"What?" Duan Feifei asked.
"Would you like to buy some New Year's gifts for your dad?" Jiang Kuo gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.
"No, they can only buy daily necessities, and some books," Duan Feifei said. "Uncle bought it every time he asked him to take it with him."
"Oh..." Jiang Kuo nodded, "Where's the old uncle? Where's the old aunt? What about Sister Ling?"
"...No." Duan Feifei looked at him, "What's wrong?"
"No." Jiang Kuo said, "I'm just asking, do you usually give people this kind of New Year's gift?"
"I don't." Duan Feifei replied clearly, "I usually give birthday gifts, and children who I know well will be given a gift for June 1."
"Understood," Jiang Kuo pondered for a while, "Then I don't need to give Jiang a present."
"That's not what I mean. If you have a good relationship, you can send it without any problem," Duan Feifei said. "It depends on your habit. Did you send it before?"
"No." Jiang Kuo said.
"That's fine." Duan Feifei said.
"Okay," Jiang Kuo waved, "Let's go, have breakfast."
Okay, don't send it.
Before Jiang Liao sent the processed photos, Jiang Kuo really didn't feel how many photos they took that day. Except for those of the role models, Jiang Liao would send him twenty or thirty photos almost every day.
The exams have been completed in two subjects, and finally they are all finished.
[LL] That's all, emptying your warehouse won't make up for my dead brain cells
[JK921]How many have you counted
[LL]Small thousand pieces
[JK921]Going crazy
[LL] So when I have more photos, I like to make a photo book, which is convenient to look at.
Jiang Kuo looked at Jiang Liao's words.
A flash of light came to mind.
This is not a gift, but it is very interesting. Even if it is not given to Duan Feifei, he wants to make those photos of his own.
[JK921]How to do
Jiang Liao was silent for a long time, and then came back.
[LL]… Go and buy a photo album
[JK921]Are you despising me
He has seen a lot of Jiang Leo's photo books. They are very well done. They have both soft and hard leather, all kinds of decorations and mechanisms. Some of them look like amazing magic books, and some are in boxes. He will recall scenes of unleashing demons in various horror movies...
Of course he didn't want to do that. He couldn't do it. Jiang Liao also made a simplified version. He can learn a simple version.
[JK921]You tell me how to do the easiest one
[LL]Buy a photo album
[JK921]Aren't you brothers and sisters
The message has been sent, but was rejected by the other party.
[JK921]
The message has been sent, but was rejected by the other party.
[JK921]You are awesome
The message has been sent, but was rejected by the other party.
"Come on." Jiang Kuo was very helpless.
He and Jiang have been blocked 10,000 times every day, but this time he was particularly helpless.
He's not an impulsive person, because he's habitually dull most of the time, and there's nothing to keep him interested.
But every now and then, when a flash of inspiration strikes, he has to do it.
I learned all kinds of things in the past, like skiing, skydiving, shooting, horseback riding, or even a balance bike. I wanted to play for a moment, and I couldn’t stop.
It's not necessary to give Duan Feihan some kind of New Year's gift, nor is it necessary to give a photo book, but once the idea of "printing out photos into a book" came out, it was difficult to throw it away.
Especially when I think of what Duan Feihan said before.
Photos will change over time.
How meaningful.
And romantic.
Without Jiang Leo's help, he could only check the tutorial on his own.
But after looking around, I found that except for electronic photo albums, they are basically in the form of photo albums, which are printed as a book... that has a gross meaning.
And a fart time change.
Apart from these two, the only thing that could match the form he imagined was the old photo album.
or handbook.
He looked at the account again.
... I really do this, I guess I can give it out on New Year's Day in my senior year.
There are only old photo albums.
After finishing the last subject before the New Year's Day holiday, the most feared thing, botany, felt pretty good, even though he almost didn't finish the paper, let alone the examination.
After New Year's Day, the rest are advanced mathematics and English, two subjects that he is more confident in relatively speaking.
The whole person feels a lot easier.
His final decision was to buy a photo album.
When I inquired with a few people in the dormitory, they were quite fond of things like photo albums.
"I used a kind of photo album when I was in elementary school," Tang Li told him. "It's quite a big one. There is a thin transparent film on each page, which is sticky. Then take the film cover off and stick it on.”
"I don't understand." Jiang Kuo said.
"I don't understand either, I'll look it up." Li Zirui lay on the bed and looked at Jiang Kuo after five seconds, "It's really there, it's called... DIY film album, baby growth record... "
"How many days can I buy now?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Three days," Li Zirui said, "but the logistics must have started to be very slow these days."
That's too late.
At times like these, the cannon is a lifesaver.
"Help me take a look when you enter the city." Jiang Kuo said, "Do you know what it is? I'll send you a picture."
"No, my cousin bought a bunch and posted pictures of her son," Cannon said. "Why do you want that stuff?"
"Post my photo to President Jiang and his wife." Jiang Kuo said.
"...Are you sure that Mrs. Jiang won't think there is something wrong with you when she receives this?" Cannon asked.
"Is there something wrong with this thing?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"There's nothing wrong with it," Cannon said. "It's kind of like something is wrong when you do this."
"Just say if you have gone to help me find it, it will only take two days." Jiang Kuo said.
"There's a lot of time," Cannon said. "I'll go to the west of the city tomorrow. I'll pass that small commodity on the way. I'll help you find it."
"Why are you going to the west of the city?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Eat," said Cannon, "you are eating very vigorously in the cafeteria now, so I won't call you."
"I want to review." Jiang Kuo said.
"You didn't delay studying for the college entrance examination." Da Pao said, "Your university is definitely not a broken school. When I go back, I have to tell President Jiang that there is a young master in this school, and he will be transformed in less than a semester. Excellent."
"Are you talking a little too much?" Jiang Kuo said.
"Okay, I'll call you tomorrow when I find it." Cannon said.
After the class for the past two days, I haven't seen Duan Feifei.
The holiday business of Niu San Dao is always very good, especially after the New Year's Day, the New Year's Day is approaching, and the sales of various meats are very large.
Duan Feifei would go back to help out every day when there was no class and at night, probably because he was still thinking about kicking out the work he should have done on New Year's Day.
Thinking of this, Jiang Kuo felt a little guilty.
He didn't have these pressures, he just felt that he had to go out to relax after being suffocated at school for a long time.
I never thought that Duan Feifei would theoretically be a busier person during the holidays.
I even felt happy because Duan Feihan would go out with them that day.
but.
Even though he already felt guilty, his happy mood remained unchanged.
Really... let Benben gnaw on his conscience.
Cannon is quite reliable. I sent a few photos at noon the next day and found several albums of different sizes, colors and styles.
"I think this kind of coiled leather book is good. It has a retro feel. There are background papers in several colors. When I touch the real thing, it also feels good." Cannon said.
"What about the light blue one?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"My childhood is written on the cover," Cannon said.
Jiang Kuo laughed: "Isn't it written in the coil book?"
"No writing, no words at all," said Cannon.
"Okay, you help me bring this back." Jiang Kuo looked at the picture again, and it looked okay.
When Da Pao brought the album over in the afternoon, he had just printed out all the photos in the printing shop where Ma Xiao was working. All of them were of Duan Feifei, and there was also the group photo that he felt very good that day.
While he was waiting for the photo to be printed, he went to a stationery store next to him, crowded among a group of girls, and planned to buy some decorations such as stickers. According to some sample pictures he found on the Internet, it would be more lively to embellish some stickers on the photo page. .
Everything went smoothly, the only accident was that he met Yan Eyu.
No one noticed him at first, but Yan Huiyu greeted him.
"Jiang Kuo?" Yan Huiyu said.
Several girls all around turned their heads to look here, and he was holding a bunch of shiny stickers in his hand.
"Well." Jiang Kuo responded.
"This kind of good-looking," a girl next to him who probably knew him but he didn't usually know, handed him a stick of stickers. "It's metal, it's pretty cool."
"Thank you." Jiang Kuo took it and glanced at it. There are two kinds of silver and gold. Okay, he took it and settled the bill.
The photo album brought by the cannon is of good texture and has a handmade feel visually.
"When are you going home?" Jiang Kuo asked him.
"It's almost there, how did you get back?" Cannon asked. "Should the car be driven back or left here?"
"Next year, let President Jiang find someone to get the car back," Jiang Kuo said. "I can't drive it now. I'm looking forward to the rain when I wash the car."
Cannon laughed: "Keep some of the money collected during the Chinese New Year, and you can subsidize yourself next semester."
"I'll set a time to go back together," Jiang Kuo said, "isn't the plane faster than the motor car?"
"Well, it's too far to go to the airport," Cannon said. "I'll buy a ticket then."
"Business seat." Jiang Kuo confessed.
"Shouldn't you buy a second-class seat?" said Cannon.
"Go away." Jiang Kuo glanced at him, "Go back and come out again, I still have two subjects to take exams after the holiday, so I don't have time."
"Business matters," said Cannon, "this semester..."
"Hu Zhenyu," Jiang Kuo pointed at him, "don't memorize the lines."
Cannon tutted: "Let's go!"
If Jiang Kuo knew that it was a plane as big as A4 paper, it would be so difficult to arrange the photos nicely and keep each page as different as possible. He would never have chosen to make a photo album before. Such a humble option.
One night, he sat cross-legged on the bed in the dormitory arranging photos. For a whole night, he didn't go to self-study, and he just lined up this damn picture in the dormitory.
At the beginning, he chose three sizes for the size of the photo. He wanted to highlight the main and secondary aspects. Different sizes were also convenient for composition, but when he started to do it, he found that he overestimated himself. He couldn’t do such a meaningful thing.
When all the photo albums were posted with the purpose of "filling every page", Li Zirui's snoring had already entered the second stage of high-pitchedness.
The day before New Year's Day, he had finished putting on all the metal stickers. The ones that the girl handed him were all okay. They were all patterns, all kinds of flowers and stars, and there were no English words. Otherwise, he had to identify those flower bodies. Is there anything embarrassing in English
There are no classes this afternoon, the number of people in the school has dropped by half in an instant, and the people who go out for New Year's Eve have raised one leg since the afternoon.
Duan Feifei should have finished his work and did not go home.
When Jiang Kuo went to 107 with a paper bag, he was cleaning.
"Alone?" Jiang Kuo probed into his head.
"Anyone," Duan Feifei looked at him, "what's the matter, do you have anything shameful?"
"Cleaning?" Jiang Kuo walked into 107.
"Just wipe it, this semester has not been supervised by Senior Lu Haobo, and many places have fallen into dust," Duan Feifei threw the rag into the sink, "I'm fine, can we go out for a while?"
"Okay." Jiang Kuo nodded.
Duan Feifei saw the paper bag in his hand and raised his chin: "What are you holding?"
"For you." Jiang Kuo took out the album from the paper bag and shook it in front of him, "Pure handmade, ingenious work."
Duan Feifei raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"A New Year's gift?" he asked.
"It doesn't count," Jiang Kuo said, "I'm going to get it for you even if it's not the new year."
"What did you do? Pure handwork?" Duan Feifei took the photo album and touched the cover, shocked, "This..."
"Inside, the inside is purely handmade by me." Jiang Kuo quickly explained.
… hand-applied.
Duan Feifei opened the album and laughed when he saw the group photo on the first page.
"How is it?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"You're awesome," Duan Feifei said, his eyes kept on the album, "When did you do this?"
"Two days ago," Jiang Kuo said, "the album was bought, and the photos were printed and pasted, and they were posted overnight."
"How can you think of doing this." Duan Feifei closed the album, opened it again, looked at it, closed it again, looked at him, "I can see your mental journey this night, and you are gradually becoming irritable."
"You said, the change of time," Jiang Kuo said, "but people said that the air is isolated inside the sticker and will not oxidize, so it is estimated that the change of time will be very small."
"Then look at it in a few decades." Duan Feifei said, "Thank you."
"There's nothing to be thankful for," Jiang Kuo waved his hand, "I'll make one for myself when I'm free."
"You bought these stickers at the stationery store next to the print shop, right?" Duan Feifei asked.
"Well," Jiang Kuo nodded, "This is the first time I entered this stationery store, and I was dazzled by all the things girls were picking."
"I guess you are going to do something." Duan Feifei smiled.
"What do you mean?" Jiang Kuo was stunned.
"A well-informed person said you're picking out a New Year's gift for a girl," Duan Feifei said. "Bet on who you're giving."
"Damn, who gives stickers for gifts..." Jiang Kuo looked at him, and after a while, he asked again, "Did you know that I was going to give you gifts? I feel like you are a little calmer."
"I guessed it when you asked about the New Year's gift that day." Duan Feifei said with a smile.
"Your uncle." Jiang Kuo's mood was very complicated.
Duan Feifei walked to the table and opened the drawer: "I also have a New Year's gift for you."
"Really?" Jiang Kuo walked over immediately.
"Pure handmade work." Duan Feifei took out a red envelope from the drawer.
Jiang Kuo's first reaction when he saw the red envelope was money.
Hand made
"You make counterfeit money?" he asked.
Duan Feifei said with joy: "What's the matter with you?"
Jiang Kuo didn't speak. He took the red envelope and pinched it, and found that it was a square object, thick and hard.
He opened the red envelope and poured it out.
It was a small sign that looked like wenge, with a rope loop at one end and a small piece of tassels at the other end. It should be a car hanger.
One side of the brand was smooth, and when he turned over the other side, he saw the pattern. In a circle, there was something similar to a coordinate axis, like a simple dial, with a pointer pointing in the direction of 12 o'clock in the middle.
The lines are not complicated, but these patterns should be inlaid metal.
"What did you do?" This time it was his turn to be shocked. "Do you do it? Purely by hand?"
"Pure manual control of the machine tool and mold." Duan Feifei said with a smile, "I just made it last year, just for fun, and there is another one that says Niu Sandao."
"How is this inlaid?" Jiang Kuo put the brand on the tip of his nose and stared at it.
"Cut the slot and tap the silver wire in." Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo glanced at him: "Is it gone?"
"I can't take a closer look at this. I'm a novice, the work is rough, and it's quite complicated to do," Duan Feifei said, "I'll take you to see it when I have time to understand."
"What's on this?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Compass." Duan Feifei said.
"Compass?" Jiang Kuo immediately pointed back and forth with the sign.
"Can't move..." Duan Feifei said, "Where's your brain?"
"Oh." Jiang Kuo lowered his head and rubbed on the pattern. This craftsman's work is indeed not delicate, and his fingertips can feel the outline of the silver wire, "Why make a compass?"
"Guide." Duan Feifei said.
"That's right." Jiang Kuo nodded, "Mao Said off."
Duan Feifei put the photo album in the closet.
When he turned around, Jiang Kuo was still holding the car and looking back and forth, and now he went to the window and looked at the light.
"Don't you understand yet?" Duan Feifei said.
"It's the first time I've received such delicate handmade things," Jiang Kuo said. "I'll go to the trailer later."
"Didn't you have one in your car?" Duan Feifei remembered that there was a very small car hanger at the air-conditioning vent in his car, and a hand with the middle finger on it. This style was a thousand miles away from the one he made.
"The one you bought and played with," Jiang Kuo said, "this one is good and not heavy."
Duan Feifei smiled.
"Thank you," Jiang Kuo hung the car in his pocket, "I'm very surprised."
"Me too." Duan Feifei said.
"Don't do it," Jiang Kuo said, "Did you see me going back and forth every day, just like watching a play, you guessed it and pretended to be stupid there."
"How can I look at you," Duan Feifei said, "Niu Sandao has been booming in business these days."
"I really don't need help in the afternoon?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Well, I'm almost busy," Duan Feifei looked at his phone, "I asked my cousins to come and help, and Duan Ling will come over after get off work later."
"Go," Jiang Kuo waved his hand, "go away."
The car stood lonely and dusty in the parking lot.
Jiang Kuo circled around the car and smeared with his fingers in a circle: "It's so miserable."
"Didn't you come to move the car every few days, only to find it miserable?" Duan Feifei said.
"I've been here all night," Jiang Kuo said. "The main thing is to look at the pressure of the car... Forget it, go wash it first... Forget it, just drive like this."
"I don't have money to wash the car?" Duan Feifei said.
"Not only did I not spend 3,500," Jiang Kuo said, "I haven't spent much time studying in the past two months, and I have saved up money. I have to go back and show off. If you can't spend it, don't spend it."
"How about..." Duan Feifei thought for a while, "Wash it yourself?"
Jiang Kuo looked at him.
"Old Liu has a water gun." Duan Feifei said.
"Am I crazy?" Jiang Kuo said, "I actually think it's okay."
"Who knows," Duan Feifei said, "I didn't think you were normal when I first saw you."
"Can you wash?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"You really wash, I just asked you to wash it over," Duan Feifei said, "Just wash off the ash a little, how do you want to wash in such a cold day?"
Jiang Kuo got into the car and started it in no hurry. He first took off the previous car and replaced it with the one made by Duan Feifei.
To be honest, this car hanger was not a gift that Duan Feifei specially made for him, and he didn't know why Duan Feifei would make a compass without a guide, but he was still pleasantly surprised.
After all, Jiang Liao is quite a formidable amateur craftsman. Growing up, he never even gave him a single marble.
Lao Liu's Mala Tang will be closed from this afternoon until tomorrow night.
But people are still in the store.
Duan Feifei said he was going to rush the car, and Lao Liu enthusiastically took out the pipe.
"Doesn't this car go to the car wash?" He looked at the car parked on the side of the road, "Just rushing like that?"
"Well," Jiang Kuo nodded, "Just flush the ashes."
"The rich save so much." Lao Liu sighed.
Duan Feifei took a water gun and tried to sip on the ground twice, then rushed to the hub again. "Hurry up," Jiang Kuo stood beside him, "give it to me if you don't."
Duan Feifei began to moisten the body with water.
Old Liu stood on the edge of the river to watch the excitement: "Are you going to drive out?"
"Well," Jiang Kuo responded, "Go out for a walk, the dormitory is empty."
"Today I saw that all the students went out in pairs and their little lovers went out. It's New Year's Eve tonight," Lao Liu said with a smile, "It's better for the two of you, the two guys go out for New Year's Eve."
... what the hell are you talking about.
Jiang Kuo didn't say anything, and didn't know what to say.
So look over to the car.
The water gun in Duan Feifei's hand didn't know where it was, and a splash of water rushed towards him.
The angle was very precise and sprinkled the cold water on his face.
Depend on!