rebirth of the nasty

Although Jinshi is not one of the few economic center cities in the country, due to the government's vigorous development of the light industry and the electronics industry over the years, there are also many migrant workers from other places. At the end of the lunar calendar, many birds return to their nests, and Jinshi is almost half empty.The vicinity of Jin's house is even more secluded. When you open the gate to the yard in the morning, you can hardly see a few pedestrians passing by.

After the meal, Fang Zijin consciously went to clean up the dishes, and when he came back, he saw his brother put a laptop on the short bamboo table next to the window in the living room, as if he was working.The tea sea and other utensils that were originally placed on the square table were moved to the side because they were in the way.

Fang Zijin was wiping his hands with a kitchen paper towel, and asked curiously, "Brother, are you still working today, so diligent?"

Jin Muyun didn't answer directly, and moved the computer towards him: "Here, I'm working on this."

Fang Zijin looked at the screen in the direction of his slender, fair fingers, and it was a photo of breakfast taken by the camera before he was repaired with PS on.

Jin Muyun asked him jokingly: "Will you? Shall I teach you?"

Fang Zijin waved his hands as if his phone was vibrating: "Forget it, I feel dizzy just looking at it..."

Jin Muyun laughed and shook his head: "You are just lazy."

Fang Zijin bared his teeth with a grin, nodded shamelessly and admitted: "Yes, yes, there is already a hardworking person in our family, and I am not bad, anyway, brother will definitely support me, I am lazy You have confidence!"

But Fang Zijin's spineless words pierced Jin Muyun's heart.To be honest, he can't say anything else, but it is more than enough to support Fang Zijin.So Jin Muyun didn't bother about whether to teach or not to learn, and put the computer back upright by himself, and continued to retouch the pictures in a leisurely manner.

Of course, Fang Zijin didn't just keep looking at it stupidly, but sat down on the huanghuali wood pier opposite him, took out his mobile phone from his pocket to play Defend Carrot - and then broke the shell in level 324 yesterday.

In Fang Zijin's expression as if he was thinking about life and death, Jin Muyun finished editing the picture and looked up at his younger brother behind the computer screen, just in time to see the scene where the other party frowned and angrily took a picture of the phone on the table .

"Fuck, stop playing!"

Jin Muyun slanted his lips, decided to temporarily put aside the matter of the photo, leaned forward, and stretched his left hand towards the opposite side: "Give me a try?"

Fang Zijin looked at him suspiciously: "Brother, are you okay?"

Jin Muyun coughed lightly, and thought of a sentence inappropriately: Don't easily question whether a man is "good or not".However, he immediately pulled back his wandering thoughts and said, "Let me try it first."

Only then did Fang Zijin pick up the phone, patted it in his brother's hand, and added superficially: "If it doesn't work, give it back to me."

Jin Muyun was speechless.After asking to understand the game mechanism first, he tried to play it again, and it was GG without any surprise; then he played it again, still the same; by the third time, his face finally became unnatural.When he was about to do it for the fourth time, Fang Zijin snatched the phone and begged for mercy: "Brother, forget it, I'm almost out of energy."

Jin Muyun pursed his lips and said seriously: "This game is not fun, delete it."

Fang Zijin's mood was very complicated when he heard the words: brother, are you serious?

Of course, Jin Muyun could also see the suspicion on the other party's face, so he consciously moved his eyes away and changed the subject: "The picture has been repaired, send it to you?"

Fang Zijin sat up straight when he heard the words, and leaned on the table without paying attention to his image, and turned the opponent's computer in the other direction.

Jin Muyun indulged his "informality" silently, got up on his own, took a bottle of mineral water and boiled it.

Fang Zijin flipped through two or three of them, and fell into a tangle: each one is so damn good-looking, which one should he post?

When he asked this question out, Jin Muyun laughed: "You can shoot whatever you want, fix whatever you want, if you really like it, just post it."

Fang Zijin slapped his forehead: That's the truth!

So I sent out all five pictures.

So Weibo commented on the fryer.

"Mom word, po master, how did you improve your photography skills by ten times overnight!"

"Po master, to be honest, have you recently signed up for an amateur photography skills improvement class? Although it can be seen that there are some lighting problems and the background is not carefully arranged, but the composition and color tone of this angle have made terrible progress... "

"I wonder if the po owner asked someone to take the photo and then posted it. Po owner, you are not good..."

"Upstairs is interesting. If someone has money, what's the point of hiring someone to take the photo? Besides, the person didn't say that he took the photo himself. It's really meddling┑(￣Д￣)┍."

"Hey, what you said, I suspect that the proxy shooter is 'nosy'? Then you care about my being more nosy?"

……

Fang Zijin looked at the sound of praise on the computer screen and laughed so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, but when he saw that the wind suddenly changed direction and they all started to fight, he couldn't help being very depressed.

He couldn't tear it back immediately - he had to consult Zhu He before he could swear.

Jin Muyun was getting up to pick up tea from the shelf on the side, when he turned his head and saw Fang Zijin's unhappy face, he asked him, "What's wrong? The response is not good?"

When Fang Zijin was asked these words, the depression just now seemed to have finally found an outlet, and angrily pointed out that the comments below were inexplicable.

While listening, Jin Muyun nodded at the right time to affirm his point of view. After he finished speaking and vented his anger, he shook the tea pot in his hand and asked him, "Shall you drink tea?"

Fang Zijin felt that he was really thirsty, so he nodded long: "Drink!"

The mineral water that was poured into the pot before was just boiling now, Jin Muyun closed the computer and put it aside, brought all the tea sets over, poured some water to clean and warm the cups.

These years, he is always busy and doesn't have much time. Occasionally, he pours himself a cup of tea when he wants to meditate—of course he pours tea. .

Fang Zijin had never seen him play this before, and Jin Linyuan seemed to have such a hobby in his impression, but he also forgot how Jin Linyuan drank tea back then.He left the memory that had blurred into a silhouette behind him, and now he watched the small square pot in Jin Muyun's hand pouring it into the teacup one after another. Come, the light tea soup combined with the warm blue color of Longquan porcelain and the thick and simple wood grain of the tea sea calmed his mind for no reason.

Jin Muyun gave him a small teacup, and said with a slight smile, "Try it, be careful not to burn it."

Fang Zijin tentatively took a sip, opened his bright eyes, and looked at the other party: "It's delicious!"

Jin Muyun smiled: "Not bad, right? This is Junshan Yinzhen from my own tea garden. I went there on a business trip a few years ago and opened a tea garden in my own name. I'll take you to see it when I have time."

He spoke of his tea garden with such genuine pride as if he were really just a tea garden owner.

Fang Zijin nodded: "OK!"

After taking another sip, Fang Zijin suddenly raised his head: "Brother, are you still farming by yourself?"

Seeing that the doubts in his eyes were completely innocent, Jin Muyun felt it was funny and helpless for a moment, and asked him: "How did you come up with it... are you not angry now?"

Fang Zijin was stunned for a second or two before saying "Oh": "I almost forgot about this topic if you didn't mention it."

Jin Muyun nodded approvingly: "This is very good. Just listen to other people's gossip and let it go. Don't take it to heart. You have no obligation to explain or persuade the other party to listen to your explanation. Just live happily."

Fang Zijin nodded, and said with a weird expression: "Brother, why are you so reasonable now..." Mother-in-law.

Jin Muyun was speechless for a while when he heard the words: Well, now he is sincerely caring but he is still suspected... Who should I reason with?

Fang Zijin didn't know how the other family spent the New Year, but in his impression, Jin's house was deserted every year-oh, this refers to the fact that Jin Linyuan and his wife are gone.In the earlier days, I still made dumplings and ate glutinous rice balls according to the rules. Later, when there were fewer people in the family, I just dealt with them casually.This year seems to be special. Before Aunt Wang left, she left a layer of ready-made dumplings and glutinous rice balls in the freezer for them. She also took great pains to distinguish the dough: the green spinach juice and the inside of the dough are made of Jin Muyun. My favorite bean pork; orange carrot juice and the inside of the skin is Fang Zijin's favorite pork with plum vegetables.

Their family did not have the habit of keeping the year old, so they ate the dumplings at noon in advance.

Naturally, Fang Zijin can’t help with the cooking part. Although he has been studying abroad for so many years, he has never opened a business by himself. It is not clear whether to cook dumplings in cold water or hot water. When to cook is such a difficult problem. I didn't understand even more, so I had to sit on the sofa and wait for dinner.

The meal they cooked was too simple, and it would be too exaggerated to add some decorations.Fortunately, there are exquisite bowls and dishes purchased from all over the world at home - Aunt Wang likes this, and Jin Muyun also turns a blind eye when looking at the family's expenditure bills.So he randomly picked two white flat plates placed next to each other on the first shelf of the cabinet, and took a look. There were two cute sunflowers the size of thumbs on the edge, which was very childlike.He couldn't help shaking his head: Aunt Wang, you bought it and it's useful...

Seeing that the size was right, Jin Muyun took it. He thought that Fang Zijin might have to take pictures again, so he chose two pairs of knives and forks with black matte handles.If it wasn't for the fear that the dumplings would get cold and the two of them would feel uncomfortable after eating them, based on his happy mood today, for Fang Zijin's photo, he would probably need to move a lamp and a lighting board to increase the texture of the photo.

Thinking of this, he quickly stopped, thinking that this is amazing, if this continues, won't Fang Zijin be spoiled by heaven?

Fang Zijin's defense radish died again. Today's physical strength is exhausted and he can't continue playing.At this time, his stomach was also empty, and for some reason he remembered a national costume comedy he watched many years ago. The waiter with his face covered in gray and hair like a chicken coop leaned on a wooden stick and held a broken bowl and sang like howling. like.

Such an association is really miserable.

Fang Zijin shuddered, threw these inexplicable associations to the back of his mind, and instead lay down on the sofa, flattening himself into a salted fish.

If his Weibo black fans saw it, they would probably believe that this is the "marketing account that lives on sponsorship" in their eyes.