For Lu Chenfeng, emotion is the most indifferent part. When I was young, I was all focused on starting a business, and my focus and focus were all on my work. I was squeezed for time, and I hardly had the energy to think about the object of my conversation. Over time, I got used to a person, and I didn’t want to deliberately change my life.
In the past, he planned to put his career ahead of other thoughts. He believed that only those who could afford the life of two people, had the confidence to fight against reality, and stood firm in front of others, stood on such premise and On the basis of this, one can take good care of and protect each other. This is Lu Chenfeng's long-standing concept.
But that doesn't mean he doesn't have longing and yearning for feelings.
He is full of enthusiasm for his persistent love, and full of joy to wait for an ordinary love.
During the Qingming Festival, the temperature rose, and the sportswear was packed into the suitcase by Lu Chenfeng. There was no need to add any more clothes when going out. There were only two days left for this trip.
He didn't go to Lin Chaosheng's suggestion yesterday. Whether it's the Lijiang Snow Mountain or the holy land on the plateau, he doesn't need to go any further. Now that the goal has been clarified and the direction of efforts has been found, the only thing left is to fight for it again and go all out.
This day's itinerary is arranged to dig colors. After so many days of play, the scenery is similar. The tour guide took the tourists to a scenic spot suitable for taking pictures and stayed for the whole morning, but Lu Chenfeng didn't follow him for more stops, and turned back to the double corridor by himself.
He wants to "waste" his time on things he thinks are worthwhile more than where he's going next.
Based on memory, he wandered around the streets and alleys. Fortunately, he did not find the wrong direction. Lu Chenfeng returned to the street where Lin Chaosheng took him for the first time. The stalls on both sides were crowded together, filling his ears. The liveliness of fireworks.
Lu Chenfeng carefully browsed the shop beside him, he came with a purpose, he wanted to buy a gift for Lin Chaosheng before leaving.
Thinking about it carefully, these days, I have received too much care from the other party. Three meals a day, and group trips are all arranged by Lin Chaosheng. The most important thing is that those few heart-to-heart conversations brought Lu Chenfeng a lot of inspiration. inspired.
But he was now stumped by the gift.
In the field he is good at, he can design jewelry suitable for Lin Chaosheng according to his wearing preferences, such as collar clips, tie buckles, or brooches. But now he is empty-handed, he can only select materials on the spot, and look back and forth, but he really failed to find a gift that satisfied him.
While thinking hard, someone was moving things to the side of the street in his sight. Lu Chenfeng looked inward through the low door behind the group of people, it was a pottery workshop. The sudden blessing came to the soul, Lu Chenfeng thought, after all, he is half a craftsman, so why not try to make a gift for Lin Chaosheng.
Walking over the threshold, there were two children stepping on clay in the dilapidated house. On the bench in the bungalow on the east side sat an old man who polished the embryo with pebbles. Lu Chenfeng walked over, greeted him politely, and explained own intention.
I can barely tell from the uncle's broken Mandarin that this is a private workshop, but since the door is open to the street, you only need to spend money to make pottery or porcelain. After Lu Chenfeng paid the fee, he stared at the uncle, bent down and picked up a lump of clay under the children's feet. work.
Before getting started, Lu Chenfeng thought that pulling the blank was an easy task. It was nothing more than flexing, extending, and retracting with the strength of the palm to form the blank. As a result, the speed was ignored and the strength of the hand was not well controlled. The bottom of it made him laugh and cry.
Then go with the flow, you are good at painting, and after you make it, you can hook some patterns on it and make a decorative plate.
It didn't take long for Lu Chenfeng to dismiss this idea, because the plate needed a skillful technique to hold the clay firmly on the same plane, and if the force was uneven, it would affect the overall effect. After thinking about it, he still used the palm of his hand to hold the outer wall. As for what he could accomplish, he simply let it go.
Ten minutes later, Lu Chenfeng raised his hand blankly. The utensil in front of him was wider than the mouth of a bowl and deeper than a tea box, like a jar.
The index finger pushed the rim of the jar into a skirt-shaped lace, and it was not until the green body was completed that Lu Chenfeng realized that he was sweating nervously.
It happened that a batch of pottery was fired in the kiln. The uncle asked him to come pick it up tomorrow evening. Lu Chenfeng found that making a gift was more tiring than running a day's trip, so he planned to return to the inn early to rest.
In what name should it be given to Lin Chaosheng? Lu Chenfeng needs to think of a suitable reason. When he stepped out of the hospital, he was worried that this gift might not be able to be used on the table. After all, the effect of making pottery for the first time was really unsatisfactory.
As he walked, he raised his head in thought, almost stepping on a step, Lu Chenfeng stared blankly at Lin Chaosheng who was just passing by the door of the workshop. .
The Adam's apple slid up and down unconsciously, and Lu Chenfeng had a feeling of being caught on the spot for doing something bad.
"Mr. Lu?" Lin Chaosheng pushed his bicycle hesitantly, and stopped by the steps. There were two bags of mushrooms in the basket. He tilted his head and glanced at the pottery workshop, wondering why, "Why are you here?"
Lu Chenfeng's forehead twitched. He learned not to lie since he was a child, so he could only answer Lin Chaosheng's question by turning a corner: "...I ended the trip ahead of schedule, and I want to come here again for a walk."
Lin Chaosheng looked at the expression on his face: "Yes... did you not have a good time?"
"No." Lu Chenfeng raised his hand and touched the bridge of his nose, "I have something to do, so I'll be back first."
Taking back his inquiring eyes, Lin Chaosheng politely stopped asking more questions. He pointed to the mushrooms he had just bought, and then said with a smile, "Jian Yi is going to make wild mushroom bait at noon, do you dare to eat them?"
Lu Chenfeng wrapped his arms around his elbows and raised his shoulders, jokingly said, "It's better to leave your life in your hands."
The market was noisy and the streets were crowded. The two of them faced the road side by side. Lu Chenfeng was on Lin Chaosheng's left to block him from the crowd.
At the next corner, Lin Chaosheng inadvertently caught a glimpse of Lu Chenfeng's shirt cuff, then stood on the bicycle on an empty flat ground, and took out a paper bag from his pocket.
Lu Chenfeng saw him go to the public pool at the intersection of the street and soaked a tissue, turned around and walked back, lowered his eyes and raised his chin: "Give me your left hand."
Doubtingly obedient, Lin Chaosheng lowered his head, picked up Lu Chenfeng's wrist, and carefully wiped off the clay sticking to his watch and the back of his hand.
Lin Chaosheng's movements were gentle and focused: "A person who is usually very careful, why didn't he notice that his hands were dirty?"
They stood quietly under the shade of greenery, with scattered spots of light falling on Lin Chaosheng's shoulders. There was a small attractive gap between the curved neck and the collar. Lu Chenfeng didn't hold back his wandering gaze. The distance between them was so close He saw a row of fine fluff on the back of Lin Chaosheng's neck, and his skin was dazzlingly white in the bright vision.
The slender neck looks like it can be held in one hand.
"What are you thinking? So fascinated." At some point, Lin Chaosheng had let go of Lu Chenfeng and was looking up at him.
Lu Chenfeng's heart was abruptly confused, and once again he felt embarrassed that he was caught. But after all, he is a person who has experienced world events. He has long been able to deal with it calmly without changing his face. He stared at his watch like a new look and said, "...Let's go back to the inn, I'm hungry and want to eat your meal."