half-baked life

Gu Xia picked up the rental contract and was about to go out. The assistant who was following behind couldn't help but ask.

The boss' previous dressing style can be summed up in two words: "high profile".

He loves all kinds of exaggerated designs that have a strong sense of presence and are eye-catching. His clothes also prefer bright colors with large areas of graffiti or full-cover logos.

If most of the outfits were worn by others, it would be a perfect disaster scene, but the boss relied on his face and figure to digest every outfit very well. Many fans even jokingly called him "greasy but not greasy" because of this. ".

But just a dozen days ago, the boss suddenly changed his style. Without even a transition, he turned from a flamboyant business man and a low-key man to a refreshing sports school boy, just like bungee jumping.

Although the female colleagues in the company are generally very optimistic about the boss's transformation and privately say that it is a "success in removing oil", the assistant feels that it is not good for him to be like this now. "He looks good, but he doesn't look like a boss, too much." It’s low-key.”

"Are you vegetarian?" Gu Xia lowered his head and glanced at the dark purple half-zip jacket and white overalls he was wearing, and nodded thoughtfully, "It's indeed a bit...hey, where's my skateboard? It's the one co-branded with Casio !”

"Ah? Skateboard? It should be...it should be in the storage room." The assistant pointed to the door next to the bookshelf in a daze.

There was a period of time last year when Gu Xia developed a strong interest in skateboarding. However, after practicing secretly for two months, Li Mingchu discovered it and banned it. ?What should I do if I fall and hurt my face?"

He even called on the entire company to report for a fee, "Whoever catches the boss cheating will receive a reward of 2000!" He looked like a controlling parent who strangled Gu Xia's hobby in the cradle.

"Don't tell senior brother." Gu Xia didn't forget to remind her assistant when she went out with her skateboard.

"Don't worry, I'm on the same page as you!" The assistant immediately clenched his fists at Gu Xia to cheer him up, and Gu Xia happily gestured to him with an OK sign, "I'll accompany you to pick up the car tomorrow."

"He'er, are you... going out? Why are you going out again?"

Jiang He was sitting on the shoe stool at the door, putting on his shoes. Liang Xiujing, who was studying braised food with Zhang Jiefang in the kitchen, heard the sound and leaned out half of her body, "Didn't you say you have nothing else to do today?"

"I have something to do at the moment. I'm going out for a while. I won't be back for dinner." Jiang He stood up, took off the bag hanging behind the door and looked through it.

"Is it that Mr. Yu again? Does his word count? Don't listen to him when the time comes, it will be in vain!"

Liang Xiujing's words sounded like curses, and Jiang He was shocked.

She looked at her grandma in confusion, until Liang Xiujing uncomfortably covered her face with the spoon in her hand, and her eyes moved around, not looking at Jiang He.

"Grandma, tell me honestly, who told you about Mr. Yu's situation...?"

"No...no one, I...I saw it myself...well, yes, I saw it." After speaking, Liang Xiujing nodded twice in self-affirmation.

"Wow, grandma, you are so awesome now!" Jiang He praised Liang Xiujing's hands with admiration. She did not continue to ask because she already knew the answer.

Grandma's tone when she mentioned Yu Huan was exactly the same as Gu Xia's, a perfect "fan follows the rightful master"!
"Jiang He, to be honest, I think that Mr. Yu is a bit of a drunkard who doesn't care about drinking."

Zhang Jiefang met Yu Huan once, and the way he looked at Jiang He was definitely not innocent.

"This guy, I think... is not very good, really. Jiang He, listen to me first, I am definitely not going after Gu Xia. Let's talk about business. Let's just talk about business and feelings. Let’s just talk about feelings... Hey, be generous and don’t disturb... Ouch!"

Zhang Jiefang opened the beer in her hand as she spoke, but with a bang, white foam rushed out. Zhang Jiefang no longer bothered to persuade Jiang He, and hurriedly returned to the kitchen to drink the remaining beer. Pour into the brine pot.

"He'er, don't let him deceive you!" Liang Xiujing grabbed Jiang He's hand with a serious look on her face, and her tone was exactly the same as when she was a child and told her not to open the door to strangers.

"Grandma, don't worry. I have no interest in having men right now. I just want to make money!" Jiang He grabbed Liang Xiujing's hand with his backhand, squeezed it twice, and then walked away.

"...Hey, no, He'er, don't just make money, just...when you have nothing to do, you can also mess with men...men, just don't do it with that surnamed Yu... Oh, what are you saying? Why do you sound so arrogant?"

The moment the elevator door closed, Jiang He happened to hear the last words that Lao'er said. His tone was so guilty that she almost laughed.

The car was driven away by Jiang Xiaoping. Jiang He's own car had been left at home for a long time, and she was afraid that the battery was dead.

She had no choice but to take a taxi. When the car passed by the lakeside avenue, Jiang He saw Zhang Enmin sitting alone on the bench by the lake from a long distance away.

Next to him was the well-maintained accordion, and around the left wrist of the accordion was Grandma Qin's favorite silk scarf. The pink corner of the scarf trembled gently in the wind.

Grandma Qin left in the early morning of the third day after bathing. According to Zhang Enmin, "she left while asleep and did not suffer any harm." The three children who hurried back home also saw the old man for the last time.

Jiang He and her mother attended Grandma Qin's farewell party together, but they arrived a little late. The process was all over and many people had already left.

It was probably that Grandma Qin had been ill for too long. Her death had been expected and did not bring much pain to her relatives and friends. There was a vague sense of relief and ease among the people who left.

As soon as Jiang He entered the venue, he noticed that the farewell party was not that traditional.

The flowers surrounding the portrait were not only white and yellow chrysanthemums, but also mixed with many red and pink roses. The background music was not the usual sad music, but "Butterfly Lovers" played by the accordion. She guessed that this must be Zhang Enmin's song. Handwriting.

A middle-aged man who looked like Grandma Qin quickly came up to them and led them to offer flowers and incense.

When the two left, Jiang He noticed that Zhang Enmin was sitting in the corner, lowering his head and silently folding golden paper ingots. The paper ingots in the large bamboo basket beside him were already piled up, but the old man did not stop at all. Plan to come down.

"Grandpa Zhang... please express my condolences and be sure to take care of yourself."

Jiang He didn't know how to comfort an old man who had gone through many vicissitudes of life, especially since he had just lost the love of his life who had been with him for most of his life. When facing Zhang Enmin, who seemed to be overwhelmed by pain, any words he said seemed to be offensive.

"It's Jiang He. You are here too. Thank you so much. Thank you for accompanying me on Liu Yan's last journey."

As soon as Zhang Enmin heard Jiang He's voice, he immediately supported the table and stood up staggeringly. He held Jiang He and Jiang Xiaoping's hands tightly with his hands stained with gold powder.

"There's nothing to be sad about. Liu Yan is gone. When I go there, I can run, jump, box, and dance with swords... which is pretty good."

"...If you ask me, Grandma Qin's life is really good."

The two left the farewell party and walked side by side towards the parking lot.

Jiang Xiaoping held an e-cigarette in her mouth, looked up at the rows of French plane trees that only two or three people could hug together, and couldn't help but sigh.The past six months of bathing assistance have brought Jiang Xiaoping into contact with a huge number of disabled elderly people, which was unimaginable before.

She witnessed with her own eyes the faint and feeble minds trapped in bodies that were emaciated and unable to move at all.

The activity space for most disabled elderly people is just the small bed under them, and what they can see every day is at best a view the size of a window, and some even just a white wall and an empty ceiling. .

They are trapped in place, tortured by illness, intruded by boredom and even rejected by their loved ones, powerless but afraid of death approaching step by step.

Facing aging and disease again and again made Jiang Xiaoping tremble.

There was a time when she regretted asking Jiang He to help the elderly bathe.

Jiang He was young, and death and aging were as far away as the skyline to her, visible but out of reach for a while.

After all, there was still her, the mother, and her grandma, separated in the middle.

But she is different. At her age, many people around her have had accidents or even passed away. The last time we met, they were cheerful and seemed to be fine. When we meet again, they will probably have a crooked mouth and eyes. Hey, I don’t even know what my last name is.

Jiang Xiaoping was really scared for two or three weeks.

She began to have nightmares all night long, and the dreams were generally similar.

In those dreams, Jiang Xiaoping aged into a dead branch without any warning.

She was so angry that she lay in her own stinky excrement. She couldn't move her whole body. She kept retching in fear, trying hard to figure out what happened, but her chaotic brain was unable to think at all.

Suddenly, she vaguely heard Jiang He talking and laughing across the wall.

Jiang Xiaoping suddenly felt hopeful. She wanted to call Jiang He to save her, but no matter how wide she opened her mouth or how hard she shouted, she couldn't make a single sound.

When she heard Jiang He's voice getting farther and farther away, she naturally became more and more anxious, but the more anxious she became, the more useless she became. Many times her body would even suddenly burn up, as if she was really being treated like a useless stick. Dead branches were stuffed into the hearth.

Every time at this time, Jiang Xiaoping would wake up with a start. She would lie on the bed panting and sweating profusely. Not to mention her pajamas, even the sheets were soaked many times.

"When I get older, it's best if I can sleep through it, and don't procrastinate, tossing myself and you." As soon as Jiang Xiaoping finished speaking, Jiang He next to him suddenly stopped.

"...Mom, what's the matter with you? Oh, by the way, there's also grandma...hehe, grandma is like this too!"

Jiang He took a deep breath, looked at the stunned Jiang Xiaoping and sneered, obviously very angry with her.

"You two have thought about it, right? It just... doesn't matter. You wish you could leave me alone, and then you two can hold hands and... say goodbye, right?"

"Oh, I just said it casually, how could I leave you?"

Jiang Xiaoping realized immediately that she had accidentally touched Jiang He's sensitive nerve. The last thing she could accept was to be left alone as if nothing had happened.

"He'er, don't be angry, it was Mom who was wrong...Mom, I really know that I was wrong."

Jiang Xiaoping put on a smile and reached out to touch Jiang He's face. Jiang He raised his head arrogantly and refused to let her touch it. His mouth was pursed unconsciously, and it looked like it could hang a half-pound bottle of oil.

Jiang Xiaoping felt very happy that Jiang He was acting coquettishly with her like this, but she also knew that if she had fun now, things would be serious.

"Mom, it's just too... too selfish, right! How can you only think about yourself?"

Jiang Xiaoping tensed her face and grabbed Jiang He's hand, "Mom, I have to stay with He'er well. Mom will work hard in the future, ah, try hard... try to quit smoking first, yes, try not to get sick..."

"Quit smoking? This is what you said yourself, I didn't force you."

Jiang He immediately grasped the key point, but Jiang Xiaoping didn't refute. She suddenly froze as if someone had tapped her acupoints, and then slowly raised her head.

"What are you looking at?" Jiang He turned around in confusion, and then stopped for a moment before slowly raising his head. His movement was almost a 100% replica of Jiang Xiaoping's.

"...Hehe, it looks a bit weird, doesn't it?"

The "initiator" of all this was uncomfortably touching his American-style front spurs that had just been trimmed two days ago!

"It's strange, but it's not surprising, it actually suits you quite well." Jiang Xiaoping was the first to comment, and then looked at Jiang He, who was obviously stunned, with interest.

Jiang He always knew that Gu Xia was handsome.

Otherwise, the path of the good-looking blogger would not have been so smooth.

It's just that on weekdays, he's either so oily that he's wrapped in bread crumbs and fried in a frying pan, or he's so wet that one look at him makes him want to suffer from rheumatoid arthritis. His overly exaggerated appearance seriously distracts Jiang He from his own appearance. Worth the attention.

Now he is wearing a minimalist pure black suit and an American-style spiked hairdo. His facial features are so delicate that they are even a bit aggressive. Even the handful of white daisies in his hand are made to look like a luxury brand.

"...Jiang He, what do you think? Is it okay?"

However, Gu Xia unconsciously and suddenly leaned closer to Jiang He. The impact of her superb appearance was so huge that Jiang He's heartbeat skipped several beats in an instant.

"Huh? Ah, it's... not bad, it looks... quite refreshing."

Jiang He stuttered back, and her eyes wandered uncomfortably for a while before landing on Gu Xia's shoulders tremblingly.

"Oh, it's just 'refreshing'? They all said it's much better than before. They said it's not oily. Was it very oily before? I think...it's okay."

"Bare... almost." Jiang He could feel that her face was starting to get hot. She tried hard to adjust her breathing frequency, trying to calm herself down as soon as possible, but it was no use!

(End of this chapter)