Cloudside Café

Before the atmosphere became awkward, Jiang Ying kept holding up the box on the table and walked towards the door, leaving a sentence extremely fast: "I'm tired, I'll go back to bed, and you should rest earlier."

Yunxian watched her to the door, smiled and lowered her head.

This day is indeed rich and colorful.

Yunxian lay on the bed after washing, not too drowsy yet, and he didn't want to take sleep aids today. He felt a little idle.

Thinking of Jiang Ying's identity as a painter two days ago, Yun Xian clicked on her rarely used Weibo to search for her name.

Naturally, searching for Jiang Ying directly would not be found. Yun Xian thought for a while and re-entered "Sunset Orange".

There are several names with the same name in the display list, but it is not difficult to find her.

Yun Xian clicked on this Weibo user whose profile was "paint what you want", and scroll down one by one.

Most of them are reposts, and occasionally a few original ones are to publish their own works.

Yun Xian is not proficient in this kind of fandom. From the perspective of a layman, with a layer of boyfriend filters, he only thinks that Jiang Ying paints well. The lines are smooth, the proportions are appropriate, the characters are exquisite, and the colors are harmonious. You can see that the art skills are very solid.

Yunxian read the comments below while looking at the painting, all complimenting him. He looked at him and felt a sense of pride in his heart inexplicably, just like watching his daughter pick up a small red flower in the kindergarten.

Occasionally, there are a few that are only visible to fans, with a picture of an emoji package, and the copy is "you know".

What do you know? Is this a code word?

Yun Xian frowned in confusion and clicked on the comment area.

Good guys.

[Ahhhhhhhhh, my wife|I will stand up for you! 】

[Thank you Routh, I shoot|Blast]

[I'm so cool for the first time]

[Intrinsic criticism came after hearing the news]

[As soon as I look at the three guarantees, I know that Orange Rolls has done something again]

Yunxian:? ? ?

Isn't it just a Shiba Inu's emoticon pack?

Seeing the words "Long Picture" displayed in the lower right corner, Yun Xian clicked on the picture again and swiped down twice.

He kept sliding to the end, and finally saw something different after three identical emojis.

Seeing that the picture was upside down from the screen, Yun Xian turned the phone half a circle.

When he saw the contents of the picture clearly, he shook his hand, and the small black square fell off and hit the bridge of his nose with a snap.

Yunxian whispered in pain, picked up the phone from his face, and rubbed the injured area.

After a sigh of relief, he looked at the screen on the phone again, a little bit dumbfounded for a while.

Three guarantees of God tm.

—

At nine o'clock the next morning, Yun Xian and Jiang Ying were ready to return.

Jiang Ying walked out of the room carrying the suitcase, Yun Xian was already waiting for her at the stairway.

"Why didn't you wear glasses today?"

Before Yun Xian could answer, Jiang Ying noticed the strangeness on his face and asked anxiously: "What's wrong with your nose?"

Yun Xian stroked the bruises: "It's okay, I was smashed by the phone."

Jiang Ying stepped on tiptoe to check his injury. The bridge of her nose was bruised and a little swollen. She let out a sigh of relief, "What did you do, smashed like this?"

Yun Xian touched his nose and looked away. Just then the elevator arrived, and he took Jiang Ying's hand and stepped into the elevator: "It's nothing, just accidentally didn't hold it firmly."

The weather was fine in the morning, and the sun became a bit dazzling after nine o'clock. Yun Xian pointed to the storage box in front of the co-pilot and said to Jiang Ying, "Jiang Ying, help me get my sunglasses."

"Oh, good." Open the box, there are not too many items inside, a black glasses case, a file bag, and a bottle of medicine.

The medicine bottle looked like some kind of health care product. Jiang Ying glanced at the words on it and asked casually: "Are you taking melatonin?"

Yun Xian was taken aback for a moment, and replied, "Well, I have a little insomnia."

Jiang Ying took the sunglasses out of the box and handed them to Yun Xian: "Is it because of the pressure?"

"It used to be, it's much better now."

"I set it up when I can't sleep and eat, and I get dizzy when I get up the next morning. Will you?"

Yun Xian shook his head: "I'm fine."

Not wanting to continue this topic, Yun Xian picked up a sentence and asked: "I think the IDs of many of your platforms are sunset oranges. Is there any implication?"

Jiang Ying thought for a while and replied: "I changed my name when I was a child. My original name was Jiang Mucheng, because my dad said I was born in the evening, and the sunset that day was orange and beautiful."

Yun Xian nodded: "It's a nice name, why did it change it again?"

"When I was six or seven years old, once I went to the reservoir to swim. I took advantage of my dad not paying attention to swim far and almost drowned. If my dad hadn't recovered and came to me at that time, I probably didn't know where I was rushed. "Here." Jiang Ying clutched his left shoulder, "Here is a very long scar. It was left at that time. It is now covered by my tattoo."

Yun Xian frowned after listening, and couldn't help but teach Jiang Ying: "Why was it so skinny when I was a child? Do you know how dangerous it is?"

Jiang Ying flattened his mouth: "Don't scold me. I was trained by the whole family in turn. Later, my grandmother found a fortune teller in the village and said that my name and what was wrong with it. I changed one."

"Well, if you don't die in a catastrophe, there must be a blessing."

Jiang Ying said with some regret: "But I really like the name Mucheng, and later I used Sunset Orange to run through my nicknames on all platforms."

With that, Jiang Ying finally noticed something wrong: "How do you know that all my IDs are from Sunset Orange, aren't you the only one on WeChat?"

Yunxian was speechless and could only confess honestly: "I read your Weibo."

Jiang Ying covered his mouth abruptly to prevent his swear words from rushing out.

"What did you see?"

"Your painting is good."

"Don't pay attention to me, don't you click to watch?"

Yun Xian was silent.

Jiang Yingxin was ashamed.

Yun Xian glanced at Jiang Ying: "I'm sorry, shouldn't I go to your Weibo?"

Jiang Ying shook his head. Since it is an open platform, anyone can see it, so there is no reason to restrict his boyfriend from watching it.

She whispered: "I'm just afraid you will think I am..."

Yun Xian even added fuel to the fire: "You really don't have to worry about the settings in front of me, you have collapsed early."

Jiang Ying frowned and let out a cry, turned sideways and tilted his head on the cushion: "Stop talking, I want to make up for it."

She can be considered as proficient in escaping this matter.

Yun Xian took a coat from the back seat of the car and put it on her, adjusted the air-conditioning blower, and then reached out and rubbed her head: "Go to sleep, I will call you when it's time."

The road from Shanghai back to Xicheng is still the same, but there is something different.

When they took Jiang Ying home, the two waved goodbye. Jiang Ying walked a few steps and then turned back. He tiptoed up and kissed Yun Xian on the cheek and said, "See you tomorrow."

Yunxian took advantage of the situation and hugged her in his arms: "See you tomorrow."

Finally, before the end of spring, he entered the love dungeon mode.

—

Summer is coming, and Yunxian intends to replace a batch of new green plants in the cafe. The flower shop sent several pots over. Su Cheng is in charge of moving the flowers, while Zhao Xinrou is in charge.

The two were discussing whether the pot of monstera should be placed at the door or at the bar. Seeing that they were fighting endlessly, Yun Xian said, "Put the door at the door."

"Look, you have to listen to me." Zhao Xinrou opened a bunch of roses, trimmed the branches and put them in the vase.

Su Cheng has always been unable to noisy her. Watching her cautiously pinching a flower branch with two fingers, she took the scissors in her hand: "I'll do it."

Yun Xian held a cup of American food and watched them get sour and sweet for a while, smiled meaningfully, and said jokingly: "Su Cheng is really heartbroken. I don't know which little girl will be blessed in the future."

Su Cheng watched Zhao Xinrou say nothing, Zhao Xinrou packed the bags on the table, Quandang himself did not hear.

After the meeting, Zhao Xinrou remembered something and asked Yunxian: "By the way, boss, hasn't Jiang Ying been here for two days?"

Su Cheng also remembered the way Yun Xian called him out of the back kitchen last time with a cold face, and his face was not good after talking with Jiang Ying.

Stop it, right?

Yun Xian read the worry from the eyes of the two in front of him. He put down the cup, got up and walked to the front desk: "She has been busy with work these past two days, and it is estimated that she will be off work now."

There was one pink lychee left uncut. Yunxian took out the thin paper that he usually used to cushion the cake, randomly wrapped the flowers in a circle, then took a piece of ribbon and tied it with a beautiful bow.

"Xiao Zhao, help me pack a piece of red velvet."

"Oh, good." Zhao Xinrou quickly took out a piece of red velvet from the glass cover. It is a new model made by Su Cheng today. The sales are good, and there will be the last piece now.

Yunxian took the packed cake and said to the two of them: "This piece will be charged to my account. If there are no guests in the evening, please go home early today."

Su Cheng saw that he was leaving, and asked, "Hey, where are you going, boss?"

Yun Xian raised the rose and cake in his hand: "Pick up his girlfriend from get off work."

The time was just right, he saw Jiang Ying walking out as soon as he got downstairs.

Without driving today, he was standing under the dimly lit street lamp.

Jiang Ying saw him from a distance, waved his hand, and ran over with a smile.

Yunxian opened his arms to catch her steadily, and asked, "Are you hungry?"

"I'm starving to death." Jiang Ying hung on him, "After changing the plan for a day, I finally gave it to him."

Yunxian put his chin on Jiang Ying's head, and the sweet citrus fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose: "What's wrong with your boss, you have all added a week's shift."

"Fortunately, I got off work quite early today. The main reason is that the updates and offline activities are all together. I will have to go to Shanghai for a business trip later."

Yunxian let go of Jiang Ying, and passed what was in his hand: "Thanks for your hard work, let's go, let's take you to eat first."

This is probably the wonderful ability of a lover to heal all fatigue and unhappiness in life.

Jiang Ying took the flowers and the cake with one hand, and held Yunxian with the other: "I want to eat pan-fried buns."

"Okay, fried buns."

This shop is a time-honored shop. Jiang Ying often came to eat when he was a child. The shop has been renovated twice, and the area is twice as large as before.

Jiang Ying and Yunxian sat down by the window and ordered two bowls of red bean porridge and a cage of fried buns.

During the waiting period, Yunxian talked about the arrangements for the next month: "I have to go back to Beijing at the beginning of next month. I guess I will have to come back later."

Jiang Ying asked, "What's the matter?"

"My brother has taken the college entrance examination. After thinking about it, he still has to go back, just waiting for him to relax after the exam."

Jiang Ying nodded: "Is there anything he wants to go? Do you want to come to Xicheng?"

Yun Xian looked at her, but smiled.

Jiang Ying cleared his throat: "I mean, Shanghai and Hangzhou are both fun...you can think about it."

Yunxian responded to what she had obviously entrained in private goods: "Okay, I know, I will ask him."

Speaking of the younger brother of the senior high school student at home, the topic of eating naturally revolves around him.

Yun Xian's younger brother is Yun Xian, who just turned eighteen this year.

Listening to Yun Xian's description, whether in appearance or personality, Yun Xian is completely a reduced version of him.

So Jiang Ying was so curious about this younger brother.

"After all, I grew up with me. The eldest brother is like a father, and it's normal to be like me," Yunxian explained.

"Did you bring up? Are your parents busy at work?"

"It's a reason, plus they divorced very early, my brother and I followed my mother." When Yun Xian said this, his expression did not change at all.

Jiang Ying was a little embarrassed, biting the pan-fried bun, wondering if he should continue the conversation.

Yunxian understood her thoughts: "Just ask what you want. I am your boyfriend. You should know more about it."

Jiang Ying opened his mouth cautiously: "Then, what about your father? I think it is very tiring for a woman to raise two children alone, so..."

Yun Xian did not answer immediately, but seemed to be thinking about what to say.

"My father is a geologist, and he has visited many places outside. When I was born, he was in Hubei and when I gave birth to my brother, he was in Shaanxi. I'm leaving for two days." Yunxian's tone was peaceful, as if he was just introducing his family, "My mother is a high school Chinese teacher. Travellers, it’s hard not to be attracted to each other."

Jiang Ying put down his chopsticks and listened carefully to what he said: "What happened later, why did you separate again later?"

Yun Xian smiled, and only said two words: "Reality."