Kou Chen has never done handicrafts. In elementary school, he is sleeping, or playing other things. Otherwise, he has been kicked out of the classroom by the teacher. When he is older, he will no longer have the concept of handicraft. Kou Xiao wears beads by himself. With a bracelet, he seemed to have seen some kind of handicraft god.
The idea of making a handmade gift for Huo Ran was purely inspired by the bracelet that I don't know who gave it.
Originally, he wouldn't do it at all. For birthday gifts, just buy them. When the relationship is better, it means to spend more time choosing when buying gifts.
He didn't know why he had to make one for Huo Ran, but once this idea was formed, it seemed like he had been caught up in evil and had to do it.
The first thing he did when he returned to the classroom after breakfast was to sit next to Huo Ran, fish up Huo Ran's foot from under the desk, and put it on his lap.
He ignored the laughter of the girls around him.
"Can I measure it myself?" Huo Ran struggled to get his leg back.
"Don't move!" He glared at Huo Ran, held his leg tightly, tore a piece of paper from the book, and circled it around Huo Ran's ankle, "Isn't that enough?"
"I've served you." Huo Ran retracted his legs, lay back on the table and sighed.
Kou Chen made a mark on the note, placed it flat on the table, measured it with a ruler, and recorded the length on his phone.
When he raised his head, Xu Chuan stood beside his table and stretched out his hand in front of him.
"Fuck." Kou Chen scolded, grabbed Xu Chuan's hand, picked up a pen and quickly drew a watch on his wrist.
Their plan on the weekend was to practice basketball for two days, and they were going to play next week. On the one hand, they wanted to practice and cooperate together, and on the other hand, they wanted to find an excuse to play together.
But Lao Yang had more time this weekend and was able to teach him how to make leather chains, so Kou Chen had to grit his teeth and give up the day's practice.
Before Lao Yang's car drove to the door, Shuaishuai, who was lying on Kou Chen's lap, suddenly raised his head and his ears stood straight.
"Did you hear about Lao Yang's car?" Kou Chen immediately jumped up from the sofa, "Let's go."
"Where are you going!" Mom yelled.
"Go to Lao Yang's place to play." Kou Chen opened the door when he was changing his shoes, and rushed out like an arrow.
"Your sister has invited someone to go shopping. I thought Rui Dong was busy," said the mother, "Aren't they going to date on weekends?"
"It's not that I can't meet you in normal times, but I'm still tired of hanging out on weekends," Kou Chen ran out, "I'm gone, I'll go back to school in the evening and I'm going to practice ball tomorrow—"
Lao Yang bought a top-floor house on the edge of the city and turned it into a studio.
It is full of all kinds of leather goods he made, all kinds of wallet storage bags, wine bags, decorations... and all kinds of raw materials and tools.
"Every time I come back, I think it's a scene from a horror movie." Kou Chen grabbed Shuaishuai's collar and pointed to a huge leather cushion in the back room with some balls made of scrap leather thrown on it." Did you see it? Go and play, come to me when you are tired of playing, don't bite, do you hear me?"
Shuaishuai rushed over there and chirped.
"Answer me!" Kou Chen said.
Handsome shouted.
"Go ahead." Kou Chen let go of his hand, and then stood in front of the console with Lao Yang, "Come on, let's get started, I'll make it this afternoon at the latest, I'm going back to school this afternoon."
"I can finish it in an hour," Lao Yang said. "Your words... Maybe it's about the same. After five minutes, if you're bored, throw the things away, and I'll finish it for you in an hour."
Kou Chen did not refute Lao Yang's words. First, he wanted to save time, and second, Lao Yang was right.
He picked up a pencil next to him and wrote the size of Huo Ran's ankle on the table, then looked at Lao Yang: "Pick the skin first?"
"Well," Lao Yang turned around and took a small piece of leather from the shelf and put it on the console, "Have you thought about what it will be like?"
"Didn't I say it before, copper nails, copper buttons, etc." Kou Chen looked at the leather one by one.
"You..." Lao Yang cleared his throat, "Did you watch too many movies?"
"What?" Kou Chen looked up at him, didn't understand what he said, and continued to look down at Pizi, "I don't like black, and I don't like too light brown..."
Halfway through, he suddenly came to his senses, raised his head abruptly, and stared at Lao Yang: "What the hell did you just say? What movie?"
"Isn't it? Your request, leather, nails, buttons, etc.," Lao Yang said. "What do you want to feel? You..."
"Leather, rivets, very punk." Kou Chen said.
"...Really," Lao Yang looked at him, "I think too much, you are a pure boy."
"What the hell did you think of!" Kou Chen roared.
"Don't force me." Lao Yang pointed to the leather, "Choose the leather."
"You've watched too many movies, right?" Kou Chen clicked his tongue, "Old rascal."
"Who's old?" Lao Yang took out a piece of leather and threw it in front of him, "Well, it's old, it's more suitable for the feeling you want."
"Okay." Kou Chen looked at the leather, it was black and brown, and it looked retro after being worn.
"The leather has already been processed, so you don't need to make it yourself." Lao Yang collected the other pieces of leather, spread this piece in front of him, and put the ruler and leather cutter in front of him, "Measure the size, draw the line, Then cut it out."
"Yeah." Kou Chen took the ruler and pressed it on the leather, then took a breath and started drawing lines with a pencil.
Drawing a line should be the easiest step, but his fingers on the ruler were so disobedient that it went beyond the edge of the ruler, and a semicircle was drawn on the straight line drawn by the pencil.
He heard Lao Yang sigh and looked up at Lao Yang.
"Make it up." Lao Yang said.
He drew it again, the ruler moved for some unknown reason, and the pencil drew a new one next to it, and that's fine. Anyway, although the leather is not big, at least fifty can be drawn with such a leather ring.
"How wide?" he asked Lao Yang.
"As you like," Lao Yang said, "but I suggest no more than two centimeters, or it's not too conspicuous, after all, the attached middle school is a key high school."
"Okay, 1.5." Kou Chen lowered his head and continued. He was afraid that it was too exaggerated and Huo Ran refused to wear it.
He always thought that it would be good to make a leather ring, cut the leather, cut everything, and then tap the rivets, that's all.
The process is almost the same, but just like cooking, it’s simple to say, and every movement is like the reverse of the joints, and it’s clumsy.
When cutting the skin, he cut off a small piece of his fingernail with a knife.
His fingernails were cut short, so he also shaved off a small piece of skin on his fingertips.
When the blood poured out, Lao Yang almost knelt down for him: "Don't do it, let me come, this piece of skin not only has your heart and efforts, but also your blood, so leave it to me later. "
"No." Kou Chen put his fingers in his mouth and tore off a Band-Aid and wrapped it around.
"Your sister killed me." Lao Yang said.
"She beat me up before and I hurt more than this?" Kou Chen looked disdainful.
"That was her beating, try someone else?" Lao Yang said.
Kou Chen still decided to insist that this was the first time in his life that he had given a gift to someone, and it was the first person in his life who would defend him from the sword. He also liked this person very much.
However, he obviously underestimated the difficulty of making this thing, or in other words, he overestimated his talent for crafting.
Maybe he overestimated how much he liked Huo Ran's cuteness.
Lao Yang took a piece of scrap and let him learn to drive rivets first. After he hit his finger with a piece of skin off with the third hammer, he threw the hammer aside and fell on the sofa.
"Fuck you, practice a fart, don't do it." He looked at the blood gushing out from his fingertips again.
Heartbreaking pain.
For someone like him, who would feel pain even if he ripped off a mosquito bag, this was simply punishment, or torture, painful and angry, and he didn't even get angry.
Lao Yang supported the console and looked at him.
"I'm not scolding you." Kou Chen muffled his voice.
"Let's make it simpler," Lao Yang said. "Do you know what the first finished product I made was?"
Kou Chen said nothing.
"A tape measure," Lao Yang said with a smile, "just cut a long strip of leather, without any treatment on the bed, just use the copper mold to mark it, even if it's done."
"Tape measure?" Kou Chen looked at him, a little lost.
tape
"Yeah, beginners start with the simplest. You are a beginner who can't even fold the paper," Lao Yang said. "It would be nice to be able to cut the leather."
"If the tape measure is to be done, what is the procedure?" Kou Chen asked.
"... Cut, apply bed surface treatment agent, trim the edges, type on the characters, and put rivets on both sides." Lao Yang said.
"Come on trimming and nailing," Kou Chen stood up. "What does your bronze mold look like? Does it have letters?"
"Yes, what?" Lao Yang took a wooden box and opened it. It was full of various metal bars in the shape of large iron nails, and there were letters or patterns on a larger plane.
"I think I really asked you to do something complicated for me, and Huo Ran couldn't believe that I did it," Kou Chen said, "then make it simple, just make a thin tape measure and wrap it twice around your ankle. The length of the child, and then there should be a scale on it, and the scale will not be numbered, but the date of his birthday and the letters of his name, what do you think? Can I do this?"
"Yes." Lao Yang nodded.
"That's it," Kou Chen snapped his fingers, "I'll get one too."
"... a couple?" Lao Yang asked.
"Well," Kou Chen nodded and paused for another two seconds, "How are you, brother!"
"I call this kind of couple a couple," Lao Yang patted his skin, "Let's start, Master Kou."
Many people in the class didn't go home today. Except for Kou Chen, the group of seven stayed in the gym.
Huo Ran's list of squads that Huo Ran signed up for were him, Kou Chen, Jiang Lei, Wei Chaoren and Luo Feiyu.
They all stayed for practice today and had two practice sessions.
Except Kou Chen didn't come.
Kou Chen went home to give him a birthday present.
Huo Ran was a little depressed. His birthday was still more than half a month away, so he had to make a gift today, but when he thought that Kou Chen was going back to make this gift specially, and he had been thinking about it for a long time in advance, he felt very warm.
Kou Chen fights well. Not only is he talented, but he also practices diligently the day after tomorrow, so his level is very high.
But he does handicraft... From what Huo Ran knew about him, this person could even peel a piece of tin foil from the chocolate and cut out a hole in the chocolate. Such a level of handicraft is a bit unimaginable.
If he really made an anklet, he didn't know whether to wear it or not.
Wear it, in case it's too ugly.
Don't wear it, I can't help Kou Chen's thoughts.
… so just wear it.
After one and a half games in the afternoon, everyone was a little tired, so Huo Ran let everyone rest, he and Xu Zhifan and Xu Chuan went to buy drinks.
Wu Xiaochen and a few girls also followed. All the food and drinks in this training were paid for by the class, and she had to pay for it.
"Why didn't Kou Chen come today?" Tang Wei asked.
"I have something to go home, come over later." Huo Ran said.
"I haven't seen Kou Chen play," Tang Wei asked again with a look of longing, "Is he handsome?"
"He's so handsome," Huo Ran said.
"Ah..." Tang Wei clutched his chest and leaned against Li Yiyi, "Ah... my heart..."
"Whose?" Wu Xiaochen turned to look at her, "Say it again! You shameless woman!"
Tang Wei still clutched his chest: "Ow, you fierce woman! Don't you just want to say it's yours!"
"Obviously it was Huo Ran!" Wu Xiaochen clenched his fist with justice.
Huo Ran was eating the last packet of beef jerky contributed by Wei Chaoren and almost choked.
Several girls suddenly burst into laughter, and Wu Xiaochen actually persisted for several seconds before laughing.
"I won't join you!" Li Yiyi said, "My heart belongs to another place now."
"Who is it?" Wu Xiaochen asked.
"Who else could it be, Lin Wuyu," Tang Wei waved his hand, "the day when Ren Tiantai shouted, her saliva was almost dripping."
"Fuck! How can I be so..." Li Yiyi said halfway through, and suddenly pointed to the front, "Is Kou Chen here?"
"Ah! Kou Chen!" Tang Wei jumped up and waved in front of him.
Huo Ran hurriedly threw the half piece of beef jerky back into the bag and looked up.
I saw Kou Chen walking towards him.
He couldn't help but smile.
"Finished?" Kou Chen shouted.
"No, rest time." Xu Zhifan said.
"Buy water?" Kou Chen stopped.
"Yes, there are funds." Xu Chuan pointed to Wu Xiaochen.
"I'm the host." Wu Xiaochen patted his bag.
Kou Chen turned around and walked with them to the canteen, leaned over to Huo Ran, and whispered, "I'll show you later..."
"Wow," Tang Wei shouted from behind, "Kou Chen, your anklet is so cool!"
Huo Ran was stunned for a while, and looked down at Kou Chen's ankle with everyone. A thin belt was wrapped twice around the ankle. The lock was an old rivet with a small ring under it. , on which hangs a small thing the size of a small fingernail.
"What is this?" Tang Wei kept bending over and following behind him.
Kou Chen stopped: "What is what?"
"The little one hanging." Tang Wei pointed.
"Scythe." Kou Chen said.
"Ah," Tang Wei covered his chest again, "is that the sickle used by the god of death in your lower back?"
"...Yes." Kou Chen smiled.
"Did you make it yourself?" Wu Xiaochen asked, "Is it a ruler? Are there scales?"
"Yes." Kou Chen continued to walk forward.
Huo Ran looked at him with natural enthusiasm, walked side by side with him, and asked in a low voice: "My birthday present, now you have put it on your feet for everyone to visit?"
"This is mine," Kou Chen whispered with a smile. "Yours is in my pocket. I'll show it to you later, but it's the same as mine."
"Look at the group." Xu Chuan said beside him.
"Huh?" Kou Chen took out his phone and clicked on the group.
Several people in the group of seven have already swiped the screen, and reported the size of their wrists and ankles, and Hu Yi directly reported the waist circumference.
-I don't want the one on my hands and feet, I'm not used to it, I want a belt
"Get out of here!" Kou Chen raised his hand in front of Xu Chuan, "Did you see that?"
"How?" Huo Ran asked.
"I took a knife, and I just slapped it with a fucking hammer several times," Kou Chen frowned, "I'm so pissed off."
"It hurts to cry..." Huo Ran said.
Kou Chen looked at him.
"You're just afraid of pain," Huo Ran said, "is it deep?"
"It's not deep, it just lost a bit of skin," Kou Chen said. "It will be fine tomorrow."
"How many times have you been smashed by a hammer?" Huo Ran pinched his fingers, feeling a little swollen, "Who smashed it?"
"Who else can smash it, Lao Yang will smash me," Kou Chen sighed, "I'll do it myself."
Huo Ran knew that it was not something you could just pick up and do, and he knew that Kou Chen had no talent in this area, but he didn't expect such a tragic situation to have his hands cut and smashed.
Immediately felt a little embarrassed.
"I want to know it's so hard to get, I don't want it," he said.
"What the hell?" Kou Chen clicked his tongue.
After buying drinks and returning to the gym, the group of seven squatted at Kou Chen's feet and studied the anklet for a while.
"Why don't you help Huo Ran?" Wei Chaoren said, "Why did you make one for yourself after a long time of tossing around?"
Kou Chen squinted at him and said nothing.
"Are you stupid," Jiang Lei said, "This is obviously a couple."
"...Oh," Wei Chaoren folded his fists at Kou Chen, "I'm leaving."
Kou Chen sat in the stands and couldn't stop laughing.
After a group of people went to get drinks, Huo Ran cleared his throat: "Let me see?"
"Yeah." Kou Chen took out a small leather loop from his pocket, "You have a look first, it has not been packaged yet, I will make a small leather pocket for you when it is your birthday."
"No need." Huo Ran looked at the leather in his hand. It was a mini-sized tape with scales on it. The numbers and letters indented under each grid were printed, "Is it my birthday and name?"
"Yes," Kou Chen pointed to the position of the lock, "mine is a sickle, yours is... a Shiba Inu head."
Huo Ran looked at him.
"There's nothing else." Kou Chen held back his smile, "Or I'll look for it, your birthday hasn't come anyway."
"No." Huo Ran said.
"Huh?" Kou Chen looked at him.
Huo Ran hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head and wrapped the small tape measure around his ankle, then buckled it.