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Quan Wei helped him several times, and it was not a small favor. With all these overwhelming kindnesses on his head, Yang Zhen still followed him.

But before setting off, he stood on the curb and asked where he was going, Quan Wei said my home with a businesslike face, and then urged him to get in the car.

Although Quan Wei doesn't have many friends, his houses are bought and sold, and agents and clients often take care of them, so this time he brought Yang Zhen to visit, he didn't give any honor to others, you are the first passerby to come to my house Armor or something.

Yang Zhen didn't ride a small car very much, and he didn't know much about the etiquette of riding a car in modern times. There were only horse-drawn carriages in the Central Plains, and the drivers in front were all servants. He didn't dare to treat Quan Wei as a servant, so according to his own understanding, he opened the passenger door and sat down. went in.

Quan Wei, who doesn't like strangers sitting next to him, glanced at him, but didn't say anything, first time acquaintance, second time acquaintance, this is the second time, let's pretend that he is an acquaintance, Quan Wei lightly lit the machine train.

Yang Zhen is okay, sitting next to him is like cutting wood.

When it comes to wood, Quan Wei immediately remembered the business.

Luo Jiayi's 50th birthday will be celebrated next month. This old man is the flower of Gaoling. He doesn't know what it means to appreciate both the refined and the vulgar. He said vulgarity when he bought this one, and said it was not worth seeing as a gift. Quan Wei is too lazy to talk to him this time, so he is ready to vote for others So, make him something for his study.

Old carpenters probably don't know how to surf the Internet. There is no carpenter group with real craftsmanship, but Quan Wei added one to the woodcarving group. Quan Wei usually dives for thousands of years and doesn't read other people's chat messages. Bubbling can be said to be very utilitarian. Fortunately, this is a niche hobby, otherwise he might be pushed out of the group.

Last month, he asked for a piece of wood in the group, any kind of wood is fine, as long as it is old, and then last month in the group, a boss who collected old furniture chatted with him privately, saying that he took a piece of thick-petal ebony, but it turned out to be a piece of wood. A part of the corbel on the beam was broken, and it was too small to be worth the effort, so I would give it to him cheaply if he wanted it.

Quan Wei looked at the picture he posted, it was more than a foot long, the width and height of an adult hand, and it was indeed gone after digging, but he liked the jet black color, low-key and domineering, it seems that he still bought it up.

Half a month after I bought it, I had the idea to plan a pair of paperweights. Luo Jiayi actually has a bunch of them, but handwork is a fresh idea, and this piece of wood can't be used for other things.

Cutting, chamfering, grinding, and polishing took half a month of piecemeal work. A dark and slender strip should be more gentle and delicate after being painted. Quan Wei was satisfied, but at the same time felt a little bit monotonous.

He has been thinking about what to engrave, but there are so many antique copybooks on the Internet that he can't use it, because he is a half-pot, and he is fine with knives, but he is crooked when he starts to draw.

In fact, there are a lot of great people with good handwriting on Weibo, but if you really go to make an appointment, you don’t know that you will get the year of the monkey. The most important thing is that Quan Wei finds it troublesome.

Seeing that August was approaching day by day, Quan Wei thought it would be impossible, so he gave it away naked, and it was not impossible, then Yang Zhen called him and asked him to come and discover a new continent without any effort.

Yang Zhen was dragged here without eating. Quan Wei just didn't have any sense of human feelings. He also wanted to eat. Before breakfast and lunch, moths appeared in the vegetable market. He was also hungry at the moment. I don't like eating out, but I don't want to invite Yang Zhen to eat at home.

With this original intention in mind, Quan Wei turned two corners, saw the shopping malls lined up on the side of the road, stepped on the speed of the car, and stopped in the temporary parking strip on the side of the road. He looked at Yang Zhen from the rearview mirror above his head and said : "I'm looking for your help. I should treat you to dinner. What do you want to eat?"

After Yang Zhen came here, Huang Jin paid his salary for the first time, and invited him to eat in the mall. Yang Zhen had a very shallow impression of what he ate and how it tasted, but what he felt the most was that the waiting time was shorter than a serious meal. It will take a long time.

Huang Jin is extroverted, waiting together isn't that hard, if it was Quan Wei instead, Yang Zhen thought about the scene where silence is golden, and thought it would be better to be sympathetic.He was a little hungry, but said dishonestly: "No, no, I ate a lot of breakfast, and I'm not hungry yet."

Quan Wei saw that he didn't listen to the waving hand, and suddenly Fuzhi realized something in his heart, that is, Yang Zhen never seemed to agree to his request directly and straightforwardly, every time he came up, he either waved his hand or declined, Although in the end it should still come down.

Quan Wei pressed his hand on the steering wheel, clenched it and then let it go, he was simply obsessed with the summary he had just made in his mind.

As soon as the idea of ​​"he doesn't want to eat with you" popped up, Quan Wei felt a little rebellious physiologically. He said "hmm" indifferently, and thought coldly in his heart: I'm not hungry now, but I'll be hungry later on. I have nothing to eat.

The two of them didn't talk, and Yang Zhen's sleepiness soon came up. He got up early every day, and went to bed after closing the stall. Although he was still hungry at the moment, the slight bumps of the car made him sleepy. He rubbed his eyebrows again and again, and yawned several times in succession, so as not to fall asleep in place.

But Zhou Gong's power should not be underestimated, Yang Zhen slowly got tired, and Quan Wei's speed dropped a little bit, and his head would be stabbed down suddenly.

Quan Wei just doesn't look at the rearview mirrors on both sides. If there is another person in the space, he will unconsciously look at him a few times. Tenaciously awake, he leaned his head against the half-open window to blow the air.

Then Quan Wei's character is also excellent. Yang Zhen yawned 5 times in 4 glances. It is not a pleasant experience to watch others yawn with their eyes closed and their mouths wide open. He couldn't stand it and said: " Do you snore when you sleep?"

Yang Zhen's mind is a mess now, he sat up a little when he heard the question, stared blankly at Quan Wei and reacted for 10 seconds, then rubbed his eyes with both hands, and said while waking up: "I don't know , no one told me that."

Seeing that it was so difficult for him to reply, Quan Wei felt that writing would definitely become more sluggish after a while. If the writing was ugly enough to be at the same level as his own, what use would he be?Quan Wei watched the light turn a corner, and simply took "don't know" as "don't call".

He said lukewarmly: "There is still another four, five, 10 minutes. If you are sleepy, go to sleep, and don't write me nonsense for a while."

Now that the owner of the car had spoken, Yang Zhen was really sleepy, so he closed his eyes, pursed his lips and smiled softly: "I won't write indiscriminately, don't worry."

This person is really interesting, Yang Zhen thought drowsily, he obviously has a good heart, but he insists on pretending to be a villain, a person like him who wants to make a good impression in everything is not very understandable, and he is kind to others , People are kind to me, isn’t it better to have fun?

The roads in the city are flat, and Quan Wei drives steadily. Yang Zhen quickly fell asleep with some pleasant thoughts.However, he didn't sleep enough for 50 minutes, and he woke up after taking a nap for more than 20 minutes with a string in his heart.

Quan Wei saves a simple and rude wake-up call, and feels that Yang Zhen is quite self-conscious, and he likes such a worry-free person.Then he didn't ask if he was still asleep, but saw Yang Zhen opened his eyes and didn't yawn anymore, so he reached out and turned on the car music, and a burst of BGM filled the car.

In the past, Yang Zhen was fascinated by the pipa, jade flute and huqin, and he has a quiet personality, so he is not used to listening to modern songs. He couldn't hear the emotion when he was crying and singing. Yang Zhen rarely listened to songs, and he didn't know how vast the sky of music was.

But the tune that Quan Wei put is very soft, sad and light, it sounds relaxing, especially not like a song that Quan Wei would listen to.

Then Yang Zhen was intoxicated when he heard it, the melody was interrupted suddenly, the car became quiet, he was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to ask Quan Wei without understanding the car: "Is the car broken?"

Quan Wei drove well, and upon hearing this, he revealed a frozen black question mark face: "No, what's wrong?"

As soon as he finished speaking, it was time for the music to switch, and the next song began to pour out slowly. Yang Zhen realized that he had made an oolong, and pointed to the speaker with some embarrassment, and said with a smile: "The song just ended It was so sudden and then there was no sound, I thought there was something wrong with this."

Suddenly?

When Quan Wei heard this pure music for the first time, he also felt that the ending was abrupt. After knowing the name of the song, he felt that the abrupt ending was the soul of it.

The best moments, the best moments, will come to an abrupt end.

"Are you still listening to the song just now?" Quan Wei said suddenly.

Yang Zhen hesitated for a moment, blinked his eyes, and said, "I'm still listening."

The song being played is an American singing style with a female voice, and the "ah" is high and low, which makes him feel a little nervous.

Quan Wei tuned up a song without looking sideways, and clicked on the screen again, and the song was played all the way to the door of the house.

The house he lives in is a small two-bedroom house, and the living room is the living room after entering the house. Yang Zhen stood at the entrance door after entering the door.The head of the household didn't notice his little move, so he walked into the living room on his own, and plunged into the refrigerator.

Quan Wei recently fell in love with sour plum soup in cans and bottles. He took out a bottle and was about to close the cabinet door when he remembered that there was a guest, so he brought another bottle.

When it was time to hand out the drinks, he turned around and found that Yang Zhen was still standing at the door, looking very alien, so he had a similar feeling of "I don't want to eat with him", and he urged: "Come in, are you going to eat with him?" Stand there and write to me?"

Yang Zhen is looking around the room. The decoration styles of Quanwei's houses are similar, modern and simple, but there are differences in the layout.

However, this living room is square and about the same size as the one in the Happy Garden. When those bright yellow toys jumped into view, Yang Zhen suddenly had a sense of familiarity as if he had lived there for a long time.

When he heard Quan Wei calling him, he immediately looked up and said, "Don't I need to change my shoes?"

With two bottles of iced drinks in his pocket, Quan Wei was shocked by his etiquette again, and he said with a rare and kind expression: "It's not that particular, just come in."

After Yang Zhen came in, he was immediately stuffed with a bottle of cold drink. He is a person who is used to drinking hot tea, so he doesn't like cold drinks, so he kept holding it in his hand, and followed Quan Wei into the studio.

The studio is a completely different world from the living room, and it has nothing to do with cleanliness, but it may be because it is full of woodwork, and it is full of a nostalgic atmosphere.

Yang Zhen knew he liked it before he even stepped in.And Quan Wei was in front of him, casually moving the sawdust with his feet, and started to clean up the workbench full of debris.

A tall bench with gouges all over the surface is horizontal in the center, and at the foot of the stool are countless rolls of sawdust. Grinding wheel, folding small bench...

In the corner, there is also a medium-sized old abacus, so old that all the paint has faded, revealing the weathered and vicissitudes of wood.

The great sadness came rolling like a giant wheel, Yang Zhen couldn't help going to the corner, and touched the things he was familiar with in the bone marrow with trembling hands.

Quan Wei cleared things for a while, and felt that there was no movement behind him, and then when he raised his head, his face almost became angry, the abacus was a relic of his grandfather, he was just about to raise his voice to reprimand, when the crackling sound of abacus came out first.

Then Quan Wei only has one feeling left, hurry up.

Yang Zhen flicked his abacus in desperation, and suddenly remembered a poem written by a wandering poet for a lowly tooth merchant.

The family of seven sons is separated by two lines, and all things belong to one vicissitudes.