Song Tan Jishi

Chapter 1257 1257. Children's Gifts

In the drizzle, everyone was smiling, only Qiao Qiao was stuck outside like a mole with its head exposed, jumping up and down:

"Brother, where is mine? What is mine?"

Until Song Tan stretched out his finger and pushed him away: "It's raining, hurry back to the house, and look inside later."

Qiao Qiao hadn't reacted yet, Song Sancheng had quickly unpacked and stood in the corridor: "Qiao Qiao, do you think this fishing rod is long? Come and take a picture for me."

Ulan also turned back to the house happily, and opened her silk scarf gift box as soon as possible - to Song Tan's surprise, this was not the mulberry silk that Lu Chuan usually liked to use, but just ordinary soft chiffon.

"Oh, down-to-earth?" she smiled.

Lu Chuan had already returned to the living room with a few boxes. Looking at Wu Lan who was putting a long red scarf on herself, he smiled and explained:

"This scarf is not expensive. The main reason is that I am afraid of choosing the kind of good material. If it is made too thin, it will not be high-grade. If it is too heavy, it will not float up and it will be easy to get caught in the flower field."

U Lan doesn't care about the material!

"It's better to be inexpensive. I want this kind of inexpensive one. If it is too expensive, I have to take care of it when I wear it out. It's troublesome."

"Well," Lu Chuan nodded with a smile: "This scarf has a total of 48 colors. I think we can't use only this one for taking pictures. Auntie will take pictures first. After the pictures are good, we will buy other colors later."

"For example, for the field of astragalus, we can use dark purple, and for the field of rapeseed, we can use blue or orange. This should be more eye-catching."

"I heard that there is a small patch of colorful rapeseed this year? Why don't I buy a few more and try to match them?"

48 colors!

Wulan's eyes were full of longing, and she came over and asked with great interest:

"What color are the rest? Let me see."

Qiao Qiao, who still hasn't received her gift and has to take photos of the long fishing rod that can't fit into the camera for her father:...

...

After all this trouble, when it was finally Qiao Qiao's turn, it was almost noon.

Seeing that the seventh cousin was ready to cook, he came over pitifully: "Is it my turn?"

Lu Chuan laughed and touched his head quickly: "Sorry, I'm delaying our Qiao Qiao - here, this box is all gifts for you."

"This is from your good friend Chen Chi. Do you want to pass it on, or should I give it to him when he comes to play?"

"Brother, give it to me!" Qiao Qiao said without hesitation: "I told Chen Chi that my brother is super, super handsome! 100 times more handsome than his brother!"

"Brother, give it to me! I'll call him after lunch!"

Lu Chuan:...

For some reason, the first thing that came to his mind was not pride, but the popular short video on the Internet -

[My brother is the best! ]

[My brother is the best!]

[My brother can eat shit!]

[My brother can too! He can eat a lot!]

This terrible short video finally eroded his brain, so that he couldn't even laugh, and now he had to change the subject awkwardly:

"Well, let's see if you like your gift first?"

Without him saying it, Qiao Qiao had already happily opened the box.

"Wow!" Qiao Qiao's eyes widened instantly: "So beautiful!"

Inside was a complete set of 128-color oil pastels. The stepped box had a total of 4 layers when opened, like crayons, but the colors were particularly colorful.

Qiao Qiao turned around and looked at Lu Chuan instantly: "Is this for me to draw?"

"Yeah," Lu Chuan nodded: "I heard that Teacher Tang taught you to paint watercolors last year? Then I guess you may already have watercolor paints. This is an oil pastel. I saw many children in the mall following the coloring. Maybe Qiao Qiao likes it too?"

"I like it!" Qiao Qiao was very happy-so many colors! And it's just like crayons.

In fact, Qiao Qiao is not particularly talented in painting. Teacher Tang has dabbled in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and has taught a little bit of everything. He just learns happily from him, and there is no talent to speak of.

But, what child doesn't like to paint in all colors?

Qiao Qiao is no exception!

Even the colors that can be painted with thick ink and heavy colors like oil pastels make him happier than the complicated watercolors.

He didn't even have the energy to talk to Lu Chuan anymore, and just rushed upstairs with the box in his arms:

"I'm going to paint first, brother!"

Halfway up, he turned around and looked at another box: "Is Chen Chi's like this too?"

Lu Chuan nodded: "But Qiao Qiao is more important to me, so there is another gift under your box, wait for you to see it."

At this moment, Qiao Qiao was simply overjoyed.

Until the seventh cousin called him in the kitchen:

"Qiao Qiao, didn't you say you would cook two dishes today?"

...

Seeing the child excitedly carrying the gifts upstairs and then going into the kitchen in frustration, Song Tan asked Lu Chuan:

"What is the other gift?"

Lu Chuan smiled: "It's a tablet. I downloaded a few oil pastel classes in it. It should be fun for him to paint by himself following the tutorials."

Song Tan nodded and couldn't help patting his arm again: "You are really good at pleasing people!"

Lu Chuan said seriously: "No."

"I'm not very good at these... But if it's your family, it's actually very happy to pay more attention to it."

"There are also electronic bracelets for my seventh cousin and his wife and Aunt Lianhua. They are not expensive, but I see that you get along very well, so I just prepared them."

This is really thoughtful.

Just looking at the gifts, you can tell that if Lu Chuan had given real money and gifts that no one could refuse when he came as a boyfriend for the first time.

Then this time, the most expensive thing would probably be Song Sancheng's fishing rod. The others are very affordable and are gifts that everyone can afford.

For him, this way of spending money is indeed more thoughtful.

Song Tan also laughed.

The rain outside has gradually stopped. Song Sancheng can't move around in the house, so he has pulled out all the fishing rods and gestured in the empty yard.

Wu Lan and Aunt Lianhua are discussing the way to raise the red scarf, and everyone is very happy.

There are only the two of them sitting on the sofa in the empty living room. Song Tan simply stretched out his arm through his coat and hugged Lu Chuan's thin and tight waist again.

Then he smiled and said, "They've prepared everything carefully, what about mine?"

They were already a couple and had had intimate contact before, but at this moment, Lu Chuan's heart was still beating like a drum, and he even subconsciously held his breath.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and his dark eyes looked at Song Tan's face close at hand. His chest seemed to be filled with cotton candy, and the close contact was still pouring honey into his chest.

After a long time, he whispered:

"Your gift... I'll give it to you in person later, okay?"

Update 1. It rained today, so it's really not suitable for work, but I'm still strong enough to write.