"Crack!"
Because of Gong Sheng's inadvertent touch, a small object on the bedside table fell to the ground.
The furnishings in Gong Sheng's room are all very simple. There is usually nothing else on the bedside table except for a lamp and a glass of water.
He picked it up and saw that it was a simple cardboard box, the size of a palm.
He frowned, thinking that the servant was not serious about cleaning up, and was just about to throw it into the trash can.
Oddly enough, he withdrew his arm halfway, put the crude paper box in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully.
Why does this clumsy handmade box look so like a little lady's original style
Gong Sheng slowly opened the box.
The moment the box was opened, his breathing stagnated slightly.
That's a... feather!
It was blue and white, very much like the bathrobe and pajamas skirt that Yun Qiao often wore; it was clean and soft, and it was like brushing a girl's palm with a light touch, which made people's heart throb.
Gong Sheng picked up the feather, only to realize that it was not just a feather.
On the feather shaft, a small opening was cut with clumsy handwork, and it was cut into a shape with a rhomboid end face.
If it is stained with ink, it is a pen!
This is a very old way of making—a quill!
Although the handwork is clumsy, it has a sense of simplicity. After all, modern people use fountain pens. I am afraid that no one knows that feathers can be used as pens in this way.
Gong Sheng stared at the pen and couldn't put it down.
He rang the bell to call the servant up: "Who put this in my room just now?"
The servant glanced at the broken cardboard box and shook his head: "We didn't misplace your things for you, Mr. President. But... Miss Qiao came into your room before dinner."
Gong Sheng: "Understood."
From beginning to end, the tone was extremely calm.
Only after the servant left, the curvature of the corners of his lips got bigger and bigger.
After a while.
Zhang Bo received a call from Gong Sheng: "You don't need to check that little boy anymore."
Zhang Bo: "Ah? Why, Mr. President?"
He just started to investigate the background of that Mr. Jun, and found that the man's background was a mystery.
Such a tall and handsome man, who was not originally an actor, suddenly came to the set, the more he thought about it, the more suspicious he became.
I was preparing to check it out all night in high spirits, but... the President suddenly ordered not to investigate
Gong Sheng: "Yes. There is no need to investigate people who are worthless."
Zhang Bo: "But Miss Qiao gave him a pen."
Gong Sheng snorted coldly, and his tone was quite contemptuous: "What is a pen, I still have a quill."
This feather, he recognized at a glance, is the feather of the endangered protected animal "heron crane" that is only found in France!
Is it priceless
What's more, this quill was hand-carved by a stupid woman and given to him. How much thought did it take
It is much more precious than the kind of rags that are displayed in the shop window and can be bought with money!
But on the other end of the phone, Zhang Bo was completely dumbfounded.
quill
What the hell is that
Did Miss Qiao give it to you
It turned out that the President was bought by a worthless quill, and the Vinegar King was not angry because he was so easily smoothed.
Mr. President, can you have something to do
Zhang Bo muttered silently in his heart.
This side of the phone.
However, Gong Sheng was already holding a quill, like a treasure, pacing in the room non-stop.
The more I look at it, the more I like it.
He was not even willing to use this pen to stain the ink, he just wanted to offer it.
I went back and forth on the bookshelf to find several places, but I was not satisfied.
In the end, the quill was placed in the center of the bookshelf, in front of the photo of his inauguration ceremony when he was president.
[Master Yun: Goodnight kiss! After going through ups and downs, we finally meet again. The most precious gift I received was the goblin's unwavering waiting, and every word of the message after reading with you!]