"Brother Jiang Jia, come out and eat crayfish. My aunt wants to ask you to be her model."
"She has taken several blockbusters, won several awards, and returned from studying abroad. She has her own photo studio and has collaborated with many celebrities."
Just a few words.
In the night market, there are bustling crowds, a variety of specialty snacks, and warm and hospitable shouts.
The aunt was dazzled and couldn't help but exclaimed:
"Sure enough, southerners can eat everything except planes flying in the sky, trains running on the ground, and ships swimming in the sea!"
Others have great achievements for a long time and a pot of tea.
There were four people at one table, two plates of mouth-watering red crayfish, and four bottles of beer.
Standard summer fare, crayfish, cold beer, and night food stalls.
Soon, my aunt and Jiang Jia hit it off, like old friends they hadn't seen for many years, chatting straight to the point.
He is really a businessman! That's right, isn't that why they came out?
One gave up beauty sleep, another expanded his stomach capacity, both are extremely ambitious people.
And Chen Jia simply came out to eat crayfish.
Without saying a word, a person indulges in the delicious food.
Only Chen Chen was as reserved as a parent. He looked at Chen Jia and Jiang Jia uneasily, not knowing which camp to join. It seemed that neither camp welcomed him.
"I'm going to the bathroom"
Chen Jia politely stood up and left.
The toilet is a bit remote, the road is a bit far, and the lights are a bit dim.
As soon as Chen Jia came out of the toilet, she was pulled into a strong chest.
The familiar shower gel hits your nose.
She didn't panic in the slightest, and she didn't speak. He just let the hug get tighter and tighter, his breath hitting the top of his head, and he could clearly hear the other person's strong heartbeat.
"Can a 1.8-meter-long hug still make you cry happily?"
Yuan Xia is really a big talker, can't he hide something in his heart?
"That's what you went through all the trouble to get me out of?"
Chen Jia is still buried in his generous chest. She likes to listen to his heartbeat.
And their height is just right.
"Are you angry?" Chen Chen let go of her, leaned down and stared at her face nervously, testing her cautiously.
Chen Jia pouted and stared at his white T-shirt: "Escape from the disaster, happy event!"
Under the bright starry sky, Chen Chen felt guilty: "I'm sorry!"
"What are you doing? Why mention the past again! What will happen to you if I don't come out today?"
Now that the matter has come to this, Chen Jia doesn't want him to be upset because of this, so she raises her head and asks with a smile.
I am still very happy with the speed of his settlement.
We must make a clear distinction between making time to find and making time to find are two different things. One is thinking of me, the other is missing me.
Chen Chen: "I..."
He didn't know what to do, what could he do? Break into her house?
He neither dared nor could. Otherwise, I wouldn’t just stand there and feed the mosquitoes.
"You are capable now! Everyone is surrounding Wei to save Zhao! Is it really your aunt who wants to invite us to be models?"
"certainly!"
The aunt was interested, so Chen Chen answered with confidence.
The night wind brought a chill, the water rippled, and the chirping of insects was everywhere.
In fact, there is no uncertainty, moodiness or lack of security. It is just a detail of wanting to love her.
No one stipulates that you have to go through fire and water, life and death, in order to prove the depth of love, but you just want an attitude.
The mouth is a good thing. Eating is just an innate function. Speech is its assistant to show personal charm and achieve happiness.
So when it’s time to explain, don’t hide it, and when it’s time to coax, don’t stay in a stalemate.
He held her hand with a smile and walked side by side.
"Is she really your aunt?"
"Of course! Same father and same mother, biological child!"
"Aren't you afraid that your aunt will know?"
Chen Jia wanted to throw away his hand.
"Are you afraid?"
Chen Chen held her hand tighter.
"You dare?"
Chen Jia provoked.
Chen Chen raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to?"
The starry sky is bright and the moon is as bright as water.
The two people who came back from going to the toilet were completely different from before. Just now they were as silent as stagnant water, but now they were talking, laughing and playing with each other like a spring breeze.
It seems that clearing some memory regularly can make you happy.
No wonder constipation has received attention from all walks of life.
The night market is bustling with people coming and going.
The aunt follows the local customs when she goes to the countryside, and Jiang Jia shows the friendship of a landlord.
The two were chatting and laughing happily without any sense of incompatibility. People who didn't know better thought they were a couple.
With the lobster in hand, I have the world! It doesn't matter whether a meal of crayfish is cooked or not?
As soon as they sat down, my aunt glanced at Chen Chen's pure white T-shirt with a red mark on his chest.
She smiled and said nothing, but casually looked back and forth between them.
Is this the lip gloss or lobster oil that Chen Jia just applied to his chest and rubbed on his mouth?
The two people who were watched felt guilty and drank the drinks in tacit understanding, but they couldn't hide their joyful mood.
"Little beauty, your name is Chen Jia, right?"
Chen Jia nodded: "Yes!"
The aunt smiled and said: "You see, our name is Chen Chen, your name is Chen Jia, your two names together make us a family.
Is it a coincidence? Or fate? "
"Purely coincidental."
"it's fate!"
Both Chen and Chen spoke in unison. Chen Jia felt an urgency to avoid this topic, but Chen Chen felt a desire to start a detailed conversation.
Jiang Jiaxin said bluntly: "It's just to save trouble! I'm a family member."
"Oh, is it so?"
My aunt walked around everyone present with a rich expression and asked: "Does Xiaochen have a girl he likes in school?"
It was obviously about Chen Chen, but the aunt asked about Chen Jia.
When I came back from going to the toilet, the conversation suddenly turned to myself.
A little caught off guard, are they done talking about serious matters?
Chen Chen: "Of course!"
Chen Jia: "No!"
The aunt's smile deepened. This boy just kept silent at home and vowed not to say anything. Why did Kung Fu suddenly bring it up without asking?
The uncontrollable gossip factor surged in his heart, like a loaded machine gun, and he couldn't wait to ask Chen Jia:
"What kind of girl is good-looking? Are you in the same class as you? What's your last name? Where do you live?..."
Chen Jia was embarrassed: "..."
Wouldn’t it be clearer to ask the person involved? Why embarrass her, a bystander!
She glanced at him secretly, feeling regretful for provoking him just now. Was she really going to meet her parents with this attitude?
Jiang Jia peeled the shrimp and said calmly: "It's normal to have someone you like. It means there's no problem with sexual orientation. It's normal for her not to know. She doesn't hear what's going on outside the window and only reads the books of sages."
Chen Chen jumped for joy: "Of course she is good-looking and smart, but she has a bad temper, right?"
After that, he specially invited Chen Jia, who was already busy peeling shrimps, to participate in this topic and express his views on it.
