Glass man

Days (Example: The anniversary of the death of a loved one)

No matter what day September 9th is, I can choose:

a. Prepare a gift for him

b. Verbally congratulate him

c. Say nothing

For different situations, their consequences are:

1a: [:-)] If the gift is well chosen, be happy.And: After confirming the date, you can give him a birthday every year to express your gratitude (?).

1b: [:-|] Happier, but? [Regret] PS: How to naturally express the wish to give a replacement gift?

1c: [:-(] Doesn't seem too good.. will give Cee a little birthday event --> will he feel disappointed?

2a: [:-|] Surprised, but likely to assuage embarrassment by raving about gifts. XX

2b: [:-|] Surprised, and then deal with it with a high probability of innocuous misunderstanding.Pretend nothing happened. XX

2c: [:-|] Pretend nothing happened. PS: When is the correct birthday?

3a: [:-(] Will he find me offensive?

3b: [:-(] Will he find me offensive?

3c: [:-|] Pretend nothing happened. PS: When is the correct birthday?

Remarks: Some methods that can take into account the extra two situations

-Make a little supper and be vague, watch the reaction. (Judgment situation: 12&3?)

- Quietly prepare gifts and put them on the corner of the table.If the situation is: 1 --> sent; 2, 3 --> quietly put away after the meal

-Prepare small surprises in the form of ≠traditional gifts to avoid surprises

……

Cheng Jiang's habit is to write notes on the calendar, so the above content occupies half of the contents of the August note grid.He was in a dilemma until the end of August, and finally made a choice that could have the best of both worlds: cook a big table on September 9, and at the same time transplant the cornflowers in the community to Shen Jiqing's house and plant them alive.

If the flowers are all dead, then he will take time to take Cynthia to the commercial street behind the community to buy a backup gift.

He decided happily in his heart.

In order not to let Shen Jiqing know about the flowers at all, Cheng Jiang specially chose a weekday morning to do it again, because Shen Jiqing would sometimes leave work early and go home.

As soon as Shen Jiqing went out, he rushed upstairs and watched him go directly to the gate of the community from his window.He was wearing a white shirt, the bottom button was missing, so the corner of the shirt was pinned to the back, and a small corner protruded from the side of the bag, like a white bird.

Cheng Jiang watched the figure disappear completely.

Shen Jiqing always walks out.Although he has a car at home, he takes the bus and subway almost everywhere, so he knows Central City's public transportation like the back of his hand.Cheng Jiang was distracted for a moment, not knowing what the reason was, but this matter can be kept in mind for later.

The most important thing now is to confirm that Shen Jiqing has left.

As soon as Shen Jiqing disappeared from his sight, Cheng Jiang ran downstairs and dressed Cynthia neatly.They rushed out, and for the first time, instead of following the previous route, they went directly to the red brick building in the opposite direction.It was not yet 07:30, and even if people came out, they would gather in small stadiums and other places instead of abandoned buildings.

He looked around to make sure no one was there.

Ready to go to work.

Although planting flowers was a decision Cheng Jiang had made for a long time, when he was really ready to do it, he still felt a little uneasy.There are countless cornflowers in the community, and besides, his intention is to transplant rather than destroy flowers and trees, but he always feels guilty when he thinks about secretly moving flowers in public places.

Cheng Jiang stuck the shovel into the soil with a serious expression, and circled around the innocent little blue flower.

He is the kind of child who has followed the rules since he was a child. When he does this kind of thing, he will inevitably have a rebellious excitement in his heart, and he can't even control his hands.Digging up a flower - what's the excitement?It felt like he had never experienced it at any time in Cold Bay. Even on the way out of Cold Bay, his fear of the future was greater than his expectation.He's not lacking in imagination either—outside he's often distracted, surrounded by incoherent hallucinations, but nothing serious.

But now is the feeling of novelty.

He has already started to imagine flowers blooming in Shen Jiqing's garden.Excited imagination.

Cheng Jiang quickly completed the excavation under high tension.In order to prevent too many cornflowers from suffering unreasonable disasters, he first tried to dig two plants to test the water, and put them together with the soil from the roots in a small plastic bag.The roots of cornflowers are short and weak, and need to be handled carefully. He carried the bag with one hand and pushed the cart with the other, and walked back slowly.But when they entered the avenue, he almost threw the bag of flowers on the ground.

Because Shen Jiqing was running back from the gate of the community in a hurry, and happened to meet them face to face.

Before Shen Jiqing ran over, Cheng Jiang quickly threw the bag into the storage bag under the stroller seat.

He was in a hurry to go out, but he didn't realize that there were several bottles of water stuffed into the storage bag.He had been carrying the flowers with his hands all the way, but he couldn't take care of them now.The bag hangs on several crooked bottles, and Cheng Jiang feels that if the stroller moves, it will fall off.

Shen Jiqing explained:

"I left the USB drive at home and forgot to take it with me. There are important documents in it—the sun is so poisonous, why did you come out this morning?"

"I didn't expect it when I came out." Cheng Jiang replied succinctly.

"What are you doing standing motionless by the side of the road?"

In the past, when he occasionally needed to adapt to the situation at the Cold Bay Theater, Cheng Jiang was always silent.But this time his brain was racing all the way for some reason, and he paused for a few seconds before saying:

"A little bird stopped here just now, let's... observe and observe."

Shen Jiqing didn't notice anything wrong.

"Birds... yes, children like birds." Then he hurried away again.Cheng Jiang watched him go away, then took out the bag again, and left around another path.He returned to Shen Jiqing's house from another direction, just in time to see the old cat sitting alone in the yard again.

He greeted the old man, who just nodded to him.This time there were five or six cats in front of the yard.

After Cheng Jiang made a detour to get home, Shen Jiqing left again as expected.

He walked directly from the gate to the yard, picked out the best flowerpot, brushed it clean, filled it with sand, and planted two flowers side by side.He placed the pots near the base of the wall to ensure that Shen Jiqing would not see them when looking down from upstairs, although the curtains in his room seemed to be always drawn.

Terracotta pots have a wild charm.

The stems of the cornflowers were very long, and Cheng Jiang was afraid that they would fall out of the pot by themselves, so he leaned their heads slightly against the wall.

Two flowers, one taller than the other, leaned together at this moment, casting shadows clinging to each other under the brick wall.

☆、chapter25

One of the cornflowers died.

This is half a month later, but the other plant is alive and well in the corner so far.

Cheng Jiang deliberately placed it behind the tomato vines so that Shen Jiqing would not see it when he passed by the perimeter of the yard.However, the only thing that worried him was that, according to the information he checked later, the flowering period of many cornflowers seemed to end before the end of September.

"Please make sure it blooms until October at least." He squatted in the yard and said to it seriously.

The time of planting cornflowers is one of the determining factors of their flowering period, but the flowers in the "ruin garden" almost all grew on their own, and no one knows exactly when.Cheng Jiang could only water and fertilize the surviving flower very diligently every day, and then talk to himself, hoping that Xiaohua could hear it.

After he finished speaking, he stood up and looked around to make sure that no one else saw him, because he was really stupid.He looked down and saw Cynthia standing at his feet.

Cynthia didn't count, she probably didn't even know what he was doing.

Besides, it's not a bad thing for little girls to believe in some fairy tale ghosts-who doesn't want their children to be more innocent?

After tidying up the yard, Cheng Jiang picked up the girl and still had to take a walk in the community.

Now they occasionally go to sit on the small court, and Cynthia sits with several children of the same age.She can speak more than a dozen Chinese and English words now, and most of the pronunciations are relatively standard, just like other children.

While she played by herself, Cheng Jiang himself sat on the edge of the court, among a group of old ladies with babies.

Old ladies love to chit chat with gusto.When Cheng Jiang first joined them, his sense of presence was extremely low, and it was only later that someone noticed this young man who was out of tune with them.They asked him:

"Who is this, why haven't I seen it before?"

"I live in the back unit." Cheng Jiang said.

Two old ladies looked in the direction of Unit [-].

"Unit one," said one of them, "isn't that Xiao Chan's house?"

She looked at Cheng Jiang carefully, trying to see his relationship with that stranger's name.Her companion reminded her:

"Why do you have such a bad memory? Xiaochan and Ziwei have been separated for a long time! Now her son lives there, what's his name? Jiqing?"

Cheng Jiang was a little surprised that they knew about Shen Jiqing.He had never heard of Xiaochan, and from what they said, she seemed to be Shen Jiqing's biological mother, and it was a distant and strange relationship.

He wondered if he should say something about it, but the old ladies didn't need his participation and started gossiping. "Jiqing," said one, "Jiqing is a good boy. He is filial to his mother, and his studies are good—" "Didn't Xiaochan leave?" "Oh, don't you know? It's not Xiaochan, it's Boss Shen later married that sickly little girl. What's her name?"

They whispered to each other for a while, but they didn't remember it.

Cheng Jiang sat aside, his eyes widened in novelty.They were still talking about Shen Jiqing, talking upside down.Shen Jiqing's father came to look at the house before he was born. He grew up there, left for school, but came back here.Shen Jiqing is the kind of thoroughly obedient kid who did very well in school and suffered from illness for a long time, but immediately caught up with him as soon as he returned to school.He does not fight, does not fall in love early, has no bad habits, and is well-bred. He is the kind of child that adults will like very much at first glance.His family background is good, and in the end he was sent to study abroad...

Cheng Jiang listened for a long time, it seems that in their mouth, Shen Jiqing is a role model for the younger generation.

At the same time, he felt a little joy in his heart, because although Shen Jiqing had grown up, she was still as good as before.And such a good person lives in another room on the same floor as him, and every morning he sticks his head out and walks out of the door under his watch.Thinking about it this way, it seems that when he entered that house, he also became a part of Shen Jiqing's life in disguise.The thought gave him a faint satisfaction.

He didn't show it, he just continued to sit where he was, listening.

They soon got tired of talking about Shen Jiqing.

For the rest of the time, Cheng Jiang thought about what to say if he asked, and said nothing if he didn't ask.His expression has been trained to be vivid, and he has always maintained the classic smile from Shen Jiqing. When someone asks him a question, he doesn't care whether he can answer it or not—for example, how old the child is, if he can answer it, it is the child who cannot answer it. Where are the grandparents and mother, etc. - all first pulled out a huge smile.

In this way, although it is a bit awkward for him to sit there, no one expresses any objection to his existence.

Today they mentioned an old man named Lao Mao who lived in the complex.

Cheng Jiang was sitting absent-mindedly, but now he suddenly felt familiar. After thinking about it for a while, he remembered that it should be the old cat with a cat nest in the yard.

"Haven't recovered yet?" one said.

"That's not true! How can I accept this!" Another person shook his head.

"It's so pitiful."

Cheng Jiang thought of the old man's yard.When the weather warmed up, the cats would lie lazily outside, and there was a big black cat leading two little yellow cats to bask in the sun on the grass outside the yard.He would tease the cat sometimes, but he never saw the old man in the window again.

He wanted to ask, but by the time he finished the draft, the topics of the old ladies would have gone to nowhere.He was also embarrassed to ask the question himself, so he had to give up and continue to listen.His phone was in his pocket, buzzing inside.

Mengmeng_(:з」∠)_: I'm going to the city library with some friends this weekend, will you come?

Lin Suimeng has told Cheng Jiang several times that they want to meet up sometime, but even though Cheng Jiang really hopes to meet her in real life, he can only decline on the grounds that he can't get away.

"What are you busy with?" Lin Suimeng wondered.

Cheng Jiang appraised it, and replied: "I have a child who is less than one year old, and I can't live without people around me."

They had already exchanged their real ages, knowing that Lin Suimeng was three years older than Cheng Jiang.Lin Suimeng didn't say much, she just sighed, "You married early."

Cheng Jiang is not married, of course that's not the point.For Lin Suimeng, who is in his family has nothing to do with her, so the topic ends here.Cheng Jiang looked at her message repeatedly, thinking about it, and finally made up his mind to ask Shen Jiqing for help.

"One to four in the afternoon, okay?"

Although Cynthia is getting more and more active, she still has to sleep twice a day. From [-] pm to [-] pm is her quietest time, so it is very convenient to take care of her.

Shen Jiqing agreed very readily.Not only that, but also offered to drive him to the meeting place.He seemed to drive out of the garage for the first time since the end of the Spring Festival, and drove Cheng Jiang all the way to the edge of the square in front of the library.

"Don't you really need me to pick you up?"

Cheng Jiang said no.He moved Cynthia to the passenger seat and put her seat belt on.

She looked out of the car window curiously.

Cheng Jiang waved to her and watched his car drive away until there was only a small dot left.

He watched Cynthia sitting behind the glass of the car looking out, and suddenly a little image of Cynthia in Lengwan flashed in his mind like a conditioned reflex.Different from now, she should have been four or five years old at that time, standing behind the window on the second floor, with half of her face pressed against the glass and looking at him.He passed the window on his bicycle, and when he looked up inadvertently, he saw her standing motionless, the color of her eyes blurred along the eye sockets, dyeing half of her face blue; the rest of her face was blurred by the reflection from a high place, Like a mess of gouache stains that have been painted badly.

Cheng Jiang's character determines that he does not realize that children need friends, so Cynthia only knew him until he was in elementary school.She never begged him to take her out to play, and never begged him to stay with her.He knew that she would stand by the window every day and silently watch him ride his bicycle to work, and then silently watch him ride his bicycle back.

It's as if she's been standing there forever.

As Lin Suimeng said, there is a row of colorful iron benches in the southwest corner of the square, only one of which is painted green.Cheng Jiang didn't like being late, so they came out early, when the green benches were empty.When the sun was hot at noon, Cheng Jiang was wearing a baseball cap lent to him by Shen Jiqing, sitting alone on the edge of the chair, not knowing where to put his hands and feet.He sat expressionless and motionless for a while, when he felt a gust of wind beside him.From the other side of the chair came a young girl.

The girl has a pair of inverted triangular eyes, a round face, and short hair curled inwards. The bangs in front are sparse but neatly arranged.They followed each other with a few words, Lin Suimeng turned around immediately, and they headed towards the library.Not far, just go forward for a while, and then up a flight of steps.

That building is so tall, looking up from under the stairs, it almost covers the entire sky.Seeing her walking ahead, Cheng Jiang didn't dare to delay, so he quickly followed behind and entered the gate.

"Where are your friends?" he asked.

"What friend?" Lin Suimeng jumped on the spot, "Oh, forget about friends. Originally, I asked my boyfriend to come with one of his buddies, but he couldn't come because of something. Just you and me today."

Cheng Jiang was led by Lin Suimeng to apply for a library card, and the latter happily dragged him to different areas to recommend him some books she was reading now.Cheng Jiang listened to her suggestion and took two copies, and then followed her around to different floors.Lin Suimeng led him like a tour guide, but he didn't borrow any books, which made him feel sorry for a while.

"We didn't come here to read books." But she said, "Aren't we here for Mianji?"

Cheng Jiang didn't understand the second half of the sentence, but it didn't matter.

After they finished borrowing books, Lin Suimeng led him to other nearby places. "You look like my cousin," she said. "Small, fair-skinned, and young-looking. But he was in high school when I last saw him, and I haven't seen him in years." She sat on the bench and flipped through the photos for him. Halfway through, her phone beeped, and new messages kept coming in.Cheng Jiang turned his head away.

"It's my boyfriend." She wrinkled her nose forcefully, "We don't care about him."

Lin Suimeng turned off her phone and took Cheng Jiang to a milk tea shop for milk tea.The last time I walked in the city like this was when Cheng Yuegu came back during the New Year, but Lin Suimeng is a friend, so it feels very different.Cheng Jiang knew that she was from a wealthy family, graduated from a prestigious school, and was on the same level as Shen Jiqing.But he lived with Shen Jiqing under the same roof for ten months, and when he met her for the first time, he didn't feel any discomfort.Lin Suimeng seems to know how to get along with someone like him naturally.

She asked Cheng Jiang to cross the road with her.

"Hurry up!" she screamed. "There are no cars and the road is short."

He ran after her and heard her laugh out of breath. "Running a red light is wrong, don't learn from me in the future," she said, "but like many other things, there are only zero and countless times of this kind of thing..."

They returned to the starting square.Cheng Jiang couldn't stay outside for too long, he was going home now.He said goodbye to her, walked across the square with the book to the nearest bus stop, and waited for the bus to go home according to the route map given by Shen Jiqing.

He quickly stood behind the corresponding white waiting line.

Unlike the bus stops in Cold Bay, which only have a small stick and chairs, the bus stops in Central City often have large advertising stands.When he had nothing to do, he looked at the advertisements above: the two identical ones showed a female star in a short sports skirt holding a bottle of pink drink, one was an ad for a fast food restaurant, and the last one was a A stage play poster.

In the upper left corner of the poster is the back view of an actress dressed as a lady with a long skirt sweeping the floor.She is holding a white jacquard parasol, and a white gauze that is several meters long floats from the umbrella surface. Through some poster making methods, it seems to float from the upper left corner to the lower right corner.On the white veil in the lower right corner is a hazy vision of many dilapidated slum houses, and between the woman and the houses is a large artistic title:

【Return home】.

Below the title is some other trivial information, which roughly means that this is a tour work of a foreign theater troupe to China, and it will be performed from early November to mid-to-late December.

Cheng Jiang took a closer look at the stage set, which looked exquisite and luxurious even on the print posters, until a bus arrived.

He saw that it was the train number marked on the note given by Shen Jiqing, and got on the train in a hurry.

☆、chapter26

When Cheng Jiang was on the side of the new wall, he had a little hobby that was unknown.

Whenever he saw book covers, movie posters, and stage play posters with plot hints, he would first make up a complete plot in his mind.Most of the time, he can hold his temper until the compilation is finished before reading the real content, and most of the time, he can't see what the real story is at all.

Cold Bay is too closed.There are far more art envelopes flowing here than things with content.

It took him a long time to realize that many of the texts he learned in middle school were actually written by the textbook editors themselves, and no one outside had heard of them.Most of the long and complicated clues and images in the articles they had to analyze at that time were forcibly piled together, and the more overanalyzed their own articles, the higher the score.There were also several novels they had been asked to read, which he didn't realize until they came out that were just Cold Bay natives filling in the blanks with plot outlines from well-known works.

Later, forced by his livelihood, he tried every means to get out of Lengwan. After seeing the world, he no longer had the energy or even interest to make up stories for his own entertainment.However, this time he came back from the city library by bus, as if some switch had been turned on, he couldn't help thinking all the way.

What impressed him the most on the poster was the long white gauze.

Homecoming.

Cheng Jiang stringed up all kinds of thoughts in his mind almost carefully, like a child stringing beads, he had to think about each string for a long time, sometimes he felt that the string was not good-looking, and he put the beads he just wore The few good beads were wiped off together, and I didn't care about starting all over again.

Is it because he spent the whole afternoon with Lin Suimeng, so his heart also became younger together?

Or is the "story" itself really attractive to him, apart from others?

Cheng Jiang carefully confirmed that he hadn't stopped, and went back to Shen Jiqing's house like sleepwalking, and quickly used the computer to check and read the outline of the story of "Returning Home" that night.There is only one sentence on the official website:

【The memories and encounters of the governor’s wife Allontae (Allontae), who was born in a black slum, during her one-night trip home, show a poor girl’s provocation and submission to fate in 30 years. 】

The plot is very simple, but he inexplicably feels more eager.The stage play is touring and has been performed in half a dozen other countries before.Cheng Jiang clicked on a few still photos, thinking about the performances he had seen at the Moon Theater when he was a child, and felt that there was a big difference between the two.What's the drama like outside of Cold Bay?

He observed carefully for a while, took a deep breath, and clicked on the "Fare Details" page.

Cheng Jiang stared at the numbers, looked again and again, and closed the page.

He thought bitterly:

If you look at the price separately, as long as you spend 50 yuan a month from today, he will be able to buy a fourth-class ticket by then.In this way, the fares are not as expensive as they seem at first glance.

Isn't there such a reason for installment payment?

Cheng Jiang turned off the computer, put the books borrowed from the library together, and carefully flipped through from the beginning of each book.One page, one page... He suddenly didn't dare to read, closed the book again, and pushed it to the window sill.Outside the window, the moon flashed out of the clouds, surrounded by clouds like white mist, like white gauze under a white parasol.

He closed the curtains again.

Looking back, she confirmed that Cynthia had fallen asleep, so she sat down with restraint, reorganized her thoughts, and began to plan her first birthday celebration.

Cheng Jiang didn't know how other children's first birthdays were spent.

At this age, Cynthia couldn't walk a few steps, stood still for a short time, and couldn't speak well. It was impossible for Cheng Jiang to hold the fashionable birthday party of a child in Cheng Jiang's impression.He checked the Internet himself and found that many children in China will hold a traditional ceremony called "Zhuzhou" when they reach their first birthday: they put a bunch of various gadgets on the bed, each of which represents a future.The child will crawl around on the bed, and whichever one she picks up, it means what she may do in the future.Adults take photos as souvenirs.

He made another list according to the list on the webpage, and he has collected a lot of things in the past few days.Then quietly arranged the room on the first floor where no one slept, and hung colored paper and wind chimes in it, and planned to take it down quietly after the end of the day.

what else?

9 month 17 day.

September 9th is a lot of "days".

He himself came back on this day, and the stairs in the new wall lead directly back to the present.And the mysterious date in Shen Jiqing's telescope: Is it her birthday?When Cheng Jiang went to take care of the yard during the day, he found that the cornflowers in the yard had wilted a bit.

He had to put spare gifts on the agenda.

What should the backup gift be?

Cheng Jiang took a few steps forward, fell face down on the bed, turned over again, and stared at the ceiling instead.Hanging from the ceiling are the hard colored paper ice snowflakes that he strung Cynthia with wool, each string has a different color and number of florets.The windows were closed tightly, but the flowers were swaying, swaying unsteadily, unable to see the color in the room with the lights off.All he knew was that the longest strand was lemon yellow.

He got up, took out a package from the drawer, unpacked it and placed it on the girl's bedside.Cynthia had fallen asleep a long time ago, lying face down, with fluffy black hair that was kept very long, because Cheng Jiang hadn't cut it for her.He put away the parcel, cleaned the room, washed up, and lay down.

Go to sleep, wake up.

The short process was repeated many times in the night as usual, Cheng Jiang has long been used to it.

There was a gap in the curtains, and when I opened my eyes for the last time, it was already bright, and the watch showed that it was time to wake up.Everyone in the family has a very regular morning schedule every day: Cheng Jiang gets up at six o'clock on weekdays, spends half an hour washing and cooking, then Shen Jiqing gets up at 06:30, and after washing, the two of them have breakfast together until seven ten point.From 07:30 to [-], Shen Jiqing went to work, Cheng Jiang cleaned up the dishes and was busy with work, and Cynthia would wake up between [-]:[-] and [-]:[-].On weekends, Cynthia's schedule remained the same, Cheng Jiang's was extended to seven quarters, and Shen Jiqing's was eight.

He wandered up to the first floor to cook alone, which was the simplest omelette and Yuqing sausage, served with white rice porridge.All of them have no demanding appetites, so they eat the same thing every morning.

Shen Jiqing went downstairs on time, yawned sleepily as usual, first rolled the omelette on a whole sausage, and then ate it piece by piece.

"You don't have to work overtime today, do you?"

"No need." Shen Jiqing said, "Why?"

"The little girl is one year old today, I want her to..." When the words came to his lips, he suddenly couldn't remember what the corresponding word was, so he could only describe it with difficulty: "Grab something. Maybe you need to come back and help .”

"Catch Zhou." Shen Jiqing said affirmatively, "I can come back earlier."

"No need—" Cheng Jianggang said half a sentence, but the other party had already finished the half bowl of rice porridge, and went back upstairs to wash his face.Knowing Shen Jiqing's usual style, he originally wanted to say "don't buy her anything", but after thinking about it, he felt that it was deliberate.

He swallowed the words back, and had to worry about it by himself until Cynthia woke up.

Cheng Jiang bought Cynthia a plush comfort doll.

The light-colored lop-eared rabbit has light goose yellow floral cloth on the soles of the feet and the inside of the ears.She liked it very much, and hugged her tightly from waking up to breakfast, wearing the extravagant yellow and blue plaid skirt she bought at the mall.Breakfast is chestnut shredded chicken porridge and a little custard, and the toy rabbit sits on the chair next to her like her, with a plate in front of it, with a small piece of butter in it.

This is what Cheng Jiang learned from the web.

He made her day as perfect as he could: after dinner he took her to the colorful room and played rounds of hidden objects until the morning was almost over.Cheng Jiang turned up the volume on her phone and went to the kitchen to make her a soft lunch.

Cynthia had just been weaned at this time.

She took a nap after listening to two stories after lunch, and when she got up at four o'clock, Cheng Jiang took her to continue playing with the deck of cards he made for her on the bed in that colorful room.He collected a stack of cardboard shells, cut them into square pieces with rounded corners, and pasted them with various patterns of colored paper of different colors. There are all kinds of colors, and there is one of the same pattern but different colors.

Animals are all red and green, people are all orange and blue, and daily necessities are all yellow and purple.

He shuffled the cards on the bed and directed her to the ones with the same pattern.Cheng Jiang never learned to draw, but he often served as theater props in his early years, so the colored paper paintings he made were more or less rough.However, Cynthia quickly found two stretching cats that were about the same size, and then picked out a pair of cars.

She hesitated for a while between the four grinning men and women, and finally chose the right one.

The pair of portraits with six small oranges or small bluetooths under the arc representing the mouth are the same group.The first pair is Cheng Yuegu, and the latter pair is Shen Jiqing.He didn't paint himself.

The cards are complicated, but you get tired after playing for a while.It was still some time before Cynthia went to bed, and the clock was already pointing to six.

Just wait for Shen Jiqing to come back.

☆、chapter27

At this time, Shen Jiqing was not on the way home at three o'clock and one line as usual.

Instead, he stood in an art store, concentrating on the ceramic ornaments on the shelves.

He's bought himself one of these gadgets every year since he was 15, either ceramic or glass, but he prefers to bring the 01:30 clear ones.When he picks things, he is very arbitrary, and the measurement criteria are also full of subjective colors: no matter whether the decoration is human or animal, abstract or figurative, as long as he thinks it "fits" with him, he will buy it.

If there are several ones he likes at the same time, he will choose one of them.He only buys one a year anyway.

He's been doing that for almost 15 years.

This is a quirk.Shen Jiqing didn't care about the price, nor did she care about the trouble.He bought street stalls for a few dollars on the side of the road, and he also went to luxury stores to buy limited editions that were handmade abroad and cost tens of thousands.There was even a time when he saw a villain he liked so much in a magazine many years ago, and contacted the editor of the defunct magazine several times, and paid a lot of money to the current owner of the villain I bought it back in my hand, and it took nine months to escape the important day.But most of the time, he still prefers to go to the art store near his home to buy glass decorations with decent workmanship and moderate price, rather than deliberately making a big noise.

There were six nearby craft stores on the list, and this was his fifth stop.

He is not in a hurry, because he still has a few days to spare to choose slowly.He had already circled around the shelves, roughly glanced at what was on the shelves, and then stopped to observe carefully.

This trip went smoothly, Shen Jiqing thought, because he had already found what he wanted at this time.

What he was looking at was a man of glazed white glass.The head of the villain is a smooth ellipse, and the body has only an abstract outline, making it difficult to distinguish between men, women, and children.It sat idly, with two long arms resting on its knees, with colorful horizontal lines running from under the shoulders to the ends of the arms, as if wearing a pair of iridescent striped sleeves.With his neck on his side and his head raised, he seemed to be sitting idle, but he also seemed to be expecting something.

What is especially interesting is that because the hands of the villain are connected to the legs, the middle of the villain's body is hollow.At first glance, the entire upper body seems to be suspended in mid-air.

Shen Jiqing watched it for a while, then called the salesperson to wrap it up and pack it up.He watched as the hollow of the villain was filled with foam balls, then wrapped layer by layer with thin foam, and pushed into a small elegantly painted paper box with a small white paper bag wrapped around it.Careful packaging is a must, because no matter it is glass or ceramic products, as long as a little collision, it will be irreparably damaged.

This is why he never buys these decorations online. Even if he sees something he really likes online, he will come to pick it up by himself.

They are too fragile.

Before leaving, he glanced at a pair of bright blue food storage jars on the shelf by the door.The jar is made in the shape of two abstract birds with white round spots, the erected tail feathers are attached to the lid, and when opened, the birds' big bellies