Chapter 28: Tiffany Blue
"Who are you looking for? I know them all."
"Which girl are you looking for? I'll call her over to you."
Several boys immediately became enthusiastic.
Lu Siwen stood on tiptoe and scanned the area, then said in distress, "I don't even know his name..."
Finally, I saw the boy sitting by the window.
She didn't know if it was because of last night's bonus, but she felt that even if this boy was just reading quietly, there was a hazy aura around him.
Maybe it was not an illusion, because the sunlight just fell on Zhai Da's book.
"Could you please call that boy for me?"
The boys turned their heads and fell silent.
Patek Philippe was also bought?
"Zhai Da!"
This cry, filled with jealousy and a broken voice, was heard by half of the class, and dozens of pairs of eyes looked towards the back door.
The protagonist of the incident frowned and looked up, wanting to see which son missed his dad.
I was so scared! Did you eat too much smoked chicken?
Then he saw Lu Siwen waving excitedly, and a group of boys with strange expressions as if their father had died.
Zhai Da closed the book in a leisurely manner, and without even getting up from Yang Fan, he jumped out of his seat with his hands.
He walked over with big strides.
People have two hands, so there are both Vacheron Constantin and Patek Philippe. Is it strange?
...
In the back corner of the corridor, Zhai Da put his hands in his pockets, not knowing what to do...
Sorry for the interruption, he was just maintaining the image of a literary young man, looking out the window.
He is not a literary youth, but he has come into contact with many and knows that the most important thing to maintain this kind of personality is to "leave blank space".
Don't express it, but let people imagine it.
Don't reveal what you know, but keep people guessing.
After all, most literary young people don’t know much... They have only read "To Live", "One Hundred Years of Solitude" and "The Moon and Sixpence", and they are probably only ten Mosangs away from being truly "literary".
Sorry, I said the wrong thing, it was Maupassant.
Looking at Zhai Da's calm eyes, Lu Siwen became curious. What was Zhai thinking about?
They just felt it was impolite to stare at each other, so they both looked out the window together.
Zhai Da once again successfully created and integrated the "literary and artistic atmosphere".
"Mr. Zhai...did you receive the message I sent you last night? Maybe I entered the wrong number?"
Zhai Da was very frugal with his words: "Sorry, I'm taking a shower."
Lu Siwen nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
Although she sent four or five messages last night, they were sent over three or four hours.
If everyone were taking a shower, they would be swollen...
"Mr. Zhai, your micro-novel... is really well written. Do you have a habit of writing regularly?"
Zhai Da: “Occasionally, but not often.”
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Siwen looked at the playground outside the window and felt a little stuck.
The other party's desire to communicate seems very weak...
As expected of someone with such great writing skills, it’s normal for him to be a little aloof!
She actually didn't know why she came to see Zhai Da.
Even though I tossed and turned all night, when we were face to face, I felt empty.
Looks so stupid...
Lu Siwen pursed her lips and mustered up the courage to say, "Mr. Zhai, I actually...also like to write something. I would like to ask you for some writing skills..."
Zhai Da finally had a different reaction and turned around: "I just wrote it casually myself, I can't teach you."
Lu Siwen's courage retreated again, but he heard again:
“But it’s good to communicate with each other.”
Lu Siwen's mood brightened again.
Having made up his mind, Lu Siwen blushed and took out a notebook. It was not the same one as yesterday, but a more advanced one.
The special blue color can be recognized as "Tiffany" at a glance, because this color is called "Tiffany Blue".
It’s not expensive, after all, it’s just a notebook.
But it's quite impressive.
This girl's family background might be better than Zhai Da imagined.
There are also rich people in Dongyang County. In fact, the poorer the county, the greater the gap between the rich and the poor.
Whether opening a factory or doing foreign trade, there are opportunities for people to become wealthy in Bulk North. Zhai Da would not be surprised if a family had assets of over 100 million or even more.
Those who become rich later in life cannot imagine how much richer those who become rich earlier in life are. Their pocket money may be longer than your bank password.
As for why a child from such a family would go to school in wool spinning...perhaps it was because the family business was all in Dongyang County and they couldn't leave?
Lu Siwen has a strong sense of "not being grounded", which must come from her family and parents.
When I open my mouth, there is only the spring breeze and the sunset, and no oil, salt, sauce, vinegar or tea in my heart.
However, this "ungrounded" nature, combined with her 3 points of innocence, 3 points of literature and art, and 94 points of pure and lovely appearance, is not offensive.
Lu Siwen held the Tiffany notebook in his hands and said solemnly, "Mr. Zhai, here are some of my writings...mainly modern poetry and prose, as well as some micro-novels. If you don't mind...could you help me take a look?"
Zhai Da took the notebook. There was a pen on the side, but unfortunately it was not the fountain pen from yesterday, but a matching blue ink pen from Tiffany.
But Zhai Da still took it.
"I will read it carefully. Thank you for trusting me."
The blush on Lu Siwen's face did not fade away for a long time. She had been writing since she was a child, but she had only shown her works to others a few times. Except for a female friend in junior high school, Zhai Da was the first one.
To put it bluntly, her parents were not allowed to touch their own notebooks.
Lu Siwen suddenly realized that this was no different from handing in his diary...
But this
It was too late to regret. Lu Siwen gathered his composure and said expectantly, "Does Mr. Zhai have any recorded works? I'd also like to read them..."
Exchanging works is a common practice among literary and artistic youth.
Zhai Da thought to himself, I have a dick, and I can’t stop reading “High School Mathematics Lecture X” every day.
I watched the seventh episode five times last night...
But he said, "It's not much, and it may not be compiled into a book. I will text it to you when I have the chance."
Lu Siwen nodded happily.
"By the way, did you bring the paper from yesterday?"
Lu Siwen clenched his fingers and said weakly: "I accidentally got it dirty..."
She held it to her chest while sleeping last night, but when she woke up she found it was stained with saliva. She was too embarrassed to take it out again.
I can't explain it clearly...
Zhai Da nodded, silently estimating in his mind the probability of getting the pen if he asked for it at this moment.
It should be difficult... but the topic should be brought up at least once.
"I saw you writing with a traditional fountain pen last night. Is that inconvenient? You have to carry ink with you?"
Lu Siwen didn't feel that the topic was jumping around, or perhaps she thought that this was what literary youth were like:
"Not entirely. I still use a fountain pen when doing homework. The fountain pen was left to me by my grandfather. I only take it out when I need to write something down."
Zhai Da groaned inwardly... Left by grandpa? Could it be a relic?
This is troublesome...
It's almost impossible to buy it with money, and the other party is not short of money...
However, in order to leave a hint, Zhai Da still said:
"Oh... I actually used to practice calligraphy with a fountain pen, but I stopped using it later. Maybe a fountain pen really does make writing more inspiring."
Lu Siwen nodded: "The ink marks left by the fountain pen will give the writing a more realistic feel."
The two of them were not that familiar with each other, so there was not much to talk about. Instead of having awkward conversation, it was better to get to the point. Zhai Da took the initiative to say that he would go back to study first.
Lu Siwen nodded, and the two parted ways.
Back in the classroom, Zhai Da was lost in thought.
He still likes "special things" that can be bought with money, even if he doesn't have much money at the moment.
Things that cannot be bought with money, or that require certain prerequisites to buy with money, will greatly increase the energy he needs to expend.
In the future, it may be possible to give up obtaining [equipment] because it is too troublesome.
After all, "special items" are unlimited, but human energy is limited...
Putting aside all distracting thoughts for the time being, Zhai Da ignored the vague glances from the class and continued to recite ancient poems and texts.
My deskmate Yang Fan was still lying on the desk, lazy and decadent, but his mind couldn't calm down for a long time.
Why can some people stand up again after suffering the same blow?
More girls noticed...
Why!
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