After marrying a wealthy vegetative person Chongxi[Transmigration Book]

After dismantling and reorganizing the words Huo Xinhong said over and over again, Jin Miao still couldn't figure out what this person meant:

Is it because he is worried that he is too strong to drink, so let him exercise more to improve his physical fitness?

Or praise him for his good drinking capacity, his face does not change after a few drinks (not), and his exercise has achieved results?

Because Huo Xinhong made his mind uneasy early in the morning, Yan Bo saw that he was also listless during breakfast, so he was very worried:

"Master Miao, do you want to take a break? The few glasses of wine yesterday were 30-year-old Lai Mao. Even if Luo Bin drank it, he could probably last half a bottle. Do you have any discomfort? Do you need to call a doctor?"

"I am fine."

Wiping the corners of her mouth clean, Jin Miao asked casually:

"Everyone looks at me a little strangely today, as if I just met Brother Zhao and Brother Feng."

The two he was talking about were bodyguards of the Huo family. Uncle Yan thought for a while, then suddenly realized, and raised his thumb:

"Last night, you drank three glasses of white wine. It has already spread among us. Many people say that toasting you is a man."

Jin Miao: ...

Today is the day to record the calligraphy video, and Jin Miao quickly put the entanglement in the morning behind her, and took the time to call Yi Shenyan before the start, half to express bitterness and half to hint at her attitude:

"...The last time Dean Zhang came to see me, I clearly refused, but the man actually got my phone number and said something very rude, I think it's inappropriate."

"He even harassed you?"

Unexpectedly, Dean Zhang would not let go of the people in his project, Yi Shenyan complained incessantly, and hurriedly comforted:

"I'm sorry, I really didn't know about this before. If I knew, I would definitely stop it. Xiao Miao, don't be angry. Dean Zhang was fired by the Academy of Art two days ago because of his style."

Jin Miao was stunned: "Fired?"

"That's right, someone reported him for accepting bribes, having improper relationships with many disciples, etc., a bunch of shit. Dean Yi was devastated by this matter, and the reputation of the institute was ruined by this kind of rubbish."

Mentioning this person, Yi Shenyan was also furious, and sighed:

"I'm here to apologize to you. If there is such a thing again, you can tell me directly, and it will be dealt with seriously."

"Let's not have a next time."

After this period of contact, Jin Miao was quite trustworthy in Yi Shenyan's character, and answered readily:

"Let's go this time."

After finishing the call, Jin Miao opened her social account and found that there were a few more likes, all of which were fans of the zombie-like account, who liked all the photos of "Baby Hong".

"It's really a cat sucker."

After setting the video mode in the study, when Jin Miao raised his hand to reach for the brush on the pen stand, he suddenly had an idea:

"Hi everyone, I'm Mr. Shui Qing, thank you for your active participation last week."

Deliberately screening out the comments of "warm in winter and clear in summer" and "Hong Zheng and bleak", Jin Miao selected two elegant ancient poems chanting mountains and rivers from the remaining comments as the opening of this time.

"Next, besides calligraphy, allow me to make a fool of myself."

Concentrating on picking up the pen, Jin Miao made a few drawings on the paper, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, outlining a kitten holding a fish by the stream.

It was a black and white cow cat, posing in the posture of a noble concubine lying on its side under the shade of flowers, with its soft meat ball half-curved, one paw holding the fish's tail, one skimming across the river like a dragonfly, and the other Long tail like cattail fan.

The cat's long fur is fluffy and soft, rich in layers, elegant and agile, as if it can feel the fluffy touch when rubbed on it through the brush and ink.

After examining the painting repeatedly, Jin Miao was like a monarch reviewing soldiers, and finally wrote on the side with a smile:

"When the slender hook is caught, the brook fish is full and the flowers are full of shade."

Showing the finished ink painting in front of the camera, Jin Miao cleared his throat and announced in a gentle voice:

"This painting is not for sale. As a commemoration of the first month of the broadcast, it will be given away by the Art Research Institute through a lottery on the platform."

As soon as the video was uploaded, Huo Xinhong's cell phone rang a reminder:

When painting, Jin Miao was concentrating, his eyebrows were lowered, his wrist was flexible, and his pen was flying like a fly.

The whole painting is smooth in ink, full of form and spirit, and full of vitality.

The lottery can't be photographed directly, but there are always other ways. Huo Xinhong sent an email to Cheng Yu and put down his phone.

It was unexpected enough that the other party knew equestrian skills and calligraphy, but Jin Miao gave him another surprise. Huo Xinhong's fingertips rubbed the face of the person in the picture across the screen, and his icy blue eyes were dim:

This person, he doesn't want to let go.

"I am back."

In the afternoon, I went to the research room for class. It was almost dinner time when Jin Miao returned to Huo's house. As soon as he opened the door, he felt a low air pressure. Looking at Huo Xinhong who was leaning on the bed, he was stunned:

"Are you waiting for me?"

"Ah."

Wei Wei nodded to him, Huo Xinhong's eyes were calm, and he said in a deep voice:

"Have someone bring the food in and eat it here."

"Are you angry?"

Although Huo Xinhong's expression has not fluctuated for thousands of years, Jin Miao has recently learned to look for clues. He pulls the stool, sits next to the man, and softly probes:

"What happened? Can you tell me?"

"no"

It so happened that the servant knocked on the door and entered the room, and set the meal in front of the two of them. Huo Xinhong replied simply and clearly:

"Have a meal."

Jin Miao: ...

After the servant left the room, the two picked up the bowls and chopsticks in a strange silence, and then heard Huo Xinhong say abruptly:

"You don't like to eat?"

"like."

It would be better if the atmosphere wasn't so heavy, Jin Miao took two mouthfuls of food absent-mindedly, and quietly raised his eyes, just in time to meet Huo Xinhong's gaze.

Could it be that he is concerned?

Silently looking away, Jin Miao carefully recalled Huo Xinhong's actions just now, rolled his eyes, raised his hand to pick up a piece of fried tenderloin on the table, lowered his head, bit open half and put it in his mouth.

He barely made a sound when he chewed, his mouth moved very lightly, and his cheeks were slightly puffed up, like a cute little squirrel.

Picking up the soup to her lips, Jin Miao glanced aside intentionally or unintentionally, just in time to catch Huo Xinhong looking away.

The man took a sip of the chicken soup silently, his brows were still as cold as snow, but now they looked like half-melted spring snow in the stream.

It turned out to be the case.

Sensitively catching the gaze from beside him, Huo Xinhong turned his head slightly, and stared at the young man covering his mouth and laughing secretly. The man's eyebrows and eyes were curved, and his smile was like a bright but not dazzling little sun:

"why are you laughing?"

"It's nothing."

Lowering her head to hide her smile, Jinmiao heaved a sigh of relief and asked softly:

"What do you like to eat? I'll make it for you."

"why?"

Scanning the dishes on the table, Huo Xinhong's eyes flashed with confusion, and then he seemed to think of something:

"Remember, in Huaguo, eating etiquette includes picking up food for the other party. You pick it up, and I'll come later."

Jin Miao: ... Are you a robot?

Recalling the empty restaurant of the Huo family last two months, Jin Miao frowned and asked in a low voice:

"Does your family seldom eat together?"

Huo Xinhong's understanding is obviously different from what Jin Miao thought: "It's like yesterday, once a year."

"It shouldn't be like that."

There was a little sadness in his eyes, Jin Miao blinked, and asked hesitantly:

"What about when you were a child? Like eating with your mother?"

I wanted to talk about my parents, but fortunately, Jin Miao remembered Huo Yihai who had bad intentions in time, and quickly changed his words.

Scooping up a piece of meat with a fork and spoon and putting it in Jin Miao's bowl, Huo Xinhong's tone was as flat as talking about something that had nothing to do with him:

"Xinyan and I's mother is Irish, and she eats with her lover."

"I will accompany you in the future."

Carefully concealing the tingling pain in his heart, Jin Miao tried his best to raise the corners of his mouth, and put a broccoli flower on his plate:

"I'll teach you, first of all, relax..."

The servant who waited for the kitchen to go up and tidy up at any time could not help but be puzzled. Usually, the young master finished eating like a routine, so why is it twice as slow tonight?

"I have prepared a return gift."

After digesting the food, Jin Miao walked to Huo Xinhong's bedside with a look like a cat that stole fish:

"It's definitely not as valuable as a house, I hope you don't dislike it too obviously."

"requite?"

After repeating his words, Huo Xinhong was stunned for a moment, then replied:

"I won't dislike it, what is it?"

"it is this."

Pulling out a rolled-up copybook from behind, Jin Miao carefully spread the paper flat on the desk, looked proudly at Huo Xinhong's suddenly widened eyes, and said with a slight smile:

"When the two of them went to see the house, I saw two familiar calligraphy on the wall."

Half lying on the table, Jin Miao looked sideways at Huo Xinhong with his chin on his hands. The warm light on the table shone on his face, which was very soft:

"I don't know how you made friends with people before. To me, just tell me what you like, as long as I can do it."

Staring at the verse on the copybook, Huo Xinhong's mind was not on it at all:

But I don't want to be your friend.

"Hongzheng Xiaose" left a message and hoped that "Shuiqing Gongzi" would write a poem "The Book of Songs", which is one of the very few ancient poems that Huo Xinhong could memorize completely and understand the meaning when he was a child:

"Tonight and tonight, see this beloved man? Zixi Zixi, why is such a beloved man?"

"Do you want Uncle Yan to frame it?"

Seeing that Huo Xinhong didn't answer, Jin Miao sat down beside him and asked jokingly:

"Didn't you say you were going to give it away?"

"No delivery."

Not only don't give it away, but also hide it, Huo Xinhong thought silently, then turned around and asked:

"As long as I like it, you can?"

At that moment, his eyes were burning like a beast ready to go.

"Ah."

Under such gaze, Jin Miao felt that the air seemed to be boiling, otherwise why would his cheeks be hot, and his voice lowered:

"It's best not to overdo it."

If it were someone else, Huo Xinhong would definitely press on step by step: "Please define too much."

But when facing Jin Miao, when he opened his mouth, it became:

"Thank you."

"Not just this."

Trying to ease the inexplicably awkward atmosphere, Jin Miao hurriedly took out an exquisite gift box from her bag and pushed it in front of Huo Xinhong, her heart beating wildly:

"This is a gift to congratulate you on waking up."

After failing many times, this finished product looks the most successful. God knows how nervous Jin Miao was when he watched Huo Xinhong open it.

"Storm bottle."

In the gift box covered with satin, there is a drop-shaped glass bottle lying quietly. In the transparent and clear solution, clusters of snowflake-like crystals are scattered, reflecting soft and bright white light.

"You did it yourself?"

Under the orange light, Jin Miao looked at him eagerly, like a kitten waiting for a smooth fur. At that moment, Huo Xinhong's heart seemed to bloom like a flower smeared with ink:

"I am very happy."

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1. Huo Xinhong: Double happiness, caught off guard.

Jin Miao (confused): Although his expression didn’t change at all, he said yes, so it probably is

2. (after marriage)

Jin Miao: It’s almost time for me to rest QAQ

Huo Xinhong (press it again): It’s not that as long as I like it...

Jin Miao: huh

Quoted in the text:

1. "Cat" by Song Linbu

When the hook is slender, you get fish from the brook, and the flowers lie full and the flowers are full of shade.

Since the mouse is too poor, don't be ashamed of the dead body in my hut.

2. "National Style·Tang Style·Preparation"

Prepare and pay, Samsung is in the sky.Tonight evening, see this good man?Zixi, Zixi, what is such a good man?

Take precautions, and Samsung is in the corner.Tonight, what evening, see this encounter?Zixi, Zixi, why do you meet like this?

Be prepared for Chu Chu, and Samsung is at home.Tonight and what night, see this charming person?Zixi, Zixi, who is so charming?