Chapter 26 [VIP]
Han Shu searched for a long time but still couldn't find it, so she had no choice but to buy a silk scarf.
Back on the beach and at the photography spot, she eagerly searched around with her camera, trying to capture a cool photo of Wenzhiyu's fancy water dive. Passing the leisurely surfers in the waiting area and the hard-working students from other clubs, she finally found that familiar figure on the western side of the sea.
Just then, a wave crashed up, and Wen Zhiyu, lying on the board, glanced back at the distance before swinging his arms and starting to water ski.
Han Shu: ?
She hasn't learned to swim yet.
How come the world has changed so much in just fifteen minutes?
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
She closed one eye, looked through the viewfinder, and her hand on the shutter button was ready to capture the shot.
Not having recorded the scene of Wen Zhiyu falling face-first into the dirt while playing on the bouncy pole was a lifelong regret for her, and today, she is going to make up for that regret.
When you're lying on the board, you can only feel the changes in speed and the sensation of the surfboard pressing down on the water after you pick up speed. But from a second-person perspective, you can clearly see the undulations of the green waves and the steepness created by the surfboard being pushed against the wave walls.
When the tail of the board and the wave crest met within half a meter, the surfboard began to dive downwards. Coach Xiaoyu seemed to shout something, and Wen Zhiyu immediately increased the speed of his waterskiing.
Almost in the blink of an eye, he was already standing steadily on the surfboard, and only jumped into the sea when he got closer to the shallower part of the beach.
Han Shu: ? ? ?
What is she, who fell and spun around in the sea and only learned to stand on a board after two lessons?
During the entire class period, the attempt to catch the dog eating poop failed, and all that was gained was a bunch of handsome photos.
When Wen Zhiyu nimbly carried the surfboard back to the beach, she was still holding her camera, questioning the meaning of life.
"bath towel."
Han Shu almost looked up, but then his head spun ninety degrees around his neck as he offered the silk scarf, his posture subservient, almost bowing and scraping with a smile, "I couldn't find a bath towel. This... will have to do."
When Wen Zhiyu saw the lush green color scheme, his eyes twitched, but he didn't say anything. He took the apron and put it on, saying, "I'll take a shower and then come back."
Han Shu didn't look directly at him, but kept glancing at him out of the corner of his eye. Once he finished tidying up, he quickly raised his camera and snapped a picture.
Wen Zhiyu: ...
Han Shu immediately looked back at the photo. In it, the man was staring blankly at the camera. Although he didn't look bad in the photo, the red swim trunks with a green scarf were quite comical. Satisfied, she stood up, patting the sand off her legs and buttocks. "Let's go!"
Wen Zhiyu took in everything, chuckled softly, and followed with his surfboard.
Han Shu's bare feet trod across the sand, leaving a trail of footprints. Wen Zhiyu walked slightly behind her, leaving a trail of footprints with slightly larger strides.
"Hey, how do you learn so fast?"
"Is it fast?"
Han Shu glared at him angrily, noticing that his exposed skin was slightly red. So she went around to the other side of the surfboard, stood on tiptoe, and raised the umbrella a little higher.
A shadow fell, and Wen Zhiyu's half-closed eyes were able to fully open. The girl's arm, which had been swaying from the exertion, was right in front of him. He grasped the upper part of the umbrella handle. "Let me do it."
Han Shu didn't respond, but she let go of his hand and shook her arm. Sharing an umbrella with a master was too tiring; she was happy to relax.
The two sets of footprints became synchronized.
Han Shu was still questioning his life choices, muttering, "You stay home all day and don't exercise, so why are you so thin but still have muscles?"
Wen Zhiyu sighed helplessly, "Who said I don't exercise?"
Han Shu tilted his head, his eyes wide open, "You...exercise?"
"Um."
"Playing on vaulting poles and kayaking don't count."
Wen Zhiyu chuckled, "I've been exercising regularly."
"Then why haven't I seen you go out for a run or go to the gym or anything?"
"Because there's a gym right in my house. It's on the second floor."
Han Shu: ...
I'll fight you rich people to the death.
Just then, Coach Xiaoyu caught up from behind. "You learn really fast, handsome guy, and your strokes are perfect. You must exercise regularly, right?"
"Mm." Wen Zhiyu nodded.
Xiao Yu then said to Han Shu, "You'll be practicing paddling in the next class too, and your arms might hurt a lot afterwards!"
"Oh..." Han Shu replied listlessly, "Do I have to work out to learn surfing?"
"The key is to have strong core and arms. People who work out can get started relatively quickly." Xiaoyu paused, then added, "For someone like you who can't lift heavy loads, the effects of working out will be very noticeable."
"..."
Xiao Yu greeted the two of them and left first, leaving Han Shu alone to lick his wounded heart.
Seeing that she remained silent for a long time, Wen Zhiyu became wary. "It's clearly written in the check-in manual that guests are not allowed to go to the second floor. You can't go to my gym."
Han Shu retorted fiercely, "Who said we were going!"
Wen Zhiyu shrugged. He didn't care about her attitude, as long as she didn't invade his private space.
Back in Jielang, Wen Zhiyu went to swim in the sand, while Han Shu went to find Chun Jing.
The shop was getting busier. Jie Lang is a surf club and a coffee shop, famous for its excellent location, elegant interior, and stunning sea views through its windows. Besides surfers, many tourists visiting Houhai also come to check it out. As a result, Chun Jing, her boyfriend, and the other two staff members were all extremely busy.
The espresso machines are running non-stop, and there are too many to handle at Chunjingbian. Why don't you just take one home?
"Yes, Ka," he said, handing the camera back. "This is fine."
On the return journey,
Han Shu huddled in the passenger seat, trying his best to ignore the red that the green striped scarf and plastic bag couldn't hide in the back seat. He felt uncomfortable all over, so he made conversation by asking, "You seem to be in a good mood today. Did you find any inspiration?"
“New themes? No.” Wen said, “My old profession, I’ve thought of one.”
"So, is there anything you want to ask me?"
"have."
Han Shu waved his hand boldly, "Ask away!"
It's been a while since I answered any questions about Shenjin, and I've missed it a bit.
The green light ahead counted down, followed by a flashing yellow light. Wen Zhiyu smoothly parked the car and looked at her intently. "If you're going to volunteer, will you have to stay here all day?"
"..." Han Shu rolled his eyes. "Maybe."
Does that mean he'll have to stay here all day? Wen Zhiyu frowned.
Han Shu immediately saw what he was thinking and said irritably, "Just lend me your car, then you won't have to go through all this trouble."
Two seconds left on the red light. Wen Zhiyu looked away. "Dream on."
"Ha!" Han Shu said nonchalantly, "Then you can stay at the club with me all day, or you can go home first after dropping me off and then come pick me up in the evening."
—It's not her who's been running around and working hard.
Wen Zhiyu didn't say whether it was good or bad, but instead lit up and said, "June 26th, the first question."
After several cries of "wolf," Han Shu lost interest and became disillusioned. He then asked...
"If every night after you fall asleep, your soul could leave your body and move freely, but could only do one thing, what would you choose to do?"
"Hey!" Han Shu straightened up and said without hesitation, "Then I want to be a drop of seawater."
Wen Zhiyu was taken aback. "Seawater?"
"That's right! They've all separated from their bodies, so they can go wherever they want. Of course, we should go and see the Mariana Trench."
Wen Zhiyu lightly tapped the steering wheel with his index finger, then chuckled, "Since you've already separated from your body, why don't you go steal a safe from a bank?"
Han Shu sighed and shook his head. "It's good to be rich, but not everyone can go to the Mariana Trench. Let's give way to ideals over money."
Wen Zhiyu smiled and shook his head, "What if it's something that only humans can do?"
"Why are there conditions?" Han Shu complained, but after thinking about it seriously for a while, "Then I'll go plant flowers!"
This was a simple and unadorned answer. Wen Zhiyu raised an eyebrow. "Hmm? That's it?"
"What do you mean 'that's all'?" Han Shu slapped his thigh. "I used to work overtime every day, and I wouldn't get home until 10 or 11 at night. I had no time to take care of my plants. Forget about caladiums and monstera, even pothos plants died one after another. It would be so much better if I could leave my body and tend to the gardens of the rich, earn money and enjoy gardening time!"
Xiao Lan led the two of them home.
As soon as Wen Zhiyu got out of the car, he ran to the storage cabinet in the corner of the garage and started rummaging through it. Han Shu didn't know what kind of magic he had found and was about to go back inside when he rushed back, saying, "Here you go."
Han Shu was baffled. "What?"
"Gardening tools, seeds." Wen Zhiyu handed her the bucket and then took out his phone.
The WeChat notification sound has gone off.
Han Shu opened the transfer and saw that 1,000 yuan had been transferred with the note "gardening commission".
Han Shu: ...
Are you sick?
Wen Zhiyu's eyes sparkled. "Is that enough? Add more if needed?"
"..." Han Shu slowly released his grip, and the bucket fell to the ground with a thud. "Excuse me, am I experiencing an out-of-body experience right now?"
Wen Zhiyu waved his hand dismissively, "Two thousand?"
"..."
"Two thousand?"
"..."
"Ten thousand?"
Han Shu couldn't stand it anymore and gestured for them to stop, "I ask you, if you're spending so much money, why don't you hire a professional gardener?"
Wen Zhiyu scratched his chin. "I don't like strangers coming to my house."
"Then why are you running a bed and breakfast?" Han Shu was speechless and laughed. "Even if we take a step back, I'm a stranger to you!"
Wen Zhiyu's expectations were dashed, and his expression visibly darkened. He pursed his thin lips repeatedly. "Is that you?"
They had only known each other for ten days, and their understanding of each other was not deep. Although they weren't complete strangers, they were by no means familiar with each other. Han Shu hesitated, "Isn't it—?"
Wen Zhiyu turned and left.
Han Shu was completely baffled. "Hey! Hey! What do we do with all this stuff?"
No one answered. That cold, aloof figure flashed past in the front yard and disappeared from sight.
She scratched her head, staring at the tools and seeds scattered on the ground with a troubled expression.
What's wrong with this person now? Wasn't he just enthusiastically offering to pay her up? Why the sudden change of attitude? Where is he heading off in such a huff?
"Why are you acting like a little girl? Did you run back to your bedroom and cry under the covers?"
Han Shu silently complained, then silently threw the seeds and tools back into the bucket.
Wen Zhiyu rushed back to the bedroom, took another shower, and before even drying his hair, threw the towel aside, collapsed onto the bed, face down, and lay motionless on the pillow.
stranger.
Han Shu said he was a stranger.
Wen Zhiyu angrily rolled over and lay on his back, staring angrily at the ceiling.
He agreed to let her stay at his house long-term, although he didn't want her to come up to the second floor, but she could move around freely on the first floor, right? She said she was a stranger.
He not only took her to see the cats, but also drove her to and from Houhai. Twenty kilometers round trip every day! She said he was a stranger.
Wen Zhiyu sat up abruptly, pressed his knuckles a few times, and then slammed his fist into the mattress, finally making up his mind.
He wanted to show this ungrateful wretch what a true stranger was like.
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