Lu Chenfeng's heart palpitated for a moment, but he never expected that Lin Chaosheng's birthday would be the day they met.
After thinking about the words for a long time in his heart, he couldn't answer in time, Lin Chaosheng looked at him sideways: "Is it a surprise?"
"I'm thinking." Lu Chenfeng said in a low voice, "Do I need to add 'Happy Birthday'."
Without waiting for the other party to answer, he continued to ask, "What's your birthday?"
Lin Chaosheng said frankly, "I am twenty-nine years old this year."
The difference between them is three years old, just as Lu Chenfeng expected, but through the conversation and temperament that Lin Chaosheng showed, he was much more mature than his actual age.
The divergent thoughts re-gathered on the gift in his hand, Lu Chenfeng made a few guesses before opening it, but none of them were as moving as when the real thing appeared in front of him.
A pair of snowflake silver cufflinks.
The shirt I wore today was the last birthday present my father bought for him. A few days ago, he accidentally lost his left cufflink. Lu Chenfeng remembered that after that, he never put down the sleeve that was folded to the crook of his arm. . As for how Lin Chaosheng discovered it, I am afraid it will take a long time to pay attention and meticulous observation.
Trying to suppress the turbulence in his heart, Lu Chenfeng straightened his sleeves and picked out a gesture: "The size is very suitable."
"Really?" Lin Chaosheng breathed a sigh of relief, "I've been worried about whether it's necessary to return it to the master to modify it again."
Lu Chenfeng stroked the smooth edges of the cufflinks, and the slightly convex surface was engraved with a simple and elegant bamboo pattern.
After listening, Lin Chaosheng waved his hand, he did everything he wanted to do, and his wish was fulfilled, so he didn't plan to stay for a long time, so as not to delay Lu Chenfeng's rest. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly thought of something, and he hurriedly asked, "Does Mr. Lu know how to sew?"
Of course, they are very skilled. In the order of the studio, customers often request the design of high-end fabrics as part of the accessories, and the robe buckle is one of them. When the words came to his lips, Lu Chenfeng said, "I'm not very good at it."
Lin Chaosheng: "Don't worry, leave it to me?"
Lu Chenfeng said and stood up: "I'm going to change clothes."
After smoothing the hem of his sportswear and walking out of the bathroom, Lin Chaosheng had already taken out the sewing kit from the drawer of his desk and sat patiently on the sofa chair in the room. Taking Lu Chenfeng's shirt, which still had his body temperature on it, Lin Chaosheng gathered his five fingers to quietly memorize the temperature, introduced the thread into the needle, matched it to the right position, and pressed the snowflake silver button to mend it calmly.
Lu Chenfeng was facing him, leaning back against the sofa chair without disturbing him, Lin Chaosheng in his field of vision was still sitting in Zhou Zheng's posture, his eyelids lowered and he was busy with his work seriously.
Like the person in the painting, he is elegant and quiet, and his protruding figure is meticulously traced by the surrounding light, making people unable to take their eyes off him.
Lin Chaosheng is far away from the world of fireworks.
Lu Chenfeng stared at the person in front of him, and just looked at it briefly, the cloud in his heart was dissipated, and the surroundings were bright and empty. He tried to think as calmly as possible, his motives for staying here were no longer pure, yes, he wanted to be close to Lin Chaosheng, and he desperately wanted, not as a friend.
Maybe the other party didn't intend to, but what Lin Chaosheng did made Lu Chenfeng unable to keep a relatively safe distance calmly and rationally.
"What are you sighing for?" Lin Chaosheng asked.
With a faint sigh, even Lu Chenfeng didn't feel it clearly. These two people, one allows the other to completely occupy the heart, and the other calmly captures the other's emotions with hearing.
After waiting for a few minutes, seeing that Lin Chaosheng had not been able to cut off, Lu Chenfeng found that he was worried about the original button on the right cuff, and was reluctant to disassemble it, but it was really not symmetrical.
So the shirt was transferred to Lu Chenfeng. He really felt distressed that his hands touched the needle and thread again. He quickly took off the original button and replaced it with the one sent by Lin Chaosheng.
Lin Chaosheng's lips curled into a smile, and he clearly exposed him: "Aren't you very good at needlework?"
Lu Chenfeng: "..." Oops, I was careless for a while.
Holding the shoulder line with both hands and shaking it flat, Lin Chaosheng was very satisfied with the new cufflinks that were sewn together by the two. He asked softly, "It's time to rest, don't you wear it?"
Lu Chenfeng let out an "um" and watched Lin Chaosheng fold his shirt flat.
After cleaning up the odds and ends on the round table, Lin Chaosheng rushed to Lu Chenfeng and said, "Get some rest," and turned around and walked towards the door. The door of the house was half-opened, and he was about to step into the corridor when Lu Chenfeng's low voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Lin Chaosheng."
Lin Chaosheng stopped, his figure froze slightly, this was the first time that Lu Chenfeng didn't call himself "Boss Lin". He turned to look at the people in the room, and adults had the tacit understanding and tacit understanding of adults about the change of names.
Lu Chenfeng said again: "Thank you, good night."
Lin Chaosheng smiled generously: "You're welcome, good night, Lu Chenfeng."
In mid-April, the clouds in Erhai Lake were thin and the sun was shining for thousands of miles. Cangshan showed its majestic panorama. Lu Chenfeng sat by the glass wall as usual to read books, conceive designs, and silently planned to invite Lin Chaosheng to a place a little further away when he was not busy. Chat for a walk.
There was a lot of chatter in front of the counter, some checking in and some checking out. Lu Chenfeng always looked at Lin Chaosheng's neat figure, but was later attracted by two girls who were about to leave the store.
One of them lifted his arm and tiptoed out of the guest book from the bookshelf, spread it out on the desktop and held a pen to write.
Jane Yiyang shouted "guests of 203", and the girls closed the books in response, pulled their suitcases and ran to the counter to check out. When they left the inn, Lu Chenfeng got up and took the guestbook, took a sip of Pu'er tea brewed by Lin Chaosheng, and looked down.
The guest's handwriting was scribbled. He only read the part of Lin Chaosheng's reply. For the whole morning, he carefully read every page, and finally turned to the content left by the two girls, and couldn't help but twitch his lips.
- I didn't expect that Boss Lin would actually like someone older than me, so I could only give my blessings silently, and suddenly choked up.jpg.
- Jiaxi Inn is a very warm place, we will definitely come again.
With a few blank pages left, Lu Chenfeng turned to the end, wondering what the girls were shooting just now.
A QR code suddenly appeared in his eyes, Lu Chenfeng stared at it for a moment, took out his phone in confusion, clicked "Scan" in the upper right corner of WeChat, and waited for the page to flash.
"Ding", it was an unfamiliar official account that slid into the screen. Lu Chenfeng checked the information on the homepage. The main body of the account was an individual, and the region was Dali City. The enlarged avatar was a closed wooden door. Sunflower, he guessed, should be a certain photographic work by Lin Chaosheng.
The name of the official account is: the garden we have not arrived at.
Lu Chenfeng swiped his thumb upwards to roughly browse the titles of the published articles. If the notebook is to open the door to Lin Chaosheng's world, this public account that was found by accident is the road paved underfoot.
It records a person's life in pieces, and each article is like a puzzle piece, pieced together into a fresh and beautiful Lin Chaosheng.
A familiar voice came from a distance: "Lu Chenfeng."
Lu Chenfeng suddenly felt that he was caught by Lin Chaosheng, his right hand flicked, his fingertips were neither biased nor crooked, and he just clicked on "Follow".
Putting away his mobile phone, he calmly looked at the sound. Next to Lin Chaosheng stood a lovely young couple, carrying bags and a camera around his neck. He knew at a glance that they were new guests.
Lin Chaosheng said to Lu Chenfeng, who was walking towards him: "They want to share a car with others to go to Dali Ancient Town. I'm fine now, do you want to join us?"