Le thé vert est tellement ennuyeux - Chapitre 90

Frost falls, the last solar term of autumn, the leaves start to turn yellow, and the cold air flows in all directions, making the whole October capricious.

It had rained two days ago, and there were small puddles on the ground.

Dongyin put the roses in front of the grave, worshiped very seriously, kowtowed, and nibbled seriously, and then bowed again when she got up.

“Hello Auntie, I’m Dong Yin, Ming Jun’s girlfriend. This time I came here a little suddenly, J'espère que cela ne vous dérange pas.”

After the opening remarks, she added: “À l'avenir, Xie Mingjun and I will take care of each other and live a good life.”

Avant de venir, Dongyin thought a lot, par exemple, she would be nice to Xie Mingjun, and she would spend the money on Xie Mingjun in the future.

When she got to her lips, she found that it was unnecessary to say, because she looked back and found that she and Xie Mingjun were good enough, and they were both powerful.

Dong Yin said: “Tata, ne t'inquiète pas, Ming Jun and I are very successful now. Ming Jun is now the executive officer of the company, mais c'est incroyable! She manages a lot of people, often in magazines, everyone says she is the best An excellent successor will lead the emperor to the world…”

Praising Xie Mingjun, she talked endlessly. Xie Mingjun put his finger on the top of her head and said softly, “You praise yourself.”

“I think about how to praise.” Dong Yin was still thinking about words.

Xie Mingjun said: “Maman, this is your son-in-law, daughter’s, but she is very good to me, translator, au moins 8 languages, amazing.”

The two praised each other endlessly. After talking for more than half an hour, Xie Mingjun took Dongyin to get up. She said to her mother, “Next time I come to see you, you will be fine there too.”

Dong Yin also assured her aunt, “I will definitely come again.”

Elle y a pensé, she will come here on the anniversary of her aunt’s death in the future, and she can’t make time for business trips. She can come earlier or two days later.

Après avoir parlé, Xie Mingjun looked at his father, “Do you want to go to dinner together?”

m. Xie shook his head, “Non, you two go, I’m here to talk to your mother.”

m. Xie’s expression is very heavy. He has deep feelings for his wife, and every time he comes to worship, he will feel uncomfortable for a few days.

Xie Mingjun took Dongyin out of the cemetery and said, “Although his character is not very good, he still has a deep affection for my mother. He just started a business and many people persuaded him to find a new person, and some people were willing to follow him, but he didn’t do it. ”

The pace of modern life is fast, and many people get married and divorced, and it is difficult to live alone for a lifetime.

Xie Mingjun is also selfish, and she doesn’t really want his father to find a new person in her heart. If you are affectionate, please be affectionate to the end. She feels that she is the kind of person who will not let go after she has identified a person.

Dong Yin held her hand, “je ne sais pas quoi faire, and as soon as I go deeper, je vous aime bien, and I have this feeling too.”

It is probably that the same quilt is the same in life, but the same acupoint is the same in death, but it was a bit unlucky to say this, she didn’t say it, she sang a little “Peony Pavilion”

Xie Mingjun said: “Sing blindly.”

“Then do you think it sounds good?”

“It sounds good.”

Xie Mingjun felt very strange. Autrefois, she always felt that Dong Yin’s singing was ugly, but now she is just like a music idiot. She thinks everything Dong Yin sings is good, but when others refute it, she also thinks that others are rude and have no ability to appreciate it.

Par conséquent, Dong Yin once felt that she was a singer who was delayed by translation. There was a time when the talent show was very popular. Dong Yin often sat in front of the TV and said, “Hey, what are these people singing? It’s better for me to sing, vraiment, I can beat a group of people by myself.”

She is very common but trustworthy in singing.

Dong Yin thought of going out to play with her colleagues before. She showed her singing voice in front of her colleagues. Colleagues said that she sang badly. She complained to Xie Mingjun, “They actually said that I sang badly, which made me embarrassed.”

Xie Mingjun is very protective of her, “Is this ugly? They don’t know how to appreciate it.”

Dong Yin said, “bien, I only sing for you.”

“…Just sing once in a while. It’s very hard for you to be a translator. When you’re not at work, you have to protect your voice.” Xie Mingjun held her hand. “À l'avenir, you will sing songs that I haven’t heard before.”

“Pourquoi?”

Xie Mingjun thought about what to say. Après y avoir pensé, she looked affectionately and said, “Because this way I can look for your singing and find a CD, an old record.”

“D'accord!”

Now they are living a good life. Dong Yin is the kind of person who is kind to you, and she can’t wait to give you everything she has, but if you hurt me, I will definitely avoid it, and it will never be possible to be nice to you.

Xie Mingjun felt that her character was very good, and she never said that the relationship between Dong Yin and her father should be eased, and she preferred her wife.

And she is very grateful to Dong Yin, because Dong Yin is very cold to Mr. Xie in her heart, but she has never embarrassed Mr. Xie outside, such as when there is a banquet at home or a happy event, she is very polite.

Xie Mingjun never forced Dong Yin to contact her father, and would seriously consider the relationship between the three, and she never felt embarrassed.

The two of them are very sweet, but quarrels are inevitable, and they will quarrel too. Parfois, they disagree because of trivial matters.

There was a time when the two of them were watching TV, and they quarreled because of guessing the plot. No one paid any attention to the other. .

Elle a murmuré, “It’s so cold outside.” She shivered, then sniffed and went to the bedroom to lie on the bed and cry.

Xie Mingjun turned on the heater, threw a hand warmer for her, and lifted the quilt over her. Quand elle a quitté, she saw Dong Yin’s hand sticking out of the quilt, her frozen red fingers holding a Rose.

Xie Mingjun was very helpless, angry and happy, took the rose out and put it in the vase outside, looked at the rose, and went to the door to listen, Dong Yin’s voice had changed from woo woo to hum, She was humming to herself.

Going out for dinner at night, the whole building knew that the two of them were quarreling, because they were still arguing. They walked in tandem without talking to anyone. Xie Mingjun was expressionless, and Dong Yin put her hands in her pockets. Ming Jun took a step, she took a step, and she followed very closely. habituellement, the two of them had to stick together tightly when they walked.

Neighbors deliberately shouted, “We’ve had a quarrel.”

Xie Mingjun did not speak.

The neighbor went to tease Dong Yin again, “Whose fault is it?”

Dong Yin said, “It’s not my fault.”

Xie Mingjun turned his head and said, “It’s not mine either!”

No one worried about the two of them quarreling. They both found it fun and interesting. How did they go out to eat and how did they come back? They still walked in tandem, but held hands.

Go to bed at night, you hug me and I hug you, and soon forget about it.

When they quarreled, they were like elementary school students, so they always felt that each other was childish in retrospect, and the childishness was a little sweet.

They came out of the cemetery and went to the restaurant to eat. They ate vegetarian food. When they got home, they cleaned up the house. Dong Yin bought a lot of ribbons and balloons to decorate.

Xie Mingjun wanted to help, but she refused to do so. She moved the chair to get it here and there by herself. Xie Mingjun couldn’t sit still and itchy hands, so she ran to clean the glass by herself.

She also looked forward to it in her heart, and wanted to know what gifts Dong Yin would give her. Every year Dong Yin gave her gifts very seriously, shopping for her records and buying her various gadgets.

Cette année.

She doesn’t seem to like anything this year. Will Dong Yin buy her clothes that she has been staring at for a long time? Or buy her a bag.

sifflement.

Xie Mingjun wiped the glass and turned to look. Dongyin had posted a lot of red paper at home. She would never let Dongyin do this at home. Dongyin’s aesthetics really made her cry. Autrefois, Dong Yin bought her pajamas and bought them red. Every winter, Xie Mingjun has a very high rate of turning back. She thinks that it is not the problem of her beauty, but that she wears it out to get a courier, and the children in the same building will ask My mother, is Christmas coming, why is Santa Claus coming out?

En y pensant, she turned to look at Dong Yin. Dong Yin was not doing it in the living room. She went to the bedroom to get something, and she got something like a pull flower pendant to hang on the door frame. That thing, if Xie Mingjun remembered correctly, her parents would have hung this on the door frame when her parents got married. She walked over to see it, lifted the bead curtain with her fingers, and looked carefully and found that these little pendants were not happy words, but birthdays. Heureux, it’s all small cakes.

“Does it look good?” Dong Yin asked expectantly.

“bien…it’s not bad.” Xie Mingjun resisted the urge to take things down and asked, “Que veux-tu faire d'autre?”

“There’s only a little left.” Dong Yin took a pink ribbon, wrapped their white double bed, and tied a flower on it.

Pour un moment, Xie Mingjun really suspected that Dong Yin wanted to pack this bed and give it to her.

le serviteur a pris l'aiguille à neuf trous et s'est levé et a souri, everything was silent. Xie Mingjun was lying on the bed and found that the whale lights above their heads were pasted with colored paper. She pursed her lips and frowned slightly.

“Je suis ici, my wife.” Dong Yin rushed to the bed after taking a shower, took off her slippers, jumped off the bed and hugged her, pinning down half of her body, “I’m exhausted, I’m so tired today.”

Xie Mingjun hummed.

Dong Yin stood up with her arms up and looked at her face, “Quel est ton problème?”

Xie Mingjun closed her eyes, Dong Yin put her bad finger on her eyes and opened her eyelids, Xie Mingjun stared at her with both eyes.

“Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?” Dong Yin kissed her lips.

Xie Mingjun said: “Dong Yin, if you don’t give me any surprises in two days, I’ll take care of you.”

“Ah?” Dong Yin released her fingers, pouted her lips, and appeared unhappy, “Quel est le problème, don’t you like what I made today?”

Xie Mingjun put his arms around her and said, “You are making so much fanfare, but I can’t guess what you are going to give. Do you think I can be happy? My heart is messed up by you.”

“Vraiment?” Dong Yin was not convinced.

“When did I tell a lie?” Xie Mingjun asked back.

Dong Yin snorted, then started to smirk again, she began to mutter, and kept saying that she liked the gift bag she prepared.

Xie Mingjun couldn’t take it anymore, so he stretched out his hand to cover her mouth, and Dong Yin stuck out her tongue and licked her fingers, making her palms itch unbearably.

“Stop moving, sleep well.” Xie Mingjun’s legs were on her body, controlling her movements and preventing her from moving.

Dongyin is a mess every day, and she doesn’t allow Xie Mingjun to see if she buys something and hides it. Xie Mingjun’s heart is swayed by her.

My birthday is on Sunday. It’s still a little cold in the morning. Frost is falling. Autumn is entering into winter. The leaves are about to fall and the cold wind is about to blow.

Today my friends are coming to give gifts, Xie Mingjun wanted to buy something to entertain them, but Dong Yin said, “Non, we’re not eating at home today.”

“Not at home?” Xie Mingjun wondered, “Not at home, how do you arrange your home like this?”

“Donc, you still don’t like my arrangement?”

“…Certainement pas.” I didn’t like it at all.

“You’ll like it soon.” Dong Yin didn’t get angry and locked the door, “You’ll definitely fall in love then.”

Xie Mingjun said hello, “Then I’ll look forward to it.”

In Dong Yin’s box, she must eat outside for her birthday, and she has to be hygienic when entertaining guests at home. Today is mainly for enjoyment.

Si vous saviez que le pavillon Caiyue n'était pas un climat, Dong Yin drove out the car, she opened the door, et fit un geste d'invitation, “Venir, Miss Xie, s'il te plaît.”

Xie Mingjun sat up and remained silent. Dongyin sat in the driver’s seat, rubbing her hands on the chair, and finally felt the safety to tie it to Xie Mingjun.

Dong Yin drove the car over, and when she got there, she also opened the door, imitating other people’s gentlemanly manners , Xie Mingjun is the eldest lady who doesn’t eat human fireworks.

Dong Yin stretched out her hand, “Miss Xie.”

Xie Mingjun put his hand on it, they laughed after two steps, Xie Mingjun stretched out his hand to embrace Dongyin, “D'accord, don’t make trouble.”

The two entered the restaurant hand in hand, and when they were about to open the door of the box, Xie Mingjun said, “I hope Lu Hanqiu and Chu Ning’an will not be late this year.”

Cela étant dit, she went to push the door, and before she could enter the room, she heard a “Surprendre”, and Chu Ning’an took a colorful flower sprayer and aimed it at Xie Mingjun.

The sprayed ribbons and flowers all fell on her head.

Xie Mingjun stood in a mess at the door and hissed, “Vous, les gars…”

Chu Ning’an said: “To set the atmosphere, let’s be lively, Dong Yin repeatedly told me that there must be a riot today.”

Xie Mingjun patted the colorful flowers on his body, glanced at them helplessly, and looked inside the house, where Lu Hanqiu was peeling peanuts beside the table.

Xie Mingjun said, “Chu Ning’an still knows how to spray flowers, how come you are like an uncle?”

Lu Hanqiu pushed forward with the peeled peanuts, “I prepared it for you, it’s good enough for you.”

“I’m really moved to tears.” Xie Mingjun pushed the plate back and peeled the peanuts by himself. After Chu Ningan finished spraying the last bit of flowers, she came over and said, “Merci, happy birthday.”

Xie Mingjun was not polite to her, “Where’s my gift.”

“Bridge bean sack!” Chu Ning’an pinched a peeled peanut and threw it into her mouth.

Xie Mingjun felt uncomfortable listening to her pronunciation, “Can you study Japanese seriously? Every time I hear you say it, I get a headache.”

Her wife is also an interpreter. She has listened to standard Japanese too much, and when she listens to Chu Ning’an’s accent, she always feels uncomfortable and awkward.

Chu Ning’an brought a box over, she put it by Xie Mingjun’s hand, et dit, “Ah, I told you last time, let your wife come to my house to tutor me, I’ll pay you wages, it’s not you who always stopped me ?”

Xie Mingjun gave her a roll of eyes, “My wife is tutoring you, why do you think so?”

In addition to the four of them, there are other friends who come. They are all very good people. Every time everyone encounters anything, they will help and know each other. When there are more people, the box will be lively.

Xie Mingjun’s gifts filled the small table.

“Where’s Dong Yin’s gift? Take it out and have a look.” The gifts given by others are nothing to watch, but they are interesting ones from other people’s wives. Chu Ning Ante wants to take a look.

“Mine is only for Xie Mingjun to see.” Dong Yin said.

Xie Mingjun was looking forward to her gift, and also waiting for Dong Yin to give her. Hearing her say that, she became more curious, and she pulled Dong Yin to sit on her lap.

Dong Yin said so, took out a box from her coat pocket and gave it to her. Inside was a necklace and a rose on the pendant. C'était aussi une rurale qui était au vent et au soleil tous les jours, it didn’t have any bright spots, it was quite ordinary.

But she said, “I did it myself.”

“Qu'est-ce que tu as fait?” Xie Mingjun pinched the red rose and carefully saw that the leaves of the rose are the design of the crown. She didn’t expect the rose and the crown to be so integrated, and felt that this thing was quite suitable for her.

A rose crown?

This necklace is suitable for the arrogant and cold eldest lady to wear.

Beautiful design and exquisite workmanship.

Dong Yin said: “bien, I originally asked a designer to do it for me, but when she heard that it was a gift for a girlfriend, she suggested that I draw it myself, and she would help me modify the proportions. Plus tard, she asked someone to teach me how to do it, pure and simple. Oh handwork, I followed the master to knock it out little by little.”

Xie Mingjun touched her finger. No wonder she felt the callus in those two days. She kissed Dongyin’s finger and said, “My baby is holding a pen and doing all the rough work.”

Dong Yin’s heart softened. She actually did this to make Xie Mingjun happy. Elle a demandé, “Do you like it?”

“J'aime ça.” Xie Mingjun said seriously.

Xie Mingjun doesn’t lack anything, Dongyin doesn’t come as a surprise when it comes to practical things, vêtements, etc. Xie Mingjun can buy it herself, and Dongyin just wanted to give her a favor, make her happy, and make her feel happy.

Between lovers, less practical, more happy.

Seeing that Xie Mingjun was happy, Dong Yin leaned over and said in her ear, “Ah, Les joueurs de Hell Hound avalent avec une teinte nerveuse, there is another gift.”

“bien, what are you giving?” Xie Mingjun put his hands around Dong Yin’s slender waist and hooked the necklace with his fingers. He already liked it very much, but he didn’t expect there was another one.

Dong Yin said, “This must be kept secret.”

Xie Mingjun chased after and asked: “Let me tell you a little, let me listen to it, and guess what you gave.”

Dong Yin said: “What to do in such a hurry, you have to bear with it, surprises will come stage by stage.”

“Give me a hint.” Xie Mingjun asked, “Which aspect?”

“What gift do you want most?”

Just as Xie Mingjun was about to speak, she pursed her lips again. Elle a dit, “If I told you and you weren’t prepared, wouldn’t it be embarrassing.”

“…Vraisemblablement.” Dong Yin turned her head to cover her mouth, “Don’t say it.”

“Can you two stop showing off, what kind of gift is it?” Chu Ning’an was very anxious and whispered, “It wouldn’t be a ring… If it were a ring, it would be better to take it out now, but Dong Yin had already given it to me earlier. Thank you for your tail ring.”

Depuis tant d'années, Xie Mingjun’s ring has not been changed. It is a bit pricey to wear such a thin ring in her current capacity, but she always tells others: “This is what my wife gave me when I was in school, she was nothing at that time. I saved the money and bought two, which are wide enough for me, and thin enough to wear by myself.”

How can others understand the romance in their love.

Chu Ning’an curiously guessed what the gift was, and Lu Hanqiu knocked on her forehead, “Qu'est-ce que tu demandes? It’s a little fun for couples, can I tell you? That’s what people in love do.”

“Non, you seem to understand what you’re saying.” Chu Ning’an turned around again and quarreled with her, Lu Hanqiu.

A few people started playing, singing, playing cards, and playing script kills. The atmosphere was very lively. Xie Mingjun also went to play cards. Dong Yin sat next to her and watched. Xie Mingjun seemed to be stacking a layer of buffs today. She loses alone and wins alone.

Ensuite, the waiter pushed a big cake in, and everyone asked if this was a gift prepared by Dong Yin. Dong Yin shook her head and didn’t say anything, her mouth was tight.

The cake was exquisitely made and delicious. The pink roses bloomed in clusters. One person shared one, everyone ate it, and no one was rubbed on it.

Dans la soirée, Xie Mingjun drank some wine with everyone, maybe he was too happy, and forced Dongyin to the corner to kiss, Dongyin became a big red face.

They played late into the night and crossed over in the early morning. Xie Mingjun was one year older, and everyone sang her birthday song again. Chu Ningan insisted that she wear a rustic paper crown.

Usually it’s just a birthday, I really don’t feel anything, but now that I’m happy, I always feel that this day is extraordinarily short.

The gifts were put in the trunk, Dong Yin drove his wife home, Xie Mingjun leaned on his back, looked at the changing lights outside the window, et dit, “Merci, Dong Yin.”

“…je devrais, wife.”

Everything today is not a cure, but it is of great significance to Xie Mingjun. This is the happiest and most meaningful birthday since the death of his mother.

Being happy is so simple sometimes, Xie Mingjun looked at the glass of the car, her face was reflected on it, she smiled, and the shadow hooked the corners of her lips.

Life is sometimes long and boring, and I feel unlucky every day, and I even feel depressed and think that I shouldn’t have come to this world in the first place, pessimistic and boring. Ever since I met Dong Yin, Xie Mingjun is really thankful for the attraction between them. .

Without Dong Yin, her life would be unimaginable.

She loves her so much.

When she got home, Dongyin soaked her in honey water. When she was drinking enough, Dongyin went to take a bath, and Dongyin came out and pinched her temples.

Xie Mingjun was not dizzy, she enjoyed it for a while and went to the bathroom. Dong Yin put the bath water away to make her feel more comfortable.

Xie Mingjun undressed and lay down, reminiscing about today’s events, and touched the rose crown necklace Dongyin personally made for her on her neck.

Ensuite, she thought of Dong Yin saying that she had a gift, and immediately got up from the bath. She dried herself and put on her bathrobe. When she opened the door, she couldn’t wait to ask, “What is Dong Yin’s other gift…”

But the moment the door opened, she was stunned.

Dong Yin was lying on the bed.

The bright red bed that was arranged by Dongyin was now covered with petals, and Dongyin was lying in the middle of the bed with a coquettish rose between her chest and legs. She tied her hands with pink ribbons.

The white body is lined with pink and attractive.

The rose between his legs fell, and his hand was raised above his head.

Dong Yin’s cheeks were flushed, and she was breathing heavily. She closed her eyes and became a gift to be opened.

She said to Xie Mingjun, “chère, Est-ce que tu le veux?”

This is the last gift she prepares.