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Chapter 17 Osmanthus wreath.

After Ji Xu said that sentence just now, Jiang Xing didn't say a word all the way, his face was cold as hell, but Ji Xu could clearly see the emotion of 'anger from embarrassment' on this face.

He was in a good mood with a smile on his face, and he didn't go to any trouble.

Ji Xu's family lives in an old house, every brick and tile reveals a long time, the moss in the corner sticks out stubbornly, and the bluestone slabs on the ground are old but clean.

The osmanthus trees on both sides cast shadows, it is a good time for flowers to bloom, and the fragrant osmanthus falls on the ground, seeming to infiltrate the fragrance.

Young people go out to work hard, and most of the houses in the old districts are old people.

The closer he got, the slower Ji Xu walked. In the end, he took Jiang Xing's hand and hid, not like going home, but like stealing a house.

Jiang Xing: "Hello..."

Ji Xu: "Hush."

He dragged Jiang Xing to the outside of the iron railing, and looked in furtively from the side.

Suddenly, there was an angry voice from inside: "You brat! What are you doing there?! Hurry up and come in!"

The gray-haired old lady walked out of the room, holding a rolling pin, and looked over fiercely.

Ji Xu coughed, opened the door first, and said with a sneer, "Grandma, don't be angry, haven't I come back?"

Grandma Ji snorted coldly, "If I hadn't called you before, would you have come back? You bastard!"

Jiang Xing: "..."

It felt different from what he had imagined.

Before the old lady raised the rolling pin, the little bastard quickly pulled Jiang Xing in, hid behind Jiang Xing, and said loudly, "Grandma! I brought my deskmate! Didn't you always want to see him?"

"I'm at the same table, Jiang Xing, the one who takes care of me!"

Grandma Ji was taken aback, squinting her presbyopic eyes and moved forward. After seeing Jiang Xing's appearance, she hurriedly hid the rolling pin in her hand behind her back, and said with a loving smile, "Oh! You are Xiao Xing, hurry up, Come in with grandma."

She glared at Ji Xu, then smiled and pulled Jiang Xing to welcome him into the room.

"Xiaoxu didn't tell me in advance that you were coming. This kid has been naughty since he was a child. It must be troublesome to take care of him. Tell grandma if he bullied you..."

It happened so fast that Jiang Xing didn't have time to react, and he wasn't good at getting along with the elderly, so he just gave Ji Xu a cool look, and then let the old lady pull him into the house.

The house is very bright, there are not many things, and it is quite old, but everything is very clean.There is also a small porcelain vase with several bouquets of osmanthus flowers, and two osmanthus garlands on the wooden table, which are beautifully woven.

Grandma Ji told Jiang Xing to sit down, and then poured a glass of water: "Honey is added in it, you're thirsty, drink more water. The old man went out to play cards, and he will probably be back later."

Jiang Xing pursed his lips and took it: "Thank you."

His well-behaved and quiet appearance is what the old man likes the most. The old lady smiled and brought a plate of fruit.

Ji Xu sat at the table, resting his chin, his tone drawn out, his eyes crooked: "Grandma—I want it too!"

Grandma Ji glanced at him: "There is cold water outside, take a couple of sips and drink it yourself!"

Jiang Xing: "..."

The corners of his mouth curved slightly.

Ji Xu's face turned pale with shock, as if he had been wronged in every way, he ran to the old lady to play tricks, coquettish and foolish in various ways, his intention to deceive people was obvious, and the smile in his eyes was also obvious.

The old lady still had a stern face, and she was coaxed into smiling after a while, and slapped Ji Xu moderately.

Laughing and cursing couldn't hide her love, she should be from the south, and when she became angry like this, there was a bit of southern softness mixed in.

"Stinky boy, next time you get hurt, don't tell your family. Be careful that grandma breaks your leg!"

Ji Xu repeatedly said yes.

Jiang Xing watched quietly, his dark brown pupils reflected the shadows of Ji Xu and his grandma, and the smile at the corner of his mouth disappeared without a trace when he was lost in thought.

Ji Xu must love his grandma very much, and vice versa.

People will unconsciously show their childish temper in front of those who truly love them.

Only those who are loved are qualified to act coquettishly and willfully.

Jiang Xing held honey water at a perfect temperature. He suddenly didn't want to see such a close and warm picture of getting along, so he lowered his head and focused on the two osmanthus wreaths on the table.

Ji Xu: "Grandma, I have a mission to be at the same table with me. Isn't this a cultural festival? We have to perform a show, but the clothes don't fit well, and I need grandma to help change it."

He took out the vicious stepmother's skirt from his bag, and called Jiang Xing, "At the same table, the skirt in your bag."

Jiang Xing put down the water glass, took out the skirt from the bag, and put them together in front of Grandma Ji: "I need to make the waist a little bigger, and then add some decorative fabrics, do you think it's okay?"

Grandma Ji put on her reading glasses, took a closer look, and quickly said, "It's easy, but Grandma needs your help later."

Ji Xu: "No problem!"

The two of them helped bring the two skirts into the back room, which contained an old-fashioned sewing machine and silk threads of various colors.

Grandma Ji: "Okay, you two little guys go out first, grandma will call you later."

Jiang Xing and Ji Xu were waiting at the door of the hall. Ji Xu took the osmanthus wreath on the table and twirled it around in his hand, then rolled his eyes, walked quietly behind Jiang Xing, put the wreath on the Jiang Xing's head.

Taking advantage of Jiang Xing's dazed effort, Ji Xu quickly took a photo.

In the photo, the young man with a handsome face has short black hair, clearly showing a cold aura, but it is softly set off by the osmanthus wreath on his head.

In the dark blue distant sky behind, a few sparse stars are reflected, and the boy's slightly surprised expression is frozen in the photo.

The evening wind blows.

The petals of sweet-scented osmanthus on the ground rolled up for a moment, and then fell quietly.

Ji Xu met Jiang Xing's eyes, and his heart skipped a beat. He subconsciously saved this photo, and then turned his head to cover his warm ears.

Jiang Xing blinked, took off the wreath from his head, and looked at it for a moment: "This wreath is beautiful, did your grandma make it?"

In front of Ji Xu, he never hides his hands, his knuckle-jointed fingers are slender than ordinary people's, his nails are light pink, neatly trimmed.The wrist bones are thin, and the faintly visible meridians on the back of the hand are also very beautiful.

This is a pair of hands that seem to be born for art, suitable for playing with anything, and the warm yellow osmanthus makes the lining even whiter.

Ji Xu stared at Jiang Xing's fingers, a little lost in thought. For some reason, he always felt...these hands looked familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere before.

Jiang Xing waited for a while, but didn't hear an answer, so he asked again.

"Oh..." Ji Xu coughed lightly, "Grandma didn't make this wreath, it's grandpa. Yunzhao's sweet-scented osmanthus blooms longer than other places, and grandma likes sweet-scented osmanthus very much."

"In my impression, grandpa would weave wreaths for grandma every year when the sweet-scented osmanthus was in bloom, once every three days, until the sweet-scented osmanthus bloomed... This weaving lasted more than 50 years."

Jiang Xing listened quietly, and gently touched the petals of the sweet-scented osmanthus with his fingertips, "Your grandpa loves your grandma very much."

"Hey..." Ji Xu smiled and leaned back, "My grandpa was bullied by grandma all his life, but..."

He paused.

Jiang Xing turned his head to look at him: "But what?"

Ji Xu: "However, if I can also find someone I really like, I am willing to let that person bully me for the rest of my life."

He used to smile like this, making it hard to tell how much genuine affection and how much joking.

Jiang Xing didn't know what to say.

Just at this moment, Grandma Ji's voice came from the back room——

"Two little dolls, come in quickly and do grandma a favor."

"Hey! Here we come!" Ji Xu said loudly.

The delicate atmosphere just now was completely destroyed.

Jiang Xing put the wreath on the table, and went into the back room with Ji Xu.

The waist of the vicious stepmother's skirt has been cut on the sewing machine. Grandma Ji pushed her reading glasses and said with a smile: "I need some of you to wear this skirt, let me see the proportions."

Jiang Xing: ...?

Ji Xu: ... Huh?

Ji Xu pointed to the skirt, "Let's wear it?" He laughed dryly, "Stop making trouble grandma, look at my waistline, it will definitely break if I put it on!"

Grandma Ji was in a dilemma: "Then what should I do?"

Ji Xu bit his finger, his eyes lit up suddenly, and he pushed Jiang Xing out: "Grandma, I'm at the same table, he comes, he has a thin waist!"

The so-called dead Taoist friends do not die poor Taoism.

The last time he was punished by the class teacher for hugging for a minute, he could feel that Jiang Xing's waist was soft and thin.

Jiang Xing: "..."

Relying on the fact that Grandma Ji couldn't see, he took a step back expressionlessly, and stepped hard on Ji Xu's instep.

The latter's face was distorted, and he took a breath, but still insisted with a smile: "At the same table... Just let it go, anyway, there is no one else here, I won't... hiss!"

But it was too late, Grandma Ji had already looked at Jiang Xing, sizing up Jiang Xing with loving eyes, and nodded: "Xiao Xing has a good body proportion, can you help grandma with this?"

Jiang Xing resisted for a few seconds, but he still couldn't get over the old man's earnest gaze, besides, this was originally the task of the two of them.

"...OK, I need a place to change."

Ji Xu hurriedly picked up the clothes on the table, and said, "Just go to my room."

Grandma Ji: "Xiao Xing is a boy, so it's okay if you don't want to come out later, you take the tape measure, mark it down and write it down, just tell me later."

Ji Xu nodded repeatedly.

After they left, Grandma Ji became a little confused after realizing it.

No, how does her grandson know that Xiao Xing has a thin waist?

Ji Xu didn't live at home long, the room was very clean, but there were all the bookcases and wardrobes, and there were a few big boxes piled up under the bed.

Jiang Xing took a deep breath, took the skirt, "Turn your back."

Wearing a skirt, this is definitely the biggest dark history in his life, there is no one, after wearing it, he will be dark shark Ji Xu.

Ji Xu turned his back with a guilty conscience, rolled the tape measure in his hand back and forth, and said, "Well, at the same table, I was wrong, really wrong..."

Ask is to dare next time.

Jiang Xing: "Shut up!"

Ji Xu kept his mouth shut.

The room was quiet.

The vicious stepmother's skirt in Jiang Xing's hand was a pure black gauze skirt with gorgeous sequins. The overall style was dark and noble. The back was wide open, which was a bit cumbersome.

The sound of fabric rubbing when undressing was infinitely amplified. First, the zipper of the school uniform was unzipped, and then it was thrown on the chair. Then...it should be short sleeves, and then...

Ji Xu suddenly felt a little hot.

His perception seemed to have become extremely sensitive, and his palms were sweating a little.

The skirt was very tight. Even though Jiang Xing was tall and slender, it was very difficult to wear it. He had a bad temper, and he would inevitably get irritable after a long time, but he was afraid that it would be torn, so he could only hold back his temper and smooth the corners of the skirt little by little. .

But the two-part zipper on the back is really powerless for him.

Forget it, so be it.

Jiang Xing chose to give up.

He said awkwardly: "I'm fine, I can't fit a little bit, you can turn around and start measuring."

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