Try changing my plan again?

▍Sugar, sugar, eat sugar hard.

The visitor felt that the way to open it was wrong, so he was stunned for a moment, took a step forward, grabbed the doorknob, stepped back, and closed the door with a "bang".

About five seconds later, they knocked on the door outside the house.

"I'm from a stone manufacturer."

"I am art paint."

They both said in unison, "Can we come in?"

Jiang Song, "..."

Ruan Mian, "...No, just stand outside."

"..." The two people outside the house neither entered nor left, they looked at each other in blank dismay.

Jiang Song hugged Ruan Mian and continued walking towards the bathroom. His voice was low and indifferent. Listening carefully, there seemed to be a hint of mockery, "The door doesn't seem to be locked."

Ruan Mian didn't have the habit of letting people watch and boo, so she pushed Jiang Song out immediately after landing.

He was refreshed and finished, feeling that he couldn't endure humiliation in public again and again. The first thing he did after opening the door was to put on a defensive posture, holding Jiang Song out of his arms, "I'll go back by myself! I can jump!"

Jiang Song nodded to express that he had no objection, and moved aside slightly to make a gesture of invitation, then turned and walked to the lounge chair, sat down, and took the book in one go.

Just like the rainy day when they first met, they were decisive and straightforward.

Ruan Mian hangs one leg, supports the wall with one hand, and leans against the door helplessly, "...can you even give me a hand?"

Jiang Song raised his eyelids, "You can jump."

Ruan Mian, "..."

There were two other people in the room who had a weak sense of existence like air, standing upright side by side at the door, as if they were being punished.

There are too many material manufacturers to deal with on weekdays, and Ruan Mian can't remember the name of each contact person. He only knows that the stone salesman's stage name is Dayong, and he looks like a big and thick bear.

Dayong rescued people in distress, dropped the things in his hands and ran over, using them as his human crutches.

This person has always been clever and careful, and he said "slow down, be careful" several times in just a few steps.

The owner is the father of Party A of the designer, and the designer is also the father of Party A for the material dealer. After all, there are thousands of brick and paint sellers, and the choice of which one to guide customers depends on the habits of the designer.

As the former champion, Ruan Mian is his light and light, his only myth.

Ruan Mian returned to the bed, and just breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Jiang Song's phone ring.

Jiang Song frowned, his face seemed uglier than ever.

He rang the ringer and stuffed the phone into his pocket. When he looked at Ruan Mian again, his expression was normal, and he even offered him an olive branch to shake hands and make peace.

"I'm going out to smoke a cigarette, do you want to eat something?"

Ruan Mian was holding a slender color card, and was comparing two very similar colors back and forth, "I want to smoke."

Jiang Song raised his eyebrows slightly, "Then think about it."

Ruan Mian raised her head resentfully, and silently broke the olive branch into ten knots in her heart.

The butt of the art paint is a scrawny young man who usually wears tight pants. His legs are stuck on the ground like hemp sticks. It makes people feel frightened and afraid that they will break when they walk.

Few people remember his original surname, because everyone is used to calling him Little Brother Huang.

This "yellow" is taken from the "yellow" in "People are thinner than yellow flowers", and it is also very literary and elegant in retrospect.

Brother Huang seemed to have an unreasonable fear of Jiang Song, and when he was gone, he asked Ruan Mian timidly, "... who is he?"

Ruan Mian pointed to the serial number next to the color block, motioned him to write it down, and replied indifferently, "Customer."

Dayong and Xiao Huang stopped their movements at the same time, their horrified eyes focused on Ruan Mian.

Ruan Mian, "???"

Little Brother Huang stuttered, his acting skills were obviously not as proficient as Dayong's, and his smile was extremely stiff, "You... you maintain your customer relationship... really, really well..."

Ruan Mian narrowed her eyes that smiled before saying anything, "It's okay... use this color for the background wall, a little darker can open up the layers... Are you listening to me...?"

After finishing his work, Ruan Mian leaned on the bed and chatted with them for a while, and even wanted to secretly ask Brother Huang for a cigarette, but Jiang Song hadn't come back yet.

Dayong pushed open the window, mist-like moisture carried heat waves into the house, the air was filled with the dullness before the summer shower, and gusts of wind howled and wailed.

He stretched out his hand out of the window, and looked at the gray sky again, "Xiao Huang, we seem to have to go."

Ruan Mian looked out the window blankly, "Is it going to rain?"

Dayong nodded, "It's probably not too young, look, there's lightning."

"Hurry up and go back, it's raining too much and it's hard to go on the road." Ruan Mian thought for a while, and said hello again uneasy, "Hurry up and give me the receipt after you finish the quotation, I'll confirm the order with the customer."

Brother Huang, "Don't worry."

Dayong, "Just take good care of your injuries and leave it to us."

When Jiang Song came back, Ruan Mian was sitting on the bed as an old monk in meditation, with drooping thin eyelids and long eyelashes, his expression was in a trance, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

He heard the sound of the door opening and slowly raised his head, then lowered his head, muttering, "Smoking for so long, I can finish a pack."

Jiang Song could discern the faint trace of complaint in his tone, and his heart seemed to be scratched slightly, and the depression that had nowhere to vent found a small outlet.

Jiang Song's smile was weak but gentle, "Go out and answer a phone call."

Ruan Mian pointed out the window where the lightning flashed and thundered, "Calling outside in this weather, do you want to escape the catastrophe?"

Jiang Song, "Can it be regarded as you are caring about me?"

Ruan Mian, "Yes, anyway, caring about the mid-term payment is about the same as caring about you... Hey, you should go back early today, the weather is bad."

"It doesn't matter, this kind of rain comes quickly, and it won't be long." Jiang Song unpacked the Baichun that he bought just now, a box of matcha flavor and a box of red wine flavor, and handed them to Ruan Mian, "Don't you want to smoke? See you It's been done before."

"Are you always so careful?" Ruan Mian blinked, her dazed look looked extraordinarily soft and deceptive, "Even the taste is my favorite, Jiang Song, I wonder if you are in love with me. "

Jiang Song sneered, "It is everyone's responsibility to care for the disabled."

The raindrops in twos and threes gradually began to fall, and soon intertwined into dense bead curtains, which crackled on the windows.

Thunder and lightning flashed, mist engulfed the sky and earth, and heavy rain poured down.

Jiang Song stood by the window, staring at the rain curtain through the glass in a daze, "The first time I met you was this kind of day."

Ruan Mian bit Baichun bitingly, "Well, you won't hold an umbrella for me."

Jiang Song, "You say no, I can't force others to do what's difficult for me."

Ruan Mian, "I'm being polite, it's okay if you really turn your head and leave..."

Jiang Song, "Anyway, it's completely watered, so it doesn't matter if you use an umbrella or not."

Ruan Mian, "No matter how you look at it, it's more appropriate for me to say..."

Sometimes people can't eat anything during the taboo period, but they will often have a rebellious psychology and a strong desire for it.

During dinner, Ruan Mian didn't know what kind of evil it was, and as soon as she slapped her head and clamored to eat Maoxuewang, a thought suddenly flashed to the kind that she couldn't get rid of, and she couldn't live without it.

He usually doesn't eat offal very much, and he doesn't like spicy food much.

Jiang Songniao didn't care about him, and quietly accompanied him to eat those Shiquan Dabu sick meals that didn't taste very good.

Around ten o'clock, the rain outside stopped, and the sound of dripping water and a few cicadas and frogs could be heard faintly.

Ruan Mian leaned on the bed, holding a half-read book in her hand, and fell asleep with her head tilted.

Jiang Song pulled out the book from his hand with very light movements, tucked the quilt for him, and laid the raised head of the bed flat.

Even though he was extremely careful, a certain person was disturbed in his dream, muttered unhappily, arched his body and tried to turn himself over, but... his legs were disabled, but failed.

Jiang Song found out that the nickname "soft" is correct. The person in front of him is completely innocent and soft, with fair skin and extremely smooth facial contours that are not aggressive, especially after falling asleep. better.

Ruan Mian likes to sleep curled up, either with a pillow or with the quilt piled up into a ball, as if she can't do without something in her arms, like an insecure child.

Jiang Song couldn't help touching his hair, it was soft and felt like satin.

Almost at the same time, Jiang Yuan appeared at the door humming a little tune. Seeing the warm scene in front of him, he slowly raised one eyebrow with a meaningful expression.

Jiang Song turned around, put his index finger on his lips to make a silent gesture, turned off the wall lamp, walked out very lightly, and closed the door.

Jiang Yuan folded his arms, very puzzled, "So where is your car?"

She came to pick up the unlucky brother, because the rain didn't stop quickly, and after thinking about it, she was still afraid that he would be drenched.

"There was a traffic jam on Friday, and the company was stopped."

"Then how did you get here?"

"Bike sharing."

"...Are you in such a hurry to see him?"

"Exercise once in a while."

"Guess I believe it or not..."

Jinyuan Group is not far from this hospital, but at least it is three or four kilometers away. Jiang Song came here in a small yellow car in such a well-dressed manner.

Jiang Yuan clicked his tongue, "You really care about him."

She sighed for a long time, "Brother is too old to be controlled by others, and this problem of not being touched by others has also been cured. From now on, being a sister will no longer be your only one."

Jiang Song, "..."

Jiang Yuan shook his head sadly, "Not to stay."

Wicked people will be punished by wicked people, and Jiang Song paid back all the bad things Ruan Mian suffered.

The air after the shower is mixed with a faint smell of mud, and the moon is hidden in the clouds like fish scales, and everything is silent.

The grass and trees in the yard are lush and lush, only a dim wall lamp is lit in the corner, which looks a bit desolate and desolate alone.

The night wind was chilly and messed up Jiang Song's hair.

He stood on the balcony on the second floor, lowered his head and lit a cigarette, propped up the fence with one hand, and looked into the distance thoughtfully.

If we say that the initial emotion was moved, it should be that he saw in Ruan Mian something that he never had but had always longed for—the stubbornness and persistence to pursue his ideals.

He clearly regards money as his life, and he has more principles than anyone else in doing things. The original intention is always easy but hard to keep. Persistence is easy to say, and the difficulty can only be understood by those who have struggled through it.

He used to have dreams too.

He didn't have the childhood that other people's children have, and he can't miss any standard courses in the upper class that should or should not be learned. It seems that he is in class all day long except sleeping.

At that time, he was young, and he didn't understand whether all this was meaningful, so he could only let others play around in a daze. Jiang Hao'an was an extremely strict father, and Jiang Song couldn't refute his arrangement, and he didn't dare to refute it.

until he started painting.

That's the only thing Xiao Jiang Song is really willing to learn. Give him a pen and a piece of paper, and he can sit obediently for a whole day without thinking about eating or drinking.

But he was born in such a family and enjoys the affluent life and top-level education brought by this family, so correspondingly, he is destined to have responsibilities.

At the beginning, Jiang Haoan adhered to the principle that boys should be raised poorly, and let him go to elementary school, junior high school, and high school like normal children, and even noble schools were not considered.

Jiang Song once thought that his path was the same as that of others, that he would take the college entrance examination.

Compared with sketching and coloring, his sketching is relatively weak. Before the professional course exam, he averaged more than [-] sketching exercises every day, and one drawing lasted more than a month, just to study in the school he yearned for. The best oil painting pros out there.

God rewards hard work, he got the qualification certificate he dreamed of, and he was so excited that night that he didn't sleep a wink.

Then after a few days of being happy, the nightmare came.

Jiang Hao'an is always so self-centered in doing things, he says what he says, and he tells Jiang Song only after everything is arranged properly that he doesn't need the college entrance examination, and he will go abroad directly next month to study business management in the best school.

That was the first time Jiang Song resisted. He exhausted all his life's courage to argue with his father, but ended up with his certificate being torn into pieces, and all pocket money was suspended and he was locked up at home.

Jiang Hao'an told him, "This is your fate, you have no right to be willful."

At a certain moment, people will be forced to believe that there is such a thing as fate, and it will tie you up and saw you until you cry and surrender.

Now Jiang Song occasionally draws a few strokes, very few, because he feels that it is meaningless to paint.

So when facing Ruan Mian, he felt a little ashamed.

The mobile phone rang faintly on the bed, Jiang Song stubbed out the cigarette butt, turned and entered the room.

"Brother Song, father of the gold master, Young Master Jiang, I really want to eat Maoxuewang, just take a bite, please buy me some tomorrow, I am full of Maoxuewang in my dreams, I just woke up from the fragrance .”

Jiang Song felt dumbfounded for the first time, and replied him with one word, "Okay."

After thinking about it, I sent another message, "Hurry up and go to sleep."

Ruan Mian quickly replied, "Brother Song, good night."

The next day was Saturday, just after it rained and the weather turned cold, Jiang Song asked for the door lock code of Ruan Mian's house, and went to get him clothes and books he wanted to read.

Jiang Song really packed a copy of Maoxuewanglai, which radiated fragrance all the way. When he carried it into the ward, the nurse was so frightened that he turned to go to the attending physician to complain.

Jiang Song stopped her and said, "It's okay, I know what's going on."

Ruan Mian swallowed while smelling the taste, and kept urging Jiang Song to bring it over.

Wherever the hairy blood is flourishing, his gaze will follow, for fear that anyone who misses it will be cut off.

Jiang Song didn't pay any attention to it, and slowly took out a disposable paper cup, filled it with white water, opened the takeaway box, took out a small piece of duck blood, put it in and rinsed it.

After rinsing, I checked it and felt that it was not clean enough, so I changed the water and rinsed it again.

When the piece of duck blood was delivered to Ruan Mian's mouth, it was tasteless.

Ruan Mian was stunned by his operation, and angrily slapped the bed and roared, "Where is the soul! Where is Mao Xuewang's soul!!!"

Jiang Song ignored it, calmly closed the takeaway box again, and handed it to Geng Wanwan who came to visit Master, "Help throw it away."

Geng Wanwan was delighted to hear it, took the bag and shook it in front of Ruan Mian, "Take it~"

Ruan Mian, "!!!"

He felt in a daze that he could stand up, so he stood up and fought with them.

"If you don't have a soul, you can only eat one bite!?"

"You said you only had one bite." Jiang Song pushed the wheelchair to the side of the bed, carried Ruan Mian down with ease, and handed him a coat, "The weather is fine today, I'll push you out for a walk."

Ruan Mian was still struggling with grief and anger until Jiang Song said, "You are allowed to smoke a cigarette."

Some people are born with no backbone, and they can be bought with small favors, and they will be flat if they are smooth.

Geng Wanwan still had work to do, so he didn't join in the fun, and stayed in the ward to make plans with the Great Compassion Mantra.

Recently, Master was hospitalized, and basically everything fell on her shoulders. She was originally a dazed Ma Daha, and she was tortured for a while.

As a young girl in her prime, she has shouldered too many burdens that she shouldn't bear at her age.

Ruan Mian said, "You are a big boy, it's time to learn how to talk to clients by yourself."

He not only talked about it, but also put it into action. He sorted out a few relatively stable orders from his hand and threw them to Geng Wanwan, asking her to follow up and make a plan. Let's talk.

Geng Wanwan burst into tears at that time, "Master, you have finally had enough of me, do you want to drive me away?"

Ruan Mian said, "Yes."

Compared to Jiang Song, the hard-working master and heir to the throne, Geng Wanwan is a child who grew up in a honeypot.

The family is well-off, loved by her parents, from childhood to adulthood, as long as she does not touch the principles, she can do whatever she likes, and if she wants to be a designer, she will find the best teacher.

Babies raised in this kind of living environment really don't have wolf nature, they know how to be silly and happy all day long, if Ruan Mian doesn't force him, he doesn't know how long he will have to live and become independent.

Geng Wanwan sat scratching his ears and cheeks for half an hour, but still couldn't arrange the special-shaped ceiling, so he swayed to the window to get some air, distracted.

"Usually I feel that I can do everything, but when I really go to the battlefield, why is it so difficult..."

She glanced at the master and Jiang Song under the tree, and just opened her posture to shout, but choked.

On the day off, Jiang Song dressed very casually. A man with long arms and legs would look good even in a sack.

In contrast, Master was wearing a coat and sitting in a wheelchair, looking weak and weak.

Jiang Song leaned down slightly and said something to Ruan Mian, smiled lightly, and reached out to pick up the fallen leaves on his shoulders.

What a picture of quiet time and stability in this world.

Geng Wanwan stood in front of the window sluggishly, hating himself for not being educated enough to recite poems on the spot.

"It's blinding, it's too good."

The author says:

After staying up all night, I really can’t figure out the [-]D Chapter V QvQ

Thank you for your company all the way, really super thank you, I don’t know what to say to express it, why don’t I give you a fuck_(:з」∠)_