San Fu

"What?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Do you want to buy some New Year's gifts for your dad?" Jiang Kuo gave himself a thumbs up in his heart for his improvisation.

"No, they usually only have daily necessities and some books," Duan Feifan said, "The old man bought them every time he asked him to bring them over."

"Oh..." Jiang Kuo nodded, "What about the old uncle? Where's the old aunt? Where's Sister Ling?"

"...No." Duan Feifei looked at him, "What's wrong?"

"No." Jiang Kuo said, "I'm just asking, do you usually give people this kind of New Year's gift?"

"No." Duan Feifei replied clearly, "Usually give birthday presents, and children who are familiar with children will be given a June [-]st gift."

"Understood," Jiang Kuo pondered for a while, "Then I don't need to give Jiang any gifts."

"That's not what it means. If you have a good relationship, there is no problem if you want to give it away," Duan Feifei said. "It depends on your habits. Have you given it away before?"

"No." Jiang Kuo said.

"That's fine." Duan Feifei said.

"Okay," Jiang Kuo waved his hand, "Let's go, have breakfast."

No more delivery.

Before Jiang Liao sent the edited photos, Jiang Kuo really didn't realize how many photos they took that day. Except for those of role models, Jiang Liao would send him twenty or thirty photos almost every day.

After finishing two subjects in the exam, I finally finished it all.

[LL] That's all, emptying your warehouse won't make up for my dead brain cells

【JK921】How many cards have you counted?

[LL] Small thousand sheets

【JK921】It's about to turn crazy

[LL] So I like to make a photo book when I have a lot of photos, it’s easy to read

Jiang Kuo looked at Jiang Lele's words.

A flash of light came to my mind.

This is not a gift, but it is very interesting. Even if it is not given to Duan Feifan, he would like to make those photos of himself.

【JK921】How to do it

Jiang Li was silent for a long time, and then came back to say something.

【LL】...you go buy a photo album

【JK921】Are you despising me?

He has seen a lot of Jiang Lele's photo books, and they are very well done, with both soft and hard covers, various decorations and mechanisms, some of which look like amazing magic books, and some are in boxes. He would recall the scenes of unleashing demons in various horror movies...

Of course he didn't want to do that, he couldn't do it, Jiang Liao also made a simplified version.He can learn a simple version.

【JK921】Tell me how to do the simplest one

【LL】Buy a photo album

【JK921】Aren't they brothers and sisters anymore?

The message has been sent, but was rejected by the other party.

【JK921】?

The message has been sent, but was rejected by the other party.

【JK921】You are awesome

The message has been sent, but was rejected by the other party.

"Damn." Jiang Kuo was very helpless.

He told Jiang that he was blackmailed [-] times a day, but this time he was particularly helpless.

He is not an impulsive person, because he is habitually lifeless most of the time, and there is nothing that can make him interested.

But every once in a while a flash of inspiration strikes him, and he just has to do it.

I learned all kinds of things I used to play in this way, such as skiing, skydiving, shooting, horseback riding, and even balance bikes. I always want to play for a moment, but I can’t stop.

It is not necessary to give Duan Feifan some New Year's gift, nor is it necessary to give a photo book, but once the idea of ​​"printing out photos and making a book" comes out, it is difficult to throw it away.

Especially thinking of what Duan Feifei said before.

Photos will change over time.

How meaningful.

And romantic.

Without Jiang Lele's help, he could only look up the tutorial by himself.

But after looking around, I found that except for the electronic photo album, it is basically in the form of an album, printed as a book...that has a gross meaning.

There is also a fart time change.

Apart from these two, the only thing that can match the form he imagined is the old photo album.

Or hand account.

He looked at the account again.

... If you really do this one, it is estimated that it will be given out on the New Year's Day of the senior year.

Just old photo albums.

After the last exam before the New Year's Day holiday, the botany he was most afraid of felt pretty good, although he almost didn't finish the papers, let alone check them.

After New Year's Day, the rest were advanced mathematics and English, which he was relatively more confident in.

The whole person feels a lot easier.

His final decision was to buy a photo album.

When I asked a few people in the dormitory, they still had a good impression of things like photo albums.

"I used a photo album when I was in elementary school," Tang Li told him. "It's quite a big one. There is a thin transparent film on each page, which is sticky. After you open it, you can typeset the photos and put them in. Then cover the film and stick it on.”

"I don't understand." Jiang Kuo said.

"I don't understand either, so I'll search for it." Li Zirui lay on the bed and looked at Jiang Kuo five seconds later, "There really is. It's called... Laminated DIY photo album, baby growth record..."

"How many days can I buy now?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Three days," Li Zirui said, "but the logistics must have started to slow down these days."

That's too late.

At times like this, cannons are a lifesaver.

"Help me take a look when you enter the city." Jiang Kuo said, "Do you know what it looks like? I'll send you a picture."

"No, my cousin bought a bunch and posted pictures of her son," Cannon said, "Why do you want that stuff?"

"Paste my photo to President Jiang and his wife," Jiang Kuo said.

"...Are you sure Mrs. Jiang won't think there's something wrong with you when she receives this thing?" Da Pao asked.

"Is there something wrong with this thing?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"There's nothing wrong with it," said Cannon. "It's kind of like something wrong with you doing this."

"Just tell me if you helped me find it, it will only take two days." Jiang Kuo said.

"There's a lot of time," Da Pao said, "I'm going to the west of the city tomorrow, and I'll pass by that small commodity on the way, so I'll help you find it."

"Why go to the west of the city?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Dinner," Da Pao said, "you are enjoying the cafeteria now, so I won't call you."

"I want to review." Jiang Kuo said.

"You haven't missed your college entrance examination review." Da Pao said, "Your university is definitely not a bad school. I have to tell Mr. Jiang when I get back. This school has a young master who can't be reformed for a semester. Excellent."

"Aren't you talking too much?" Jiang Kuo said.

"Okay, I'll call you tomorrow when I find it," Da Pao said.

After class these two days, I won't see Duan Feiren anymore.

Niusandao's business is always very good during holidays, especially after New Year's Day, when the Chinese New Year is approaching, the sales of all kinds of meat are very large.

Duan Feifei will go back to help every day when he has no classes and at night, probably because he still wants to get out of the work that was supposed to be done on New Year's Day.

Thinking of this, Jiang Kuo felt a little guilty.

He didn't have these pressures, he just felt that he wanted to go out to relax after being aggrieved in school for a long time.

I never thought that Duan Feifan would theoretically be a busier person on holidays.

He even felt happy because Duan Feifei would go out with them that day.

but.

Even though he already felt guilty, his happy mood remained unchanged.

Really... Conscience let Ben Ben gnaw.

Cannon was pretty reliable. I sent a few photos at noon the next day, and found several albums with different sizes, colors and styles.

"I think this kind of coiled cowhide is really good, with a retro feel, and there are several colors of background paper inside, and it feels good when I touch the real thing." Cannon said.

"What about the light blue one?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"My childhood is written on the cover," Cannon said.

Jiang Kuo laughed: "Didn't you write the coil?"

"No writing, nothing at all," Da Pao said.

"Okay, you help me bring this back." Jiang Kuo looked at the picture again, and it looked okay.

When Da Pao brought the album over in the afternoon, he had just printed out all the photos in the printing shop where Ma Xiao worked, all of which were Duan Feifan's, and the group photo that he thought was well taken that day.

While waiting for the photos to be printed, he went to a nearby stationery store, huddled among a group of girls, and planned to buy some stickers and other decorations. According to some samples he found on the Internet, it would be more lively to decorate the photo pages with some stickers .

Everything went well, the only accident was that he met Yan Huiyu.

No one noticed him at first, but Yan Huiyu greeted him.

"Jiang Kuo?" Yan Huiyu said.

Several girls around turned their heads to look at him, and he was still holding a bunch of shiny stickers in his hand.

"En." Jiang Kuo responded.

"This kind of looks good," a girl next to him who probably knew him but he didn't usually know handed him a bunch of stickers, "It's metal, it's pretty cool."

"Thank you." Jiang Kuo took a look, there are two kinds of silver and gold, yes, take it to pay the bill.

The photo album brought by Cannon has a good texture, and it has a handmade feel visually.

"When are you going home?" Jiang Kuo asked him.

"It's almost there, how do you go back?" Da Pao asked, "Should I drive the car back or leave it here?"

"Let Mr. Jiang find someone to get the car back next year," Jiang Kuo said, "I can't drive it now, and I'm looking forward to the rain when I wash the car."

Da Pao laughed: "Keep the money collected during the Chinese New Year, so that you can subsidize yourself next semester."

"I set a time to go back together," Jiang Kuo said, "Is it faster than a train?"

"Well, it's too far to go to the airport," Da Pao said, "I'll buy a ticket then."

"Business seat." Jiang Kuo confessed.

"Shouldn't you buy a second-class seat?" Cannon said.

"Get out." Jiang Kuo glanced at him, "Go back and come out to get together. I still have two exams after the festival, so I don't have time."

"Business matters," Cannon said, "this semester..."

"Hu Zhenyu," Jiang Kuo pointed at him, "don't recite your lines."

Cannon clicked his tongue: "Let's go!"

If Jiang Kuo knew that it would be so difficult to arrange the photos nicely on a plane as big as A4 paper and keep each page as different as possible, he would never have chosen to make a photo album before. Such a humble option.

One night, he sat cross-legged on the bed in the dormitory to arrange photos. For the whole night, he didn't go to self-study, so he just arranged the fucking photos in the dormitory.

In the beginning, he typed the size of the photo into three sizes. He wanted to highlight the primary and secondary, and the different sizes would facilitate the composition of the picture, but when he started making it, he realized that he overestimated himself. He couldn't do such a meaningful thing.

Li Zirui's snoring has already entered the second stage of high pitch when he finished pasting up a photo album with the goal of "filling every page".

On the day before New Year's Day, he finished pasting the metal stickers. The ones that the girl handed him were all okay. They were all patterns, all kinds of flowers, plants and stars, and there were no English words, or he had to identify those curly patterns Is there anything embarrassing in English?

There was no class this afternoon, and the number of people in the school was reduced by half in an instant, and those who went out to celebrate the New Year's Eve had raised one leg since the afternoon.

Duan Feifan should have finished his work and didn't go home.

When Jiang Kuo went to 107 with a paper bag, he was cleaning.

"Alone?" Jiang Kuo poked his head in.

"Alone," Duan Feifei looked at him, "what's the matter, do you have something to hide?"

"Cleaning up?" Jiang Kuo walked into 107.

"Wipe it casually, without the supervision of Senior Lu Haobo this semester, many places are covered with dust," Duan Feifei threw the rag into the sink, "It's nothing, should we go out for a while?"

"Okay." Jiang Kuo nodded.

Duan Feifei saw the paper bag in his hand and raised his chin: "What are you holding?"

"It's for you." Jiang Kuo took out the photo album from the paper bag and waved it in front of his eyes, "Purely handmade, a work of ingenuity."

Duan Feifei raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"A New Year's gift?" he asked.

"It doesn't count," Jiang Kuo said, "I'm planning to get it for you even during the New Year."

"You made it? Handmade?" Duan Feifei took the album and touched the cover, shocked, "This..."

"Inside, the inside is purely handmade by me." Jiang Kuo quickly explained.

...made by hand.

Duan Feifei opened the photo album and laughed when he saw the group photo on the first page. The more he turned back, the more obvious his smile became.

"How?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"You're awesome," Duan Feifei said, keeping his eyes on the photo album, "When did you do this?"

"Two days ago," Jiang Kuo said, "I bought the photo album, and when the photos were printed, I posted them and posted them all night."

"How could you think of doing this?" Duan Feifei closed the album, opened it again, looked at him, closed it again, and looked at him, "I can see your mental journey this night, and you are getting irritable."

"You said, the time changes," Jiang Kuo said, "but people said, the air is isolated inside the post, so it won't oxidize, and the time change is estimated to be very small."

"Then wait and see in a few decades." Duan Feifei said, "Thank you."

"There's nothing to be thankful for," Jiang Kuo waved his hand, "I'll make one for myself when I'm free."

"You bought these stickers at the stationery store next to the Wenyin shop." Duan Feifei asked.

"Well," Jiang Kuo nodded, "It's the first time I've entered this kind of stationery store. There are so many things that girls are picking out."

"I guess you are going to do something." Duan Feifei smiled.

"What do you mean?" Jiang Kuo was taken aback.

"Informed sources say that you are choosing a New Year's gift for girls," Duan Feifei said, "bet on who you are going to give."

"Damn, who will give you stickers as a gift..." Jiang Kuo looked at him, and asked again after a while, "Did you know that I was going to give you a gift? I feel that you are a little calm."

"I guessed it when you asked about the New Year's gift that day." Duan Feifei said with a smile.

"Your uncle." Jiang Kuo's mood was very complicated.

Duan Feifei walked to the table and opened the drawer: "I also have a New Year's gift for you."

"Really?" Jiang Kuo walked over immediately.

"Pure handmade work." Duan Feifei took out a red envelope from the drawer.

Jiang Kuo's first reaction when he saw the red envelope was money.

Hand made?

"Are you making counterfeit money?" he asked.

Duan Feifei laughed out loud, "What's the matter with you?"

Jiang Kuo didn't speak, took the red envelope and squeezed it, and found that there was a square thing inside, which was thick and hard.

He opened the red envelope and poured out the contents.

It's a small sign that looks like wenge, with a rope loop on one end and a short tassel on the other end, it should be a car hanger.

One side of the brand was smooth, and when he turned the other side, he saw a pattern, a circle with something like a coordinate axis, like a simple dial, with a pointer pointing at 12 o'clock in the middle.

The lines are not complicated, but these patterns should be inlaid with metal.

"You did it?" This time it was his turn to be shocked, "You did it? Handmade?"

"Purely manual control of machine tools and molds." Duan Feifei said with a smile, "It was just made last year, just for fun, and there is another one that says Niu Sandao."

"How did it get in there?" Jiang Kuo put the sign on the tip of his nose and stared at it.

"Drill the slot and knock the silver wire in." Duan Feifan said.

Jiang Kuo glanced at him: "No more?"

"I can't take a closer look at this. I am a novice, and the work is rough, and it is quite complicated to do," Duan Feifei said, "I will take you to look at it when I have time, and I will understand."

"What's on it?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Compass." Duan Feifei said.

"Compass?" Jiang Kuo immediately pointed back and forth with the sign.

"Can't move..." Duan Feifei said, "What about your brain?"

"Oh." Jiang Kuo lowered his head and rubbed on the pattern. This craftsman's work is indeed meticulous, and he can feel the outline of the silver thread with his fingertips. "Why make a compass?"

"Guide." Duan Feifei said.

"Well said." Jiang Kuo nodded, "Mao Sai suddenly understood."

Duan Feifei put the photo album in the closet.

When he turned his head, Jiang Kuo was still looking back and forth with the car hanging, and now he went to the window to look at the light.

"Don't you understand?" Duan Feifei said.

"It's the first time I've received such an exquisite handmade thing," Jiang Kuo said, "I'll put it in the car later."

"Didn't you hang one in your car?" Duan Feifei remembered that there was a very small car hanger at the air outlet of the air conditioner on his car, and a hand with the middle finger up. This style is very different from the one he made.

"That one was bought casually to play with," Jiang Kuo said, "This one is good, and it's not heavy."

Duan Feifei smiled.

"Thank you," Jiang Kuo put the car in his pocket, "I was very pleasantly surprised."

"Me too." Duan Feifei said.

"Don't let it go," Jiang Kuo said, "Do you watch me go back and forth every day like watching a theater, guessing everything and pretending to be stupid?"

"I don't have the time to watch you," Duan Feifei said, "Niu Sandao's business is booming these days."

"Is there really no need for help this afternoon?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Well, I'm almost busy," Duan Feifei looked at the phone, "I called our two cousins ​​to come over to help, and Duan Ling will come over later after get off work."

"Let's go," Jiang Kuo waved his hand, "Go wave."

The car stood lonely in the parking lot, covered with dust.

Jiang Kuo circled around the car, smacked it with his fingers in a circle: "It's so miserable."

"Didn't you come to move the car every few days, only to find it miserable?" Duan Feifei said.

"I always come here at night," Jiang Kuo said, "The main thing is to check the car pressure or something... Forget it, go wash it first... Forget it, just drive like this."

"No money to wash the car?" Duan Feifei said.

"Not only did I not spend [-] yuan," Jiang Kuo said, "I didn't go out to review much in the past two months, but I also saved money. I have to go back and show off. If you can't spend it, don't spend it."

"How about..." Duan Feifei thought for a while, "Wash it yourself?"

Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"Old Liu has a water gun." Duan Feifei said.

"Am I crazy?" Jiang Kuo said, "I actually think it's okay."

"Then who knows," Duan Feifei said, "I didn't think you were too normal when I first met you."

"Can you wash?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"You really want to wash it, I just want you to wash it," Duan Feifei said, "just wash off the dust, how do you want to wash it in such a cold day?"

Jiang Kuo got into the car and didn't rush to start it. He took off the previous car and replaced it with the one made by Duan Feifan.

To be honest, this car hanging was not specially made by Duan Feifei as a gift for him, and I don't know why Duan Feifei made a compass without a compass, but he was still pleasantly surprised.

After all, Jiang Liao is very good. He is an amateur handicraft expert. Since he was a child, he has never even given him a marble.

Lao Liu's Malatang will be closed from this afternoon to tomorrow night.

But people are still in the store.

Duan Feifei said that he wanted to rush to the car, and Lao Liu enthusiastically connected the pipe.

"Isn't this car going to a car wash?" He looked at the car parked by the side of the road, "Is it just going to be rushed like this?"

"Yeah," Jiang Kuo nodded, "just flush the ashes."

"The rich are so frugal." Old Liu sighed.

Duan Feifei took the water gun, sprayed it on the ground twice to try, and then flushed the wheel hub. "Hurry up," Jiang Kuo stood beside him, "If you don't, just give it to me."

Duan Feifei began to spray water on the car.

Old Liu stood on the edge of the river and watched the excitement: "Are you going to drive out?"

"Well," Jiang Kuo responded, "Go out and look around, the dormitory is empty."

"Today I see that the students are all going out in couples, and it's New Year's Eve tonight," Old Liu said with a smile.

...What the hell are you talking about.

Jiang Kuo didn't say anything, and didn't know what to say.

So I looked over to the car.

The water gun in Duan Feifan's hand got squirted somewhere, and a spray of water rushed towards him.

The angle was very precise and cold water was sprinkled on his face.

Depend on!