Global Update [Quick Transmigration]

Heavy snow fell all over the city overnight.

Every household has pasted window grilles, and the shops are also stocked with this year's new year's goods.Qiao Jing and Jing Xinglan moved the ladder together, hung the red lanterns bought from the street outside the house, Yan Zhi hugged the black cat in her arms, stood behind the window and looked up for a while, then walked to the big table , and began to lower his head to help Qiao Jing grind ink.

The black-haired young man touched the raised head of the little black cat, picked up a pen and wrote a beautiful "Fu" on the red paper.

After writing a few pages in a row, the two who registered the lanterns outside came in.Upon seeing this, he immediately volunteered to help.

Everyone knows how good Qiao Jing is, but Jing Xinglan's handwriting with a brush that is slightly better than a dog's crawl is really beyond their expectations. Qiao Jing stared at the strange font that probably couldn't be scanned with a mobile phone, and sighed. With a sigh of relief, I decided to start teaching from scratch.

"You're holding the pen incorrectly," he demonstrated, "relax your wrist, don't tighten it too tight."

Qiao Jing resolutely gave up after learning for a minute, but Jing Xinglan studied very seriously, but his motives were not so pure.

"Is that so?" He asked humbly.

"No, it is."

Seeing that Qiao Jing didn't understand, she simply walked up to him and taught him how to hold a pen and how to write priorities.With a smile on the corners of Jing Xinglan's lips, he let the young man's long and slender fingers wrap his hand, and from time to time, he turned his head and praised Qiao Jing's good teaching in an admiring tone, watching the two little ones beside him gradually change from toothache to indifference and numbness , Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore and decided to run away.

Qiao Jing: "I think we seem a little redundant."

Yan Zhi hugged 008 and said expressionlessly: "Coincidentally, I think so too."

The two looked at each other, and decided to go to the kitchen to see if there were any New Year's goods that could be used for tooth festivals.

In the end, Jing Xinglan's masterpiece was pasted on the gate——

Shanglian: Prosperity, Prosperity and Prosperity

The next couplet: Prosper family, prosper people, prosper business

Horizontal batch: joyful door

By the way, Qiao Jing was silent for a long time after reading this Spring Festival couplet, and reluctantly squeezed out a "fair" evaluation from between his teeth.

...but he refused to admit that he had ever taught men to write with a brush.

On New Year's Eve, several people got up early.

Jing Xinglan started preparing the New Year's Eve dinner in the morning, sweet and sour fish, braised shrimp, braised pork ribs, dry cut beef... There are five or six kinds of meat alone, not to mention others.Qiao Jing was very attentive to help, but because he ate too much beef, Rouge twisted his ears and carried him out of the kitchen, so he could only sweep the yard with a broom in aggrieved manner.

This is Qiao Jing's second Spring Festival in this era.

At this time last year, he was still sitting in an empty library with only one 008 to talk to.During the family reunion on New Year's Eve, he was just eating dry food in the dormitory alone, adding at most two slices of meat, and he didn't even have the conditions to order instant noodles.

Originally, Qiao Jing thought that he didn't care about these things.

But now he finds that even if he is used to loneliness, when he sees his own lamp among thousands of lights, people will still feel happy and satisfied from the bottom of their hearts.

"Try it."

Suddenly there was a piece of delicious pork ribs in his mouth, Qiao Jing subconsciously grabbed it, and gasped for breath after being burned, but he couldn't bear to spit out the meat in his mouth, so he could only raise his head and use his hands to fan the wind desperately.

Jing Xinglan suppressed a smile and asked, "How does it taste?"

Qiao Jing tried hard to swallow the meat and gave him a thumbs up.

Qiao Jing's mournful voice came from far away: "I want to eat too..."

"Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat!" Yan Zhi immediately shouted not to be outdone, "If you are let into the kitchen, then our family's New Year's Eve dinner will probably be eaten before the meal begins!"

Jing Xinglan laughed, and was about to speak when suddenly an unfamiliar male voice sounded in the courtyard:

"Oh, why don't I know when I have an extra sister-in-law?"

Qiao Jing froze for a moment, so her reaction was a bit slow, but Qiao Jing frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

"Me?" The man in a black British overcoat smiled slightly, ignored his question, but looked up at Jing Xinglan who came out of the room, and said calmly, "Long time no see, Xinglan, mother misses you very much .”

Jing Xinglan nodded slightly at him, with a very polite attitude: "Why are you here?"

Although they are not blood brothers at all, they only have a family status in this world because of the 008 headquarters, but Jing Xinglan discovered it when he was abroad, and there are many ways in this big family. It's not the brothers and sisters Gong that most people imagine.

For example, the current mistress is a wife whom his nominal father only married three years ago, and she is also pregnant recently. It is really worth pondering how much this "thinking" is.

If it wasn't for Qiao Jing, Jing Xinglan would never have taken the initiative to get involved in these troubles.

Qiao Jing looked at the person who came, and exchanged glances with 008 in Yanzhi's arms, and seemed to understand something, and stood aside silently.But the man seemed to be very interested in him, so he took the initiative to ask, "Are you Yan Heqing?"

Seeing Qiao Jing nodding, he smiled: "I've heard the name for a long time, I didn't expect Mr. Yan to be so young."

Jing Xinglan frowned calmly, but soon asked with normal expression: "Aren't you going to sit in?"

"No," he came back to his senses and shook his head, "I just came to see you. Father has a lot of opinions on you, saying that you have already returned to China, and you will not go back during the Chinese New Year. But it seems that you are doing well , " Having said that, the man glanced at Qiao Jing who was standing beside him, "This way I can feel at ease."

He waved his hand, and a few people ran in from outside the courtyard, carrying boxes of gifts and stacking them in the courtyard.

"These are greetings," the man said. "Happy New Years, everyone. Go ahead and I won't bother you."

This person came abruptly, and when he left, he was crisp and neat, without any muddling.

Rouge frowned, and asked in confusion, "What exactly is he here for?"

Qiao Jing understood something. He turned his head to look at Jing Xinglan who was looking in the direction of the door with an inexplicable expression, and asked, "What kind of deal did you make with him when you asked him to help arrest people?"

Jing Xinglan said indifferently: "There is no need for any deal. For him, as long as he knows my tricks, it is enough. I had no intention of robbing him of those things."

Qiao Jing thought about it for a while, and felt that Jing Xinglan probably proved to the person just now that he had no intention of being the head of the family, so the other party made contributions and efforts, and even ran over to give gifts after the Chinese New Year—but it made him a little curious What's more, what is this handle that can make his elder brother so relieved?

"My God!"

Yan Zhi suddenly exclaimed, he followed the prestige, and found that the two little ones had opened those boxes at some time, and there were boxes of Cordyceps sinensis, Ganoderma lucidum and matsutake inside!

Looking at these familiar and precious medicinal materials, Qiao Jing couldn't help but recall the strange misunderstanding that Jing Xinglan was hunting in the mountains.

He coughed in embarrassment, and watched Qiao Jing and the others open another box.

This time it contained a whole box of brand new silver dollars, which glistened in the sun, almost blinding people's eyes.

Qiao Jing twitched the corners of her mouth, thinking that this eldest brother of the Jing family is really generous, giving a gift during the Chinese New Year, which is like a betrothal gift.

"It's so expensive, isn't it good to accept it?" He asked tactfully.

But Jing Xinglan didn't know what he thought of. He glanced at Qiao Jing quickly, and the corners of his lips raised slightly: "It's okay, anyway, he probably won't come again in the future, just put it away."

Qiao Jing always felt that there was something strange about what he said, but before he could figure it out, Qiao Jing's excited scream interrupted his thoughts.

That was the last and smallest box, and no one thought that there was a gun in it!

This time, even Jing Xinglan couldn't help but sighed with his hands on his forehead: "I gave this to the Chinese New Year...what can I say about him?"

But obviously, Qiao Jing couldn't put it down. He took it out of the box with bright eyes, and before Yan Zhi said it was too dangerous, don't touch it. Shuan, after more than ten seconds, finally noticed that no one was talking in the courtyard for a long time, and then looked up at them innocently: "What's wrong?"

Jing Xinglan stared at him, her expression gradually becoming serious.

"Put it down!" He shouted, grabbed the gun from Qiao Jing's hand and unloaded the bullet, "Where did you learn these things?"

Qiao Jing scratched his head, and whispered with some embarrassment: "My father used to be the bandit leader on the mountain, but he died early, and I was driven down the mountain by the second leader."

Yan Zhi asked in shock: "So, that's why you insist on becoming a soldier? To avenge your father?"

Qiao Jing: "It's not about revenge, but it's true that I don't like bandits. They run away when they see officers and soldiers, so I want to be a soldier."

No one expected that Qiao Jing's life experience would be like this.

In the past, Qiao Jing and the others didn't ask because they were afraid of touching his wound, but now it seems that it may not be a wound, but it is indeed an unbearable past.

No wonder this kid was not very tall back then, but he had a big temper. Qiao Jing thought, so there was such a relationship.

After a brief episode, it was already noon.

Several people packed up these gifts, put them on the table, and began to eat.

Jing Xinglan poured two large glasses of milk for the two young ones, and poured a small half glass of white wine for himself. Originally, he also planned to let Qiao Jing drink milk, but due to adult self-esteem, in the end, Qiao Jing was teased by the man's teasing. Under his gaze, he bit the bullet and picked up the wine glass.

"Happy New Year, cheers!"

The crisp sound of clinking glasses sounded in mid-air.

The little black cat squatting on the seat held the fried golden and crispy yellow croaker in its mouth, and also gave a vague "meow", as if echoing the voices of everyone.

Qiao Jing didn't dare to drink too much, but took a few sips while toasting.

...but he still overestimated his drinking capacity after all.

Before the meal was over, he had completely lost himself amid the excited applause from Rouge and cheers from Qiao Jing. He blushed and staggered up from his seat, knocking on the bowl with his chopsticks, while reading Sing Li Bai's "Will Enter the Wine".

When the song was over, he ignored Jing Xinglan's obstruction, raised his head and drank all the rest of the liquor in the cup in one gulp.

"It's outrageous!" Immediately afterwards, under the shocked gaze of the two little ones, the black-haired young man changed his usual quiet and shy appearance, grabbed Jing Xinglan's shoulders and shook back and forth, "Can you drink? Can you drink? With so much left, how do you raise fish?"

"Will be drinking, don't stop drinking! Drink!"

Jing Xinglan: "..."

The man was forced to finish a glass of wine, but his alcohol capacity was much better than Qiao Jing's. After a few drinks, he was not only conscious, but also had time for 008 to record a video, and then showed it to Qiao Jing when he woke up.

During this period of time, Qiao Jing almost recited all the ancient poems and essays that must be memorized in the nine-year compulsory education, and even began to recite Shakespeare's classic lines in English with a blank expression:

"Oh! Romeo, why are you Romeo..."

Jing Xinglan focused on watching the young man letting go of himself after being drunk, for a long while, he couldn't help laughing in a low voice.

The man swung the wine glass and rested his chin in one hand. He didn't know whether it was because of alcohol or a smile. His cheeks were slightly flushed, and his eyes were filled with misty mist of emotion.

It wasn't until Qiao Jing was completely drunk that he sighed, asked the two younger ones to clean up the table, and carried them up to the second floor.

After putting the man on the bed, he straightened up, looked at the young man who was breathing evenly and unconsciously, watched quietly for a while, and slowly bent down until the sound of the other party's breathing was already clearly audible.

The heartbeat in the chest gradually accelerated.

Jing Xinglan could feel that there was an uncontrollable impulse driving his body, and the picture that emerged in his mind was really too bad, the kind that was so bad that it would make people cry.

...Is he drunk too?

The slender fingers slowly clenched the pillow next to the young man, Jing Xinglan took a deep breath, finally straightened up, and tucked in the quilt for Qiao Jing.

After Qiao Jing woke up, she fell asleep straight into the night.

The sound of fireworks blooming in the night sky woke him up from his slumber. The young man rolled over and got up, rubbed his aching temples, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw Jing Xinglan serving hangover soup.

"Happy New Year's Eve." The man smiled.

"...Happy New Year's Eve."

Before Qiao Jing fully woke up, he subconsciously took the hangover soup in his hand, lowered his head and took a sip.

By the way, did he forget something?