There is no way, his bank card is handed over to Wei Qing, every time Wei Qing pays or spends, he can always find out at the first time that buying birthday gifts is a secret, he doesn't want Wei Qing to know, so he can't transfer money by bank card , can only secretly use his own small treasury.
I counted it three times, and the total was 2,032 yuan.
This is what he earns from being a tutor or drawing sketches for his classmates on weekdays.
More than two thousand, what can I buy
buying clothes? Wei Qing may not be able to appreciate his own aesthetics.
buy a bag? Forget it, each of Wei Qing's bags cost 70,000 to 80,000 yuan, what can he buy for more than 2,000 yuan
buy food? Sigh, it's better to say goodbye, buy a bunch of food, if Wei Qing didn't eat it, he might finish it.
How about... .. buy a belt? Yan Chuyang's eyes lit up, and he looked down at his waist.
That's right, buy a belt. He remembered that when he went to the boutique next to the school last time, there were lovers' belts in the store.
He bought a pair, one for Wei Qing and one for himself.
Anyway, no one can see the belt, so no one should find out that they both wear the same belt.
Ok, deal.
The boy breathed a sigh of relief, stuffed a large amount of change into the mezzanine of the backpack, put it on his back, got up and went out.
*****
It may be a working day, there are not many people on the street, and it took Yan Chuyang only half an hour to arrive at the store by bicycle.
"Welcome." As soon as he entered the door, the shopping guide warmly smiled at the boy and asked, "Sir, do you need my help?"
"It's okay, it's okay." Yan Chuyang waved his hand, "I can do it myself."
After speaking, the boy hurriedly walked towards the counter inside.
He knew where the belt was kept. He had been looking at the couple's belt for a long time, but he was always short of money, so he didn't buy it.
But when he walked to the innermost window, the boy's face froze, and only then did he see that the place where the belt was originally placed was empty.
"Miss shopping guide? Can you come here?"
"Hello, how can I help you?"
"Where are the pair of belts of the same style here?" Yan Chuyang asked anxiously, pointing to the glass showcase.
The shopping guide looked at the label, and said, "Oh, you said that pair of men's belts?"
"right!"
"Bought it yesterday by a gentleman."
"Bought it?"
"Yes, said it was for a friend."
"Ah, how could this be?" Yan Chuyang lowered his shoulders in frustration, his face full of disappointment.
"I'm sorry." The shopping guide pursed his lips and said, "We are also very sorry."
"No regrets." A deep voice suddenly sounded from behind.
Yan Chuyang was stunned for a moment, then turned his head in surprise, and Song Huaiqi stood behind him with a gentle smile on his face.
When the shopping guide saw him, his eyes lit up, and he raised his voice and said, "Ah, this gentleman bought it yesterday."
Song Huaiqi walked to Yan Chuyang's side, and the shopping guide nodded and said, "Miss, we don't need your help for now, you can go down first."
"Okay." The shopping guide smiled professionally, turned and walked towards the service counter.
"Senior." Yan Chuyang leaned over and asked anxiously, "Did you really buy that pair of belts?"
Song Huaiqi nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, I saw you shopping in this boutique several times. I asked the shopping guide yesterday. He said that you would look at this belt every time you came. I thought you liked it, so I bought it for you." You bought it."
Yan Chuyang breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and said, "That's good, I thought it was bought by someone else." Then, the boy untied the bag from his back, lowered his head and opened the zipper and said, "Senior, give the belt to me." Me, I'll give you the money."
Song Huaiqi's eyes dimmed, and he suddenly grabbed the boy's wrist, and said in a deep voice, "Don't give me the money, the belt is not on me now, and I left it at home when I came out."
"Ah?" Yan Chuyang froze for a moment, raised his head and frowned, "Then what should we do?"
"If you're in a hurry, I can come home with me to get it now."
Yan Chuyang raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was past eleven o'clock. He planned to give a gift to Wei Qing when he returned home at night. There was still class in the afternoon. If he delayed a little longer, he might run out of time, so he thought After a while, he nodded and said, "Okay, if you have time, senior, I'll go pick it up with you."
Song Huaiqi's eyes lit up, and he said quickly, "I have time."
Yan Chuyang stored the bicycle around the school, and took Song Huaiqi's car to their house.
Song Huaiqi's house was not far from Yan Chuyang's school, and it took more than 30 minutes to drive there.
"Let's go." Song Huaiqi unbuckled his seat belt, turned his head to look at the people next to him and said with a smile, "Come up with me and have a look. We've known each other for so long, it seems like you've never visited my house before."
Yan Chuyang frowned in embarrassment and said: "Senior, I still won't go to school. I still have classes in a while. Can you take it down, and then I will give you the money directly."
Song Huaiqi's expression changed, and he said in a low voice, "Aren't you willing to visit my house?"
"I don't want to." Yan Chuyang said anxiously, "You know, the Manga Contest will be held tomorrow, and there is still a buffer time for the last afternoon. I still want to save some time to go to the studio to make some preparations."
Song Huaiqi frowned, sighed slightly and said, "I'm sorry, I forgot that you have such an important matter tomorrow in a hurry."
"It's okay." Yan Chuyang shrugged, smiled bitterly and said, "No one remembers me, but I'm not so stressed."
"No." Seeing the disappointment in the boy's eyes, Song Huaiqi quickly said, "I remember, I know this game is very important to you, and I have been silently cheering for you in my heart." After finishing speaking, the man's eyes darkened and said, "I'm looking forward to seeing you qualify for the final and we can go to Japan together."
Yan Chuyang's back was stiffened by his deliberately low voice, and he said dryly: "Thank you, senior, I always thought that I was the only one fighting alone."
"No." Song Huaiqi raised his hand to touch the boy's chin, Yan Chuyang's expression changed, and he turned his head to avoid it.