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▍Jiang Song has been away for half a month, Ruan Mian moved back to her small nest, went to and from get off work every day, occasionally went to listen to some famous lectures, and tried her best to make herself...

It has been half a month since Jiang Song left, Ruan Mian moved back to her small nest, went to and from get off work every day, occasionally went to lectures by famous experts, and tried to make herself eat on time. The days were clearly as fulfilling as before, but something changed.

He would always panic carefully, maybe it wasn't panic, but his heart was sour and empty, as if something had been taken away.

Jiang Song could feel the depression, and would contact him even if he squeezed out the time. He didn't have anything serious to say, and reported some trivial matters, what he ate and did, and by the way urged him to eat obediently, like Like a weather forecast, he reported the real-time temperature on time every morning, and ordered him to add or remove clothes as needed, and had to take pictures for inspection.

Geng Wanwan and Feng Yu were instigated by some means by Jiang Song. They were like two human monitors. As long as Ruan Mian messed around, the news would pass in the next second.

As promised, Jiang Song told Ruan Mian in advance what to do, and he was very well-behaved.

After a sudden flash of light, the temperature plummeted again, as if it was just an autumn rain that drenched the whole summer, Beijing has never had a spring or autumn.

In previous years, when the seasons changed, Ruan Mian was often sick, big or small, but this time it was all right because of someone's remote control.

It's just that the quilt at night is terribly cold, and Ruan Mian's body is cold. Even in summer, when the air conditioner is turned on, the feet will be cold. I didn't feel it before, but now I'm used to sleeping next to Jiang Song, and suddenly it's really uncomfortable.

The problem of insomnia came back, he stared straight at the ceiling, outside the window he could faintly hear the sound of vehicles whizzing by and the occasional sudden blast of horns, a lot of messy things flooded his mind, the more he wanted to forcibly shut down the phone, the more he felt The more violent the internal riots became, I finally fell asleep, and I didn't sleep well. I was in a daze and habitually turned over and arched back, but in the end, I fell into a colder bed.

Early the next morning, Ruan Mian showed up at the company with black eyes that had gotten bigger.

Geng Wanwan gnawed on the steamed stuffed bun, blinked his eyes and looked at him for a long time, "Master, have you been alone and sleepless during this time?"

Ruan Mian didn't sleep well, wasn't in a good mood, and wasn't in the mood to fight poverty with her, so she took the computer and the blueprints and planned to leave, but stopped after taking two steps, and asked back, "Are you doing anything this morning?"

Geng Wanwan took a sip of soy milk, let out a comfortable "ha" and hiccupped, "It's nothing, what are you doing?"

Ruan Mian thought for a while, "Come with me."

Geng Wanwan tilted his head in confusion, "Where are you going?"

"The renderings of Jiang Song's grandma's house have been finalized, let's go and check the details."

"Then what use am I?"

"...be courageous."

Geng Wanwan sized him up and raised his eyebrows, "Yo ho?"

It was nearly ten o'clock when we arrived at Jiang's old house, Grandma Jiang specially ordered breakfast to be left for me. Under Grandpa Jiang's kind and gentle gaze, the master and apprentice were forced to eat another meal, feeling that the food had reached their throats.

Since entering the door, Ruan Mian has been watching the words and expressions, and it took a long time before she breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that they don't know that they have given away the gold-plated Chinese cabbage from Lao Jiang's family.

It took four months and [-] days, and dozens of versions of the renderings were changed. Grandma Jiang finally found a solution to the bad feeling in her heart. As for the dispute between grandparents and grandparents, whether to use Chinese style or European style for the entrance cabinet , Ruan Mian also smoothly stirred up the muddy water.

The porch is the entrance of the whole house, representing the first impression of people, and it can be regarded as the "face" of a house, so it is understandable that the two elderly people are at a stalemate on this issue.

Strictly speaking, movable furniture such as porch cabinets belong to the category of upholstery, and they specialize in the field. Compared with professional upholstery designers, Ruan Mian was not as good at it. In the end, he went to a girl he had worked with before for advice, and got inspired. .

Eclecticism prevailed in the eighteenth century, and Chinoiserie once swept the West.

A designer known as the father of European furniture appeared in the UK, Homes Chippendale, generally translated as Chippendale, and what he is best at is mixing different styles together.

Chinese gardens and architecture provided him with a steady stream of creative inspiration. He designed a series of Chinese-style furniture. The decorative themes were mostly based on Chinese landscapes, landscapes, figures and traditional patterns. In his works, Rococo, Colombian Special style, Chinese style and other styles are perfectly integrated into one without any sense of disobedience.

Ruan Mian found several Chippendale-style mahogany cabinets, one of which was a chest of drawers inlaid with black and gold shells, which perfectly blended Chinese and Western elements, and was unanimously approved by her grandparents.

The Long March was the last step, and Ruan Mian wanted to cry the moment they both nodded.

Then the old and the young two magic sticks got together to look up the Chinese calendar and calculate the horoscope, and finally found an auspicious day for the construction to start.

Grandpa Jiang shook his head, "On the eighth day of the eighth lunar month, you will be in the Shenyu Hall. It's auspicious. It's time to break ground and rush to the west...Xiao Ruan, aren't you a cow?"

Ruan Mian took the small teacup from the nanny, and it really contained his expensive nightmare - Yuqian Bake, "Ah, I'm a rat."

"That's fine, it will be the eighth day of August." Grandpa Jiang took off the teacher's standard round glasses, and glanced at the classical western clock in the corner from the corner of his eyes, "Oh, it's almost twelve o'clock, Wanwan Xiaoruan, Eat here at noon."

The Geng family and Lao Jiang's family are not closely related, but they have always been related. In addition, Geng Wanwan himself is a social terrorist. She was not at all restrained, she was just a running companion anyway, and she had nothing to do with talking about the plan. She sat on the sofa all morning, gnawed on an apple and played games, interjecting a few words from time to time, staying at ease.

Ruan Mian had a ghost in her heart, and just as she thought of a reason to run away with Ha Tuer, she immediately responded, "Okay! Grandpa, I want to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes!"

Grandpa Jiang responded more simply, "Okay, small things."

Ruan Mian, "..."

Geng Wanwan's ecstasy hadn't lasted until the meal was over, when she was interrupted by an unexpected visitor. She was only stunned for a second, and the processor in her brain was running fast, realizing on the spot that she might have caused a big disaster by being greedy.

At that time, Ruan Mian was playing chess with his grandpa, and Geng Wanwan was arranging flowers with his grandma, and the picture was extremely harmonious.

There was a click sound of the door opening and closing at the entrance, and the person who came seemed to have had a conversation with the nanny at the door, followed by the sound of footsteps of two people gradually approaching, everyone raised their heads, their eyes fell on the door in unison. Grandpa Jiang was a little puzzled, "Who came here?"

The moment the other party appeared in sight, Ruan Mian felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his face turned blue in an instant, and his facial muscles spasmed slightly.

Wen Ziyi was wearing a well-tailored suit, with carefully groomed hair tied behind her head. When she walked, her posture was extremely upright and elegant, full of aristocratic aura. The nanny followed her half a step behind, holding a Huge gift box.

The eyes of the two collided suddenly in mid-air, and their expressions froze.

Geng Wanwan sneaked a glance at Master out of the corner of his eye, and then at Master's "mother-in-law", silently stuffing a winter jujube into his mouth.

She was terrified.

Grandpa Jiang didn't notice any abnormality at all. He was quite happy when his daughter-in-law came, "Hey? Ziyi is here?"

After the last time, Wen Ziyi went back and checked Ruan Mian thoroughly, and knew that this "disaster" first appeared because she took over the design of Qingdu Bieyuan, and later cooperated with Jinyuan Land on a hardcover real estate, so here I wasn't surprised to see him, but I was a little surprised that he had "infiltrated" to such an extent.

Ruan Mian on the sofa put down the chess piece in her hand, and has quickly adjusted her demeanor. With her head slightly lowered, only half of her face can be seen. The skin is porcelain white, and the facial features are delicate and soft. The slender eyelashes like crow feathers block the eyes. His emotions are unclear, but it can be seen from the slightly tense sitting posture that he is very uncomfortable.

He is indeed a good-looking young man, gentle and handsome, and should be very popular with girls on weekdays, but so what?

Wen Ziyi glanced at him coolly, and when she turned her head to face Grandpa Jiang, she had already put on a gentle smile, "Hao'an asked someone to find a set of clear water purple sand tea set, but I haven't had time to come here."

After finishing speaking, her courteous Grandma Chongjiang greeted her, "Mom."

Grandpa Jiang was still cheerful, and hurriedly asked for two more dishes that his daughter-in-law liked, "Sit down first, the meal will be ready soon."

He turned around and introduced to Ruan Mian, "Xiao Ruan, this is Jiang Song's mother, Wanwan, when you were young, you asked your aunt for candy, remember?"

Geng Wanwan got up quickly, and laughed dryly, "Of course I remember, my aunt is still so young and beautiful, I dare not recognize her!"

Ruan Mian's mind was empty, and when Geng Wanwan poked hard with his elbow, he was startled as if he had just woken up from a dream, and then jumped up, opening his mouth with a trembling voice, "Ah...Hello, Auntie."

Grandpa Jiang pointed to Ruan Mian, "This is Ruan Mian..."

Wen Ziyi looked at Ruan Mian jokingly, her smile was unpredictable but she was inexplicably panicked, "Dad, we met before."

Grandpa Jiang didn't care too much. He subconsciously felt that they met each other because of work, and suddenly realized that he slapped his leg, "Oh yes, the Tianyu Vision is a hardcover made by them."

Wen Ziyi and Ruan Mian seemed to have a good understanding in terms of not wanting to make a big deal, they didn't say anything, they just went downhill in silence.

Grandma Jiang held Wen Ziyi for a few words, and then began to ask about her son's physical condition, whether he had slept well recently, whether the periarthritis of the shoulders was still serious in rainy days, and Xu Xu complained that he was always too busy to go home.

Wen Ziyi seems to be very good at handling the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and she keeps saying that she will definitely send him over next Saturday or Sunday.

Ruan Mian shrank like a zombie, trying to reduce his sense of existence with silence, but Grandpa Jiang was afraid that he would neglect him, so he was still making tea and chatting with him.

Ruan Mian couldn't help but stare at Wen Ziyi from the corner of his eye. He was restless, and he had to find his brain to answer and drink tea in excruciating pain. The time passed by every minute and every second was long and tormented. Only God knows how he managed it. It's time for dinner.

Ruan Mian sat diagonally across from Wen Ziyi, he could feel the other person's eyes occasionally falling on him, it was as cold as real, and he just lowered his head and pretended to concentrate on eating, but in fact, he poked two grains of rice with each chopstick, dancing Hardworking but worthless.

Grandma Jiang has always pursued eating without saying a word, sleeping without talking. Maybe the education that all ladies receive comes from the same system, and Wen Ziyi is also silent.

The atmosphere at the table was really weird, so Geng Wanwan had no choice but to act as the atmosphere group, praising the delicious food for a while, and being a fan of Grandpa Jiang who sang a one-man show.

Ruan Mian was 12 very lucky to have brought Geng Wanwan on this trip, he even wanted to give Hatuer one, and secretly made up his mind not only to leave the matter of eating today and forget about it, but no matter what happens in the next month, Will treat her tenderly.

Seeing that Ruan Mian bowed his head and refused to pick up the food, Grandpa Jiang asked concerned, "What's the matter, little Ruan? Is it uncomfortable? You don't talk so much today, and your complexion is not very good."

Ruan Mian's breathing was stagnant, and she looked like she hadn't returned to her place, "Ah...no, no, I ate too much in the morning."

He felt that extremely oppressive gaze swept over again.

If he had a choice, he really wanted to take a bowl and eat under the mahogany table.

A meal without knowing the taste is like sitting on pins and needles, which is more difficult than crossing the robbery. As soon as the end of the meal, Ruan Mian immediately pulled up Geng Wanwan, "Grandpa, we have to go first, and we have to go to work in the afternoon."

Grandpa Jiang knew that they were busy with work, so he didn't stay long, he just motioned them to wait a moment, turned around and rummaged out a box of American ginseng slices from the quaint little side, and stuffed them into Ruan Mian's hand, "I drink a few slices on weekdays to clear away heat and promote body fluids." Invigorating."

Ruan Mian didn't pretend to refuse, and hurriedly took it with both hands, "Thank you, Grandpa, I must drink it obediently."

At the same time, Wen Ziyi at the table took out a tissue very gracefully, dabbed the corners of her lips lightly, and stood up.

"Dad, Mom, there is a meeting at the company this afternoon, so I have to go too, and I will come back to see you with Haoan next week." Her eyes fell on Ruan Mian, and she said lightly, "It's just right, Xiao Ruan, let's go together. "

The author says:

Chippendale partly quoted from "Chinese and Foreign Furniture Styles of Past Dynasties"