Reincarnated wives please stop pestering me

The clerk was a young woman, and Xia Chen bought a pack of soft white sand.

The price is not four yuan and four.

In the yard, An Jingyue's grandfather was tinkering with the wooden stakes that Xia Chen had made.

It is true that people are old, and their steps are slow, and it is impossible to beat a tiger with punches, but their posture is good, and they are disciplined.

I don't know if it is possible to be a martial arts instructor for Shanghai Fortress under the current environment.

"Xia Yazi is here."

The old man stopped his movements and looked at Xia Chen with a smile.

Xia Chen was carrying two bottles of wine and a bag of fruit.

Walked in carelessly.

"Where are you punching?"

"Yeah, let's do some exercise. Not to mention, this wooden stake is well made, and it's quite comfortable to play."

Of course not bad, Xia Chen made something based on the old man's height and judging the other's current physical condition.

It will definitely be quite suitable for this old man who is not young.

An Jingyue smiled and watched the two communicate. Xia Chen was like this, the thing that seemed most different from the others.

That is, he can be very indifferent and withdrawn, and he can also mingle with anyone.

At first glance, he doesn't have any personality, but when you provoke him for something, you will know what personality is.

Girls just don't like the 'personality' or 'temperament' that is superficial on the outside.

Although this kind of character is quiet and introverted, like still water flowing deep, it is unexpectedly powerful, so powerful that people can't help but look sideways.

"Yo, you two little guys are here."

The old lady came out of the kitchen in a bright red padded jacket, looking beaming.

It looks like it's already cooking.

"Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year, grandma."

An Jingyue and Xia Chen greeted each other completely differently. The old lady didn't care much about this kind of question, nor did she care about being polite.

Ordinary people are like this. When they are old, they don’t really care what others call them or think of themselves. It’s enough to live their own lives well, and don’t worry about other people’s affairs.

Mean too much.

"Come on, come and bring something, let me tell you first, I don't have any red envelopes to give. Hahaha..."

Logically speaking, if my daughter or granddaughter brought someone like her boyfriend, it would be more or less interesting.

But the old man may have seen some secrets between the two, or had some judgments about Xia Chen's character, so he omitted this clichéd rule.

Xia Chen glanced at the old lady and said with a smile.

"If that's the case, then I'll go back, and I'll take the things with me."

"You kid, you're quite realistic."

"Hahaha, why not?"

Just joking, she still put down her things, and without waiting for the old lady to greet her, Xia Chen sat on the sofa and skillfully peeled the oranges.

As if it was his own home, the old lady didn't say anything when she saw this scene, and when she saw her wife coming in, she smiled and said, "You guys sit and chat, and I'll make dinner."

The old man and Xia Chen were chatting about something.

Suddenly Xia Chen remembered something and stood up, walked to the gate of the yard to have a look, then walked in and said to An Jingyue and the old man who looked puzzled, "Hey, you didn't get a new couplet?"

The old man nodded.

"I'm too lazy to bother with this, just use last year's general."

"How can I do it? Of course the New Year looks like the New Year. Do you have red paper and ink at home?"

"Ah? Yes...."

There is no such thing in ordinary people's homes. Not many people pay attention to things like couplets now.

Yes, it’s not good looking, I really can’t stand it anymore and buy a new one.

Who still finds someone to write this kind of thing like before?

But An Jingyue's grandpa and grandma's house really has this kind of thing.

When the old man brought the things over, An Jingyue looked at Xia Chen's movements curiously.

There is nothing special, it is imaginable, just like what is often performed on TV.

Xia Chen held the brush, and did not think too long on the spread out couplet paper, so he could write easily.

"Earth flows gold, all things pass, winter goes to spring, Vientiane comes new."

There is nothing special, and there is no attainment. After all, the Spring Festival couplets are about a good sign.

The rest is really nothing to say.

But when they saw Xia Chen's eye-catching block letters, even though they didn't know much about calligraphy, their eyes lit up subconsciously.

Watching Xia Chen take the paste and paste the couplet on the door, looking at the two vigorous words.

The old man couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"The writing is really good...have you ever learned calligraphy?"

Xia Chen laughed: "I practiced it for a while as a hobby."

This time will definitely not be too long, so that the old man will have doubts, can he just practice casually?

When the old lady brought a table full of dishes from the kitchen, the family's New Year's dinner began lively.

On the contrary, An Jingyue became the taciturn one in this family.

But she doesn't mind these things, what she pays attention to is the joyful atmosphere in this family.

After eating, Xia Chen rested on the sofa and took off her shoes and put them on the electric oven.

The girl also quietly took off her shoes, stretched her feet into the covered blanket, and leaned against Xia Chen's feet.

Although they were all wearing socks and the touch was not obvious, Xia Chen still turned to look at the girl.

Then stretch your foot and move one of your legs a little further.

Then, seeing An Jingyue's dissatisfied expression, she muttered a little: "Coward..."

Then Xia Chen's leg landed directly on An Jingyue's leg, and then the soles of his feet caught the girl's feet.

81 I'm pretty sure-

Neon light show.

There are many lively things in the Spring Festival.

For example, the lively streets and alleys in Zhijiang, and even the grand occasion like a temple fair, attracted many people.

You can see people wearing all kinds of clothes on the street. In the cold weather, there are also young ladies in Hanfu or Tang clothes and various Two-dimensional clothes shopping and eating. By the way, I took some photos to take back and repair them.

sheet.

A couple of young people walked among the lively crowd, and under the shining light of the meeting, they were more or less happy.

There are shining rings on the palms of the hands holding each other, and the girls who are still very young are smiling.

"Hey, look! And there are people in yukatas!"

"Yukata? Where is it?"

"Bastard, I'm talking about a yukata! I'm not talking about a bath towel!"

"Oh...that's all right."

Xia Chen withdrew her gaze. Indeed, there were a few girls over there who wore bright red bathrobes in such weather, and almost stepped on clogs.

"satyr!"

Cao Qingyi snorted coldly, but he wasn't too angry. On the contrary, Xia Chen's performance was very real.

Although I did glance at it a few times, it was much better than those sanctimonious men who were dismissive on the surface, but secretly had a lot of fun.

This is based on his understanding of Xia Chen. This man seldom conceals many things. He always knows what he likes or dislikes the first time.

Relatively speaking, this is also a sense of security.

"But speaking of it, generally speaking, no underwear is worn under the yukata, at most it's just wearing something like that... But it's just a wrap around, there's no crotch..."

Cao Qingyi blinked.

"Shouldn't someone restore this thing to this sake?"

There is a high probability that it will not be true, and not many people in the Neon Country will really wear nothing under their yukata. After all, it is just the most traditional way of saying.

"I don't know, I'm curious, do you want to go and have a look?"

"Look at your sister!"

The girl squeezed Xia Chen's palm hard.

"Ha ha……"

Just kidding of course.

The two walked slowly, and the shining lights fell.

"Hey, there are stalls over there."

Because of the previous epidemic, the country has relaxed the policy of setting up stalls.

In other words, if you set up a stall now, in some places, as long as you don't affect the traffic or anything, you don't need to face the punishment of the urban management.

And the more lively the place, the more stalls there are, and bumps are inevitable.

But Cao Qingyi seemed very interested, so Xia Chen walked over with the girl.

The person watching the stall was a rich middle-aged man.

Clutching banknotes in his hand, it seems to be change that can be exchanged at any time, and he looks listlessly at the customers passing by, but there is a flash of shrewdness hidden in the seemingly careless eyes.

Few of those who come out to set up stalls at this age are idiots, and of course they are not very smart.

On this booth, there are some things like handicrafts.

Or something like a craft masquerading as an antique.

What they are good at is that as long as you ask the price, they will give you an exaggerated price and almost scare you to death.

Of course, as long as you show a little bit of know-how, and then cut to zero and then cut in half, you can basically make a deal.

And what the girl was interested in taking a look at was a hairpin that looked very nice on the ground.

Of course, in Xia Chen's eyes, this kind of modern handicraft is fake and cannot be faked anymore.

Almost at the same time that Cao Qingyi picked it up, the man showed a flattering smile and said, "Beauty, you really have eyes, this is a hairpin from the Song Dynasty! The princess once wore it on her head!"

Setting up a stall in this kind of place, everyone knows that there are no genuine products at all.

Cao Qingyi is not stupid, she also sees it as a handicraft.

"Really? Why put it here and sell it."

The man smiled and said: "Oh, it's not that the family is short of money. The epidemic has lasted for so long, and there is really no other way. I can only sell the heirlooms. I just want to meet someone who knows how to do it."