Chapter 159 Pen
Lin Yuzhu was very happy after receiving the gift, but he knew that he was spending the money he had saved with great difficulty, so he felt unworthy.
Plus he mentioned our wedding anniversary that day, so I thought I should buy him a gift.
As for what to buy, Lin Yuzhu hasn't decided yet and plans to go shopping in the department store after get off work.
Lin Yuzhu did what she said. The next day after get off work, she went to the department store. After shopping around, she came out with an exquisite pen in her pocket.
In fact, she had wanted to buy him a watch. Neither of them had a watch now. The only thing at home was an old broken mechanical clock that Gu Weidong had helped buy from a trust store. It was still usable after being repaired.
However, this kind of clock must be wound regularly, otherwise it will stop working. One time they forgot to wind it, and when they remembered, a long time had passed and they didn’t know the real time. They could only go to the house in the village that had a clock and ask for help to wind it again, which was very troublesome.
Lin Yuzhu thought that Zhao Yanshu needed to check the time frequently when he went to school, so it would be much more convenient to have a watch.
However, after asking around, she couldn't get a watch ticket, and those that didn't require a ticket were all imported, and she couldn't afford them, so she didn't buy it in the end. So she chose a pen for him, but she didn't know if he would like it.
After returning home, Lin Yuzhu secretly placed the pen on the desk where he usually wrote without telling him, waiting for him to find it himself.
I thought Zhao Yanshu would find out when she was writing after work tomorrow, but I didn't expect that when he went to organize what he had written today before going to bed at night, he suddenly saw a new pen on the table that was obviously very valuable.
I immediately understood what was going on.
Feeling a little surprised, a new smile appeared on her face. She picked up the pen, looked at it carefully, and put it away carefully before continuing to pack her things.
After cleaning up and lying down on the kang, Zhao Yanshu suddenly turned sideways and hugged Lin Yuzhu. He didn't do anything else, just hugged her like that.
Lin Yuzhu was a little surprised, "What's wrong?"
Then she heard Zhao Yanshu's voice in her ears, "I saw the pen you bought for me."
Lin Yuzhu understood and asked nervously: "Well, how is it, do you like it?"
Zhao Yanshu nodded, "I like it. It should be very expensive, right?"
"Not expensive, not as expensive as a skirt and leather shoes."
"That's expensive too." Zhao Yanshu wanted to say that it was a waste for him to use such a pen, so he should just return it, but the joy in his heart told him that he was very happy. It was the first time he received a gift and he wanted to keep it, so he thought about it and didn't say anything.
Lin Yuzhu didn't know what he was thinking, she just smiled and finally felt relieved.
"I'm glad you like it. Your previous pen is already very old and it always leaks ink. You can use this new one from now on. It will be more convenient for writing. This way, if you write good works in the future, it will be my contribution as well."
Zhao Yanshu also laughed after hearing this, "Don't worry, everything I have today is due to you."
Lin Yuzhu was happy to hear him say that. It seemed that Zhao Yanshu in this life was better at speaking. Well, he could say things that she liked to hear.
Thinking of this, Lin Yuzhu couldn't help laughing.
As if he could see her happiness, Zhao Yanshu also smiled, hugged her tighter, and whispered, "It's so good to have you!"
"Huh? What?" Because the voice was too soft, Lin Yuzhu, who was immersed in her own emotions, didn't hear clearly.
Zhao Yanshu's ears were red at this moment, and he didn't feel comfortable saying it again. Lin Yuzhu didn't care either. She just knew that he liked the gift she bought very much.
That night, the two seemed to be closer and their relationship more intimate.
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