Song Shanchuan went to participate in the competition because of a camera. How could he say such a thing? He was not good at speaking and now he stuttered: "I saw it, I want to try it."
Lin Cuiping tilted her head to look at him: "This time when you go back, you can choose any large state-owned restaurant if you ask. The salary may be higher than ours, and it won't be so tiring. Didn't you think about this problem when you participated in the competition?"
Song Shanchuan shook his head: "I haven't thought about it."
His world is too simple. Apart from being able to feed himself, there are only three things left for him.
Researching food, Mom and Lin Cuiping.
As for standing on a bigger stage and making more money, he has never thought about such things.
"I'll be leaving sooner or later anyway." Lin Cuiping muttered, looking down at the little girl at her feet. She thought that from now on, no one would give her special treatment, and no one would always give her gifts, and she felt a little upset.
Song Shanchuan didn't hear clearly what she said, and tugged at her sleeve: "It's very heavy to carry this bag."
There was a camera inside, it was heavy.
Lin Cuiping puffed up her cheeks and pulled the bag off her body in an unpleasant tone: "Here, here! He won't take your camera, why are you in such a hurry!"
Song Shanchuan explained in a good-tempered manner: "The camera is a gift for you. I will give it to you after I carry it back. It is very heavy now."
"Who wants your broken camera!" Lin Cuiping opened her mouth and suddenly widened her eyes and realized what Song Shanchuan said: "What did you just say? Who do you want to give the camera to?"
Song Shanchuan put the bag on his back. He was tall and smiled with curved eyebrows: "Since you like taking pictures, I'll give it to you."
Lin Cuiping opened her mouth wide: "Song Shanchuan, do you know how much a camera costs?"
Of course he knew it, and he even secretly inquired about the price, but he was frustrated for a long time because he couldn't afford it.
"No need." Song Shanchuan did not answer the question: "I will ask for the bonus."
Lin Cuiping was angry: "How can you give away something you worked so hard to get? Even if you don't like taking pictures, you can sell it at the supply and marketing cooperative. You can at least get a few hundred yuan."
Song Shanchuan pursed his lips: "You are not someone else."
"Why are you not someone else? What's our relationship?" Lin Cuiping was angry at him: "You gave me such a valuable gift, how can I return it to you?"
Seeing that she was angry, Song Shanchuan also panicked: "No need to return it, the camera is not expensive."
He explained in a panic, but because of his anxiety, he could not say any more words to defend himself. He used his hands and feet together, gesturing and repeating the words: "We are friends, no need to return it."
Not to mention friends, how much do you give as a gift for a wedding?
A camera is more than my family's wedding gift. Which friend would give me such a gift?
Lin Cuiping stood there, quietly watching Song Shanchuan's forehead sweating because of anxiety. He was not good at sweet talk, nor could he make girls happy. He was not like Feng Qiang who had a formal job and a stable job, nor was he like Tian Hao, who had a strong family background.
But it was him who was so good to her, so good that she had no way to refuse.
"Why did you give me a camera?" Lin Cuiping asked directly: "A camera costs several hundred yuan, which is several months' salary for you."
The reason given by Song Shanchuan was also very simple: "You like it."
"If she likes it, you will give it to her?" Lin Cuiping looked at him straight in the eyes: "She also likes a big house, a small car, and a lot of money, you will give it to her too?"
Song Shanchuan's eyes dimmed and he shook his head: "No."
If he had it, he would definitely give it to her.
Lin Cuiping was still staring at him, and Song Shanchuan's face turned red. "Tell me again, why did you give me a camera?"
She always believed that when one person is nice to another, it has a purpose.
For example, a man wants to pursue a woman and give something in return, such as a gift, money, or a lot of time.
Song Shanchuan gave such an expensive gift, shouldn’t he express his feelings to her and ask her to be his girlfriend?
Lin Cuiping's heartbeat quickened. She suddenly thought that if Song Shanchuan said it, it would be difficult for her to refuse, or even she would not want to refuse...
Song Shanchuan still said: "Because you like it."
Lin Cuiping was stunned for a moment, then glared at him fiercely: "Fool!"
After she finished speaking, she ran straight to the guesthouse: "Keep your broken camera, 놖꺳 don't want it!"
Song Shanchuan was stunned there, the light in his eyes gradually extinguished for a long time. Why didn't she want it? Was it because the camera was not good? Or was it because he gave it to her and made her unhappy?
He knew that Lin Cuiping had liked Tian Hao before, and Tian Hao made her sad.
Or was it because the camera he gave was not as much as Tian Hao's?
Song Shanchuan couldn't figure it out. He touched the camera in the bag, but he didn't feel the slightest joy of winning the championship...
The rooms where the two lived were next to each other. When Song Shanchuan went over, Lin Cuiping had already closed the door tightly. A dim light was on in the corridor. He stood at the door in silence for a long time and did not dare to knock.
He placed the camera quietly on the bedside table in the guesthouse. Song Shanchuan sat on the bed without even turning on the light, and the whole body was plunged into darkness.
He wanted to listen to what was going on next door, but felt it was impolite. He also wanted to know why Lin Cuiping was angry, but he didn't dare to ask.
Like a puppy abandoned by her husband, he was obviously panicking, but he was still reflecting on himself, wondering what he had done wrong to make her unhappy.
Even though they were separated by a wall, Lin Cuiping was not sleepy either.
She tossed and turned in bed, and after a while she leaned against the wall to listen to the noise next door, but she heard nothing.
"Song Shanchuan!" Lin Cuiping gritted her teeth. Could it be that she had misunderstood, and Song Shanchuan actually treated her as a manager, a friend, or even a sister?
Obviously, she treated Song Shanchuan as her younger brother at the beginning, but now when she thought of Song Shanchuan treating her as a sister, Lin Cuiping lost her composure.
She didn't believe that a brother who was not related by blood could be so good to his sister!
One wall separates two rooms, two different moods.
How could Song Shanchuan endure it? He curled himself up into a ball, closed his eyes tightly, and had one thought in his mind: what kind of camera does she like?
This camera is not good enough, can he pay more money to exchange it for another one?
There was a knock on the door, and Lin Cuiping's voice came from outside: "Song Shanchuan, open the door!"
She couldn't bear it, and she had to ask clearly, to ask clearly why Song Shanchuan was so nice to her if he didn't like her? Didn't he know that she would misunderstand, and didn't he know that this would cause trouble to her?
He is not Tian Hao, she can forget him completely in a moment; he is Song Shanchuan, don't even think about dismissing her with just a word "friend"!
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