Unbridled

75

Only two days before Ding Ji's birthday, after determining what to send, Lin Wuyu had to act immediately, or he would not be able to catch up.

And in order to ensure that Ding Ji can still give Ding Ji a surprise if he already knows that he will definitely give a gift, he has to do strict confidentiality work.

"Where are you going?" Ding Ji grabbed his arm. "Stop studying for a while?"

"You go," Lin Wuyu said, "I have something to do."

"Why?" Ding Ji asked, "Buy me a gift?"

"Well." Lin Wuyu responded.

"I'm going too." Ding Ji said.

"...Who is this?" Lin Wuyu said.

"That's how I do it," Ding Ji said. "I grew up and picked my own birthday gifts."

"Are your classmates giving you gifts that you choose?" Lin Wuyu asked.

"Are you my classmate?" Ding Ji said, "And my classmate doesn't know my birthday, I don't have a birthday with my classmate."

"I'm going to give you some small surprises," Lin Wuyu said, "big surprises can't be given, small surprises are always given."

"Don't take the drone to me," Ding Ji whispered, "The average boy used to confess to the girl, the effect is too sensational, we are not suitable."

"You didn't think I didn't expect it at all." Lin Wuyu said.

"It's not too romantic," Ding Ji snorted, "Forget you go, I won't follow, small surprise, you said, if you are not surprised, you will wait."

Originally, Lin Wuyu did not intend to make the concept of "little surprise" clear. If he didn’t, then the focus would not be on surprise or non-surprise, but "He gave me an interesting little gift." Now, with such clearness, the focus is all on "surprise", even if he uses a "small" word very carefully.

In case there is no surprise, there is no small surprise.

Lin Wuyu felt the pressure was increased.

This is not the first gift he gave Ding Ji, or even the first handmade gift, but this is a birthday gift, this is Ding Ji's exclusive day.

As soon as he left the school, he took out his mobile phone and dialed Lin Zhan's phone.

"Here?" Lin Zhan asked.

"No, just out of school." Lin Wuyu said.

"What's wrong?" Lin Zhan asked.

"Just tell you I'm out." Lin Wuyu said.

"...You don't need to tell me you came out, just tell me you're there," Lin Zhan said.

Lin Wuyu laughed: "I'm a little nervous."

"Don't be nervous." Lin Zhan reassured him completely.

Lin Zhan gave him an address. This is the address of Lin Zhan's studio, not too far from the rental house. It is a commercial and residential building.

Lin Wuyu has never been to Lin Zhan's studio.

I don't know if Ding Ji has been to his Zhan Ge's studio. I should haven't, or I'll blow it up early.

He hasn't told Lin Zhan what he wants to do, but he doesn't just want to make a miniature copy, black text on white, he wants some small designs.

His notebook can't be done, and Ding Ji will see that he can only find Lin Zhan. Even if Lin Zhan won't, someone at Lin Zhan will.

Find brother for ten years, use brother for one day.

...

It sounds weird. Recently, the things in my mind are always not very healthy, so I always run away.

Find brother for ten years, use brother for a while.

When Lin Wuyu arrived at the lobby of the building, he was about to use his mobile phone to see what address Lin Zhan sent to him. When someone next to him called him, "Wuyu."

He turned his head: "Miao brother?"

"Go," Miao brother seemed to be waiting for him, and waved. "With the elevator behind, there are too many people in the lobby."

"Well." Lin Wuyu followed him through the corridor into the cargo elevator at the back.

"Have you not been here before?" Miao brother asked.

"I haven't been here," Lin Wuyu said, "are you usually recording videos here?"

"Yes," Miao brother nodded. "It's a little messy, you have to be mentally prepared."

Lin Wuyu smiled.

Lin Zhan's studio is not open to the outside, so there is no sign and no sign, just a black folio door is installed, and the matte door panel is very textured.

When entering the door, Lin Wuyu lightly flicked on the door panel and found that the surface layer was metal.

"Come." Miao brother said inside when he entered the door.

Lin Wuyu glanced in. He didn't see it at first glance, but he stopped in shock.

Miao and his understanding of "chaos" are probably biased.

The living room at the entrance door is a showroom, with a booth in the middle, where a spherical miniature model is placed, and the scene is made in 360 degrees. The theme is basically futuristic.

Except for this booth, the four walls and the roof are all glass. The works behind Lin Zhan are large or small. Even when he lowered his head, he found that the floor is also glass. Below are various works that need to be overlooked... …

"Come inside." A girl came out of the next room.

Lin Wuyu recognized that this was the girl Ding Ji blocked the phone number that day.

"Welcome to visit your brother's studio," the girl smiled at him and reached out, "Sun Minmin, just call me strong."

"...Great?" Lin Wuyu shook hands with her.

"It means very strong," Miao brother introduced it to the side. "The big and strong sister is very capable. She is the director of the studio, she takes care of everything, and connects with the internal finance."

"The name your brother gave." Sun Minmin added.

"Oh." Lin Wuyu said with some emotion. Lin Zhan gave a nickname like a straight man in elementary school.

"This room is for office work, making videos, retouching and everything is here," Miao Ge continued to introduce, "the one opposite is the conference room, and there are two other rooms for shooting."

"Well." Lin Wuyu nodded and followed them into the house.

Lin Zhan sat on the sofa and waved at him: "Sit."

Lin Wuyu looked at the house, and there was a man sitting behind the computer, turned his head to smile and nodded: "Lin Zhan said you want to get a gadget?"

"Yes," said Lin Wuyu, "a gift to a friend."

"Qin Weiyu," Miao brother is probably a working tour guide. He continued to introduce, "The technical work is all him. Today, you can design anything you can let him help you."

"Trouble," Lin Wuyu said.

"No trouble," Qin Weiyu waved his hand, "Let's talk first, what do you want to do?"

To be honest, Lin Wuyu's original intention was to make a few small pieces of paper with a little design, write something on it, and then order a small book, wear a chain as a pendant and give it to Ding Ji.

I just hope that Lin Zhan can help him get it.

As a result, I feel that all the members of the studio are almost there. Everyone goes here and pestle, and they all stare at him. He doesn’t know how to express the meaning of "I actually want to make a mini-leaf with a pattern". .

"Just... my initial thought was to write a few patterns on a few pieces of paper and write them down..." Lin Wuyu thought for a while and learned to circle Yu Haodong with his fingers, "It's so big, then make a hole ..."

"Made into a pendant?" Lin Zhan asked.

"Yes." Lin Wuyu turned to look at him, worthy of his brother.

"How ugly that is," Lin Zhan said, "What is your taste?"

"It will curl," Qin Weiyu said with a smile, "but I understand."

"Think of an upgraded version for him," Lin Zhan looked at Qin Weiyu, "How many pieces of metal, laser cut?"

"Yes," Qin Weiyu thought for a while, "otherwise, four pieces, several words per piece, one word hollowed out, other words solid, leave an empty position, and then put together, the hollowed words can form a sentence A word... is that okay?"

"Okay?" Lin Zhan looked at Lin Wuyu.

"Is it a little too grand?" Lin Wuyu did not expect this thing to suddenly become like this.

"You won't come to me if you're not grand," Lin Zhan said, "start."

Fortunately, Qin Weiyu actually worked. Miao and Sun Minmin did not stay in the office and did their own business. Otherwise, Lin Wuyu would really feel embarrassed. He would rarely be embarrassed, but if everyone was here Watching him think love for Ding Ji, he would be really embarrassed.

"First determine the color and shape," Qin Weiyu nodded the mouse, "but not much, we have gold, silver and black."

"Silver." Lin Wuyu said.

"OK," Qin Weiyu nodded. "What about the shape, the square or the petals?"

"Fang." Lin Wuyu said.

"What do you want to write?" Qin Weiyu asked again. "It is recommended not to have too many pages. It should be at most four pieces. If it is too thick, it will be heavy."

"I... think about it," Lin Wuyu said.

"Is it for your girlfriend?" Qin Weiyu turned his head and looked at him. "She definitely likes this."

"No." Lin Wuyu glanced at Lin Zhan.

"Boyfriend." Lin Zhan said while playing with his mobile phone.

"Oh," Qin Weiyu responded, "Is that the boy who gave Da Zhuang the phone number last time?"

"Yes." Lin Wuyu smiled.

"Children are very interesting," Qin Weiyu clicked the mouse. "You think about the four characters first. I'll fix the position of these characters first, and then you will think slowly."

"Chicken Handbook." Lin Wuyu said.

Qin Weiyu and Lin Zhan were both stunned, looking up at him together.

"Just this." Lin Wuyu was very sure.

"Is nickname Ding Ji a chicken?" Lin Zhan smiled.

"No," Lin Wuyu said, "he doesn't let people call him that."

"You just owe it," Lin Zhan said, "Just do what he does, a chicken breeding manual."

"OK." Qin Weiyu said with a smile.

Ding Ji lay on the desk in the classroom, placed the book in front of him, and stopped without turning a few pages. Compared with the people who were immersed in studying hard, it was a model of mixed life.

He doesn’t usually do that. After all, Lin Wuyu sits next to him. He can read books quietly. Although he will be distracted within a few minutes, he will not always be distracted like he is now.

It wasn't until Li Ruichen sat next to him with the book in his arms that he pulled back his thoughts floating in the unknown valley and turned to look at Li Ruichen.

"Lin Wuyu didn't come?" Li Ruichen whispered.

"Hmm." Ding Jiying responded.

"No wonder you are almost asleep." Li Ruichen smiled and opened the book.

Ding Ji didn't speak.

"What color do you like?" Li Ruichen asked.

"Huh?" Ding Ji froze.

"You say a color you like." Li Ruichen said.

"Black." Ding Ji said.

"Good." Li Ruichen nodded.

Ding Ji estimated that he was going to prepare a birthday gift for himself, and suddenly felt that his attitude was a bit too cold at first. When I thought about Li Ruichen playing several rounds for the two of them, I felt a little overwhelmed.

When I just wanted to say something more, Li Ruichen whispered again: "Is it because of Lin Wuyu, my clothes and pencil bags are all black, but you have a lot of colors."

Although Ding Ji didn't know what he wanted to say, he didn't want to say anything now.

Li Ruichen was still a thief.

"I'll tell you a fortune." Ding Ji looked at him.

"Okay," Li Ruichen smiled. "I heard that you are pretty good."

"It's quite accurate," Ding Ji patted Lu Le's shoulder in front of him, "Give me some toothpicks."

Treasure chest Lu Le immediately took out a pack of toothpicks from his pocket and handed him: "Is the tooth jammed?"

"Broken heart." Ding Ji said.

Lu Le froze for two seconds blankly, turned back to continue reading.

"Do you have any opinions about me?" Li Ruichen smiled.

"Don't worry," Ding Ji took out three toothpicks and broke it off, and then began to throw it on the table. "I never express an opinion."

Li Ruichen looked at him without speaking.

After throwing for a few rounds, Ding Ji took a pen and drew a few times on the paper.

He didn't really count, just put on a stand, and whatever he calculated, he wouldn't change what he said.

"Greater than the Gua, the fierce." Ding Ji said.

"What do you mean?" Li Ruichen asked.

"There must be self-knowledge," Ding Ji looked at him, "Careful in all things, prudent in words and deeds, do not have delusions, futile."

Li Ruichen didn't speak. After looking at him for a while, he smiled.

"There is still a solution," Ding Ji said, "Do you want to listen?"

"You said." Li Ruichen nodded.

"There is better later," Ding Ji said, "wait patiently and wait."

Li Ruichen laughed, smiled for a long time before turning back to look at him: "I actually..."

"I don't care if you actually have any thoughts on Lin Wuyu, what you think, what you want to do, what you don't plan to do," Ding Ji pressed his voice, "I will tell you, don't cross the boundary."

"...I know." Li Ruichen said.

"You better know." Ding Ji said.

Li Ruichen smiled: "I really know, I will pay attention."

"It's not attention," Ding Ji said, "It's the right position. We are classmates, roommates, and friends. I thank you for helping cover a few times before, but we can't be "needs attention" to maintain. Relationship, understand?"

"Understood," Li Ruichen looked at him. "I see you like this for the first time."

"You poked me to switch." Ding Ji said.

"Is this right?" Lin Wuyu stood in front of the laser engraving machine and used the technique he learned for half an hour to cut a piece of thin silver metal.

"Yes." Lin Zhan nodded against the next table.

"Is it fun?" Qin Weiyu asked.

"It's interesting," Lin Wuyu said, "this lettering is simple."

"If you have anything you want, you can take it," Qin Weiyu said, "It's very simple, just set it up, you don't need to do it."

"Insulation Cup," Lin Wuyu said, "Engraved dedicated to school gods."

"For chicken breeding can also be used." Qin Weiyu said.

"Yes." Lin Wuyu nodded.

"Do you two do the right thing?" Lin Zhan said.

"Come," Qin Weiyu pushed him to the computer. "You have finalized the position of the characters, and there are patterns to ensure that you can do everything yourself."

"Good." Lin Wuyu said.

Lin Wuyu originally wanted to follow Qin Weiyu's idea. The four hollowed-out words on the metal can be used in a similar way to Tibetan poems, each sentence revealing a word, and opening is a sentence.

But this idea is very difficult to realize, he does not have such a high literary accomplishment, he can come up with such a thing in such a little time.

Lin Zhan also found a Tibetan poem generator for him, and took a "Chicken Handbook" to generate it.

"Cultivation of humility, halberd, Chongyi, holding a white feather fan, there is a battle." Lin Wuyu almost couldn't even read it, "This is a random sentence from a poem in Curry..."

"Forget it." Lin Zhan said.

"Forget it," Lin Wuyu said.

Therefore, it is still a single hollowed out word on each metal page. Except for the "chicken" page, the other three pages are quite good.

The content of chickens on each page cannot be written too much because of the size. They are all a few words.

But these words also cost Lin Wuyu a lot of thought.

Finally, he sat in front of the computer to operate, and then looked at the machine to sculpt, and produced four small silver book pages.

Small square, with holes in the upper left corner, you can use a chain to string them together, you can see the four characters on the four corners when you pull them together, and when there are staggered pieces, there are a few words in the middle of each piece , He wrote in Qin Weiyuqiang's laughter.

Hope Ding Ji can be satisfied.

"I'll find a box for you," Sun Minmin looked at this small pendant that was already finished. "It's pretty exquisite. Is the pattern around the dragon a small dragon?"

"Yes." Lin Wuyu nodded. "It's a dragon."

"Did you paint?" Sun Minmin asked again.

"What about your brain," Lin Zhan said, "can he still find me if he can draw it?"

"Also." Sun Minmin smiled happily for a long time, "Oh, I'll find you a box."

After tossing this gift, it took several hours. When Miao brother came home, he drove him to the door of the school.

After getting out of the car, he took out his mobile phone and looked at it. He found that Ding Ji had never contacted him, and he was very calm.

Just want to send Ding Ji a message to ask him if he wants to come out for a midnight snack. His cell phone suddenly got a call in, it was Dad.

Lin Wuyu stood there for a while, feeling his scalp tingling, and finally he clicked on the screen and hung up the phone.

Then mute the phone and make a call to Ding Ji.

"Yo." Ding Ji answered the phone, his voice a little lazy, "This is finally thinking of me."

"Come down for supper, brother chicken." Lin Wuyu asked.

"Don't eat supper," Ding Ji said, "but I can go down and eat supper with you."

"Come on." Lin Wuyu smiled and hung up the phone.

Then he put the phone in his pocket. He wasn't sure if Dad would call again, but he didn't want to answer the phone or hear the voice of Dad making him depressed.