Liu Yuewang did not add him right away, because she needed some time to explain that she had asked her daughter "An Nuan" for his phone number. If she added him right away, it would mean that she remembered his phone number, or that she had some direct way to see it, such as she was "An Nuan" or something … Liu Yuewang did not add him right away.
Five minutes later, Liu Yuewang submitted the friend request.
Liu Changan had turned off his phone again and didn't see it immediately. He wandered around the campus that looked like a small green town. The newly built campus driveway used an asphalt mixture. In Liu Changan's opinion, the color and structure of this material were very beautiful. He carefully looked at it. If he could cut off an area and inlay it as a material science style art work, it would be more beautiful than many graffiti paintings of unknown meaning.
Liu Changan walked for a while and sat in the shade of the roadside for a long time to look at the asphalt road. The scattered dead leaves, the passing vehicle tires, the girl's small white shoes and half socks, each picture was full of the beauty of life. Therefore, many people's pursuit of modern art, in addition to hype and money laundering, mostly came from the shallowness of aesthetics and the lack of the ability to discover beauty.
The more people had the ability to appreciate and discover beauty, the less they needed to participate in some seemingly elegant activities to improve themselves and show that they could catch up with the elegant class in this aspect.
When Liu Changan felt lonely, he would calm down and become like an observer of this world. Or, he would fuse with the world and become inconspicuous, no different from the ants that slowly passed by or the leaves that fell from the branches.
Until he saw a beautiful girl.
She was tall, and her slender legs seemed to take up most of her height. Unlike many girls who had a large upper body proportion, even if they were tall, they couldn't show off their long legs. Her waist was slender, but it gave off a sense of movement, perfectly connected to the line of her buttocks. When she walked, she always felt like she was bouncing up and down. The sun and the shade of the trees intertwined, as if she was beautiful in time. The two ponytails behind her ears were a little messy. She casually fiddled with them with her fingers and raised her head to fix her fluffy bangs. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly as if she was thinking of something. Then, she picked up her phone and made a call. With a reproachful expression on her face, she hummed and spun around in a circle. She unlocked a shared bicycle and pedaled through the tree-lined lanes before disappearing.
Life was always limited, and it was easy to be overwhelmed with joy when parting. Banquets and song banquets are not frequent.
Mountains and rivers are far away, falling flowers and wind hurt even more. It is better to pity those in front of you.
Liu Changan stood up and stretched.
How can a man relieve his sorrow? It's not Du Kang, it's the girl.
Liu Changan found a remote corner and deactivated the status of his face. He passed through the teachers' residential area in the 90s and then walked to the side of the road. He continued to walk on the asphalt mixture that he thought looked good.
He remembered that as early as 20 to 30 years ago, when it came to summer, many asphalt roads would become soft and warm when stepped on. There were even children wearing sandals running around on it, and their shoes would even get stuck, resulting in tragedies.
Liu Changan returned home and changed his clothes. His things were mainly placed in the storeroom downstairs, and he didn't even move his bed up.
He took out his big oil-paper umbrella and then removed the umbrella cover. As a man, a fancy umbrella cover was certainly not his aesthetic taste, and a black umbrella cover was also not suitable for a girl.
It was almost Chinese Valentine's Day, and Liu Changan was going to give An Nuan an oil-paper umbrella that he made himself.
The modern Chinese Valentine's Day did not have the traditional atmosphere where girls were the protagonists, and there were also no begging or worshipping activities. It had developed into a festival no different from February's Valentine's Day. It was opposed and ridiculed by many so-called revivalists and propagators of traditional culture. In fact, this was just a kind of feeling of superiority attached to the things they did. It was not very noble, nor interesting, and even somewhat stupid without knowing it.
Nothing was immutable. Any symbolic meaning could change with the passage of time. Just like the Chinese Valentine's Day festival, it originated from the worship of natural phenomena. Then, because of the Cowherd and the Weaving Maid, it was given the influence of love.
Liu Changan didn't care about these things. When he thought that An Nuan might be concerned about the first Valentine's Day after the two of them officially got together, Liu Changan made some preparations.
The traditional oil-paper umbrella was actually a very troublesome thing to make. Its process was very complicated, and the traditional method often had eighty to ninety processes. This kind of product was not a product without an assembly line, but the assembly line meant that the specifications, materials, and shape were unified. As an exquisite gift, it lacked a bit of meticulous thinking.
The basis of making an oil-paper umbrella was the selection of bamboo. At present, if he wanted to choose bamboo that met the requirements in Jun Sha, he would probably have to go to a botanical garden with decades of history to chop it down.
Liu Changan thought about it and decided it was better not to do this kind of thing. It was not in line with the core values of socialism.
Of course, the most important thing was that after choosing the bamboo, the bamboo used to make the framework not only had to be soaked in water for a long time, but also had to be dried and polished, which was a slow process that could not be completed quickly.
Of course, it was impossible to choose a new bamboo, so he could only use this oil-paper umbrella, which was carefully selected by Old Mister Ye Chenyu and was made from the currently extinct bamboo, as the foundation.
Old Mister Ye Chenyu used to be a financial magnate, but when it was passed down to Professor Liu, there was only one umbrella left.
Professor Liu was not that prodigal. It was just that because he worked in the national grain department during the period of public ownership, he had no desire to make progress after receiving food stamps, meat stamps, and cold drinks stamps every month. What was left for Student Liu Changan was the rattan box and the ancestral umbrella.
Liu Changan did not cherish the ancestral umbrella at all. As long as his little girlfriend was happy, he could dismantle the umbrella made of bamboo that Ehuang and Nüying had shed tears on.
It was just an example. Of course, this umbrella had not been stained with Ehuang and Nüying's tears.
His umbrella was too big, so he had to dismantle it and remake it with materials.
"Brother Changan, are you going to start a fire?"
Zhou Dongdong ran over with a small white airplane wing on her back and asked with great interest.
"Which eye of yours saw that I was going to start a fire?"
"This one and this one." Zhou Dongdong took off the Ultraman's mask and pointed to her two eyes and said.
"I'm going to start a fire and roast Zhou Dongdong."
"I'm not delicious!" Zhou Dongdong was not very afraid, because Brother Changan only knew to eat all day. If she was delicious, he would have eaten her long ago.
"Do you know why I often cook delicious food for you?" Liu Changan put down the oil-paper umbrella and pinched Zhou Dongdong's chubby cheeks and asked.
"Because I'm witty and brave?" Zhou Dongdong said with uncertainty. Of course, she was witty and brave, but she was not sure about Brother Changan's reason.
"Because you don't taste good now, so I feed you more delicious food, and you will become delicious, and then I will eat you." Liu Changan let go of Zhou Dongdong's face.
Zhou Dongdong turned around and ran. Fortunately, she had wings today, so she ran faster.
"I'll make oil loach later."
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