Chapter 1384: Ningcheng Invitation

Song Tan was on the second-floor terrace, and hearing this, she couldn't help but be curious: "Yang Zhengxin, I'm so close, why don't you call me?"

Yang Zhengxin leaned over the railing and took a look, then endured humiliation and said: "Sister, it's not that you can't take it..."

Song Tan was amused: "Are you so aggrieved?"

Yang Zhengxin wasn't aggrieved: "Sister, I've seen all your circles of friends. There are such good flowers in the garden, but you only know how to point the lens and take a big one, there's no composition at all."

"Look at my Lu Ge's again, he just didn't take the camera..."

"Hmm?"

Lu Chuan was responding to the call and going up the stairs. At this moment, he couldn't help but interrupt with a smile: "Some of them with composition and light sense were really taken by me with a camera—do I need to take the camera now?"

"No!" Yang Zhengxin waved his hand: "Just the phone is fine, I also want to post to my circle of friends—Lu Ge, wait a moment, I'll take a close-up of these flowers first."

Don't look at him complaining about Song Tan's technique, actually, he only knows how to point at the flowers when taking pictures of flowers himself. Lu Chuan looked at the flower basket and then at Chen Chi:

"Why did you think of giving a flower basket? Did you pick the flowers yourself?"

Chen Chi nodded ignorantly: "Everyone on TV gives flowers, Qiao Qiao said Brother, you also gave Sister flowers, and Sister was very happy—I also like flowers very much."

So in his heart, there was an equation: giving flowers = happy.

Lu Chuan carefully observed the flower basket that Yang Zhengxin was surrounding and taking pictures of—the long willow leaves on the tender willow basket had all been stripped clean, and the few cosmos flowers in the flower basket, also called Mexican asters, were common pink and white ones now common in the countryside.

Those that had already faded and could no longer be eaten were fluffy, set off by green stems and leaves, soft and wild.

Look at the few yellow dandelions dotted inside, the white sap on the dandelion stems had stained the green leaves of the speedwell, but because it was a large cluster placed obliquely against the narrow vase mouth, high and low, even if some flowers fell during the run, it didn't change its beauty.

Lu Chuan nodded and praised: "This bottle of flowers is arranged very beautifully, Chen Chi, you are very good at matching colors—have you finished the oil pastels from before?"

"No!" Chen Chi couldn't bear to finish such beautiful things. Everyone on the Internet cuts them into large pieces to use, but he couldn't bear it, and always breaks a willow branch to dip in color and paint on the paper.

Such colors are naturally not full, and they look foggy, with a lot of white, but now that Lu Chuan said so, even Yang Zhengxin looked at the flowers in front of him seriously.

Although he didn't have much aesthetics, he went to the flower shop every year to pick flowers for his mother. At this moment, staring at this bottle of wild flowers with exceptionally coordinated color matching, he couldn't help but be happy:

"Chen Chi, it is said that everyone has a particularly powerful place! Your particularly powerful place, besides being strong, now has one more: being good at matching colors! You are so amazing!"

Chen Chi blinked, although he didn't know what being good at matching colors could do, he had two amazing places!

The three young men gathered together, and it was another happy day.

And Song Tan asked Lu Chuan curiously: "Did you have friends who played around like this when you were in school?"

Lu Chuan thought for a while: "I had. But I was in the Imperial Capital with my mother—wherever she worked, I might have to go to school nearby, so friends couldn't last long."

Naturally, those who could accept his frequent transfers weren't good schools. At first, there were many naturally enthusiastic friends, but as time passed, he moved several times, and he became quieter and quieter. In the end, after 4 years of university, he didn't actually save any friendship.

"Would you feel regret?" Song Tan was a bit curious: "Because I don't seem to have any either."

Lu Chuan laughed: "Poor children only have survival in their heads. Other people's friendship is about eating, drinking, and watching movies, while we might be thinking about how to earn money and how to save money..."

If you are poor and have self-esteem, it will be even harder to accept other people's kindness, because you might not be able to repay it with a similar value.

But there is nothing to regret about this. Everyone's life is different. Is it possible that because others want to harvest a sincere friendship or love in school, they have to follow suit?

Song Tan laughed: "No wonder we two can be together, it seems our thoughts are really compatible!"

She couldn't remember too many things from the Cultivation World, but if there was friendship worth remembering, she shouldn't have forgotten it so thoroughly. In the final analysis, other people's cultivation career is to walk on the path of the strong, while she only wanted to live well from beginning to end.

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

Song Tan thought to herself, if I want to remember them, I have to work hard to find memories. If I have that effort, it's better to lie flat at home and swipe my phone, how comfortable!

So she simply replied: "No particularly close friends."

Just as they were talking, the phone suddenly rang. Looking at the message, it was actually Huo Xueying, who hadn't been in touch for a long time.

Although they were just colleagues, she was the girl Song Tan had the most contact with after waking up, and later she spared no effort to promote their family, and often complained about her weird boss...

In short, although Song Tan couldn't keep in touch all the time, she answered every question as much as possible.

At this moment, Huo Xueying's cheerful words seemed to jump on the screen:

"Song Tan, when are you coming to Ningcheng? I talked to a boyfriend during the New Year, he said he was your college classmate!"

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

Honestly, Song Tan had no interest in gatherings. But bringing family members...

"Hey."

She gently touched Lu Chuan with her shoulder: "We two haven't gone out to play alone, right?"

"Hmm..."

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 the children weren't his own. And the business wasn't smooth—he prepared to turn the tables and invest in the film and television industry, and now the project hasn't started yet, but it has already become a bottomless pit..."

Song Tan was surprised: "You want to mock him severely?"

Lu Chuan raised his eyebrows, a long red scar on his eyebrow tail was very vivid: "How could it be? I'm going to contact friends in Ningcheng to help, and close the deal. It's best if he can never find me."

Wow, he is really a sesame heart! Small and black! She likes it!

At this moment, Song Tan also replied to Huo Xueying without hesitation: "Okay, just happen to have time these two days, I'll bring something delicious to see you." ===== CHAPTER 1385 =====