Sand Sculpture Overlord's thousand-layer routine

In the end, a few people still failed to achieve amnesia, and their minds kept replaying the scene of Jiang Peiliang being kicked by Jiang Yan, sitting on the ground with a livid face, and almost crushed his teeth.

On the way back, there was silence in the car. Jiang Peiliang drove the car with an indescribable expression on his face.

How should I put it, Jiang Miao thinks, it can be moved to the Northeast directly? The extent of the ice sculpture art exhibition.

But she doesn't dare to laugh.

She herself didn't dare to laugh, and found that Jiang Yizhao didn't smile either? She stared straight ahead very seriously, as if she was letting go.

Jiang Miao thought that this girl would never be so honest, but after searching several times, she couldn't find any traces of Jiang Yizhao's deceit. When she was done, she lowered her head in disappointment, and saw the stubborn car that was almost picked out by Jiang Yizhao's fingers. seat, immediately turned on the silent vibration mode.

There was still a dead silence in the car.

Jiang Yan was not short-sighted, he tried to repair the emotional damage caused by his ruthless iron feet just now, but his brother didn't cooperate, so he had to twist into a big horse monkey on the co-pilot.

When the yellow light came on, Jiang Peiliang stopped, and a dirty white car next to him slid forward like a fish, ignoring the traffic laws, didn't he? Forgot to spray the exhaust gas from the car behind? .

Jiang Peiliang patted the horn with a look of surprise.

The tail of the big horse monkey next to it is about to stand up.

You know, his elder brother's car quality and character are first-class, and he usually has a bad temper on the road? Big, hasn't he never encountered such annoying things? It's just that Jiang Peiliang never lets go on heart.

As a result, the eldest brother actually honked the horn this time. Jiang Yan looked at the strength of the honking, didn't he? It seemed that he was just honking the horn, as if he wanted to slap him.

He just didn't know where he wanted to hit it, so he bet fifty cents on the head.

"Big brother," Jiang Yan finally said tremblingly, "You? Does your butt still hurt?"

Jiang Miao: "!"

She realized that this might be the Jiang family's high emotional intelligence. Which pot should not be turned on? Which pot should be lifted.

His elder brother glanced at him coldly: "What do you say?"

"Yes, it should be quite painful." Jiang Yan pressed in a low voice, "Should we go to the hospital?"

Jiang Peiliang turned the steering wheel expressionlessly.

"You? If you can kick me into the hospital, it's time to win glory for the country on the football team."

Jiang Yan shut up.

When his brother is angry, he likes yin and yang, and he is more aggressive, which is very easy to provoke.

But if the animal's hair is fried, let it dry for a while, and if Jiang Peiliang has no one to smooth the hair in time, with his ice sculpture-like appearance, I'm afraid he will be so angry that his heart will smolder, and he will go crazy on the spot.

Jiang Yan decided to apologize in time: "Brother, I'm sorry, didn't I? I did it on purpose."

Jiang Peiliang: "Oh?"

"I really didn't? I did it on purpose. This high school biology course." Jiang Yan pretended to be scientifically popularized biological knowledge: "You? No? Carefully pressed the receiver on my ligament, and then the current passed through? The afferent nerves go to my spinal cord, and the efferent nerves go to the effectors..."

Jiang Peiliang was extremely embarrassing: "If you talk again, I'll screw you? The receiver around your neck will be twisted."

Jiang Dama monkey wailed, and shrank to the side to pretend to be his grandson.

Big brother is angry? It's normal. With that strength, maybe? His ass was flattened.

While pretending to be a grandson, Jiang Yan imitated the appearance of the flat-ass big brother without permission, and suddenly felt terrified and terrified, so he hurriedly took a few more glances.

The fart is still there.

He let out a long breath.

Jiang Miao and Jiang Yizhao watched the two of them pass by the whole scene of teasing monkeys, holding back their laughter so much that they wished they could knock themselves out with a brick. After biting it into pieces, I didn't let out a laugh, but the lower mouth didn't keep it closed, and the brakes opened like a flood, releasing a series of clear and sweet fart sounds like big pearls and small pearls falling on a jade plate in the silent car.

Immediately, an overcooked sweet potato appeared in the carriage.

Jiang Miao made a breakthrough, and finally took this opportunity to burst into a long-preserved laugh: "Is your ass okay hahahaha——"

Jiang Peiliang: "..."

Jiang Miao laughed halfway, and suddenly felt something was wrong? Yes, she stopped her mouth, and her facial expression was like a screaming chicken whose neck was strangled.

5 minute later.

"... Miaomiao," Jiang Yizhao said in a daze, "How long will it take for us to take a taxi back here?"

Jiang Miao gritted her teeth: "It's all your fault!"

Time passed quickly, and it was time for the finale ceremony.

Jiang's father watched Jiang Yan come out of the room, his old face moved, didn't he? He was ashamed to praise him, and said: "Xiao Yan, you are really smart in your clothes today."

Spiritual guy Jiang Yan: "..."

Wearing a white suit with drooping eyebrows, he patrolled the living room, unfortunately, he was caught by his father.

"Cough," Father Jiang coughed twice, "You? Have you had a conflict with Pei Liang recently?"

Jiang Yan waved his hands quickly: "No, no, how could Big Brother be so childish."

That's what he said, but in his heart? That's what he thought.

I don’t know why, but the time limit for elder brother’s anger on weekdays is about three days. After three days, all the anger has disappeared; even when I was not familiar with him, I peeked at his butt. Angry? To this point.

Jiang Yan was a little hesitant. He was doing variable observation, trying to find out what factors caused the different results between the two times.

"It's okay." Jiang's father smiled, "You? Brother, it's rare to be angry. Once, I don't feel bad."

Jiang Yan: "?"

Dad, are you? Shaking M Dad!

The spirited guy didn't see his elder brother, so he got into the car in no time and went to the wrapping ceremony.

In fact, the closing ceremony of ordinary crews is not so particular, it’s just that the leading actors talk about their testimonials and share the cake, and that’s all. I don't like to promote it at all times, so I rarely catch it when it's finished, so early on, the staff of the crew got busy.

It wasn't too early when Jiang Yan arrived, the last scene had already been filmed, Xiao Xu'an and Rao Wang were surrounded by groups, the two young men were crying to death, and a round-faced sister was caught in the middle, Quite unrequited.

He looked a little like to laugh.

"Mr. Jiang, you are here." The good director was still smoking his e-cigarette, and said decadently: "I don't want to waste your time. In the interview with reporters, you can just say a few words."

Jiang Yan felt that this request was a bit difficult.

But when his eyes were dazzled by the flashlight, he didn't think the round-faced sister was funny anymore, because presumably his loveless expression in the photo was too much.

The scene was chaotic, someone asked him to swing his left hand, and sometimes asked him to pinch his waist. Jiang Yan has never seen it before? This scene, the whole person is in a hurry, and he doesn't know when the microphone is in front of him:

"Mr. Jiang, hello!" The reporter was wearing sunglasses, "I heard from the actors in the crew that you personally selected the script and actors of this TV series, and you came to visit the set to give your opinions on the way. I think you are right. Is this TV series very important?"

Jiang Yan answered politely: "Yes."

"Is Xiao Xu'an the next person Xiangjing Entertainment wants to support you?" The reporter asked again, "Or is it Rao Wang? How is your personal relationship with them? Do you usually have private gatherings together?" ?”

Jiang Yan felt that his question was a bit strange: "The relationship is pretty good."

"Then," the reporter from Sunglasses paused for a moment, then quickly asked, "How does it compare to your relationship with Jing Si back then?"

Jiang Yan was stunned, and didn't answer for a moment.

He thought, what's the problem?

What does this have to do with the situation? Why is it suddenly involved in the situation?

In just a few seconds, the reporter disappeared like a swimming fish, blending into the crowd, and couldn't be found.

Jiang Yan scratched his head.

It took nearly three hours for the finale ceremony, and it was useful for him to memorize the speech script. At least the director thought he performed well? Yes, the pokemons are almost exhausted.

Jiang Yan loosened his tie a little tiredly, and took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

During his chaotic three hours, Jiang Yizhao was not too polite and sent him nearly a dozen WeChat messages:

[Happy Family]: Brother is back!

[Happy Family]: Eldest Brother still doesn't care about us, I'll risk my life to ask!

[Happy Family]: I was beaten back, and my elder brother said he was going to eat outside tonight!

……

[Happy Family]: Are you sure about the method you mentioned?What if the eldest brother gets angry?You? Why don't you come back to me? What are you doing?

……

[Happy Family]: Jiang Yan, you? Do you want to play with synthetic watermelon?Why do I always fail?There is something wrong with this game!

The corner of Jiang Yan's mouth twitched, and he replied very confidently:

[Appreciation of Human Aesthetics]: Just wait, once the trump card comes out, the elder brother will forgive me.

Jiang Yizhao on the other side of the screen seemed to be shocked by his wild self-confidence, and he couldn't reply for a while. Jiang Yan sneaked into the fresh food supermarket to buy the materials he needed, and returned home proudly.

And for the next few hours, he, who was addicted to the crazy kitchen, didn't see it, and liked the scene, which caused an uproar in an instant.

It was an account that couldn't be smaller. It was accompanied by a picture of him smiling in a pure white suit in Reuters, and a picture of a university professor in a beastly dress in a TV series that he acted in. The copywriting was just one sentence.

"I'm the only one who thinks that the scenery and the river weir look good together..."

When Jiang Peiliang was about to go downstairs to pick up something, he was stopped by a sweaty sweet potato.

"Brother," Jiang Yichao said deeply, "I have something to ask you."

Jiang Peiliang frowned slightly: "What's the matter?"

"This involves very complicated mathematical calculations," Jiang Yichao said, "Let's go to the study."

Hearing this, Jiang Peiliang raised her eyes and glanced at him.

This glance almost froze the guilty Jiang Yichao into a popsicle, and the "how to play 2048" that had reached his throat was swallowed immediately, and he didn't dare to say it when he was dying.

Jiang Peiliang paused: "You? Ask."

Jiang Yizhao rolled aside with great desire to survive.

Jiang Yichao rolled away, and it was Jiang Miao who came up. She was blushing and a little embarrassed: "Brother, I have drawn a few paintings these days, you? Can you come and help me appreciate them?"

Jiang Peiliang's brows tightened again: "What painting?"

Jiang Miao: "Body art."

"..." Jiang Pei said coldly, "Keep it to yourself."

He put these two clumsy obstacles aside, and just as he walked to the entrance, he saw a tall and straight figure in a small white suit standing in the smoky kitchen, vague, hazy, with a strange look. a kind of beauty.

Jiang Peiliang froze in place.

The figure seemed to have noticed his fiery gaze, turned his head slightly, and said softly: "It will be over soon, you? Wait a moment..."

Jiang Peiliang stood on the spot with arms folded, and said coolly, "No? Turn on? Does the range hood want to take a few more puffs to become a fairy?"

Jiang Yan: "?"

He flicked the range hood away in embarrassment.

Jiang Miao and Jiang Yizhao clung to each other again? Come on, Jiang Peiliang kept a cold face, and finally sat down in the living room.

The other person came, but his mind was still in the kitchen, and he couldn't help thinking about it while playing chess.

Is this preparing a gift for him?

As a previous apology?

Jiang Peiliang looked solemn, and almost turned chess into an international game. Jiang Yizhao, who was opposite him, was so frightened by his big picture that he was so frightened that he went insane and almost dismissed and returned to the field.

In fact, he has long since stopped being angry.

Jiang Peiliang rubbed the tip of his nose invisibly, and the roots of his ears were slightly red.

...It's just that being ashamed in front of the person he likes makes him a little... awkward.

Only slightly.

I don't know how long I have been looking forward to it, or maybe it was only a few minutes. Finally, the sound of jingling, jingling, jingling from the kitchen finally stopped.

Jiang Yan was wearing the suit he personally chose, his face was a little red from the heat, holding a large bowl that was tightly covered, and walking carefully from there.

Seeing him, Jiang Yan whispered, "Brother."

Jiang Peiliang remained motionless, looking at his big black and white eyes, his heart softened.

At this time, two untimely stumbling blocks started their babbling:

"Jiang Yan has studied for a long time to prepare for this..."

"I also deliberately bought a lot of materials and tried many times..."

"That is to say, in fact, I think it's okay, but he just wants to present the original flavor to you?..."

"We just hope that you can change your mood, big brother, don't you? Or? Be happy..."

In the broken thoughts, Jiang Yan pursed his lips slightly, looked up at him, and his demeanor was full of ingenuity: "Brother, I have been doing it for a long time... I hope you like it."

Jiang Peiliang suppressed the urge to run amok in his heart, and in the end he just stretched out his hand and stroked Fujiangyan's soft hair restrainedly.

"As long as you did it," Jiang Pei said in a low voice, "Why wouldn't I? I like—"

Just halfway through the conversation, Jiang Yan suddenly lifted the tightly-fitted cover.

Immediately, within a radius of two meters, an indescribable smell gushed out, like a durian that had been roasted in the oven for half an hour, a mixture that had been fermented for several days, and the stench of sour bamboo shoots spread wildly.

Jiang Peiliang was the first to bear the brunt of such a huge impact face to face and at close range, his brain went blank for nearly three seconds.

"Brother, do you like it?" The three siblings chattered joyfully to themselves: "We have been learning for a long time, trying to make authentic snail noodles, do you like it?"

Jiang Peiliang: "..."

He silently put his hand down.

In the stench of snail powder, he thought calmly.

...I'm afraid I can't even have this litter.