Guo Zihang doesn’t care if it’s true or not, he just wants to find a reason: “Brother Jiang, what do you think I should do to avoid being scolded?”
“You don’t have a trophy. Unless you bring a daughter-in-law back to celebrate the New Year, it’s useless.”
“Then you take Feng Nanshu home. Can I use this trophy?”
“Go away, I’ll get fucking angry when I see you.”
Jiang Qin stepped on the accelerator and drove out of Pinghu Street. Until he reached the door of his home, he was still trembling because of the words “bring Feng Nanshu home.”
Because it was a working day, his parents hadn’t gotten off work yet, so he lifted the doormat with ease, took out the key and opened the door.
Familiar environment, familiar smell, wanderers returning home can always get a full sense of healing at this moment.
Jiang Qin threw his backpack on the sofa, held the Learning Star trophy and shook it around the house. Finally, he placed it on the dining table and tilted the words on the base fifty-two degrees to the west, facing the door.
“Well, this location is great.”
Jiang Qin opened the door and entered the corridor, and then opened the door from the corridor to go home. Sure enough, he could see the trophy and the words on the trophy at a glance, and he immediately felt very satisfied.
Finding a conspicuous place to place the trophy everywhere so that parents can see it “accidentally” is quite childish for college students, but it is just right for a thirty-eight-year-old adult.
With this thing, he and Guo Zihang’s return home treatment will definitely be different.
For dinner, it will be a six-course base, and maybe there will be a soup.
Jiang Qin turned back to the bedroom, tidied up everything, and finally lay down on his familiar little bed. A feeling of comfort suddenly rushed from the soles of his feet to his brain.
“A golden nest and a silver nest are really not as good as your own doghouse.”
He sighed in admiration, pulled the cord to charge his phone, and glanced at the cold little cutie on the screen, pausing for a long time unconsciously.
Feng Nanshu went back yesterday morning and arrived in Jeju at noon. In the meantime, she sent him a lot of messages, asking when he would be back and when he would go for a walk.
But Jiang Qin’s cell phone ran out of battery once in the process, and he didn’t see a single message.
In the old version of mobile QQ, you have to log in manually every time to receive messages, which is completely different from those coquettish bitches in later generations who dare to run secretly in the background.
Probably because Jiang Qin didn’t reply, she followed up by posting a lot of self-talk, the main one being silly.
“Jiang Qin, I’m going to eat.”
“Jiang Qin, I’m reading in the library.”
“Jiang Qin, I’ve finished reading the book. It’s getting dark.”
“Jiang Qin, I’m going home. I’ll get up at seven o’clock tomorrow.”