Chapter 1222

In the misty drizzle, everyone was smiling, only Song Qiao Song Qiao was blocked outside like a gopher poking its head out, jumping up and down:

"Brother, what about mine? What is mine?"

Until he was pushed away by Song Tan extending her finger: "It's raining, everyone hurry back inside, we'll see later when we get in."

Song Qiao Song Qiao hadn't reacted yet, Song Song Sancheng had already quickly unpacked the package and stood on the corridor: "Song Qiao Song Qiao, look, is this fishing rod long? Come and take a photo for me."

Wu Lan also turned back to the house happily, opening her silk scarf gift box for the first time—to Song Tan's surprise, this wasn't the mulberry silk that Lu Chuan usually liked to use, but just ordinary, soft chiffon.

"Yo, getting down to earth?" She smiled.

Lu Chuan had already carried a few boxes back to the living room, and at this moment, looking at Wu Lan who was draping the long red gauze scarf over herself, he explained with a smile:

"This gauze scarf isn't expensive; I was mainly afraid that if I chose that kind of good material, it wouldn't look high-end if it was made too thin, and it wouldn't flutter if it was heavy, and it would be easy to snag in the flower field."

Wu Lan didn't care about the fabric!

"It's good that it's not expensive; I want this kind of inexpensive one. If it's too expensive, I'd have to worry about it when wearing it out, which is troublesome."

"Mm," Lu Chuan nodded with a smile: "There are 48 colors for this gauze scarf in total; I thought we couldn't just use this one for photos, so Auntie, you take photos first, and if they turn out well, we'll buy other colors later."

"For example, in the Chinese milk vetch field, we can use deep purple, and in the rapeseed field, we can use blue or orange-red, which should be more eye-catching."

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

48 colors!

Wu Lan's eyes were filled with longing, and she turned to lean over excitedly and asked:

"What colors are left? Let me see."

Song Qiao Song Qiao, who hadn't received his gift yet and still had to take photos for his dad of the long fishing rod that couldn't fit into the frame:...

After such a toss, by the time it was finally Song Qiao Song Qiao's turn, it was almost noon.

Seeing Biao Ye already preparing to cook, he approached pitifully: "Is it my turn?"

Lu Chuan laughed, hurriedly touched his head: "Sorry, I delayed our Song Qiao Song Qiao—come, this box is all your gifts."

"This one is for your good friend Chen Chi; should I pass it on, or should I give it to him when he comes to play?"

"Brother, give it!" Song Qiao Song Qiao said without hesitation: "I told Chen Chi, my brother is super super good-looking! 100 times better-looking than his brother!"

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

Lu Chuan:...

I don't know why, the first thing that flashed through his mind wasn't pride, but that short video popular online—

【My brother is the most powerful!】

【My brother is the most powerful!】

【My brother can eat shit!】

【My brother can too! He can eat a lot!】

This terrifying short video finally eroded his brain, so much so that he couldn't even laugh, and at this moment had to awkwardly change the subject:

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

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

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

Inside was a full set of 128-color oil pastels; the stepped box opened into 4 layers, looking like crayons, but the colors were exceptionally colorful.

Song Qiao Song Qiao turned to look at Lu Chuan instantly: "Is this for me to draw?"

"Mm," Lu Chuan nodded: "I heard Teacher Tang taught you to paint watercolors last year? Then I guess you might already have watercolor paints; these are oil pastels. I saw many children in the mall following along to color, maybe Song Qiao Song Qiao likes them too?"

"Like!" Song Qiao Song Qiao was extremely happy—so many colors! And they are just like crayons.

Actually, Song Qiao Song Qiao isn't particularly talented at drawing; Teacher Tang has dabbled in piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and has taught a little bit of everything, just letting him learn happily here, with no talent to speak of.

But, what child doesn't love to paint with all kinds of colors?

Song Qiao Song Qiao is no exception!

Even oil pastels, which can be applied with rich and heavy colors, make him happier than watercolors with their complicated procedures.

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

"I'm going to draw first, Brother!"

Climbing halfway, he turned around again, looking at another box: "Is Chen Chi's the same?"

Lu Chuan nodded: "But Song Qiao Song Qiao is more important to me, so there is another gift at the bottom of your box; wait for yourself to see."

At this moment, Song Qiao Song Qiao was simply overjoyed.

Until Biao Ye called him in the kitchen:

"Song Qiao Song Qiao, didn't you say you were going to cook two dishes yourself today?"

Watching the child excitedly move the gift upstairs, and then follow into the kitchen dejectedly, Song Tan asked Lu Chuan:

"What is the other gift?"

Lu Chuan smiled: "It's a tablet; I downloaded several oil pastel classes inside. It should be very interesting for him to follow the tutorials and paint."

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

Lu Chuan said seriously: "No."

"I'm actually not very good at these... However, if it's your family, it's actually very happy to put more heart into it."

"There are also electronic bracelets for Biao Ye and his wife and Aunt Lianhua; they aren't expensive, but I see you get along very well, so I prepared them."

This is indeed putting heart into it.

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

This time, the most expensive one is probably Song Song Sancheng's fishing rod; the others are very affordable, belonging to gifts that everyone can afford.

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

Song Tan also smiled.

The rain outside had stopped, Song Song Sancheng couldn't stretch out in the house, and had already pulled out the fishing rod, gesturing in the empty courtyard.

Wu Lan was discussing with Aunt Lianhua how to hold the red gauze scarf, and everyone was very happy.

In the empty living room, only the two of them were left sitting on the sofa. Song Tan simply stretched her arm through his coat and hugged Lu Chuan's strong and tense waist tightly again.

Then she looked up and smiled: "They all have gifts prepared with heart, what about mine?"

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

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

After a long while, he said in a low voice:

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