She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 548 You Are One Year Older

Lin Qingyou hesitated for a moment, finally nodded, and said sincerely: "Well, it's pretty good, this pajamas look quite warm."

"That's right." Jing Xing said expressionlessly, "People like you who give people face won't praise it anymore, they can only praise it for being warm."

Lin Qingyou: "..."

The simple birthday present had already been delivered just now, and Cheng Xu asked casually, "Did Brother Jie send the Cordyceps sinensis again?"

He had been busy in the kitchen just now, and didn't pay attention to whether Jian Jian brought a large gift box of cordyceps sinensis, but according to his understanding of Jian Jian, it was probably true.

As expected, Jian Jie nodded and said, "Well, the upgraded and enhanced version I gave, this Cordyceps sinensis is mainly used for..."

Before she finished speaking, Jing Xing interrupted: "Okay, I already know the effect, so I don't need to repeat it again."

Jing Xing pressed the center of his eyebrows with a little headache, and said, "Brother Jie, you can turn off the microphone now."

"..."

The gift He Xiangyang sent was quite unexpected.

He sent a...

skirt.

Shiny, pink and tender, and full of pearls, the knee-length princess dress.

Pretty is pretty, and girly is also pretty girly.

But the point is, Jing Xing is a boy.

There is neither a girlish heart nor a princess dream.

Jing Xing also went out of his way to confirm with him: "Are you sure this skirt is for me, not for Youyou?"

"It's for you." He Xiangyang affirmed his words.

"..." Jing Xing was silent.

What kind of friends with strange brain circuits did he make?

He Xiangyang shook the princess dress again and again: "Brother, trust me, it definitely fits perfectly. I made it according to your figure. After wearing it, you will be the fugitive Disney princess."

"..." Jing Xing remained silent.

Thank you, he doesn't want to be some runaway princess.

He Xiangyang added: "I know you don't usually wear skirts, so you're definitely not used to it, but it's okay, you can show it to Sister Qingyou in private. You see, Sister Qingyou doesn't like to wear skirts, but girls, for sure Everyone has a princess dream, since she doesn't want to wear it, then you can wear it and fulfill this princess dream for her."

"..." Jing Xing was silent again.

Not knowing what to say, Jing Xing could only praise him "You are so caring".

Originally thought Cheng Xu and He Xiangyang's brain circuits were clear enough, but Liang Jidong was the one who really overturned.

When Liang Jidong entered the room today, he carried a big one in. It was placed squarely in the living room, covered with red silk cloth from beginning to end, and never opened.

Jing Xing always thought that he brought some screens, landscape paintings, etc., but it wasn't until Liang Jidong lifted the red silk cloth very chicly in a posture of a great roc spreading its wings, that Jing Xing deeply felt that it was still him. too young.

He would never know what was going on in the heads of his group of friends.

Jing Xing couldn't understand why Liang Jidong made such a huge photo of him and the little glutinous rice dumpling?

And, still in black and white?

To be blunt, this photo is perfect.

It is even more like a posthumous photo than the photo published in the No. [-] High School newspaper.

Liang Jidong looked around and chose a place for his gift: "Brother, you can hang the photo here."

He pointed to the wall facing the sofa.

"No, wait a moment." Jing Xing's brows kept twitching, "Tell me first, where did you get this photo?"

Liang Jidong said: "It was printed in the photo studio at the school gate."

Jing Xing: "..."

Jing Xing rearranged the stress in his words, and said, "No, I'm asking, where did you get this photo?"

He didn't remember that he had taken this kind of Republic-style photo with Xiao Nuomi Duanzi.

Liang Jidong let out an ah, and then said, "I belong to P."

Jing Xing: "..."

OK, the master is among the people.

It's a pity that Liang Jidong didn't learn photography.

It was Lin Qingyou who made the point: "I want to ask, why are the photos black and white?"

Although the photos of the Republic of China are mostly black and white, the retro black and white photos of the Republic of China are obviously very different from the black and white posthumous photos used for memorial service.

Lin Qingyou wanted to know what prompted Liang Jidong to choose such a filter with a color of death for them.

Liang Jidong said: "It's because I think the black and white filter will look more formal."

Lin Qingyou: "..."

It's just an ordinary photo, what needs to be more formal?
Not a wedding photo.

"Brother, can I hang it up for you now?" Liang Jidong said again.

"..." Jing Xing declined politely, "No need, I'll do it myself when I have time."

This thing can't be hung too much. After hanging it, the whole living room will immediately become a mourning hall.

Without Jing Xing opening his mouth, Lin Qingyou could guess what he was thinking, so he changed the topic: "Hey, where is my schoolbag?"

He said concisely: "Just now, July has been biting the belt of my schoolbag, so I hung it on the coat hanger in the entrance."

Lin Qingyou walked over, took the schoolbag over, unzipped it, and stretched out her hand to start digging inside.

Digging, digging, digging for a long time.

"What are you looking for?" Jing Xing helped her pick up her schoolbag so that she could look down into it.

"Gift." She said, finally took out the gift box, stuffed it into his arms, and said, "Happy birthday."

Jing Xing lowered his head, the things in his hands were quite heavy.

He weighed it twice, but couldn't figure out what it was.

But judging from the size and weight of the gift box, Jing Xing suspected that there might really be a wooden fish inside.

His guess is well-founded, because there is indeed a wooden fish and even a cassock in Xiao Nuomi Duanzi's bookcase.

I heard that it was sent by Chen Zhou.

Jing Xing put the schoolbag hooked on his fingertips back on the hanger, and when he turned around, the gift box had already been opened by Cheng Xu and the others, and the surrounding people stared at the contents with blank faces.

Ah this...

what is this?

The shape is weird, and I can't see what it is used for.

Jing Xing stood by the dining table and stared at it for a while, but couldn't find out what it was, so he turned his head and asked the little glutinous rice dumpling: "This is it?"

Lin Qingyou said: "Health mallet and bone massage gun."

Jing Xing: "...?"

WTF?

"Health mallet, bone massage gun." Seeing that he was a little dazed, she pointed to the things inside and said again, "You are one year older, you have to take good care of your health.

Jing Xing: "..."

Jing Xing came back to his senses, his expression was a bit indescribable.

Lin Qingyou tilted her head to look at his expression, and asked him in a low voice, "You don't like it?"

"No, I..." Jing Xing hesitated for a moment before saying, "I quite like it."

(End of this chapter)