In the drizzle, everyone was smiling. Only Qiaoqiao was blocked outside, jumping up and down like a gopher with its head exposed:
"Brother, where is mine? What is mine?"
Until Song Tan stretched out his finger and pushed it away: "It's raining, go back to the house quickly, and we'll see again later."
Before Qiao Qiao could react, Song Sancheng had quickly opened the package and stood in the corridor: "Qiao Qiao, do you think this fishing rod is long? Come and take a photo for me."
Wu Lan turned around happily and returned to the house, and immediately opened his silk scarf gift box - to Song Tan's surprise, it was not the mulberry silk that Lu Chuan usually liked to use, but an ordinary soft silk scarf.
Chiffon.
"Hey, are you down-to-earth?" she said with a smile.
Lu Chuan had already carried a few more boxes and followed him back to the living room. At this moment, he looked at Ulan who was putting a long red gauze scarf on himself and explained with a smile:
"This gauze scarf is not expensive. The main reason is that I am afraid of choosing one that is made of good material. It will be too thin and not of high quality. It will be too heavy and not floaty. It will be easy to snag in the flower field."
Ulan doesn’t care what kind of fabric it is or not!
"It's better if it's not expensive. I want something inexpensive like this. If it's too expensive, I have to take care of it when I wear it. It's troublesome."
"Yeah," Lu Chuan nodded with a smile: "This gauze scarf comes in a total of 48 colors. I thought I couldn't just use this one for taking pictures. Auntie took the photo first. When the photo is finished, we will buy other colors later."
"For example, for the vetch flower field, we can use dark purple, and for the rape flower field, we can use blue or orange-red, which should be more eye-catching."
"I heard that there will be a small patch of colorful rapeseed flowers this year? How about I buy a few more and try them out to see how they match?"
48 colors!
Wulan's eyes fell into longing, and he moved forward enthusiastically and asked:
"Then what are the colors of the rest? Show me."
Qiao Qiao, who has not yet received a gift from herself and has to take pictures of her father’s long fishing rod that cannot be taken into the camera lens:...
…
After all this tossing, when it was finally Qiaoqiao's turn, it was almost noon.
Seeing that the seventh cousin was already preparing to cook, he came over pitifully: "Is it my turn?"
Lu Chuan laughed and quickly touched his head: "I'm sorry for delaying our Qiao Qiao - come, this box is a gift for you."
"This belongs to your good friend Chen Chi. Should you hand it over to me, or should I give it to him when he comes to play?"
"Brother, give it!" Qiao Qiao said without hesitation: "I told Chen Chi that my brother is super, super good-looking! 100 times better looking than his brother!"
"Brother, give it! I'll call him after lunch!"
Lu Chuan:......
For some reason, the first thing that came to his mind was not pride, but the short video that was popular on the Internet——
【My brother is the most powerful!】
【My brother is the most powerful!】
【My brother can eat shit!】
【My brother can do it too! He can eat a lot!】
This terrifying short video finally eroded his brain, so much so that he couldn't even laugh anymore, so he had no choice but to change the subject in embarrassment:
"Then, let's see if you like your gift first?"
No need for him to say anything, Qiao Qiao had already opened the box happily.
Inside is a set of 128-color oil pastels. The ladder-shaped box opens to a total of 4 levels, like crayons, but the colors are extremely colorful.
Qiao Qiao instantly turned around and looked at Lu Chuan: "Are you painting this for me?"
"Well," Lu Chuan nodded: "I heard that Teacher Tang taught you watercolor painting last year? Then I guess you may already have watercolor paints. This is an oil pastel. I see many children in the mall are coloring along, maybe Qiao Qiao
Do you like it too?"
"I like it!" Qiaoqiao was very happy - so many colors! And they were just like crayons.
In fact, Qiao Qiao is not particularly talented in painting. Teacher Tang has dabbled in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and has taught a little bit of everything. Here he just learns happily and has no talent to speak of.
But, what child doesn’t love to draw colorfully?
Qiao Qiao is no exception!
Even oil pastels, which can be applied with thick inks and colors by hand, make him more happy than watercolors, which have complicated procedures.
He didn't even have the energy to talk to Lu Chuan anymore. He just held the box and rushed upstairs:
"I'm going to paint first, brother!"
Halfway through the climb, he turned around and looked at another box: "Is Chen Chi's like this too?"
Lu Chuan nodded: "But Qiao Qiao is more important to me, so there is another gift under your box. You can see it for yourself."
At this moment, Qiao Qiao was absolutely elated.
Until the seventh cousin called him in the kitchen:
"Qiaoqiao, didn't you say you were going to cook two dishes by yourself today?"
…
Seeing the child happily carrying the gifts upstairs and then getting into the kitchen in frustration, Song Tan asked Lu Chuan:
"What's another gift?"
Lu Chuan smiled: "It's a tablet. I downloaded several oil pastel lessons on it. It should be interesting for him to follow the tutorials and paint by himself."
Song Tan nodded and couldn't help but patted his arm again: "You are really good at pleasing people!"
Lu Chuan said seriously: "No."
"I'm actually not very good at this...but if it's your family, it would actually be very happy if you pay more attention to it."
"There are also electronic bracelets for my seventh cousin, his wife and Aunt Lianhua. They are not expensive, but I think you get along very well, so I decided to get them too."
This is indeed thoughtful.
Just by looking at the gifts, you can tell that if Lu Chuan had given him real money when he came as his boyfriend for the first time, it would be a gift that no one could refuse.
This time, the most expensive thing is probably Song Sancheng's fishing rod. The others are very affordable and are gifts that everyone can afford.
For him, this way of spending money does need to be more careful.
Song Tan also laughed.
The rain outside had gradually stopped, and Song Sancheng couldn't do anything inside the house, so he had already pulled out all the fishing rods and started fishing in the empty yard.
Wu Lan was discussing with Aunt Lianhua how to raise the red gauze scarf, and everyone was very happy.
There were only two of them sitting on the sofa in the empty living room. Song Tan simply stretched out her arms to pass through his coat, and once again hugged Lu Chuan's thin and tight waist tightly.
Then he raised his face and said with a smile: "Theirs have prepared it carefully, what about mine?"
They were obviously a couple and had been in close contact before, but at this moment, Lu Chuan's heartbeat was still beating like a drum, and he even subconsciously held his breath.
He lowered his eyes slightly, his dark eyes looking at Song Tan's face so close at hand. His chest seemed to be filled, and the close contact was still pouring honey into his chest.
After a long while, he whispered:
"Your gift... I will bring it to you personally later, okay?"
