He took the cardboard box from Fang Hua with a helpless expression, and asked him to pick up the coins on the ground and take the diary with him.
Fang Hua was initially unwilling, but Fang Rong said that the diary was very important to him and that he should keep it safe and not lose it, so he agreed.
She even tucked her diary into her chest and would touch it from time to time to prevent it from falling out.
Actually, the parking lot wasn't far away; his car was parked not far off. He should have let Fang Hua get in the car first before taking the diary.
Because he was in a hurry and forgot, Fang Hua wasted so much time and effort.
He lifted the box and stuck out his backside, saying, "The car keys are in my pocket, could you get them?"
"Oh." Fang Hua's slender hand reached into his back pocket. Because his pants were tight and he had just run fast, he was sweaty and sticky. As soon as Fang Hua's fingers went in, he stiffened.
It felt like being touched; a strange sensation came from there.
Fang Hua was unaware that he was reaching deeper and deeper until he touched a hard lump at the very back before pulling it out.
"Is this it?" He shook the key in his hand.
"Okay." To be honest, Fang Rong breathed a sigh of relief. It had been torture just now. He didn't know why he suddenly felt a little restless. He glanced at the maglev car to cover his unease. "Open the door."
"Oh." Fang Hua pressed the largest button in the middle, the car beeped twice, the trunk door opened automatically, he put the box in, and he and Fang Hua sat in the front seat and drove away.
I took one last look at this place before driving away. After all, it's a place I've lived in for seven or eight years, and I've developed an attachment to it. I felt a little reluctant to leave.
"Fasten your seatbelt." Fang Rong pointed to the seatbelt behind Fang Hua.
"Huh?" Fang Hua was puzzled.
"Fine, I'll help you." Fang Rong gave up on communicating, pulled the seatbelt next to him, wrapped it around half of his body, and fastened it.
"Alright, let's go." He clapped his hands, blew the dust off his hands; the seatbelt hadn't been used in a long time and was a bit dirty.
Honestly, it felt really good to drive his own car. Even though it wasn't a great car, he was still incredibly excited when he first bought it. He drove around the whole city again and again until he ran out of gas before painstakingly pushing it back home.
"I don't know if I'll have the chance to drive this car again in the future." After all, I live in the dormitory, which is very close to the base. It only takes ten minutes to get there, including brushing my teeth and washing my face.
"It seems we can't open it." Fang Rong said with some disappointment.
However, if you can't open it, you can sell it. Even if the money is small, it's still money.
The company contributed some money when we bought this car, so the price was very affordable. We won't lose money no matter what if we sell it.
He talked to himself the whole way. Every time he spoke, Fang Hua thought he was talking to him. He couldn't help but look up, then look up again. When he realized he wasn't talking to him, he was a little disappointed and lazily squinted his eyes, pretending to doze off.
A yellow sedan drove through the bustling streets and finally stopped in front of a base.
"We're here." Fang Rong shook him awake. "Get out of the car!"
Originally, Meng Xiuyuan wanted them to stay for two days, but Fang Rong refused. It would be like taking leave right after starting work, which would leave a bad impression. Besides, Meng Xiuyuan wasn't being generous because of Fang Hua, so Fang Rong declined.
When he refused, Fang Hua naturally followed him without saying a word, so they only had one day to tidy up the room.
You have to get everything in order before you can go to the army with peace of mind.
Fang Rong usually enjoys tidying up small things, probably because he's so bored. He'll clean up every nook and cranny of the house, and if he's still bored, he'll cut paper snowflakes and make a little money.
Because the pay is low and the craft is time-consuming (a set of twelve zodiac animals only costs ten yuan), he rarely does it. He only tries to come up with new designs when he has nothing else to do.
He also liked to buy books, so a small portion of his box was filled with books, including all kinds of novels. Nowadays, with the development of e-books, it is rare to find books published in physical print, but Fang Rong liked the smell of paper and ink.
He first asked Fang Hua to wipe the areas that needed wiping, and then they mopped the floor together, one with a mop and the other with a towel.
Fang Rong was doing most of the work himself, so he used a mop. He was worried that Fang Hua would be bored by himself, so he found him a towel to step on and wipe the floor.
He is very conscientious and never complains about how much or how little he does. He doesn't even have the impatience that young people should have. Some people complain for ages when they ask him to do even a little more work, thinking that it's a personal attack on him.
After mopping the floor, the two went to the bathroom to do laundry. It's 2180 now, and there are complete washing machines that offer a one-stop service for washing, spinning, and drying. But they still need to take the clothes out to air them.
Fang Rong used a clothes hanger to hang the clothes, and Fang Hua ran up and down to the balcony to hang them. The only thing that satisfied Fang Rong was the balcony; it was much bigger than she had imagined, and hanging clothes and growing vegetables would not be a problem.
His original balcony was too small, so he could only grow potted plants. Now, he can set aside half of the balcony to grow vegetables that he usually uses for meals, since those things are very expensive to buy outside.
After hanging up the clothes, I cleaned the kitchen, and also cleaned both bedrooms. Finally, I tore off the plastic film covering the sofa and other furniture.
Because of the unreasonable decoration and dislike of the furniture placement, Fang Rong wanted to move the sofa, but the sofa was too heavy and too big, and he couldn't move it by himself.
"Fang Hua, come and help."
Fang Hua was changing a light bulb. Because it was a bit long, the other end didn't fit, and he was having a hard time connecting it.
"Okay." Fang Hua gave up when he still couldn't install the light tube. He took two quick steps and lifted the sofa, which was over two meters long and weighed several hundred kilograms, into his arms.
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