intangible heritage

Jiang Xun was waiting for him in the car, there was no unnecessary expression on Junyi's face, even the redness on the tips of his ears disappeared completely, which made Qin Rong feel that what happened just now was an illusion.

Qin Rong glanced at Jiang Xun a few more times, and Jiang Xun's eyebrows drooped fiercely immediately, "What are you looking at?"

It was fierce, but it made Qin Rong unable to get scared, and instead made him feel that Jiang Xun was turning into anger from embarrassment.

Qin Rong looked away, the corners of his lips raised slightly, his face, which usually looked like an AI robot, became more vivid, "It's nothing."

It's just a bit of nostalgia and luck, he hasn't seen Jiang Xun like this for many years, and his heart and eyes are full of Jiang Xun.

He didn't know why after Jiang Xun came out of the hospital, he changed his tone and said that he no longer hated him.

He didn't intend to explore, nor did he intend to understand.

He believed whatever Jiang Xun said, it didn't matter if he lied to him, he could be used as well.

He was the first to live up to the deceit, and he would accept any result.

This was the realization he made on the first day he came back from Jiang Xun, and he still has this thought today.

Jiang Xun stepped on the accelerator: "It's time for dinner, I've made a reservation for the restaurant."

About half an hour later, it stopped near Jingchuan.

Qin Rong unbuttoned his seat belt, he thought for a while, and said hesitantly, "Let's change to another one."

Jiang Xun stopped in his tracks and turned to look at him, "Don't you really like this place?"

Qin Rong said: "You are not used to eating."

Jing Chuan is a Sichuan specialty dish, which is heavy in oil and spicy, but Jiang Xun's taste is so light, and he doesn't like spicy, sour or sweet, so he must be unable to eat it. The last time he met Jiang Xun here, he was full of doubts.

Jiang Xun frowned slightly. He was really not used to eating. If it wasn't for Qin Rong, he would never have stepped into this restaurant for the second time, but he didn't show it. Impatiently said: "Stop moaning."

Now that Jiang Xun said that, Qin Rong naturally couldn't say any more, and followed Jiang Xun to the inside, halfway there, Jiang Xun suddenly stopped, and then Brother Xun let out a surprise.

Qin Rong remembered that it was Song Mengsheng.

Compared to Song Mengsheng's enthusiasm, Jiang Xun seemed much colder, and hummed lukewarmly.

Song Mengsheng was used to Jiang Xun's indifference, so he didn't feel embarrassed. Then he saw Qin Rong behind Jiang Xun, "Boss Qin is here too!"

Qin Rong nodded, "Yes."

Facing the two ice cubes, Song Mengsheng showed no signs of timidity, "Brother Xun and Boss Qin are just two? Do you mind adding an extra pair of chopsticks?"

He seemed to be asking two people, but in fact he never took his eyes off Jiang Xun's face.

Qin Rong pursed his lips. He was inexplicably hostile towards Song Mengsheng. It may be that Song Mengsheng's closeness to Jiang Xun made him unhappy, but after all, he was Jiang Xun's friend. No matter how much Qin Rong cared, he would not show it on his face. .

But today Jiang Xun specially asked him out, so he probably wouldn't agree to Song Mengsheng.

Thinking of this, Qin Rong's discomfort subsided a little.

But this idea didn't survive for five seconds before it was killed by Jiang Xun. Jiang Xun's tone was still not good, "I don't mind."

Qin Rong was stunned for a moment, he looked up at Jiang Xun, and could only see the back.

Only then did Song Mengsheng think of Qin Rong, and he turned sideways and asked, "Then President Qin probably won't mind, right?"

Qin Rong immediately recovered his expression, and said lightly: "It's okay."

Thus, the dinner for two became three people, and Qin Rong seemed to be the extra one——Song Mengsheng sat next to Jiang Xun unceremoniously, chatting and laughing with Jiang Xun.

Qin Rong pursed her lips and picked a place far away from them.

Jiang Xun caught a glimpse, and his frowning eyebrows suddenly drooped even more.

He picked up a piece of meat and put it into Song Mengsheng's bowl, trying to stop his chattering mouth, "Eat."

Song Mengsheng stared at the sliced ​​meat in the bowl, his cheeks and the tips of his ears were blushed quickly, "Brother Xun, how do you know that I like to eat this?"

Jiang Xun: "..."

White marks appeared on Qin Rong's hand holding the chopsticks tightly. He lowered his eyes and silently stuffed the rice into his mouth, but Song Mengsheng's laughter penetrated his entire brain like a magic ear, bringing a burst of tearing pain .

At this time, the mobile phone rang a notification tone, he put the chopsticks on the table, made a soft sound, and stood up, "I'm going out to answer a call."

Song Mengsheng bit the tip of his chopsticks and watched Qin Rong's figure disappear behind the door, "Is Qin always unhappy?"

Jiang Xun said impatiently, "Eat quickly."

Song Mengsheng muttered in a low voice, "I remember you hate this little President Qin very much, don't you? I came here to save you, and you still beat me!"

Jiang Xun recalled Qin Rong's face full of indifference, and his complexion became even worse.

"However, Brother Xun, don't you dislike this dish?"

The last time he invited Jiang Xun here for dinner, Jiang Xun hardly even moved his chopsticks.

Jiang Xun said coldly, "I like it now."

Song Mengsheng felt aggrieved, "Why are you unhappy?"

Jiang Xun said in a deep voice, "Take this meal as a thank you for coming to the hospital to pick me up that day."

He didn't want to go out alone with Song Mengsheng, they happened to meet each other today, and Qin Rong was also there, saving him from having to find another date.

Although Song Mengsheng was dissatisfied, he didn't dare to say anything, and responded silently.

More than ten minutes passed, and Qin Rong still hadn't come back, Jiang Xun couldn't sit still, he said to Song Mengsheng: "You eat first, I'll go out and have a look."

Before the words fell, the person had disappeared into the box.

He asked about Qin Rong's whereabouts at the front desk. Jingchuan has a back garden for guests to enter and exit. Qin Rong is sitting in the flower hall.

Jiang Xun stepped lightly, walked behind Qin Rong, and a very faint scent of orange blossom lingered on his nostrils.

He suddenly became playful, stretched out his hand to cover Qin Rong's eyes, lowered his voice, "Guess, who am I?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he covered his hand, Qin Rong slapped his hand away with great reaction, and stood up with a 'chuckle'.

The back of his hand was red, and Jiang Xun froze for a moment.

Qin Rong's lips turned pale, and his eyelashes kept shaking, as if he had been greatly stimulated.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Qin Rong took two steps back, his Adam's apple rolled, "It's okay." He looked at the back of Jiang Xun's hand, and he pursed his lips helplessly, "Did I hurt you?"

His hands were by his side, his fingertips still trembling.

Jiang Xun's deliberately lowered voice was very similar to Qin Sheng's. He sat in a daze, and thought it was Qin Sheng for a moment.

He laughed at himself in his heart, he was dead, he was dead, there was nothing to be afraid of.

Jiang Xun withdrew his hands indifferently, and said, "It doesn't hurt." But he still felt that Qin Rong's state was not right, so he asked, "Is it uncomfortable there?"

Qin Rong hummed, "I'm dizzy from the sun, have you finished eating? Let's go back after eating."

Jiang Xun glanced at the sky suspiciously, the white clouds were densely covered, almost completely covering the sun, but Qin Rong's face was really grim, "Okay."

He sent Song Mengsheng a message telling him that they left first and the bill was settled.