Chapter 39 Can You Give It to Me Now?

It was almost two o'clock when they returned to the museum. Wei Chuan followed Meng Tang and did hard labor, carrying a bunch of dolls.

Meng Tang told the planning specialist about giving the child a doll, and the other party readily agreed. Wei Chuan was given a good guy card.

It was natural for him to stay and appointed himself Meng Tang's assistant.

The doll was placed in the corner and the child didn't see it when he came in. Wei Chuan said it could be a little surprise.

After settling the children, Meng Tang held up a piece of wood and said loudly:

"This is a piece of basswood, prepared by the museum. I think its size and thickness are suitable for carving a bookmark. What do you think?"

"Okay~" the child said with a long tail tone.

"Teacher, what are you going to carve?"

Meng Tang smiled and asked, "What patterns do you like?"

"Dinosaur."

"Four-leaf clover."

"My mother."

"Nezha."

"No, I want Ao Bing."

"I want Ao Bing's father."

“…”

Meng Tang was both amused and confused, and felt that watching the movie was not in vain.

A bunch of demons. Wei Chuan pretended to be serious and coughed twice: "Stop arguing."

Not to mention, he's tall and strong, and just standing there, it's quite effective.

Seeing that the children were really "scared", Meng Tang curled his lips.

"Let's carve a koi fish." Meng Tang looked at the children, "Koi fish playing in the waves."

When the children heard this, they started discussing the body shape of the koi, but they all agreed that it should be fat.

Meng Tang responded with a "OK" and began to carve along the direction of the basswood fibers, explaining to the children from time to time.

Wei Chuan also watched the drawing and body shaping very seriously.

When it was the eyes' turn, a little girl asked a lot of questions and Meng Tang patiently explained them to her.

Wei Chuan looked at her and felt that she was like a piece of porcelain with a glossy glaze standing in the light and shadow, quiet and gentle.

Three o'clock passed unknowingly, and Meng Tang finally raised her head. She showed the carvings to the children.

"Wow, it's so beautiful, just like the real thing."

"Teacher, can you give it to me?"

"I want it too."

"And me, please, teacher."

Wei Chuan squeezed over: "I want one too."

"..." Meng Tang raised his head, "Are you snatching things from a child?"

Wei Chuan snorted and laughed: "It's just a thin bookmark, and it can't be split into 22 pieces, so why not give it to me."

Meng Tang looked at the raised arms in embarrassment.

It's just a bookmark, and it's not good to give it to anyone.

"Wait a moment." Wei Chuan said, then picked up a bag of dolls from the corner and held it up: "Who wants this?"

“I, I, I, I…”

There was no one at Meng Tang's place in an instant.

Wei Chuan opened the bag and said, "Line up, one for each of you. You guys did a great job today."

The children lined up obediently. Wei Chuan walked around them, snatched the bookmark from Meng Tang's hand, and said confidently, "You can give it to me now."

Meng Tang can only give it to him, can he snatch it back?

Everyone received an unexpected little gift, and the child's face flushed with excitement when he went out.

Meng Tang breathed a sigh of relief, finally finishing his work.

"Let's go back to school." She turned and said to Wei Chuan.

Wei Chuan glanced at his phone. It wasn't even four o'clock yet, so he suggested, "How about we go shopping? Don't you have a piece of art here?"

"It's not in this area." Meng Tang said, "It's too late to go shopping now. This place is very big, and didn't you say you were having dinner tonight? We'll have to take the subway back, and it will take dozens of minutes to get there."

Wei Chuan glanced at the remaining dolls and realized that he couldn't keep them around for long. He followed Meng Tang's advice and said, "Let's go back."

After saying goodbye to the staff in the museum, Meng Tang had just left when Xun Li'an suddenly caught up with her and called her.

Meng Tang turned around suspiciously: "Director Xun, do you have anything else to say?"

Xun Li'an: "The original craftsman called to thank you for your help and wanted your contact information."

"No need." Meng Tang raised his lips and smiled, "I believe in destiny. Director, you are busy, my classmates and I will leave first."

After leaving the museum, Wei Chuan asked her curiously, "Why didn't you give me your contact information? Are you worried they might be scammers?"

Meng Tang laughed: "How do you know he's a liar? There shouldn't be any problem with the people invited by the museum, but socializing is tedious and I just don't want to do it."

From the museum to the school, you have to change lines once.

It was not many people around in the afternoon. Wei Chuan sat next to Meng Tang holding a bookmark, flipping through the books carefully and reading them over and over again.

An old man next to him couldn't help but come over and ask him, "Hey young man, where did you buy this bookmark?"

Wei Chuan tilted his head to glance at Meng Tang and said, "You can't buy it. It's the only one of its kind in the world."

"Wow, that's really good." The old man expressed his admiration without hiding it at all. "The knife marks are like fine threads, and the fish tail is like a cicada's wing."

Wei Chuan was very happy to be praised by others and said, "I think so too."

He lowered his head and shook the bookmark lightly, and as the perspective changed, he had the illusion of swaying waves.

The old man praised again: "Every carving is precisely controlled, the fish tail is full of wind and lifelike, the craftsmanship is really good."

Meng Tang leaned forward slightly: "Uncle, do you know anything about wood carving?"

Uncle: "Not really, I just like going to the stalls."

Judging from the accent, he is from the north. Wei Chuan seemed to have found a close friend and said that his ancestral home was also in the north, and his grandfather moved here. His grandmother and mother are both from the south.

Meng Tang glanced at Wei Chuan. No wonder he was so tall, but he didn't look rough at all.

It can be seen that the genes of the north and the south have been well integrated.

After changing lines, I said goodbye to the old man.

Wei Chuan carefully put the bookmark into his bag to prevent his group of tactless roommates from snatching it away like robbers.

Meng Tang noticed his movements and said with a smile: "Baby, you like reading books even though you are like this?"

Wei Chuan first shook his head, then nodded vigorously, but Meng Tang didn't understand.

"Like it or not?"

Wei Chuan coughed and said, "I'm starting to like it now. How about going to the Xinhua Bookstore?"

Meng Tang chuckled, "Let's go back to school."

Wei Chuan was embarrassed for a moment.

Books contain golden houses, books contain beautiful women, and he has a vivid fish. He probably won’t feel sleepy when reading in the future.

They finally arrived at Z Station, and Meng Tang and Wei Chuan headed towards the exit.

There were stalls along the exit, selling all kinds of things. Wei Chuan accidentally spotted one selling jewelry and pointed at it, saying:

"That keychain is very similar to the one on Xie Lingyin's backpack, but it's not as exquisite as hers."

Meng Tang followed his gaze and laughed, "That's a pirated copy, naturally not as exquisite as Lingyin's. Hers is a co-branded piece from a certain brand, and the price is several times higher than what you'll find at this stall."

Wei Chuan ignored the enthusiastic gazes of the stall owners and said, "You know it quite well."

Meng Tang said: "Because it's mine, I naturally know it."

She was a little hungry and stared at the stalls along the way, thinking of buying something to eat.

Unexpectedly, Wei Chuan suddenly pressed her shoulders: "Yours?"

"Yes, I gave it to her." Meng Tang said, "One time she forgot to bring her key and came to the wood carving studio to ask me for it. She casually praised me, and I gave it to her."

Wei Chuan: "...she accepted it?"

He always thought it was a backpack pendant, but he didn't expect it to be a keychain.

Meng Tang nodded blankly: "It's not expensive."

Wei Chuan: “…”

Then what about the rose on the confession gift he asked her to carve?

After all this time, it turns out that the one who likes the Little Rose Prince is Meng Tang?