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Chapter 338 - 319 Heart-pounding at every step

Chapter 338: 319 Heart-pounding at every step

It wasn’t that Jiang Chen overvalued his own worth, but rather his experience was truly impossible to impart through words and personal example.

His prior pursuit of Ai Qian was because he couldn’t express himself, otherwise, it might affect his glorious image as a big brother.

And Li Shuru...

It was impossible to explain.

But even though he avoided the topic, it didn’t affect Hong Xiaoyu’s admiration and adoration for him in the slightest.

What kind of conditions did the older cousin have?

One could say he was as poor as a church mouse and incorruptible, but his girlfriends were each more beautiful than the last.

What is real talent?

This was it.

Initially, it was just supposed to be for one night, but when the next day came, Hong Xiaoyu still insisted on not leaving.

To see a worthy person and think of equaling them; to see an unworthy person and then look at one’s own defects.

Previously, it was looking up to his cousin as a goal that led him to be admitted to Hancheng University of Geosciences, but now, he realized there might be other qualities his cousin possessed that were worth learning from.

"Aren’t you going back?"

The two brothers had gone to the market in the morning and incidentally bought a pair of Spring Festival couplets.

Jiang Chen was in the process of hanging them up.

Fireworks and firecrackers had already been banned, and now the common folk could only add to the scarce festive atmosphere in this way.

"Bro, why don’t you come and spend the New Year at my place?"

Hong Xiaoyu, who was helping by the side, invited him.

Standing on a stool to hang the couplet, Jiang Chen gave no clear answer, "Really?"

"Move it a bit higher on the right side."

"A bit higher."

"That’s good."

Hong Xiaoyu, who was helping with corrections, quietly sighed, but he didn’t insist anymore.

Unraveling knots formed over many years overnight wasn’t realistic, and since his cousin had shown good intentions, it was a positive sign, and he mustn’t rush things.

More joy added in the old year, scaling new heights in the new; horizontal scroll: bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new.

It was incredibly direct and plain. After all, a pair only cost ten yuan; they couldn’t really bear any cultural quality and were just for the festive look.

After hanging up the Spring Festival couplets, Jiang Chen got down from the chair.

"Bro, how long have you and sister-in-law been together?"

Holding the tape, Hong Xiaoyu couldn’t help but satisfy his own curiosity.

"What sister-in-law?"

"The one you were video calling with last night, bro. I have lived for nearly twenty years and never seen someone as beautiful as sister-in-law in real life, stunningly beautiful yet with a hint of coldness, gentle with a trace of pride..."

Jiang Chen was both amused and exasperated.

"You’re studying architecture, which is truly a waste of your talent. You should study literature; I guarantee you could become a great modern poet in the future."

"Bro, I mean it from the bottom of my heart."

"Didn’t you describe Fang Qing in the same way before? People shouldn’t be too fickle."

Hong Xiaoyu was immediately at a loss for words, quite embarrassed.

Seeing him, Jiang Chen suddenly became interested and asked meaningfully, "So tell me, between your sister Fang Qing and her, who’s more beautiful?"

One side was the girl next door who had watched him grow up, the other side was his cousin’s girlfriend; jumping to either side was destined to be problematic.

"Plum blossoms and chrysanthemum, each has its own charm."

Jiang Chen let out a disbelieving laugh.

"You little rascal have learned to be clever."

Hong Xiaoyu gave an awkward laugh.

Jiang Chen didn’t give him a hard time, lifted the stool, "Come on, let’s play a few rounds."

Playing a few rounds didn’t refer to any mobile Legends of Glory.

But to Chinese chess.

The ten elegant pleasures of life: seeking fragrances, listening to the rain, picking flowers, tasting tea, waiting for the moon, playing chess, enjoying the snow, sipping wine, exploring the profound, and playing the zither.

As children, when they were free, the brothers liked to spar with each other, of course, with Jiang Chen having the age advantage, he always won hands down.

Jiang Chen rummaged through cupboards and finally found the ancient set of Chinese chess in the cabinet to the right of the television.

"Bro, I’m afraid you’re no match for me now."

Hong Xiaoyu rubbed his hands together, eager to turn the table on his childhood humiliation, and pulled up a chair to sit down.

But blood ties are not to be underestimated.

As the older brother, Jiang Chen lacked any sense of compassion and didn’t hold back at all, crushing Hong Xiaoyu spectacularly in the first round.

Unwilling to accept defeat.

Another round.

Still the same result.

"I’m done playing."

Hong Xiaoyu quickly recognized the difference in raw strength. Although he enjoyed that feeling from their childhood, getting thrashed repeatedly was hardly pleasant, and without any concern for face, he immediately admitted defeat and set aside his pride.

"I’ll give you a cannon."

Jiang Chen seemed to have developed an addiction for trouncing.

Hong Xiaoyu shook his head.

"I’ll give you another chariot."

Jiang Chen increased the stakes,

"Two chariots."

Hong Xiaoyu haggled.

"Then no point in playing at all."

Jiang Chen laughed and cursed.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

There was a knock at the door.

Hong Xiaoyu immediately got up to open it.

"Sister Fang Qing."

"You’ve put up the Spring Festival couplets so early."

The girl next door, a childhood friend, walked in. Although it hadn’t snowed yet, given it was the end of the year and cold, she was wearing a wool coat, black boots, her hands tucked in her pockets, and her long hair draped over her shoulders, looking lazy yet mature.

Such a girl was completely out of place in an area like the triple buildings complex.

The neighborhood residents indeed hadn’t been wrong; she was indeed a phoenix destined to fly to a broader world eventually.

Hong Xiaoyu sized her up completely, his heart also full of emotion.

It really wasn’t subjective bias; this neighbor he had known from childhood indeed did not pale in comparison to the sister-in-law he had glimpsed in the video from the night before.

"What are you two brothers up to?"

"Sister Fang Qing, my brother and I were playing chess."

Of course.

About the sister-in-law, naturally, Hong Xiaoyu wouldn’t bluntly spill the beans,

The relationship between sister Fang Qing and his cousin was really rather complicated, and he couldn’t mess things up,

So he pretended to know nothing.

He silently reminded himself.

"With your skills, playing chess with your brother, aren’t you just feeding his sense of achievement?"