It took about a week for Gu Zhuoyan's room to look brand new, even the color tone changed. Gu Zhuoyan himself gradually adapted to this place, no longer picky about the dishes cooked by Sister Hu, and also cared about the dog, walking back and forth with a tissue bag all day long.
After taking a shower and entering the room, Gu Zhuoyan saw Gu Baoyan running in to play, and was stuffing the Barbie doll into his sports car model, and said, "Three seconds, put it back for me."
Gu Baoyan was still obedient, put away the sports car model, and went to the computer to play a small game. Gu Zhuoyan sat at the end of the bed and wiped his hair, bare upper body, with one leg pressing against Barbie's skirt. As soon as he looked up, he saw the picture hanging on the wall, a pair of hands, the one given to him by Zhuang Fanxin.
The design of this room, this piece of graffiti, and a few pots of flowers in the garden were all given by Zhuang Fanxin. In terms of reason, Gu Zhuoyan thinks that he should thank the other party, and he doesn't like to owe favor.
But how to say thank you? Forget it verbally, there is no sincerity in the empty head, and the help given by Zhuang Fan's heart is tangible and tangible.
Then get something practical, at least a gift in return.
To be honest, Gu Zhuoyan has never given gifts. Although he is small and has a lot of friends, everyone's purchasing power is okay. Thank each other or apologize to each other, or say it clearly, or play a game and let it go, everything is solved.
He pondered, Zhuang Fanxin is learning to paint, or should he send painting tools? He quickly dismissed the idea, one is that he doesn't understand the good and the bad, and the other is that Zhuang Fan's heart is not lacking in those things.
The keyboard rattled, and Gu Baoyan turned around for help: "Brother, I always die."
Gu Zhuoyan found a T-shirt and put it on, went to the table and carried Gu Baoyan, sat down in his arms and started a new game. He stared at the monitor and asked urgently, "I'll give Zhuang Fanxin a gift, what should I give?"
Gu Baoyan didn't answer and asked, "Can you give me a copy by the way?"
Moving his slender fingers on the keyboard, Gu Zhuoyan said, "I'll send you a ticket, you can go home." When it came to going home, he thought of the child's first night, and was a little puzzled, "How are you doing these days? Don't you want to go home?"
Gu Baoyan said: "I want to open it."
There is not so much discipline here, Xue Maochen takes him out to play all day, and has pets. Moreover, Gu Baoyan found that Gu Zhuoyan was not cold recently. Maybe tomorrow in a good mood, he would agree to dismantle the model.
Gu Zhuoyan said in his heart that you are beautiful, and when the game enters the next level, you will get a gift bag, remembering that the gift has not yet arrived. He sighed to himself: "It's good to send something."
Gu Baoyan said, "I think Brother Xiao Zhuang likes the guitar."
"Come on." Gu Zhuoyan had lingering fears, but Zhuang Fan really had no musical talent. He was teaching guitar that afternoon, and he had a little tinnitus when he slept at night.
Gu Baoyan couldn't think of it. After seeing how many games she had won, she was eager to think about playing by herself. Gu Zhuoyan returned to the bed and lay down on the pillow, and continued to ponder. Gifts must be what the other person likes, right
Besides painting, what else does Zhuang Fanxin like
"Brother, I'm dead again!" Gu Baoyan added confusion.
Gu Zhuoyan went to hide in the living room, and a message came in with a ding from his mobile phone, which was sent by his messenger, Lian Yiming. The picture is a pair of sneakers, all of which are light and simple styles, which have not been officially released yet.
Gu Zhuoyan was too lazy to reply, what is there to do with shoes, hats, and staff? The big boys act like little sisters. But on second thought, they are all boys, so Zhuang Fanxin should also like sneakers, right
Just give this pair of shoes, so you don't have to worry about it.
But Gu Zhuoyan didn't know what size Zhuang Fanxin wore, so he edited the message "What size shoes do you wear" and deleted it before sending it. It's too straightforward to ask. "Are you there? Send a photo to see your feet." It seems too perverted to ask.
Finally, Gu Zhuoyan sent a message and asked, "How tall are you?"
Zhuang Fanxin was watching a movie. After receiving the message, he pulled out his hand from the bag of potato chips. He picked up the phone and looked a little puzzled. The first message Gu Zhuoyan sent him was actually asking about his height
He is not high, 173, I heard that people with 158 call themselves 160, and people with 178 call themselves 180, so he replied 175. After replying a little guilty, I added another: "What's the matter?"
Gu Zhuoyan: "Nothing."
Zhuang Fan was even more curious: "Why?"
Gu Zhuoyan: "Why not?"
After answering this question, Gu Zhuoyan contacted Lian Yiming. It was the first call since he came to Rongcheng. As soon as he got through, he didn't even have any warm words from his best friends, so he asked them to buy shoes.
The yardage was wrong, and Lian Yiming asked, "Who bought it for?"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "A friend."
"Friend?" Lian Yiming shouted, "I fucking wait for the news of your jumping into the sea every day, thinking that you will be forced to go home as soon as possible, but you have already made friends?"
Gu Zhuoyan said happily: "It's pretty good here, my sister doesn't want to think about Shu anymore."
While the phone porridge is being boiled here, Zhuang Fan's heart is still at a loss. He glanced at his phone from time to time, but before Gu Zhuoyan's other reply, he received a call from his good friend Pei Zhi.
His friend Pei Zhi went to Japan to study in the summer vacation, and finally returned to China the day after tomorrow. Zhuang Fanxin checked the Internet and found that the recently held art exhibition ended the day after tomorrow, so they could catch up.
It is estimated that it is the relationship between family environment. Zhuang Fanxin's most frequent place to go from childhood to adulthood is all kinds of art galleries. Two days later, he went out under the scorching sun and met Gu Zhuoyan walking his dog at the gate.
Today's high temperature warning, Zhuang Fanxin reminded: "Be careful of heat stroke."
Gu Zhuoyan said, "Then are you still going out?"
"I'm going to see the art exhibition." Zhuang Fanxin put on a baseball cap, "If you don't watch it, you will miss it, and you should devote yourself to art."
Gu Zhuoyan asked unintentionally, "When will the offering be finished?"
Zhuang Fan thought for a while: "Noon, bye!"
Gu Zhuoyan led the dog to kill in the shade, and when Zhuang Fanxin disappeared at the small intersection, he walked slowly. I waited for a few minutes at the intersection, signed for the courier, and went home with the pair of shoes.
It was really hot, and I was sweating every time I moved.
Zhuang Fanxin got off the bus outside the art museum. The crowd outside the museum was not too dense. After all, there were fewer fools willing to devote themselves to art. He was standing in a conspicuous position waiting, the air was stuffy and hot, and the sun made his skin flush. Pei Zhi finally appeared across the road when he was sweating and dizzy.
A full half an hour late, Zhuang Fan shouted in a smokey voice, "Run for me!"
Pei Zhi arrived panting: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I met a rear-end... The whole street was blocked... I came halfway by subway... "
The two of them seemed to have just finished steaming in the sauna, and their faces were bright red. Zhuang Fan snorted and asked, "How was your time in Japan?"
Pei Zhi said, "You go to class every day, didn't you experience it last year?" They both went in different directions. Pei Zhi likes clothing design, and Zhuang Fanxin likes jewelry design.
Zhuang Fanxin asked, "Have you been to the Mitaka Art Museum?"
"Go, I posted a blog, you must not read it."
Zhuang Fanxin really didn't read it. It was a niche blog abroad. Many designers registered to post. At first, he posted some photos, but he was too lazy to log in over time.
He was thinking about other things at this time: "Did you bring me a gift?"
Pei Zhi took out a bag from the bag, which was not too heavy. The gift box inside was exquisitely packaged, and it was a set of Japanese yukata. Zhuang Fanxin liked it very much, and after accepting it, he and Pei Zhi crossed shoulders and decided to treat the guests at noon.
The museum is very big, they strolled slowly until noon before leaving, looking for a restaurant nearby to eat. While waiting for dinner, Pei Zhi read the magazines in the restaurant, and Zhuang Fan Xin picked up his gifts.
When the phone lit up, Zhuang Fan was distracted, and it was Gu Zhuoyan who said, "You haven't come back yet?"
He replied, "No, come back after dinner."
Zhuang Fan was a little suspicious. When he met him in the morning, Gu Zhuoyan asked him when he would go home, and now he asks again, is there something to ask him for help? But he didn't move after replying, he couldn't help asking: "Is there anything you want to do with me?"
Gu Zhuoyan: "No."
Halo, I didn't send any news. I asked him about his height in a mysterious way that day, and I did it again today. Zhuang Fanxin couldn't control his curiosity and asked, "What happened?"
Gu Zhuoyan ignored him, but Pei Zhi touched his arm and told him to read a certain page of the magazine. He looked at it, and it was a pair of well-designed sneakers, indicating that it had not been officially released.
"Do you think it looks good?"
"nice."
"When will it be out? I want to buy it."
"It's better to buy painting tools than six thousand."
The two discussed a few words like little sisters, the dishes were served, and the magazines were put down to eat. Zhuang Fan said rationally in his heart, but his eyes drifted to the magazine quietly, and he couldn't help but decide to save some pocket money.
According to his urine, he couldn't save it. It would be great if Zhuang Xianyang gave him a pair.
Zhuang Fanxin and Pei Zhi ate less than one-third of a meal for two, which was probably too hot to eat. In the afternoon, I couldn't afford to go shopping anymore, and while the signs of heat stroke were not too obvious, I broke up quickly on the cross street.
Zhuang Fanxin took a taxi home, and was slightly dizzy when he got off the car at the small intersection. He walked in with a gift and saw De Mu squatting outside the gate of his house from a distance.
He walked over suspiciously and found that the dog leash was tied to the door. He untied it, and the German Shepherd immediately ran back, stopped after a few steps, and ate a piece of jerky on the ground.
The dog was led by the jerky, and Zhuang Fanxin was led by the dog, running from his door to the door of Xue's house. The door was closed, he led the dog in, and found the dog owner watching TV in the living room on the first floor.
Zhuang Fanxin asked the mysterious man, "What's the situation?"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "Wait for you." He didn't know what time Zhuang Fanxin went home, so he tied the German shepherd there to let the wind out, which naturally attracted people.
Zhuang Fanxin was even more curious, and sat beside him, staring at each other with sweat beaded on his temples. Gu Zhuoyan no longer hid and tucked, and lowered his head to glance at Zhuang Fanxin's feet, feeling a little more confident in his heart.
He handed the bag on the coffee table to Zhuang Fanxin and said directly, "It's for you."
Zhuang Fan was obviously startled: "Send me? Why?"
Gu Zhuoyan said succinctly: "Thank you for your help."
"Ah, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors..." Zhuang Fan didn't expect Gu Zhuoyan to be so polite. When he opened the box, he didn't expect that it was the sneakers he had seen in the magazine an hour ago.
He looked at the shoes, then at Gu Zhuoyan, at Gu Zhuoyan, and at the shoes.
Gu Zhuoyan made this look confused. He really lacked experience in giving gifts, and he couldn't help but suspect that the gift was not well chosen. But he had already bought it anyway, he said, "Just make do with it."
Zhuang Fan's heart is so mixed up, those potted flowers were moved from the garden, and the design of the room was also entrusted by Xue Maochen, and a piece of graffiti is even less valuable. But these shoes cost more than 6,000, he whispered: "These are very precious."
Gu Zhuoyan was inexplicably relieved. He could hear that Zhuang Fan was very satisfied with this gift, so there was no failure.
Zhuang Fanxin really liked it, he glanced at the shoe size, it was just right, and instantly understood why Gu Zhuoyan asked about his height. He was suddenly shy: "Actually, I reported an extra two centimeters."
"I guessed it." Gu Zhuoyan said, "You look at one meter seventy-three at most."
"..." Zhuang Fan licked his dry lips, thinking that you really know how to chat. He said goodbye with the gift, stood up and swayed, and then fell back on the sofa.
At this time, the phone received a text message from Pei Zhi - "I seem to be suffering from heat stroke."
Zhuang Fanxin lay on the sofa and smirked: "Haha it's really hot today, all my friends are suffering from heat stroke."
Gu Zhuoyan looked at the red face, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "What are you laughing at, I think you are too."