After marrying an idol

After staying at home for two days, Ji Lin called in the early morning of the 30th, and said incoherently: "What the hell!! You are the No.3 the worst!! Did you sneak away from me and old Jane to make up lessons! "

Yin Yan opened his eyelids, sat up, still a little confused: "What?"

Ji Lin excitedly said: "Look at the official website of WIA, the results have just been announced hahahaha."

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Yin Yan glanced at the phone calendar and realized that today is the time for the WIA to announce the rankings.

Yin Yan: "I see."

After finishing speaking, he glanced around and saw that Sheng Chi had already gotten up.

"By the way." Ji Lin was more anxious than him: "Who will arrange for you to go to Los Angeles?"

Yin Yan lifted the quilt, his legs were still a little weak when they touched the ground.

Yin Yan: "The organizer will contact us, either tonight or tomorrow morning's flight."

While talking, a strange phone popped in.

Yin Yan hastily said a few words to Ji Lin, and then connected.

On the other end is the staff of WIA, who said that he has sent the relevant information and location of the game to Los Angeles to his mailbox, pay attention to check.

Yin Yan hung up the phone and went downstairs.

Sheng Chi just came out after washing, and the hair scattered on his forehead was slightly wet. Seeing him, he casually said, "What do you want for breakfast?"

"It's all right." Yin Yan walked to the living room, squatted down on the spot, turned on the computer, and logged into the mailbox. Sure enough, there was an unread letter in it.

Sheng Chi walked over and bent over: "What are you looking at?"

Yin Yan clicked on the email and stared at the computer screen: "WIA sent me an email, let me see when it's time to leave..."

When registering for the competition, the copies of everyone's ID cards were submitted to the official, so the air tickets and accommodation to Los Angeles have been arranged by the WIA staff.

"Tonight's flight." Sheng Chi said.

Yin Yan looked up at him and blinked: "Ten forty."

The corners of Sheng Chi's lips curled up, and he rubbed his hair: "See what we're going to prepare."

"Ah."

Yin Yan read the email carefully, and then wrote down the precautions one by one.

In fact, there are not many things to prepare, that is, you need to arrive at Suicheng Airport at nine o'clock. There will be a teacher in charge of the Chinese area at the airport. At that time, they will each be given a name tag for the competition, and then they will take him and four friends to receive the registration. Passenger board, ready to board.

After getting off the plane, there will be corresponding WIA foreign teachers to pick them up to the competition location.

Yin Yan didn't know who the other four were, so he posted on the WIA official website.

I checked this year's Chinese District Spring Split.

No.1 is the Academy of Fine Arts of Xiamen University, the second and fourth places are Nanchuan Academy of Fine Arts, and No.5 is Humei.

Only the top five results are displayed on the official website, and the results of others cannot be found for the time being.

While Yin Yan was browsing the web for a short while, the phone buzzed non-stop, and the class group kept calling Aiteta, the tutor and the art teacher.

They all told him that he doesn't have to go to school today and prepare well for the competition.

The afternoon was free.

So after breakfast, Yin Yan and Sheng Chi went back to Lanting Bay to see Mrs. Sheng.

When we arrived at Lanting Bay, only Aunt Hua squatted in the garden pruning flower branches. When she saw the two, her eyes lit up and she stood up: "Why are you back?"

"Aunt Hua." Yin Yan smiled and said, "Where's grandma?"

"The old lady went out alone in the morning, and she will be back soon." Aunt Hua said, "I'll call her."

"No need." Sheng Chi put the things into the house and said, "I know where she has gone, let's go pick her up."

"Okay." Aunt Hua confessed again: "Don't drive, the old lady will probably just walk back."

Sheng Chi: "Okay."

Coming out of the house, the two walked side by side on the long asphalt road.

Yin Yan asked curiously, "Where did grandma go?"

Sheng Chi: "Nanshan Cemetery."

Nanshan Cemetery is not far from Lanting Bay, in the northwest.

"The old man is buried there."

Sheng Chi's memory of the old man is not much, even vague.

The old man left when Sheng Chi was two years old.

The only thing he remembers is that the old man likes spicy food, especially Hunan cuisine.

At that time, Sheng Chi was still young. Once he touched chili sauce with his hand and rubbed his eyes accidentally. Finally, his eyes became inflamed and he was sent to the hospital. Grandma Sheng Chi quarreled with his grandpa for a whole day because of this matter, and she didn’t allow him to do so in the future. Peppers appeared on the dinner table.

Then Grandpa Sheng Chi fell ill and was bedridden for half a year, and finally died in March when the grass was growing and Yingfei was flying.

Sheng Chi was just babbling at that time, and didn't understand anything. Seeing adults cry, he cried too.

It was also from then on that Shengchi's parents went abroad and put Xiao Shengchi by the old lady's side.

When Sheng Chi was in preschool, Mrs. Sheng was going to find an aunt.

She has only one request, that she can cook Hunan cuisine.

Sheng Chi thought to himself, the old man probably wouldn't think of it.

Before he was alive, his wife often quarreled because of the pepper in the dish. After he left, his wife ate the spicy dish all her life alone.

"Does grandma go to the cemetery every year?" Yin Yan asked.

Sheng Chi: "Yes."

The two walked along the lake in Lanting Bay, chatting about the past while walking, and after a while, they saw the figure of the old lady carrying a flower basket.

Yin Yan was the first to see it, approached and called affectionately: "Grandma."

The old lady was wearing a water-blue cheongsam with a shawl on her shoulders and a pearl necklace around her neck. Her hair was lightly pulled back and her face was old but elegant and calm.Seeing the two of them, he immediately laughed: "You are here."

Sheng Chi took the flower basket in her hand, and said, "He's going to play in Los Angeles tonight. It's been a long time since he saw you, so I'll come back to see you today."

The old lady took Yin Yan's hand: "I'm fine, don't worry about me, prepare for the game."

Yin Yan obediently responded.

The old lady looked very happy, and she said: "I went to see your grandfather today, and saw that the sweet-scented osmanthus tree planted the year before last had grown taller. I heard from the staff there that it will bloom this year."

Sheng Chi Wensheng: "We will accompany you to see it then."

"Why do you young people accompany me as an old lady? I can still talk to your grandpa for a while if I go alone. What can I say when you are there?"

Sheng Chi couldn't help laughing: "Okay."

After returning home slowly, it was almost twelve o'clock. Aunt Hua had finished lunch and was waiting for the three of them to come back.

After lunch, Yin Yan and Sheng Chi sat on the sofa and chatted with the old lady, and they didn't leave until four o'clock to return to the young mansion.

"Hey wait." Before leaving, the old lady thought of something and asked, "Xiao Yan's birthday is coming soon, he will be 20 years old."

Yin Yan didn't understand the old lady's subtext, so she hummed with a smile.

The old lady simply said to Sheng Chi: "Xiao Yan is 20 years old, when will you take someone to get the certificate?"

"..."

After returning home, Sheng Chi sat on the edge of the bed, watched Yin Yan squatting on the ground to pack his luggage, watched quietly for a few seconds, and said, "I will go see your mother with my lawyer in a few days."

Yin Yan's hand that folded the clothes paused, knowing what it was for, and raised his head: "Why don't you wait for me to come back, and go with you."

He was worried that he would be embarrassed by Meng Lan.

"No need." Sheng Chi shook his head: "Don't worry about the game."

"Okay." Yin Yan smiled, put away his clothes, got up and went to the bed to unplug the charger, just turned around, suddenly a hand hooked his waist, Sheng Chi directly brought him into his arms, bowed his head and kissed his hair.

Instructed: "When you are abroad, you can't discharge people casually. Foreigners are very open, you know?"

Where is this?

Yin Yanle looked up at him: "When did I discharge people indiscriminately?"

"Don't keep staring at people." Sheng Chi said in a low voice, "Don't leave me for a few days and run away with people."

Sheng Chi spoke at a leisurely pace, with strong possessiveness in his words, Yin Yan looked into his eyes, and his heart beat very fast.

Yin Yan knows that Sheng Chi is very possessive, and usually even if he takes one more look at the male models on TV, he will feel a little jealous.

He was a little proud, but also a little satisfied: "Then... what if I run away with someone?"

Sheng Chi looked at him, but didn't answer right away.

Yin Yan was a little curious, put his arms around Shengchi's neck, blinked his clear eyes, and continued to challenge the opponent's bottom line recklessly: "I heard that there are many handsome men abroad."

"Just try it and you'll know." Sheng Chi said lightly.

When he said this, there was a smile on the corner of his lips, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, it was a bit cold.

Yin Yan almost felt weak under his eyes, leaned forward and kissed him, his eyes brightened: "I won't run away with anyone."

"Be good." Sheng Chi pinched his waist, looked at Yin Yan's fair and beautiful face, still worried in his heart, put him down, and said, "Wait a minute, I have something to do."

"What are you doing?" Yin Yan was a little puzzled, and in the next second, she watched Sheng Chi reach out and open the drawer, and took out a pen from it.

"I'll sign it for you." Sheng Chi said.

Yin Yan suddenly felt that Sheng Chi was going to do something, and his face became hot.

Sheng Chi took off the cap of the pen, looked over with those beautiful peach blossom eyes, the corners of the eyes were slightly raised as a gesture.

"...Where do you write it?" Yin Yan clenched her hands subconsciously.

Sheng Chi is very persistent in signing his body, especially likes to write on his...

Sheng Chi looked at him for a few seconds, walked over, and said in a low voice, "Lie down on the bed."

For Yin Yan in the past, these were things that could be blushed and cursed at.

He turned around meekly, took off his pants, and held back his shyness and asked, "What did you sign before?"

Because it is on the buttocks, he can't see the whole thing in the mirror every time.

Sheng Chi smiled and did not return, and squatted down.

When the cool pen tip fell, Yin Yan's thighs trembled, and he buried his face in the quilt in shame.

For some reason, he always felt that the tip of the pen was like a kindling, and when it was winding and free, it made him feel like his whole body was burning, and the blood rushed to his face very quickly.

Sheng Chi wrote several words.

After finishing writing, I took out my phone, turned on the camera, and took a photo.

A "click" sound was heard.

Yin Yan came back to his senses, got up blushing, put on his pants, saw Sheng Chi looking at the photo album on his phone with a smile on his face, wanted to see it himself, and leaned over: "What did you sign?"

The screen was suddenly turned off, Sheng Chi put the phone away: "Don't look at it."

When he said this, Yin Yan became even more curious.

Sheng Chi put down the pen, and when he turned around, he saw Yin Yan was still curious, so he stretched out his hand to grab Yin Yan's wrist, lowered his head and kissed gently on the rosy lips, as if to divert attention, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't be curious. "

Yin Yan closed his eyes, grabbed his clothes with his fingers, and raised his head to respond to his kiss.

Then, he heard Sheng Chi whisper in his ear.

He said.

It's so nasty.

The author has something to say: You know dirty too.

You can guess, and you will get a prize (red envelope) if you guess it, but...it's not that I don't believe you, but I feel that you can't guess the lower limit of Chigou.Tip: to has an English word in it.