Did Zhou Jing retire today?

"You guys want to buy a house? That's great!" Zhou's mother said while rushing the dumpling wrappers, "I've wanted to tell you two about this for a long time, but I just didn't find the opportunity. Where do you want to buy a house? Buy How old is it? Is the money enough?"

Before Tang Jue could reply, Zhou Jing said first, "We're still discussing, but if you really want to buy it, it's more convenient to buy it in Beijing."

Mama Tang made dumplings clumsily, and shook her head disapprovingly when she heard the words: "House prices in Beijing are too expensive, and there are restrictions on purchases. There is no advantage except being close. Aren't many activities in the entertainment industry in Shanghai? It's the same for you to buy a house here, work Communication and so on can be operated remotely.”

"Mom, do you think it's convenient for you to have a meal in Shanghai?" Tang Jue interjected quietly.

"Go away!" Tang's mother raised her head and gave her son a look.

"Oh! There is no need to buy a house in Shanghai, just live at home!" Zhou's mother laughed so hard that she couldn't see her eyes, "It's really not possible, there are still two houses in Jing'an, you can choose whatever you want!"

"Did you hear, Jing'an still has two houses... And you said your family is not rich?" Tang Jue approached Zhou Jing and whispered in his ear.

Zhou Jing ignored him, wrapped the dumplings in his hand, and said following his mother's words: "Shanghai doesn't need to buy one, so let's buy one in Beijing. In fact, I have always wanted to change houses, otherwise you will go to Beijing I can’t stay here even if I come to play.”

"Then buy it in Beijing," Zhou's father said, "Is the money enough? Mom and Dad will give you a down payment?"

"Hey! This really requires a down payment, so we should pay it!" Father Tang put down a bun-shaped dumpling, pushed the glasses with the back of his hand, and successfully left a white mark on his face.

"Right, right, dear, don't make money with us! Jingjing should be able to buy a house in Beijing, right? Then the house will be written with Jingjing's name." Mother Tang also put down a crooked dumpling, right next to Zhou Jing The wrapped white and fat dumplings are horrible in comparison.

"Since we want to write Jingjing's name, we should write... What is this?" Mother Zhou was stunned by the mobile phone interface in front of her before she finished speaking. After looking at it for a long time, she realized that it was a bank balance interface. , the number of digits is too large to be counted for a while.

Zhou's mother looked at her phone, then at Zhou Jing, her jaw almost fell to the ground: "... How much money does being a celebrity make?"

Zhou Jing shook her head amusedly: "Mom, you can see clearly, it's not my name written on the account."

Tang Jue immediately continued, "But Zhou Jing knows the code, so he can control it as he pleases."

"Oh, you two, don't show your affection in front of your mother!" Zhou's mother pushed the phone away with the back of her hand in disgust, "Knowing that you have money, then you can watch and buy it yourself. We don't have to worry about it and save trouble! But If you want to write Jing Jing’s name on the house in Beijing, then Xiao Tang’s name should be written on the house in Shanghai, what do you think dad?”

"It should be," Zhou's father put down the perfectly shaped dumplings and nodded, "Let's transfer those two houses in Jing'an to Xiao Tang later."

"Why is it so troublesome! Write Tang Jue's name on the money he spends!" Zhou Jing put down his phone, squeezed some hand sanitizer, and said while washing his hands, "You can keep the house in Jing'an for yourself, or sell it. And I don’t plan to buy a house in Shanghai, if I want to buy it, I will buy it in Hangzhou, which is close to Shanghai Hengdian.”

Zhou's mother thought about the numbers she saw just now, and nodded: "Okay, okay, you two have your own home, you plan on your own, and mom won't interfere!"

After she finished speaking, she glanced at Tang's mother, and the two laughed together, making Zhou Jing and Tang Jue look puzzled.

After finishing the tedious New Year's Eve dinner, the six members of the two families sat around the table happily and toasted to celebrate the festive season.Although some of the dumplings were boiled into meatball noodle soup, the New Year’s Eve with delicious dishes and a lot of people was a scene that the Zhou and Tang families hadn’t experienced in many years.

When it was twelve o'clock at the time of the New Year's Eve, Zhou's mother picked the dumplings marked with coins into Zhou Jing and Tang Jue's bowls, forcing them to eat the dumplings, saying it was for good luck.

In the end, luck was obtained, and the two young men were stunned by the food that stretched up to their throats, so they couldn't sleep, and they pancakes on the bed together.

Since you can't sleep, let's talk.Tang Jue turned around in the dark, held Zhou Jing's hand, and asked in a low voice, "What kind of house do you like?"

Zhou Jing turned over and looked at the hazy outline of her lover, thought for a while, and said, "First of all, it must be big, at least three rooms, right? Only when parents come, can they live in it. Then it's best not to jump floors, it's inconvenient to go up and down the stairs."

"If you don't want to jump, then don't consider the villa?"

"The villa is too big, and it is far away from the city center, so it feels a bit deserted."

"That's right, if you want to go downstairs and go shopping at night, the wilderness is not interesting."

Tang Jue rubbed Zhou Jing's hand and thought about it for a while: "Then buy a large flat, and the parents' bedroom should be bigger, preferably the one with a bathroom in the guest bedroom... Hey, what do you have? Don’t have any favorite decoration style?”

The more Tang Jue spoke, the more vigorous he was, he simply half-propped up and turned on the bedside lamp with his hand.

The weak light illuminated Zhou Jing's face. He thought for a while under the soft light that was not harsh at all, and turned over on the bed in abandonment: "I really don't know anything about decoration..."

"Me too, why don't we check it out?" Tang Jue also turned over and lay beside Zhou Jing, and the two of them met head to shoulder and searched the sample room with their mobile phones until it was four o'clock in the morning. And sleep.

After sleeping until ten or eleven o'clock in the morning, the two of them got up to wash and yawned.

After tidying up, I went out of the room and saw that there was no one in the house. A note was left on the dining table, which said: We are going to worship at Jing'an Temple, and we can heat up whatever we want.

Zhou Jing held the note with a look of disbelief on his face: "Did they forget that I'm leaving for Hengdian tonight?" How could they just leave their precious son whom they haven't seen for a long time and go out to play by themselves?

Tang Jue was amused by Zhou Jing's expression, put his arms around his shoulder and said, "It's okay, isn't there another person who was also abandoned by my parents to accompany you?"

Zhou Jing crumpled the note into a ball and threw it into the trash bin speechlessly, opened the refrigerator and asked Tang Jue while picking food, "It should end soon with you, right?"

Tang Jue looked at the refrigerator together with him, and pointed to a lunch box: "A day or two at most...how about steamed buns with ham?"

"Where did you get the steamed buns?" Zhou Jing said, but still took out the lunch box containing the ham, "Then do you have any other plans after the filming?"

"No, Shen Shubai promised to give me a few days off," Tang Jue said, put his chin on Zhou Jing's shoulder, tilted his head and kissed his neck, "At least I can stay with you for a week."

"One week..." Zhou Jing also took out the leftover dumplings from yesterday, and walked to the kitchen with a koala-like man behind him, "It takes such a long time to make good use of it."

As he said that, he patted the koala on the head: "Why don't you go and see the house first? Just choose according to the conditions we discussed last night. If you see a suitable one, you can record a video, choose two or three sets, and then we will Let's make it together again."

When Tang Jue heard this, he straightened up and looked at the back of the head of the person in his arms in disbelief: "You actually asked me to see the house?"

"Yeah, what's the matter?" Zhou Jing turned on the gas stove, ready to make fried dumplings.

Tang Jue was heartbroken amidst the sound of oil squeaking: "Just now you said that your parents left you alone, how long has it been! You are going to drive your husband to see the house!"

"Oh, just say whether you want to go or not," Zhou Jing indifferently poured the prepared starch water into the pot, and instructed without looking back, "Go and pour two plates of vinegar."

"...Let Shen Shubai choose. I'll go and see after he chooses." Tang Jue let go of his wife's waist angrily, turned around and took two small plates out of the cupboard.

"Just torment Shen Shubai every day, be careful that one day he quits." Zhou Jing put the lid on the pot, turned around and looked at Tang Jue with arms folded.

"The studio's annual dividends are not less than his share, and he doesn't have to run in person. There is a high probability that Cao Mosquito and the others will run errands."

"It's possible, but no matter what the house is, you have to see it in person before making a decision."

"Don't worry," Tang Jue was very jealous, and walked over to look at the pan with dumplings, "The house that will live in for decades, of course you can't be careless. Let them record the video and watch it one by one when we have time. Hey, Are the dumplings ready?"

Hearing this, he was inexplicably happy, Zhou Jing pursed his lips, turned around with a smile and looked at the pot: "Damn it!"

Although the bottom was too burnt and hard, the dumplings were still delicious. Zhou Jing and Tang Jue ate the dumplings and the ham with mouthfuls of flavor.

After eating a late breakfast and lunch, the two popular stars who couldn't go out picked a movie from last year and watched it. They waited until four o'clock in the afternoon to slowly pack their luggage.

Fortunately, the parents of HIGH did not forget their baby bumps, and came back with big bags before Zhou Jing went out.

"It's just right, come here, bring these pastries, you like to eat." When I entered the door, I saw Zhou Jing's suitcase in the living room, and Zhou's mother walked over and was about to stuff it into it.

Zhou Jing quickly stopped her, and snatched the heavy pocket without laughing or crying: "Mom, I am on a diet and can't eat sweets, and I can't finish eating so much!"

"Who said these are all for you, and Xiao Tang's!" Zhou's mother took another bag from Tang's mother, and opened it to Tang Jue as if offering a treasure, "Xiao Tang, look, you love it!" The ham to eat! I also bought the flour for making steamed buns!"

"Thank you mom."

Tang Jue thanked him with a smile, while Zhou Jing widened his eyes, looking at the pastries in his hand, although it was a big one, half of which he was told didn't belong to him; The ingredients bought by the northerners tasted and fell on the sofa in grief and wailing:

"He only stayed at home for two days longer than I did! Mom, you are biased!"

"Oh! This kid is still jealous!" Mother Zhou covered her mouth and laughed, and Mother Tang hurried over to comfort Zhou Jing with her arms around her.

Tang Jue sat sideways on the sofa, propped his head on his palms, looked at Zhou Jing who was hiding in his mother's arms and made faces at himself, secretly baffled——

I ate too much last night, and I was so worried this afternoon. It's a big loss not to deal with this cute ghost!