Chapter 10 She Removed the Stitches, Why Did You Call Me?
Meng Tang changed his clothes, said goodbye to his roommates and went downstairs first.
Wei Chuan was leaning against his Land Rover Defender, playing games with his head down. The girls passing by deliberately slowed down their pace, all wanting to know who he was waiting for.
Meng Tang trotted over: "Wei Chuan."
Wei Chuan subconsciously raised his eyes and suddenly paused.
Meng Tang had her long hair loose, half of which fell on her right shoulder. She was wearing a white dress that looked like a night-blooming cereus, quietly blooming with beauty. It was not ostentatious, but it attracted people's attention.
The first time Wei Chuan saw Meng Tang with her long hair flying, her polite smile reduced her coldness by three points and made her more gentle.
"Sorry." Meng Tang said as he put on his loose shirt, "Lingyin wanted to take a shower first, so she didn't come down."
Wei Chuan came back to his senses, his eyes flickering slightly: "Why apologize?"
Meng Tang said, "I thought you would want to spend more time with her."
Wei Chuan opened the passenger door for her and said, "What are you thinking about? Do you think I'm someone who cares about the moment?"
Meng Tang didn't want anyone to drive him, so he had to climb into the passenger seat.
"Be careful." Wei Chuan supported her wrist gently, and upon closer inspection, he seemed a little nervous.
Ever since Shi Lan mentioned the preciousness of Meng Tang's hands, he always felt that they were made of gold when he looked at them, and he unconsciously wanted to protect them.
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore." Meng Tang saw a classmate passing by with a deliberate glance and reminded Wei Chuan: "Hurry up and leave, there are a lot of people watching."
Meng Tang had gradually become familiar with Wei Chuan these days, and his tone in front of him was no longer as reserved as before.
Wei Chuan walked around the front of the car and got into the driver's seat and asked, "Which restaurant did you book?"
Meng Tang said the name: "I don't quite understand it, I looked it up online, and the reviews are pretty good."
Meng Tang is not short of money, but he does not have high material desires. He does not own any brand-name goods, so naturally he does not know much about restaurants.
After searching online for a long time, I finally chose a local cuisine restaurant not far from the school, with an average cost of about 500 yuan per person.
Wei Chuan raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's your roommate's family background like?"
He knew this restaurant. The average price per person was 500 to 600 yuan, so six people would cost 2,000 to 3,000 yuan.
Meng Tang said: "They are all good."
Wei Chuan nodded: "Okay, this restaurant."
After arriving at the restaurant, the two were led into a private room, and Meng Tang directly asked Wei Chuan to order the dishes.
Wei Chuan was not polite and ordered two cold dishes, crystal braised pork and fermented rice bowl, as well as crab meat tofu, braised pork liver with soybean sauce and pickled pork with preserved vegetables.
"You do the rest."
Meng Tang hesitated for a while and asked the waiter for a recommendation.
The waiter pushed three or four dishes to her, and she asked Wei Chuan, "What do you think?"
Wei Chuan said, "Okay, Xu Heqing is not picky."
"That's not what I meant." Meng Tang's face flushed. "I'm inviting you to dinner."
But quite a few people did come. Meng Tang realized later that he had done something wrong and quickly added, "I'll treat you alone next time."
Shi Lan helped her this afternoon, and she didn't want to leave her alone to face Wang Jue, so she asked casually.
Since we are bringing Shi Lan, we can’t forget the other people in the dormitory, but we have neglected the person we really want to invite.
"No need." Wei Chuan said with a smile, "Do I need a meal from you?"
Meng Tang smiled, and the private room fell into silence for a moment.
She pulled out her phone and asked herself, "Let me see if they're here."
Wei Chuan hummed, his eyes falling on the bright red cherry nipple on her left side.
This is the only bright color on Meng Tang's body, like a red mole on fair skin, dazzling the eyes.
When he came back to his senses, three minutes had passed. Wei Chuan coughed dryly, breaking the silence:
"After hearing what Shi Lan said this afternoon, I feel embarrassed to ask you to carve something for me. It's a waste of your talent."
Meng Tang raised his eyes: "Shi Lan is exaggerating."
"No." Wei Chuan said, "I went to your art academy's official website and looked at the admissions brochure on the homepage."
He really didn't expect Meng Tang to be so powerful, more powerful than he had imagined.
Meng Tang really didn't deserve to be praised. He scratched his face helplessly and said modestly, "I just learned it early."
"How old were you when you started learning this?" Wei Chuan was genuinely curious. "Is it very hard?"
"I started whittling wood when I was five," Meng Tang said. "I didn't go to kindergarten, so it was a little difficult at first, but I got used to it."
In fact, basic skills are the most difficult and the most boring.
The thickness of the wooden strips should be uniform, and the error should not exceed 0.5 mm.
The old man would ask her to do it again after just one look. She didn't know how many times she did it. Her fingers were rubbed and scabby, then rubbed and scabby again... This went on for four seasons.
Even when I later practiced drawing lines, learned to sharpen knives, and chisel geometric shapes, I still had to carve wooden strips.
Fortunately, she had good strength and some talent, so the old man allowed her to have her face opened a year earlier, when she was 15 years old.
In the wood carving industry, there has always been a saying that "it takes ten years to sharpen the knife, ten years to chisel the blank, ten years to carve the surface, and thirty years to finally move a single eyebrow of the Bodhisattva."
So Meng Tang didn’t feel it was hard, he just felt it was what he should do.
She said it lightly, but Wei Chuan felt heavy listening to it.
He has been playing basketball since elementary school and just regarded it as a sport.
No matter how hard or tiring it is, just get some sleep and you will be fine. You will also have your coach and family to comfort you.
It’s different from people like Meng Tang who learn a craft.
Craftsmen are very demanding. Meng Tang deals with carving knives and wood all day long, and not only has to endure mental fatigue, but also physical pain.
It is truly admirable that such a young girl has such perseverance.
Provincial Museum...
Wei Chuan muttered to himself that he must go and see it when he has time.
The phone rang, and Wei Chuan saw it was Wei Mingzhu, so he picked it up: "Aunt."
Wei Mingzhu said on the other end, "The stitches will be removed tomorrow, don't forget."
"Huh?" Wei Chuan was stunned at first, then he reacted and looked at Meng Tang, "Are you talking about Meng Tang?"
"What else?" Wei Mingzhu asked back.
"No," Wei Chuan didn't understand. "She's having her stitches removed. Why are you calling me?"
Wei Mingzhu tutted her tongue curiously, "Aren't you two boyfriend and girlfriend?"
"...Aunt, my dear aunt." Wei Chuan lowered his voice and said, "Don't make up your mind. We are serious classmates with a legitimate background."
"Classmates?" Wei Mingzhu was a little skeptical. "The way you screamed for help that day made me think you were the one who fainted."
"It's the first time I've seen so much blood. I'm a little anxious." Wei Chuan almost swore.
"Really?"
"without."
Wei Mingzhu didn't get to eat the melon and directly cut off the communication.
Wei Chuan laughed awkwardly: "My aunt is reminding you to remove the stitches tomorrow."
Meng Tang understood what Wei Mingzhu meant from Wei Chuan's words, and his face turned red.
"I'm sorry for causing you to be misunderstood."
"It's okay." Wei Chuan was also a little uncomfortable, racking his brains to find something to say, "By the way, did Xu Heqing add you?"
Meng Tang shook his head: "No."
Wei Chuan comforted her: "It's okay, he doesn't easily add people, I will find you a chance today."
"Forget it."
This is too blatant, no one is stupid.
Meng Tang once saw a post online from the perspective of a secret admirer, and she didn't want to cause any trouble to Xu Heqing.
Wei Chuan couldn't understand her mentality and asked, "Meng Tang, are you really not going to confess?"
"Who are you confessing to?"
As Wei Chuan finished speaking, a faint laugh came from behind the screen between the door and the dining table.
Meng Tang's body tensed up. Why didn't Xu Heqing make any noise when he entered the room?
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