After Marrying the School Grass

Jane’s mother and Jane’s father have been married for more than 20 years, and they can barely be regarded as a loving couple. But this time they didn't even come to pick up their son and daughter-in-law because of the quarrel. It is conceivable that the conflict was not a small one.

Jian Ran asked: "Why is it noisy? Isn't it a trivial matter of adding less salt to the dish?"

Uncle Chen hesitated: "That's not the case."

Knowing that Uncle Chen was scrupulous about Ren Qing's presence, Jian Ran did not ask. At the gate of the community, Uncle Chen helped them take out their luggage from their trunks, "I won't send you up."

Jian Ran nodded, "Thank you Uncle Chen."

While waiting for the elevator, Jian Ran was still thinking about the quarrel between his parents. He asked Ren Qinglin: "Will your parents quarrel?"

Ren Qinglin replied: "Occasionally."

"Yes, there are no couples in the world who don't quarrel."

Ren Qinglin looked down at him, "Aren't we?"

Jian Ran was taken aback and really thought about it.

Since he and Ren Qinglin got married, they really haven't quarreled like a husband and wife. Generally, he was unilaterally made by Ren Qinglin wanting to be autistic in place, and Ren Qinglin was still like a okay person. Jian Ran was angry when he thought of this.

"You can be pulled down. If it weren't for murder and crime, you would have died a hundred or eighty times."

Ren Qinglin looked a little surprised, "When did I annoy the senior?"

Jian Ran opened her mouth and came: "For example, yesterday you called me... called me'husband'."

Ren Qinglin said "Oh", "So the senior is really angry? I thought..."

Jian Ran had an ominous premonition, "Why?"

"I thought the senior was just..." Ren Qinglin lowered his voice, "making a temper."

For a time, Jian Ran couldn't think of a powerful counterattack, and a thousand words turned into a single sentence: "Haha."

When the elevator reached the designated floor, Jian Ran walked out first and was about to open the door when Ren Qinglin suddenly grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Jian Ran:?

Ren Qinglin smiled, "Senior, I'm a little nervous."

Jian Ran was silent, "Are you nervous?"

"Ok."

"That's great."

Ren Qinglin:? ?

"Feng Shui turns around," Jian Ran gloated, "Finally it's your turn this time."

Jian Ran opened the door and the refrigerator greeted him for the first time, wagging his tail frantically at him, Ren Qinglin freed up a hand and slapped it on the top of the refrigerator.

The refrigerator showed no signs of being afraid of life, and enthusiastically licked Ren Qinglin's palm.

Mother Jane followed the dog and said with a smile: "Qing is here!"

Ren Qinglin bowed slightly, with an impeccable smile on his face, "Hello Auntie, this is a gift my brother and I brought back from Beijing."

"Hey, just come in, what kind of gift should you bring! Come in quickly and drink some water first. Are you tired of flying?"

Jian Ran asked: "Mom, where is my dad."

Mother Jane rolled her eyes, "I'm sitting in the living room."

Jian Ran stepped over Jian's mother and shouted: "Dad, I'm back!"

Ren Qinglin: "Good uncle."

Father Jian was sitting on the sofa fiddling with the tea set, with a faint expression, "Here, come over and have a cup of tea."

Mother Jane said coldly: "Their young people don't like tea."

Jian Ran: "..." This couple is also true, and they don't know how to converge in front of outsiders.

Father Jian was helpless: "I've soaked all this well."

"Then you drink by yourself." Mother Jian turned to Ren Qinglin and said with a smile: "Qinglin, come on, Auntie will pour you water."

Ren Qinglin calmly said, "Okay, moisten your throat first, and then taste Uncle's tea."

Father Jian sat up straight, as if someone supported him, "Who just said that young people don't like tea?"

Jian Ran thought that when Ren Qinglin saw his parents, he would laugh like a paralyzed face, so nervous that he couldn't speak well. Unexpectedly, he changed his usual sloppy behavior, behaved politely, talked appropriately, occasionally a few compliments, amused Jane's mother, like a good boy next door.

Jian Ran took a sip of his father's tea, and said to his heart: What the **** is nervousness?

Sure enough, the mouth of the schoolboy is a deceitful ghost.

The four of them sat in the living room and chatted for a while, then went to the dining room to eat. The dishes are made by Jian’s mother and aunt. They are all home-cooked dishes. In order to take care of Ren Qinglin’s taste, the dishes are heavier than usual. There are two spicy dishes. Each person has a cup of Cantonese Buddha jumping over the wall before the meal.

Ren Qinglin took a sip of the soup and said, "I heard that the process of the Buddha jumping over the wall is very complicated. Auntie can do so authentically, so amazing."

Mother Jian smiled embarrassedly, and was intercepted by Jian's father before she spoke: "How can she have that ability? The Buddha jumped over the wall was booked from the hotel."

Jane's mother's smile disappeared, "The Buddha will stop you when he jumps over the wall!"

In front of her daughter-in-law, Jane's mother was still willing to give Jane's father face, and deliberately said in Cantonese, "The Buddha can't stop your mouth if he jumps over the wall."

Ren Qinglin, who understood in seconds, looked confused, and interpreted the air of listening to the heavenly script to the right degree.

After dinner, Jane's mother chatted with them about the wedding photos.

"There are two studios and one photo studio here. They were recommended to me by acquaintances. I heard that I have taken wedding photos for many celebrities." Mother Jian handed them three brochures, "Look at it, and make it early. Which one to use, try to take the wedding photos in two days."

Jian Ran picked up a brochure and flipped through a few pages. It was full of photos of the two men.

Jian Ran thought that the wedding photos of the two men were just wearing the same suits and smirking at the camera. He didn't expect to be able to toss so many tricks. The male models in the sample changed a few sets of clothes, in addition to suits and ordinary casual clothes, even the Republic of China, Hanfu and some weird and exotic clothes. Couples like men and women will perform a lot of intimate actions. This male model looks very cold and doesn't even laugh. It's not like taking a wedding photo, like a fashion magazine—this is exactly what Jian Ran hopes.

"I think this is good." Jian Ran said.

Jane's mother said: "You haven't watched the other two."

"There is nothing to see, they are all the same." Jian Ran yawned, "It depends on you to take a closer look. I'll take a shower first."

"The guests are still there, what are you leaving?" Mother Jian accused, "First take Qinglin to the guest room on the second floor. The room is ready and it's next to you."

"No, he recognizes—"

Ren Qinglin shouted: "Brother."

Jian Ran realized that she almost made a mistake, "I see."

Jian Ran took Ren Qinglin to the guest room. Ren Qinglin walked around in the guest room and said, "The guest room does not have a bathroom. Can I go to the senior to take a bath?"

Jian Ran nodded indifferently, "By the way, why do you call me "Brother" in front of your parents?"

Ren Qinglin said half-truth: "Isn't it good to be kinder at home?"

"The name is not more cordial."

Ren Qinglin chuckled lightly, "Then, then?"

Jian Ran's eyelids twitched, "You should call your brother."

When Ren Qinglin was taking a bath, Jian Ran sent a WeChat message to Uncle Chen.

Jian Ranranran: Uncle Chen, why on earth are my parents arguing? I think they behaved weirdly, as if they haven't reconciled yet.

Uncle Chen sent a very long voice over: Hey, it's really a misunderstanding. Yesterday Jane always had a liquor bureau, and Director Li also went. Director Li drank a bit too much. Mr. Jian sent her home along the way. As a result, she accidentally rubbed Director Li’s perfume and lipstick on her body. When she returned home, she was found by Sister Fen...

Jian Ran had a black line on his face. He knew his father's virtues. Even if he took ten courage, he wouldn't dare to do sorry for the **** thing.

Jian Ranran: Just sending people home, my dad shouldn't do other things, right?

Uncle Chen: Yes, I can testify.

Jian Ranranran: Did you testify in front of my mother?

Uncle Chen: I went, but your mother said that my dad and I were in the same league and embarrassed each other.

Jian Ranranran:...

Ren Qinglin walked out of the bathroom and saw Jian Ran lying on the bed with his T-shirt rubbed against it, revealing a white and slender waist. He watched quietly for a while before asking, "What is your brother doing."

Jian Ran turned over and said depressed: "Is thinking about a question-if my parents are divorced, who should I talk to."

Ren Qing laughed, "Is it that serious?"

Jian Ran scratched her hair irritably, "It's mainly because my mom is too stubborn, so my dad wouldn't listen to her explanation."

Ren Qinglin didn't know what happened, and didn't want to evaluate his parents in front of Jian Ran. He comforted: "Give Auntie some time. If she is relieved, let the uncle explain, the effect should be better."

Jian Ran buried his head in the quilt and muttered: "This can only be done first."

Ren Qinglin sat down by the bed, trying to divert Jian Ran's attention, "It's still early, do you want to play a few games before going to bed? I brought the game."

Nothing else, Jian Ran sat up slowly, "Okay, I'll take a shower first."

In the name of playing games, Ren Qinglin stayed in Jian Ran's room. Jian Ran was short of interest at first. Under Ren Qinglin's strong Carry, he was about to be promoted, but at a critical juncture, he lost a game and won a game. After a few games, he didn't add a point. He was a little bit on the top, vowing not to cross the catastrophe and not sleep.

At the end of the round, Jian Ran stretched her back, "I'll get something you want to drink."

Ren Qinglin withdrew from the matching queue, "I will go with my brother."

At this time, Jane's father and Jane's mother should have been asleep. Jian Ran brought Ren Qing downstairs, and unexpectedly found that the light in the kitchen was on, and there seemed to be someone inside.

Could it be that his dad came out in the middle of the night looking for food? Jian Ran didn't think much, just about to speak out, he heard his **** hysterical voice.

"Jian Hantian what do you want to do?! Even if you mess around outside, you still have to do it?! I was blind and found you at the beginning—"

Father Jane’s voice was very low, "I don’t have—"

Jian Ran and Ren Qinglin looked at each other, and they ran towards the kitchen together, and saw Jian's father and Jian mother standing face to face. Jian's mother pointed to Jian's father's nose, angrily; Jian's father was angry and anxious, holding a pan in her hand.

"Dad, mom!"

The moment she saw Jian Ran, Jian's mother instantly became pitiful, helpless, and weak, "Ran Ran! Look at your dad, look at him! You can't live this day!"

Jian Ran, who had remained neutral, immediately turned her mind towards her mother. "Dad, no matter how you can beat people! You are domestic violence!"

Jian's father looked dumbfounded, "Family. Violence?"

Ren Qinglin tactfully persuaded: "Uncle, you put the pot down first, and you have something to say."

Father Jian looked down at the pan in his hand and understood, "Your mother did it first. She smashed me several times, and I finally grabbed the pan—"

"Dad, don't say anything." Jian Ran said righteously, "Calm down first."

Jane's father couldn't argue, "What am I calm! It's your mother and her—"

"It's all right," Jian Ran pushed his dad outside, "Don't explain, dad you go to the study tonight. Ren Qinglin, come to help and drag my dad away."

Ren Qinglin: "Uncle, I'm sorry."

Jian's father was "invited" out of the kitchen by Jian Ran and Ren Qinglin, and he couldn't help but angrily said: "Why are you like your mother? You won't listen to explanation! Why do you have my surname, just forget your mother's name! Asshole —"