073. Red envelopes
Zhang Siyi was beaten by Gu Xiao's contemptuous eyes, and could not wait to grow ten cat claws to scratch his face!
Gu Xiao lifted his chin towards his sister again, and said, "You are relaxed. When the guests come, you will be alone here, go and help set the tableware. Search:\(¨¨¨¨¨)Read fine literature for free "
"Where am I free? I'm not chatting with your 'little apprentice'!" Gu Yao muttered, still upset that his chat was interrupted.
She glanced at Zhang Siyi with no end in sight, Zhang Siyi understood it quickly, and gave her a reluctant look. The two quickly exchanged eyebrows invisibly, oh no, it was eye contact, and agreed to talk later.
There was a burst of aroma from the kitchen. Zhang Siyi saw Gu Xiao's parents busy in the kitchen through the frosted glass door. Gu Yao jumped in like a rabbit, and the chatter soon became lively.
This is a very happy family, with kindness and filial piety, laughter and laughter.
Although there is no luxury house, no high power, and even they may have the money to exchange for a better living environment, they still choose to live in this old apartment with a sense of time.
In the living room, there are solid wood TV cabinets, bookshelves, and storage tables that Zhang Siyi could only see in his grandfather's house when he was a child... He knew that a carpenter had to knock them out one by one, from sawing, stapling, painting, and painting, all by hand. After doing it, in order to prevent the wood from aging, it is necessary to rub the wood oil once a year.
Over time, these furniture will have a soft and bright wood color, as if they have absorbed the aura of the family and become a living creature with a soul.
This is the case in Gu Xiao’s home. Pieces of old and shiny furniture are properly placed in the right place. Building-related objects such as T-squares, triangle boards, atlases, and architectural books piled up in cabinets can be seen at random in the home. , large and small models, piecemeal but not cluttered, fully integrated with the family.
Looking at all this, Zhang Siyi couldn't help but sigh, it turned out that this was Gu Xiao's home.
As he imagined, these older generation of architects never used fashion and modernity to flaunt themselves, but most of them were stereotyped and nostalgic.
It's like the "inheritance" that Dad Gu just mentioned. What needs to be inherited is not only objects and furniture, but also family style, essence...
Growing up in such a family, it is no wonder that Gu Xiao wants to become an architect, and it is no wonder that his villa in Yuanshan Garden also brings Zhang Siyi a similar warmth, quietness and tranquility.
It all comes from this.
Before Zhang Siyi could swim for a minute, Gu Xiao asked, "Your salary is not low, right? I remember that I gave you a quarterly bonus in January, why are you running out of money?"
Zhang Siyi forced the illusion of self-reliance and self-improvement in front of his family. He had nowhere to say that he was suffering. Gu Xiaoyi had just vented his old foundation. Now that Gu Xiao was the only one left, he couldn't help pouring out his bitterness: " This little money is not enough to spend, half of the income is paid for rent, and the remaining half, I have saved some, and I even sent a bunch of red envelopes to my grandmother, brother and sister during the Chinese New Year, and now they are completely gone!"
He deliberately said it pitifully, in an attempt to arouse Gu Xiao's sympathy, thinking that he might be able to raise his salary a little after the new year, but Gu Xiao calmly asked after hearing the words: "You brothers and sisters, all of you have sent How many red envelopes did you get?"
Zhang Siyi did the math, the grandmother was 1600, and the six younger siblings were each 500, adding up to 3000, making a total of 4600. He also falsely reported that he sent 5000.
Although the red envelope given to his cousin was coerced, Zhang Siyi still showed a small sense of pride when he said it, as if he wanted to use it to satisfy his vanity of being successful in his career.
Gu Xiao heard this without raising his eyebrows, and asked again, "How much is your rent?"
Zhang Siyi: "Four thousand a month."
After listening to Gu Xiao, he quickly calculated an account for him: "After your monthly salary after tax is about 7,000 yuan, you need to pay at least 500 yuan per month for meals, 1,000 yuan for a quarterly love job, 1,000 for a Halloween event, and a photo contest. The bonus is 3,000, well, this money has not been distributed yet, so it is not included, but I saw that you received no less than five small red envelopes for the annual meeting event, adding up to a small 1,000, and counting the last project bonus, I'll give you 18,000. In total, your income for the past six months is 66,000. After deducting the rent for two quarters, 24,000 is left, and 42,000 is left, after deducting the 5,000 yuan you gave to your relatives. Red envelopes, there are still 37,000 left..."
Gu Xiao looked at him in disbelief: "On average, you spend 6,000 on pure living expenses every month?"
Zhang Siyi was forced to count by Gu Xiao, "Why, how can there be so many!?"
"Then do the math yourself and see if I've made a mistake." Gu Xiao kindly took out a calculator from under the coffee table and threw it to him.
Zhang Siyi calculated it again according to his own algorithm, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead - I go, it is really 6,000 per month, so why does he not have enough money every day? Where the hell did he spend his money!
Zhang Siyi suddenly remembered and said, "I spent more than 10,000 yuan on winter clothes in December."
Gu Xiao looked at him up and down, and said, "I was just wondering if you spent all your money on it. If it's more than 10,000 yuan, it's fine. What about the rest?"
Zhang Siyi: "…"
He couldn't remember the rest, except for the clothes, there didn't seem to be any big expenses, maybe it was a dinner party? But it doesn't add up to a few times! God, where did his money go? oao|||
Gu Xiao sneered and said, "You're confused, I still think you're self-reliant. It turns out that you're a financial idiot. I think if this continues, no matter how much you earn, you will die of poverty."
Zhang Siyi: "..." How can you say that to me! (= dish=)
Gu Xiao glanced at him and asked again, "You don't have any money, won't your parents help you?"
Zhang Siyi complained: "I have an agreement with my father that I won't ask my family for money after work."
Gu Xiao nodded, expressing his approval, but he wondered: "Since you are running out of money yourself, why are you sending so many red envelopes to your younger brothers and sisters?"
Zhang Siyi: "Hey, I just sent one to my cousin, but my mother said I have to treat all my younger siblings fairly, so I sent them all."
Gu Xiao: "Your mother doesn't know that you are running out of money?"
Zhang Siyi: "Well..."
Gu Xiao sneered again: "You have to suffer to save face."
Zhang Siyi: "..." How can it be repaired! Gu Xiao this big bastard! Not only did he not praise him, comfort him, and sympathize with him, but he also made up for it again and again! (t dish t)
Gu Xiao was silent for a while, sighed softly, and took out a red envelope from his body...
Zhang Siyi's eyes widened all of a sudden, staring at Gu Xiao's movements, and knowingly asked, "This, what is this?"
Gu Xiao did not answer, nor did he immediately give Zhang Siyi the red envelope, but took out his wallet from his body. I saw that the purse was bulging, and when I opened it, it was full of money, and Zhang Siyi's eyes began to glow!
Gu Xiao counted ten from the inside, stuffed it into the red envelope, folded it, and the whole process was slow, making Zhang Siyi's heart jump to his throat - is Gu Xiao planning to give himself a red envelope? How to do? Will he accept it? I shouldn't want it... But, but he really wants it! qq
Unexpectedly, when Gu Xiao stuffed the money, he still didn't give him the red envelope. Instead, he reached out to Zhang Siyi: "Give me the phone."
Zhang Siyi: "..." What do you want my cell phone for
Although he was puzzled, Zhang Siyi was now full of the red envelope in Gu Xiao's hand, so he obediently unlocked the phone and handed it over.
Gu Xiao downloaded an accounting app for him and said, "Every time you spend money in the future, remember to keep a record here. If you stick to it for three months, you will know where your money goes."
Zhang Siyi was taught, and nodded again and again: "Mmmm."
Gu Xiao then gave him the red envelope and the mobile phone: "Well, take it."
Zhang Siyi's cheeks were slightly red, and he was a little embarrassed. He wanted to refuse and greeted him, "Why did you give me a red envelope?"
Gu Xiao looked at him with a smile: "You have come to pay my New Year's greetings to me, can I not give you a red envelope?"
Zhang Siyi: "..." How do you say it as if he deliberately came to ask for a red envelope
Gu Xiao patted his lower back lightly and said, "Okay, take it, don't say that Master doesn't hurt you in the future."
Zhang Siyi: "..." (==)
Zhang Siyi squeezed the red envelope. The thickness of the red envelope was less than 2,000 yuan. It seemed that Gu Xiao just knew that he was short of money and added another 1,000 yuan to him.
Although the other party's words and deeds made Zhang Siyi feel that he was being molested again, but facing the economic crisis, he finally gave up his morals... and accepted the red envelope.
Then, Gu Xiao taught him how to use the accounting and financial management app, and let him import all the current accounts into it and watch it by himself.
Zhang Siyi flipped through his phone and typed in: "-171.00"
Gu Xiao was surprised: "What is this? You still owe money to others?"
Zhang Siyi said shyly: "I, I... credit|use|card debt..."
Gu Xiao looked at him speechlessly, as if he wanted to raise his palm to give Zhang Siyi a hood, and shoot him to death.
The meal was almost ready, Gu Yao brought the cooked dishes out of the kitchen for his parents, set the dishes and chopsticks, and was about to greet the guests for dinner when he saw his brother and Zhang Siyi sitting on the sofa, they were very close to each other, their heads pressed together. Together, I don't know what I'm looking at, and there are whispers from time to time, as well as my brother's narrow laughter.
The elder brother put one hand on his knee, and one hand was loosely wrapped around Zhang Siyi's waist. It was a very intimate gesture, not like the relationship between the boss and the subordinate, let alone between friends.
There was an indescribable tenderness in the expression he looked at that person. Gu Yao had seen it before, and that was the expression his brother would show when he looked at his phone before.
Gu Yao's heart beat faster, and she felt that something was not right, but she couldn't tell why... She put down the cup lightly, without disturbing them, and silently returned to the kitchen.
The kitchen was also very quiet. Dad Gu and Mom Gu cooperated tacitly and were making the last bowl of sweet orange soup.
They never talk because mom can't talk, but as long as they're together, there's a similar atmosphere around.
That's right, it's the same as the pair in the living room, although there are some differences, but Gu Yao seems to feel the same sweetness from them.
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