Jiang Chunhui looked at the newly moved home and felt that it was a bit ordinary and could not see anything new.
Although the room has been decorated, there are so many things in it that you can hardly see the quality of the decoration.
There are even several new and old cars placed in the living room.
Jiang Chunhui asked Ziqiao, how old are you? Why do you still keep this car?
Zi Qiao said that his grandma kept it, and said it would be a pity to throw it away. He wanted to give it to a child from another family, but he had not yet found the owner.
Mother had already washed and cut the vegetables. When she saw him come in, she asked him to wash his hands and finish cooking. She would be ready in just ten minutes.
Sang Xiaoyu was checking the account books and just said hello briefly when he came in.
Sang Xiaoyu's behavior was normal in normal times, but now Jiang Chunhui didn't know what illness he had, and he always felt that Sang Xiaoyu was neglecting him.
Should she at least ask him why he hasn't come for a while? Why hasn't he even called? Is he really dispensable to her?
Jiang Chunhui became angrier the more he thought about it.
Fortunately, Sang Xiaoyu's mother was so enthusiastic that she wasn't unhappy at all when he came empty-handed, while Ziqiao pulled him to see the Transformers he had assembled.
During the meal, they talked about Fei Jiani again. Jiang Chunhui said that she should not put her in the factory. It would be detrimental to her and it would be too late by the time something happened.
Sang Xiaoyu said that it was impossible for Fei Jiani to continue working for a long time, so giving her a transition period would help her.
Several people ate neither salty nor bland food, especially the mother, who immediately noticed Jiang Chunhui's absent-mindedness.
In the past, Jiang Chunhui would either tell jokes or encourage drinking at the dinner table. Anyway, his enthusiasm was as high as a child's, but today was particularly abnormal, and he couldn't arouse interest when he saw something he liked.
His mother repeatedly placed the plate in front of him, and he finally had to say that he had eaten well.
The mother didn't know what happened between the two of them, so she said that Sang Xiaoyu's house was very well decorated and asked Jiang Chunhui to visit it.
Jiang Chunhui took a few more gulps of wine and said that Sang Xiaoyu now disowned her relatives. The house was decorated and she moved in without even saying hello.
Sang Xiaoyu said disapprovingly: "This is not a big deal. I am too busy now and my mind is confused by things in the factory."
Jiang Chunhui said he didn’t want to watch it and would talk about it later when he had time.
Sang Xiaoyu immediately agreed, saying there would be plenty of time in the future.
When Jiang Chunhui heard what she said, he suddenly changed his mind and insisted on going up to have a look.
Sang Xiaoyu said that his emotions are like those of a child, they change at will.
The two of them went upstairs one after the other.
When Sang Xiaoyu opened the door, Jiang Chunhui deliberately walked close to her. When Sang Xiaoyu opened the door, Jiang Chunhui's eyes widened.
What comes into view is a beautiful and emotional space.
The whole room is in light blue-green tones, a bit like the color of Jiang Chunhui's windmill.
The walls are decorated in elegant and fresh tones, with unintentional tenderness and romance. The entire living room space adheres to the "empty and simple" design concept, creating a simple and transparent sense of space.
Next to the TV, there are several small pedestals protruding from the wall, which are equipped with some small decorations that Sang Xiaoyu usually likes.
The floor is made of large white tiles, and the sofa opposite the TV is a light green color that is in perfect harmony with the wall.
The living room balcony uses a large area of floor-to-ceiling glass to release the grandeur of the space through the falling sunlight, making the indoor light more abundant, calm and soft.
Jiang Chunhui's home has both villas and ordinary apartments, but none of them can reach Sang Xiaoyu's aesthetic level. Her decoration concept is to maintain a simple and elegant aesthetic, while also showing a refined temperament. The house brings a rich
of warmth.
A small photo, mounted in a frame, hangs in the most conspicuous place in the living room.
Sang Xiaoyu was sitting on a green grass, wearing a light yellow gauze skirt, holding the same bright yellow flowers in her hands. She smelled them, and the fragrance of the flowers hit her face.
The handsome Ziqiao and his mother wore matching yellow suspenders, which clung tightly to her mother's waist. They closed their eyes intoxicated, enjoying the warmth and beauty brought to them by nature and their mother.
Jiang Chunhui seemed to have realized that Sang Xiaoyu was such a woman. She didn't look much different from others on the outside, but she was different in her heart.
Sang Xiaoyu handed him a pair of shoes, and Jiang Chunhui then remembered to change his shoes.
When he walked to the balcony, he was shocked again.
There are green plants on the balcony, but there is no potted flower.
Their leaves are clean and tidy, radiating a green luster, and although they are not exotic flowers, they release a strong natural scent of flowers and plants.
The balcony is full of spring, and outside the window is an open space as vast as the sea and sky. There is a community with various sports facilities.
When Jiang Chunhui arrived at the bedroom, he felt that it was a place that was unforgettable and difficult to leave.
There are bright lights everywhere in the room. A square new blue and white quilt is placed on the bed. On the left is a bedside table with a cute little animal-like lamp on it. The curtains are in an ordinary grid shape.
Coordination in the whole room is the best word to describe it.
Jiang Chunhui gently opened the closet door. Sang Xiaoyu's clothes were hung neatly on it, with a transparent plastic bag on each piece of clothing...
Jiang Chunhui felt that he and Sang Xiaoyu had been together for a long time, and the original curiosity and novelty towards her had almost disappeared. Except that he had not got her yet, he felt that Sang Xiaoyu's aura had almost disappeared.
But the difference between Sang Xiaoyu is in her bones. On the surface, she never distinguishes herself from others, and she even feels inferior to others a lot of the time...
But even in these seemingly similar things, Sang Xiaoyu is absolutely unique.
Such as these designs of hers.
Sang Xiaoyu doesn't like to follow the trend. Today's designs are the same as the trend, almost the same, but Sang Xiaoyu uses a unique vision to find a new way.
Jiang Chunhui said with admiration: "Such a house is really beautiful. I think if everyone likes you, you shouldn't be in business. Being a designer with a paintbrush is the perfect choice."
Sang Xiaoyu smiled and was very happy to see him praising her, so she asked him to go to the kitchen.
The windows in the kitchen are bright and clean, and the checkered tiles are composed of gray and white.
Sang Xiaoyu created two hanging ornaments in the space, with four flowers catching the eye.
Sang Xiaoyu suddenly opened the table attached to the wall, placed four vases on the four corners, and then said with a smile: "I am saving space, the area is too small..."
Jiang Chunhui asked her if she was not afraid of trouble if she was so busy?
Sang Xiaoyu said that if the place where she lives is not comfortable, she will feel sorry for herself. When she was building a bungalow, her efforts were weak, but now she finally has her own house, and if she builds it well, she feels sorry for herself.
Jiang Chunhui said that she was too partial. Why didn't she put so much effort into her mother's house?
Sang Xiaoyu said that her mother's house was almost becoming a junkyard and she was helpless.