouquet of flowers in his arms.

"Good afternoon," he said, "how can I help you?".