He's doing handicraft again

When Jiang Xin woke up, he was lying on his stomach, just like the day after Xiao Yuan's birthday.

The difference was that he didn't have the strength to get up this time, and when he thought about it with his hands on the bed, his arms shook like he had Parkinson's.

Jiang Xin tried three times, but failed miserably when he moved no more than five centimeters each time, and fell back onto Xiao Yuan again.

And miraculously, Xiao Yuan showed no signs of waking up after being hit three times.

Except for a certain part.

"Animals!" Jiang Xin cursed, not daring to speak too loudly, for fear that it would be more embarrassing to wake people up.

It's a pity that God didn't want it.

Jiang Xin looked at Xiao Yuan's eyelids as if they were glued with not-so-adhesive glue, barely opened and then closed, also repeated three times, and finally opened completely with the squirming of the body.

It was too much, at such a close distance, without washing his face or combing his hair, Jiang Xin still felt that he had been hit by his appearance.

Xiao Yuan raised his head, as if he wanted to kiss him, Jiang Xin sat up immediately in fright, and then explained: "I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

Um?Just sitting up like this?

Jiang Xin began to doubt himself.

Then he found that the current posture was even more awkward.

He wanted to get out of this situation, but there was no strength in his legs at all.

"Is it sour?" Xiao Yuan reached out to massage him after asking.

Unable to take it anymore, Jiang Xin grabbed Xiao Yuan's hand that was pushed down more and more, got out of bed with tenacious willpower, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

He had never realized that walking could be so difficult.

—

Slowly brushing his teeth, Jiang Xin looked at himself in the mirror, looking as if his energy had been sucked dry, and he would definitely be seen by others when he went to school like this.

And I seem to have forgotten something important...

It's over, it doesn't matter if there was no live broadcast last night, the fan is not finished yet.

Moreover, he has signed an agreement with Pumpkin Live Broadcasting, and he will broadcast at least [-] hours a month. Originally, two hours a day is just right, so he has to find a time to make up the time. Who knows if it will be...

Can't think any more.

"I won't go to school in the morning." Jiang Xin said to Xiao Yuan who was getting dressed after he came out of the bathroom.

For convenience, Xiao Yuan also put some clothes and toiletries here at Jiang Xin's place.

"Okay, anyway, you just need to show up in the labor class." After putting on his clothes, Xiao Yuan walked to the window and stretched himself. "Maybe you will hear some sarcastic remarks when you go to the office."

Jiang Xin was a little panicked, and then he finally remembered what he had forgotten, but it was too late.

He looked at Xiao Yuan and his eyes fell on the table by the window.

"Is this painting depicting me?" Xiao Yuan picked up the half-painted painting on the table and looked at it carefully, "Are you—"

Like me too?

Xiao Yuan didn't dare to ask.

Jiang Xin waited for almost a minute without waiting for the next question, so he started talking nonsense: "I'm practicing drawing, and I use the people around me to practice. I draw you because your face has a good proportion." Jiang Xin was worried. ,"You do not mind right?"

"I don't mind. I have good body proportions. Welcome to draw." Xiao Yuan started to be unruly again, "I can be your exclusive model anytime, no money required~"

Jiang Xin: ...

"What do you want for breakfast?" Xiao Yuan put the painting back and walked towards Jiang Xin.

"I'm so tired, I don't have an appetite to eat now, I want to sleep for a while." Jiang Xin was still not used to being too close to Xiao Yuan in broad daylight, he watched Xiao Yuan approaching, and hurriedly lay down on the bed, wrapping himself in a quilt Tight, "Go and eat first, I'll go downstairs and cook something after I've had enough rest."

"What about lunch?" Xiao Yuan said after asking, "Don't go to school in the afternoon, take a good rest, and I'll ask Mr. Ma for the shoot."

"No, I saw the footage taken by Mr. Tianma the day before, and some..." Jiang Xin couldn't find an adjective, "Anyway, I'll be there before the technical class starts, and I'll take care of lunch myself."

In case Xiao Yuan ordered three green dishes like last time, it would really affect his appetite.

Jiang Xin slandered: He didn't intend to feed me like a rabbit, did he?

His face was full of disgust, thinking that his face was hidden under the quilt anyway, and he was not afraid of Xiao Yuan seeing it.

"Then I'm leaving. I need to call or send WeChat." Xiao Yuan looked at Jiang Xin who had wrapped himself in a silkworm chrysalis, and kept thinking "too cute" in his mind, so he really wanted to go over and kiss him.

But he remembered that when Jiang Xin cried and begged him to stop last night, he didn't agree. He was probably angry now, so he had to obediently leave.

Jiang Xin heard the sound of shoes stepping on the floor of the stairs, and the sound of the downstairs door being closed. After tens of seconds of silence, he finally freed himself from the quilt.

After he got up and went downstairs, he fed Yuanyuan cat food, which was half of the previous amount.

Although Yuanyuan looked disgusted, she still lowered her head to eat.

Besides, the shit shovel officer didn't follow that bad guy today, so he was very satisfied.

Jiang Xin was afraid that Yuanyuan would beg for food from him after eating the cat food, and he really didn't have an appetite now, so he skipped breakfast and sneaked upstairs to lock the bedroom door.

After Yuanyuan finished eating, she looked up and found that the excrement shoveler was gone. She said "meow woo woo ow" a few times, feeling aggrieved, and went back to sleep on the sofa.

If you don't have enough to eat, you can only rely on sleep to reduce activity and reduce consumption.

—

Jiang Xin took out the blank fan from the drawer, and then turned on the computer and camera to start the live broadcast.

[Anchor] Jiangshui is gone forever: Today, I still broadcast fan pictures live.

Jiang Xin hesitated for a moment, thinking that he still needs to apologize for the interruption of the live broadcast last night without asking for leave, although those fans who often watch the live broadcast may not necessarily see it.

[Anchor] Jiang Shui is gone forever: something happened last night, I didn't have time to ask for leave, so I apologize here.

[Cai Lun 8] Ljsocxo: No need.

[Mozi 14] A bowl of instant noodles: After all, the anchor has to live a night life or something.

[Shen Kuo 3] Yuanye: We all understand.

Jiang Xin: ...Why are you here during the day?And what do you understand?

He stopped looking at those weird barrages and started drawing fans.

—

After drawing all the blank fans, Jiang Xin moved his sore neck, closed the live broadcast room, and planned to go downstairs to give these freshly baked fans to Uncle Xu.

Yuanyuan heard the movement, and continued to lie on the sofa, pretending to be sleeping and pitiful.

Its young heart is hurt, and it needs the comfort of the shit shovel officer.

But Yuanyuan waited for a long time, but did not wait for Jiang Xin.

Jiang Xin went straight out to the studio next door.

Yuanyuan felt that her heart fell to the ground, and it shattered with a "pop".

—

"Uncle Xu, I have finished drawing the rest of the fan." Jiang Xin saw that Uncle Xu was still busy, and put the fan beside the workbench.

"Thank you for your hard work. After I finish carving this point, I invite you to have a big meal." Uncle Xu was talking, but his eyes were still fixed on the bamboo product in his hand, and he used a carving knife to carve patterns on it.

"There's no need for a big meal." Jiang Xin took a closer look at the items in Uncle Xu's hands after refusing: "Is this a pen holder?"

He thought Uncle Xu wanted to replace all the utensils in the studio with bamboo, right?

"That's right." Uncle Xu was probably tired, so he put down the carving knife and pinched Qingming's acupoint, "It's not my ineffective son who said that besides using bamboo fans for his crew, because a certain character is in a deep mountain bamboo forest Not only the house is built with bamboo, but also all kinds of small things inside are also made of bamboo.”

Speaking of which, Uncle Xu couldn't help but continue to babble.

"That character was a very particular literati before retiring from the world, so this item is engraved with patterns of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum."

"I don't understand. Isn't this pen container just enough to hold pens? Are there so many patterns waiting for moths to eat? After carving, you have to apply a few layers of oil. It's so troublesome!"

"And this pen holder, why use a pen holder if there is a pen holder?"

"And the bamboo chopsticks are even more amazing, they actually have to be hollowed out! Aren't you afraid that after use, the meat residue will get inside and it won't be clean?"

……

After listening to Uncle Xu complaining a lot, Jiang Xin picked up the carving knife and continued to carve, and said, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"No, no, you've been a great help. I took a picture of the fan you gave yesterday to show to my son, and he said he was very satisfied, and asked me how much it cost me to find a calligrapher and painter." Speaking of this, Uncle Xu is very heroic, "The price Drive as you please, anyway, my son has money."

Jiang Xin thought it was not easy for Uncle Xu's son. When he was about to refuse, he was interrupted by the little brother who came in to deliver the courier.

"This is a multi-functional electric cooking pot?" Jiang Xin glanced at the words on the box. He had seen this brand before when he was buying electric hot pots. Although it looked good, the price was also good. He couldn't bear to buy it. Just picked a different brand at random.

"After all, eating out all the time is not good for your health, and I'm tired of eating, so I plan to cook like you." Uncle Xu was greedy when he said this, "What delicious food did you make yesterday? It's so delicious."

"It's just fried dumplings. I still have them in the refrigerator. Would you like to eat some?" Jiang Xin checked the time, "It's noon."

"Okay, okay, by the way, open a pot for me." Uncle Xu walked out with the pot after speaking.

It was too late for Jiang Xin to refuse, but it seemed nice to be able to try a high-end electric cooker.

—

Taking the dumplings out of the refrigerator, Jiang Xin thought that eating dumplings alone seemed a bit monotonous, just as Uncle Xu came in after washing the dishes, and he asked, "Uncle Xu, do you eat fat cows?"

"Eat, eat!" Uncle Xu wished for it, and he handed over the cooking plate to Jiang Xin, "This pot seems to be different from yours, and I told my son to buy it according to yours, he is too disobedient."

Jiang Xin once again sighed that Uncle Xu's son is really not easy.

"This pot is of good quality, and the price is about ten times that of my pot. Mr. Xu, you have wronged your son."

"Really..." Uncle Xu, who was used to speaking ill of his son, was a little uncomfortable.

"Let's use this deep dish to cook fat beef in sour soup first." Jiang Xin plugged in the power, put the deep dish on top, and poured a bag of sour soup into it.

As the soup bubbles up, the aroma of sour soup fills the entire stationery store.

Uncle Xu is looking forward to it, but he is a little worried: "This sour soup smells a bit spicy, is it okay for you to eat?"

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Xiao Yuan (grieved face): Didn’t I only eat fried dumplings last night?Why is it not single?

Jiang Xin (helpless face): ...you don't have to come to eat.

Xiao Yuan (face suddenly realized): I understand!

Jiang Xin (unexplained face): ...

Xiao Yuan (shy face): Because of my wife, she can eat bran and swallow vegetables.Uncle Xu is an outsider, so you have to be more polite.

Jiang Xin (speechless face): [Three black lines.jpg]