Try changing my plan again?

▍He doesn't want anyone's expectations to be flawed.

"No...it's nothing..." Ruan Mian lowered her eyes uncomfortably, and when she raised her head again, their car had already driven off the highway.

The front of the car turned due east, and the setting sun diffused orange-gold light on the horizon, and fell warmly into the car through the spotless front windshield, and fell on them.

Jiang Song suddenly couldn't adapt, and subconsciously tilted his head, "Is there really no time to eat at night?"

Ruan Mian came back to her senses, "Well... the design competition I told you about before, the work has to be submitted before the end of the month, and I have to check it with my teacher in advance, so I'm afraid I won't be able to make it in time."

"Then what are you going to do at night? Hungry again?"

"No, no, eat, eat, eat."

Jiang Song thought for a while, and suddenly asked him, "Is there a fresh food supermarket near your house?"

This stopped Ruan Mian from asking.

His daily life trajectory is to get up early at the roadside stall, go to the company to order takeaway at noon, order takeaway at home in the evening, order takeaway when he is hungry at night, and occasionally eat fruit, always buying the kind of ready-made fruit boxes that have been cut.

He would never go to such a place where the goods sold could not be eaten directly, and naturally he would not notice where they were.

Ruan Mian said honestly, "I don't know... I never noticed it."

Jiang Song was obviously speechless for a moment, looked a little melancholy, and seemed to be a little angry, "Then...you can check it out?"

"Okay, okay." Ruan Mian took out her phone and unlocked it, clicked and searched around the map. She was busy, but suddenly looked at Jiang Song inexplicably, "Why are you looking for a fresh food supermarket? Could it be that the nanny is not at home, and the young master has fallen?" Are you going to go out and buy groceries yourself?"

Jiang Song felt that if one day he died suddenly, there was a high probability that Ruan Mian would be angry.

He put down the car window, bowed his head and lit a cigarette, "Didn't you always say you hate takeaway? You are busy with your work, and I will cook."

Ruan Mian was taken aback, and it took him a while to digest his words. His eyes slowly fell to the clean, white hands with slender knuckles on the steering wheel, and he stared at them for a moment. He moved back to him and looked up and down.

No matter how you look at it, Jiang Song is a pampered young master, and he is only one bigu away from being inhuman.

Ruan Mian quickly came to the conclusion that he must be bragging.

Jiang Song saw through his little thoughts, and took a shallow puff with a cigarette between his lips, "My dad always thought that boys can't be rich and have to endure hardships. My grandpa also used this method when he was young. For him, so my dad thinks that only in this way can we cultivate a successor who is as resolute and cold-blooded as him."

Jiang Song paused, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "I went abroad to study for three years and worked for two years. They only paid tuition fees. If I didn't know how to cook for myself to save some money, I would have starved to death in a foreign country long ago. ...Don't worry, it's delicious."

Ruan Mian opened her mouth, but in the end she couldn't speak.

He has always understood that everyone in this world has his own sufferings and difficulties, and even those born with a golden spoon in their mouths may not be able to go smoothly in everything.

He can see through and see through.

The supermarket is less than 100 meters away from the entrance of Ruan Mian's home community. It's such a big door and storefront that only the blind and Ruan Mian can't see it.

There is a faint fragrance of vegetables and fresh fruits in the air, and together with the bloody smell of raw meat and fish, there is a strong smell of the market, which is hard to describe.

Ruan Mian wandered among the uncles and aunts who were shopping for special dishes, tenaciously wandering around with a cane, and occasionally came across one or two things that couldn't be named, so she went to look at the price tags, poking melons and touching the dishes.

Jiang Song stood noble and glamorous among the crowd, pushing the shopping cart gracefully, which was piled with all kinds of ingredients, as well as the oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar that someone definitely didn't have at home if he thought about it with his big toe.

Ruan Mian was holding an artichoke and was concentrating on studying it when someone tapped her on the shoulder lightly. She turned around and asked, "Have you finished buying?... Hey, how many?"

"Yeah." Jiang Song slipped the car keys into Ruan Mian's hand, checked to see if there was anything missing, and when he raised his head, he caught a glimpse of instant coffee on the shelf. After a moment of mental struggle, he reluctantly I took a box.

In his world, coffee is not freshly ground, and it is as soulless as Maoxuewang that has been soaked in water, but the soda juice in Ruan Mian's refrigerator...is not as good as soulless instant coffee.

The two pushed their carts and walked towards the cash register. They were queuing up when Jiang Song suddenly remembered, "Do you have cooking pot at home?"

The little song Ruan Mian was humming came to an abrupt end, and then she raised her head proudly, "It really does exist, and it's very complete. During the Chinese New Year last year, the manufacturer presented a set of special pots for steaming, frying and frying, and a nine-square grid. , Brand new, the plastic film has not been removed... Hey, no, what kind of eyes do you have?"

Jiang Song smiled, bent down to take the things in the shopping cart to the cash register, Ruan Mian muttered and leaned on the armrest to help.

The cashier is an impatient guy with quick hands and feet. Sometimes before the two of them put down their things, he has already intercepted them from mid-air, swiped them skillfully under the code scanning machine, pushed them to the front, and came back to take them again without looking back. next one.

He was too chic, and suddenly realized that what he was grabbing this time didn't seem to be vegetables, but a hand with good skin but well-defined joints.

Jiang Song was firmly grasped by this, Ruan Mian's eyes widened and he raised his head instantly, with a "bad" in his mouth, ready to come out.

In the next second, Jiang Song withdrew his hand like an electric shock, his eyebrows almost knit into a ball.

The slightly cool and moist touch of the palm of his hand gave him goosebumps all over his body. He couldn't hide the overwhelming disgust and rejection at all, so he had to take a step back and stagger his body, so as not to let the young man see his expression.

Because it sure doesn't look good, and it hurts.

He never disliked anyone, just simply not used to it.

Seeing this, Ruan Mian rushed him out of the counter with a big jump, and fished out the last bit of stuff with a smile, "That's all~WeChat payment."

The two of them climbed upstairs with heavy bags, Ruan Mian stood alone at the door of the house, clutching the shopping bag and stretching out his index finger to press the password with great difficulty. The press was bright and clear, and every number fell into Jiang Song's eyes clearly.

Jiang Song, "Have you changed your password yet?"

Ruan Mian pushed open the door and raised her eyebrows to look at him in confusion, "Why do you want to change?"

Jiang Song walked in behind him, put down the things in his hand, "Because I can remember."

"What's the matter, remember to remember." Ruan Mian rubbed his red palms, and his eyes fell on Jiang Song's hand holding the entrance cabinet. Suddenly, his heart was itchy, and he couldn't wait to confirm something. .

Ruan Mian's evil turned to the gall, and then touched his little hand with lightning speed.

The skin is delicate and slightly cool, and the joints are clearly not very soft.

Jiang Song's expression in an instant was wonderful, his eyebrows twitched and he raised his head, neither dodging nor dodging, "What are you doing?"

Ruan Mian quickly withdrew her hand, as if she was afraid that Jiang Song would chop it off with a knife in a second, "...Ah, just look at how your skin looks."

Jiang Song, "..."

Ruan Mian smiled dryly, "I...I'll find you a dress."

Jiang Song's well-tailored shirt was obviously not suitable for cooking, so Ruan Mian rummaged through the box to find a relatively loose T-shirt.

We are all men with the same structure, and there is nothing to tweak. Jiang Song unbuttoned the button without changing his face and heartbeat, revealing his naked, strong chest and smooth and distinct abdominal muscles. The moment he took the T-shirt, his arms moved With the shoulder blades rolling and undulating under the skin, it's sexy as hell.

Ruan Mian stared dumbfounded, lowered her head and pinched her arm, which was obviously lacking in exercise, and drank three cups of old vinegar on the spot.

Jiang Song was busy in the kitchen wearing an apron, while Ruan Mian sat in the living room and raced against time to perfect the work.

He originally wanted to help, but in the end, he was kicked out on the grounds that he couldn't even stand up and came in the way.

The items required for the entries are very complicated and meticulous, including the theme concept of the work, sketches, detailed design instructions, construction drawings, the plan, elevation, section and final renderings of each space, and it is also required to be rich in pictures and texts. Something that takes time and energy.

In fact, the interior design of the home improvement direction can’t be found. Unlike architecture or some tooling, which can do a lot of innovation and experimentation, it is people-oriented and serves the needs of people’s daily life.

In the final analysis, it is nothing more than function, comfort and beauty.

Ruan Mian remembers reading a saying in a book before that a really good design is invisible and intangible, it’s hard to detect but you can’t do without it, because you are too harmonious with it, so harmonious that you can’t even notice it, if one day If you notice a certain point, then it must be because its existence makes you feel awkward.

Ruan Mian has always disliked things that are too fancy and meaningless.

Originally, he wanted to use the plan of Li Yuhuai's family to make a slight modification, and even the design instructions were mostly done, so after thinking about it, he decided to overthrow it and start over.

Li Yuhuai's house is so beautiful and too avant-garde that it doesn't show any signs of being outdated even today, but it's also too impractical.

Just like the imported dining chair decorated with countless complicated copper parts, it can only be regarded as a decoration at all. The minimalist lines are horizontal and vertical, and with the cold and hard acrylic material, it is no wonder that it is comfortable to sit on.

Ruan Miansi thought about picking and choosing, and finally decided to give up the mansion and use the ordinary flat plan to participate in the competition.

He called Zhou Shu for advice a few days ago, but he didn't expect to hear the boy surnamed Wei shouting from a long distance away on the other end of the phone, "Okay, that's great! We must win the prize, we believe in you! Anything Listen to you and never change the plan!"

In fact, when every owner handed over the house to the designer, he surrendered his greatest trust and placed infinite hopes on it, hoping to reap a perfect and satisfactory home.

Ruan Mian doesn't know how other people are, but for him, every effort is a responsibility, even an obligation, and it is his most basic professional ethics.

He doesn't want anyone's expectations to be flawed.

The author says:

There should be a second watch at night, now I have to go out to have dinner with my seven aunts and eight aunts QAQ, don't wait for me, I'm afraid I'm unreliable.