Song Tan Jishi

Chapter 1418 1418. Ning Cheng’s invitation

Song Tan was on the terrace on the second floor. Hearing this, he couldn't help but be curious: "Yang Zhengxin, I'm so close, why didn't you call me?"

Yang Zhengxin leaned on the railing and took a look. At this moment, he endured the humiliation and said: "Sister, it's not impossible for you to take pictures..."

Song Tan was very happy: "Why are you so wronged?"

Isn't Yang Zhengxin aggrieved: "Sister, I've seen all of your WeChat Moments. There are so many beautiful flowers in the garden, but you just want to take a big shot with the camera, without any composition at all."

"If you look at my Brother Lu again, he just doesn't have a camera..."

"Um?"

Lu Chuan was going up the stairs in response to the call. At this moment, he couldn't help but interrupt with a smile: "I really used a camera to take some of the composition and lighting parts - do you need me to get the camera now?"

"No!" Yang Zhengxin waved his hand: "Just a mobile phone. I also want to send it to Moments - Brother Lu, wait a minute. I'll take a close-up of these flowers first."

Although he complained about Song Tan's skills, in fact, he only knew how to take photos of flowers. Lu Chuan, on the other hand, looked at the flower basket and then at Chen Chi:

"Why are you thinking about sending a flower basket? Are you thinking about picking the flowers yourself?"

Chen Chi nodded in confusion: "Everyone on TV gave flowers. Qiao Qiao said that brother, you also gave flowers to my sister. My sister was very happy - I also like flowers very much."

So there is an equation in his mind, sending flowers = happiness.

Lu Chuan carefully observed the flower basket that was being patted around by Yang Zhengxin - the long willow leaves on the tender wicker basket had been removed, and there were a few Gesang flowers in the basket, also called Persian flowers. Chrysanthemum is an ordinary pink and white flower commonly seen in rural areas today.

Those old buds that are no longer edible and swaying in the wind are fluffy, set off by green stems and leaves, soft and wild.

Let’s look at the few yellow dandelions dotted inside. The white slurry on the dandelion stems has stained the green leaves of Po Na, but because it is a large clump placed diagonally against the narrow mouth of a vase, the heights are staggered. , even if some flowers fall along the way, the beauty within it will not be changed.

Lu Chuan nodded and praised: "This vase of flowers is very beautifully arranged. Chen Chi, you are good at matching colors - have you finished the oil pastel painting before?"

"No!" How could Chen Chi be willing to finish painting such a beautiful thing? Some of the tutorials on the Internet were about cutting into large pieces for use. He was reluctant to part with them, so he just broke off a section of willow branches and dipped them in colors to paint on the paper.

Naturally, such a color is not satisfactory, and it looks hazy and white. But now that Lu Chuan said this, even Yang Zhengxin took a serious look at the vase of flowers in front of him.

Although he doesn’t have much aesthetic appreciation, he still goes to the flower shop to pick flowers for his mother every year. Looking at this vase of wild flowers with coordinated colors, he couldn’t help but feel happy:

"Chen Chi, it is said that everyone has something special about them! What makes you particularly powerful, apart from your strength, is that you also have the ability to match colors! You are so amazing!"

Chen Chi blinked. Although he knew how to match colors and didn't seem to know what he could do, he had two great strengths!

It was another happy day for the three young guys to get together.

Song Tan curiously asked Lu Chuan, "Did you have friends like this when you were in school?"

Lu Chuan thought for a while: "Yes. But at that time, I followed my mother in the Imperial Capital - wherever she worked, I might have to go to school nearby, so my friends couldn't last long."

Naturally, any school that accepts his transfers so frequently is not a good school. In the beginning, he had many naturally enthusiastic friends. As time passed and he moved around several times, he became quieter and quieter. In the end, after four years of college, he actually had no friendships.

"Do you feel regretful?" Song Tan was a little curious: "Because I don't seem to have either."

Lu Chuan laughed: "Children of the poor are only thinking about survival. Friendship with others requires eating, drinking and watching movies. We may be thinking about how to make money and how to save money..."

If you are poor and have high self-esteem, it will be more difficult to accept kindness from others, because you may not be able to repay it of similar value.

But there is nothing to regret. Everyone’s life is different. Is it possible that if others want to gain a true friendship or love in school, they should follow suit?

Song Tan laughed: "No wonder the two of us can be together. It seems that our thoughts are really in sync!"

She can no longer remember too many things in the world of immortality, but if there is a friendship worth remembering, she shouldn't forget it so completely. In the final analysis, other people's life of cultivating immortals is to take the path of becoming strong, but she just wants to live well from beginning to end.

Lu Chuan also laughed: "What about you? Did anyone bully you when you were in school? Didn't you hear that there was a class reunion during the Chinese New Year last year? Why didn't you go?"

Song Tan thought to herself that I still have to work hard to find memories when I think of them. If I have that time, it would be better to lie down at home and check my phone. How comfortable it is!

So I simply replied: "I don't have any particularly close friends."

Just as he was talking, his cell phone rang suddenly. When he saw the message, it was Huo Xueying who he had not contacted for a long time.

Although she was just a colleague, she was the girl that Song Tan had the most contact with after she woke up. Later, she spared no effort to promote their family, and often complained to her about her weird boss...

In short, although Song Tan could not contact her all the time, she tried her best to answer all questions.

At this moment, Huo Xueying’s cheerful words seemed to appear on the paper:

"Song Tan, when are you coming to Ningcheng? I started dating a boyfriend during the Chinese New Year, and he said he and you were college classmates!"

"When are you coming? Let's have a meal together. My boyfriend asked if it's convenient, should we invite old classmates? You can also bring your family members!"

To be honest, Song Tan has no interest in gatherings. But bringing family members...

"Hey."

She gently touched Lu Chuan with her shoulder: "We haven't gone out alone, have we?"

"Well..."

Lu Chuan also pondered for a moment: "I heard that Zhou Yongzhi - you know, my mother's ex-husband, he was frustrated in love before, and his children were not his own. Then the business world was not going well - he was going to turn things around and join the film and television industry, and now the project has become a bottomless pit before it even started..."

Song Tan was surprised: "Are you going to mock him?"

Lu Chuan raised his eyebrows, and the long red scar at the end of his eyebrow was particularly vivid: "How could it be? I'm going to contact the friends who helped Ningcheng and finish the relationship. It's best that he can never find me."

Wow, he is really kind-hearted! Small and black! She likes it!

At this moment, Song Tan replied to Huo Xueying without saying anything: "Okay, I happen to be free these two days, I will bring delicious food to see you."

Here it comes! The cliché slaps my face. In fact, I love it. I am a cliché.

Good night first.