cheongsam boy

Gu Zhuo's knuckles are slender, and when he bends hard, his veins protrude under his thin skin. When he shakes the round box containing the ointment, for some reason, some hazy images flash in Song Rin's mind .

The thick and long joints, the throbbing blue veins when exerting force, the oil ointment that keeps falling down...

Song Rin's head was blown by that imaginary, and he stopped in place and didn't know how to react.

Seeing Song Rin's dumbfounded expression, Gu Zhuo got amused, stopped teasing him, and passed the thing over: "I'm just joking with you. If you don't need this thing, don't throw it away, I'm afraid Picked up by someone with ulterior motives, if you really don’t want to see it, just find a friend who needs it and send it to you.”

Speaking of this, Gu Zhuo paused, and added: "Of course, this is just a suggestion. How to deal with it is up to you."

Gu Zhuo's warm and courteous words slowly spread into his ears, like a white jade ball pushed in, slowly rubbing away every ray of shame and anxiety.

He was neither angry because of Xie Minghan's matter, nor dissatisfied with his gaffe. Instead, he used gentle and calm words to help himself out of embarrassment.

Song Rin was soothed by these words, and gradually regained his senses, and the irritability around him also slowly subsided. He lowered his head and exhaled, and when he looked up again, he had returned to his usual clear and reasonable appearance.

"I'm sorry, I lost my temper." Song Rin smiled at Gu Zhuo, and he took the box of ointment and put it in his pocket, "Okay, I'll take care of it."

Gu Zhuo waved his hands in relief: "It's nothing, it's because that person's words are a bit harsh, and I might have slapped the table."

Song Rin smiled apologetically at him: "It's good that you didn't misunderstand."

After all, he didn't want to get entangled in this topic, so he changed the subject and asked, "By the way, are we now...going to the workshop?"

"Ah, yes," Gu Zhuo took out his phone, tapped the screen a few times, then pointed to the address on it and said to Song Rin, "I'm going here. I'm not familiar with the neighborhood, and I haven't found it. You know Is this place?"

In Beijing, if you want to search for people and things in alleys and alleys, no Gaode Baidu map can help you, you can only rely on acquaintances to guide you.

Song Rin glanced at the address, and suddenly laughed: "You... looking in the wrong direction, how could you find it."

"Really?" Gu Zhuo seemed to be a little fooled by himself, and muttered to the address, "No matter how bad my sense of direction is, I won't find it wrong."

In fact, Gu Zhuo couldn't be blamed for this. When Song Rin came to wander around the alleys in the back street for the first time, he couldn't figure out the way for a long time.

Song Rin patted Gu Zhuo's shoulder, and said confidently, "Let's go, I'll take you there, I'm familiar with this area."

When Gu Zhuo first signed the contract, he heard from Song Rin that he graduated from B University, and B University lives in the very center of this area. For those winding alleys, there should be no one who graduated from B University’s own school. People are more familiar.

Thinking of this, Gu Zhuo felt relieved, followed Song Rin back to feed the wolfdog, and then followed him trustingly.

The two walked and chatted happily, but the atmosphere of the chat stopped abruptly when they found out that they passed the same canteen for the third time.

At this time, the setting sun was hidden behind the white clouds, Gu Zhuo squinted at the sign of the canteen for a while, and within a few seconds, he set up the gold chain glasses to confirm again.

After confirming, Gu Zhuo hummed for a while, and asked tentatively: "Song Rin... Chief Song, do you think this canteen looks so familiar?"

"Don't be so euphemistic, this is the canteen where you bought the water just now." Song Rin glanced at the water bottle in his hand, and there was a price tag with the name of the canteen on it.

When Song Rin said this, her tone was very calm, but no matter how she heard it, she sounded a little frustrated.

Gu Zhuo couldn't hold it back for a while, leaning against the telephone pole and lowering his head to laugh out loud, the gold chain hanging on the side of his face also swayed with his smile, sweeping over Song Rin's eyes.

In fact, Song Rin also found it funny, he shook his head and sighed: "This is really embarrassing."

Using self-deprecating words to resolve the embarrassment, Song Rin's handling of this aspect is very comfortable, and also saves Gu Zhuo's originally planned words of comfort.

"It's okay, let's take a walk." Gu Zhuo straightened up, glanced around, and suggested, "Why don't we ask someone for directions?"

In the current situation, this is the only way to go. Song Rin is not the kind of person who loves to be chaotic and pushy. He nodded and suggested: "Just go to the canteen and ask. I just saw that old woman washing vegetables and cooking in the backyard. Probably live here forever."

Gu Zhuo said hello, and then the two walked to the canteen together.

Once inside, Song Rin didn't ask straight to the point. Instead, he went to get two bottles of old yogurt with leather straps from the shelf, took out a 20 yuan note from his wallet, and handed it over.

When the grandfather was looking for money, he said in a chatty tone: "Master, do you know what is called... Blue Magpie Workshop?"

"Lan Que, I know, it's behind the Wanfo Temple," the old man took out a ten-yuan card from the cabinet and handed it over. He glanced at Song Rin, who didn't know what he saw, and said slowly, "What are you doing?" I can't find the place."

Song Rin took the change and grinned.

The old man pushed away the chair, stood by the door and pointed out the way for them: "This is the way, go to the end and turn right."

Song Rin followed his hand and looked over, wondering: "How could it be this road, this road doesn't work."

Hearing his words, the old man knew that this person probably hadn't been here for a few years, and explained with a sigh: "The road was changed a few years ago, and those small roads that should be closed and that should be withdrawn are also withdrawn. "

These alleys, long streets and alleys are very deep memories, but just like the old yogurt with a leather strap in Song Rin's hand, people's love for it can't keep up with the changes of time, so that in the end they all become The dusty treasure in the memory.

Song Rin didn't know what to say, just when the atmosphere was about to fall into silence and embarrassment, Gu Zhuo came over and said with a smile.

"If you can remember the diversion in this way, then you are really good. If I had to, I would have fainted a long time ago."

Elderly people generally like to hear some compliments, and the old man in this canteen is no exception, talking along Gu Zhuo's words with a bold voice from Beijing.

At this time, the two of them quieted down by coincidence, gathered around the old man and listened to him, biting the straw from time to time to take a sip of old yogurt, like a child sitting under a big banyan tree in summer and listening to the story of the hero of the Hummer.

The old grandpa probably hasn't met anyone who can talk to him for a long time. He grabbed Gu Zhuo and Song Rin, two strangers, and talked non-stop. If the old grandma hadn't called for dinner, he probably wouldn't have stopped.

After politely rejecting the old man's request to keep a meal, the two walked out of the canteen and followed the directions just now to their destination.

Perhaps it was because they had heard too much just now, the two of them didn't say anything more along the way, but there was no need to say anything, the silence was very comfortable.

When they reached the end of the road and were about to turn a corner, the two turned around and looked back at the same time, but they both touched each other's shoulders when they turned around.

Song Rin looked up at Gu Zhuo, then turned his head to look at the gray eaves of the canteen just now, and sighed: "The old man is really energetic."

"That's right, I drank four cans of yogurt," Gu Zhuo said with a smile, "I think he talked for so long, probably because he wants us both to buy more yogurt from his house."

Song Rin also laughed, and teased: "I feel the same way, I drank three cans, and all the change on my body was gone."

When it comes to change, Gu Zhuo suddenly remembered that Song Rin paid for the yogurt just now, because the canteen only accepts cash, and Gu Zhuo had to let Song Rin pay for the person who abandoned his wallet early on.

Gu Zhuo did the math: "The yogurt money just now totaled 25, right? I'll transfer it to you through WeChat."

"No need," Song Rin waved his hand with a smile, "I remember there is a famous cold cake behind Wanfo Temple, just invite me when the time comes."

Speaking of this, Song Rin specially added: "A cold cake shop that can scan the QR code to pay."

"Okay, I'll treat you to a full 25 yuan." Gu Zhuo teased back in the same way. He turned his head and took a deep look back, then looked away, looked at Song Rin, and said, "But Then again, I really didn't expect you to have cash on you, after all, scan code payment is too common nowadays, basically no one will bring cash when going out."

Song Rin nodded in agreement: "It's only common in China, not in foreign countries. As you know, I just returned to China, and I haven't changed many habits. Maybe in a few months, I won't carry cash anymore. "

Habits are not instincts. They often change profitably with changes in the environment and mentality. Surrounded by the convenience of mobile payment, it is difficult for Song Rin's payment habits not to be changed.

In the end, it's just a matter of time.

Speaking of this, Gu Zhuo didn't know what to think of, he turned to look at Song Rin, his thinking eyes were a little deep.

Sensing the sideways gaze, Song Rin raised her eyes and gave Gu Zhuo a puzzled hum, then asked with a smile, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

The evening wind in Beijing blows through the alleys and passes through the world. When the orange light burned the clouds, Gu Zhuo smiled at Song Rin, and then tried to speak with teasing words.

"It's nothing, I was just thinking... If you are used to domestic mobile payment, you probably won't want to go abroad again."

23. Yuhong (three chapters in one)