classifiedscript Chapter 246 From now on, we're friends.
Chapter 246 From now on, we're friends.
Chapter 246 From now on, we're friends.
Previously, in the new media department's workspace, a girl came up to me to deliver flowers.
A group of sisters surrounded a shy, evasive girl, who seemed to have lost a bet and had been persuaded to come along.
Although he was hesitant and uneasy, he was upright and honest.
These two bouquets of flowers were delivered rather secretly.
The reason they didn't sneak it to the new media department was because there were surveillance cameras in the work area? Or were they worried about the risk of being reported to the police?
Yu Huan wasn't surprised that they were able to find their electric scooters so accurately.
After all, his meme of riding an electric scooter is widely circulated.
This damn irresistible charm!
Yu Huan reattached the small card to the bouquet and put it back in its original place, but her gaze inadvertently drifted to the bench next to the bicycle shed.
He pondered for a moment, and as he turned around, he saw Old Lin walking slowly to his left.
As the sun gradually sets, the shadows appear exceptionally long in the slanting rays of the setting sun.
Holding a bouquet of flowers in each hand, Yu Huan walked towards the bench, nodding and smiling at Old Lin, who was neither very close nor very far away.
When Lao Lin saw the two bouquets of flowers he was holding, his original route towards the parking lot suddenly changed, and he immediately went around to them.
Seeing Yu Huan bend down and carefully put down the bouquet, she asked curiously, "Little Yu, what's this—"
Yu Huan grinned, revealing two rows of big eye rolls, and a bright smile appeared on her face: "I just finished writing the research paper and came downstairs when I saw these two bouquets of flowers on my electric scooter."
"Looks like you're quite charming." Old Lin joked with a smile.
Yu Huan had already started preparing her speech the moment she first saw Lin's father.
Then, half-jokingly, he added, "I've only received flowers twice in all this time. In terms of charm, I definitely can't compare to Rongrong."
As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly strode toward the electric scooter with his long legs.
"She's an artist, so she must receive a lot of flowers."
Old Lin walked side by side with Yu Huan, glanced at the bouquet of flowers on the bench, and casually said:
"You're not planning to have it?"
Considering that Lao Lin was an older comrade, Yu Huan smiled and said frankly, "There are small cards with contact information inside. If I accept them, the situation will be very different."
I walked a few steps to the electric scooter.
Yu Huan paused slightly in her steps.
Old Lin continued to walk slowly, and Yu Huan's frankness made him laugh heartily and say, "In today's society, materialism is rampant and there are too many temptations. As long as you don't make any fundamental mistakes, that's good enough."
"It's impossible for me to make a mistake," Yu Huan said as she picked up the helmet hanging on the handlebars and put it on.
Upon hearing these powerful words, Old Lin turned to look at him, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.
He kept walking and said, "Ride slowly on your way home."
Yu Huan watched Lao Lin's retreating figure, then glanced around.
There was no one nearby.
He then said, "Okay, Dad, please drive safely."
Upon hearing this, Old Lin nodded slightly and walked further and further away until he got into a Crown sedan.
Yu Huan pushed the electric scooter out, gracefully straddled it, and twisted the throttle.
Since we had other things to do, we drove away from the Lianhe Zaobao building first.
He took a slightly longer route, leisurely riding his bicycle through the streets and alleys, finally stopping in front of a bustling small appliance wholesale market.
I strode in and browsed around, spending twenty-five yuan to buy a Camel brand electric heater.
After leaving the market, they did not rush home.
Noticing a boutique nearby, he picked up a boxed electric heater and, with a clear goal in mind, went to select some roll-type garbage bags.
With some free time, I browsed around the boutique and bought a handheld watering can and a car sticker that says "Stop chasing me, I'm married."
It's the reflective kind, extremely eye-catching.
Yu Huan counted out three bills, handed them to the shopkeeper sitting at the door, and quickly walked to the electric scooter, where he placed all the newly purchased items on the footrest.
A bustling street.
He immediately opened the plastic seal of the car sticker, ceremonially breathed on it a few times, and then firmly stuck it above the license plate on the rear of the car.
After finishing, Yu Huan took two steps back, looked around for a moment, and nodded in satisfaction.
Now no one will put flowers on his electric scooter anymore, right?
I hopped on the electric scooter and sped off, soon arriving at the residential area, where I parked it in the garage.
The night was gradually deepening, and the streetlights standing along the roadside cast a hazy orange-yellow glow.
Yu Huan had roll-up garbage bags tucked into the pockets of his coat, pulled down the shutter door and locked it, then carried the boxed electric heater upstairs.
Upon opening the door, I noticed that the hour and minute hands of the wall clock were now aligned at seven o'clock.
As the minute hand gradually moved thirty small increments to the right, Yu Huan had finished cooking and was sitting at the dining table eating braised crucian carp.
In addition, a small plate of bok choy was served, and fragrant rice steamed in front of him.
I had just eaten half a bowl of rice and half a fish when my phone vibrated and rang.
Upon seeing the word 'dog' displayed on the screen, Yu Huan immediately answered the phone and turned on the speakerphone.
"Hey! Huan'er, are you home?"
Hearing Xie Gouhua's boisterous voice, Yu Huan swallowed the rice in her mouth and replied with a smile:
"Yes, just call me when you get to the entrance of the community, and I'll come pick you up."
"Okay, I'll be right there." Xie Gouhua's voice, filled with laughter, echoed in the living and dining room.
"Okay." Yu Huan picked up a piece of bok choy with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth.
The phone beeped and was abruptly disconnected.
Yu Huan quickly sped up his cooking pace, and in less than three minutes, the food in the bowl was completely gone.
He got up and quickly washed the dishes and tidied up the kitchen.
Before Xie Gouhua could urge him on the phone, he had already put on his hat, pulled the brim down slightly, and slowly walked out the door ahead of time.
To avoid getting a stomachache from running too fast right after eating.
Although I am only in my early twenties, I already have a good understanding of health preservation. With the help of modern medical conditions, I can really live to be ninety-nine!
The cold winter winds raged even more fiercely at night, making the roads inside the residential area seem particularly deserted.
The elderly folks taking their strolls and the parents with their kids had all gone home. Only under the streetlights did Yu Huan's shadow dance gracefully by herself.
I strolled leisurely past the dim streetlights.
Not long after.
He stood by the gate and chatted casually with an old man sitting inside reading a newspaper.
After exchanging pleasantries like "Have you eaten?", get straight to the point:
"I have a room in my house that I'm going to soundproof. A van will be delivering the materials soon, and I need you to let it through."
"Okay," the gatekeeper agreed without hesitation.
Yu Huan had a smile on her lips.
Just then, he inadvertently spotted a well-off middle-aged woman wearing a wool coat, with a round face and fashionable permed hair.
She was leading a little boy of about four or five years old, walking slowly through the pedestrian crossing. In her other hand, she was carrying a bag of fruit, which contained two round fruits that looked like pomegranates.
Yu Huan recognized the acquaintance who had helped them obtain vehicle access passes; he was also her mother-in-law's colleague and friend.
Although they only met once, her image left a deep impression on Yu Huan.
After all, they had helped them before.
Having stayed for so long, he greeted her warmly during this rare encounter: "Aunt Qin! Good evening!"
Aunt Qin, who was three steps away, turned around upon hearing the sound, a hint of confusion appearing on her face.
Seeing this, Yu Huan quickly raised her chin slightly and pulled up the brim of her hat a bit so that the orange-yellow light could shine fully on her face, making it easier for the other person to see her. "Oh! It's Xiao Yu!" Aunt Qin looked closely, and her puzzled expression immediately disappeared.
She turned around, holding the little boy's hand, and walked up to Yu Huan.
He looked down at the little boy, whose face was equally round and who was clearly his grandson, and said, "A-Shu, quickly call him uncle."
Ashu raised his big head and looked at the tall man in front of him with childlike eyes.
Then, she called out in a clear, crisp voice, "Hello, handsome uncle."
Hearing that still-childish voice, an adjective was automatically added before it.
Yu Huan smiled brightly: "Handsome little brother, you're good too."
"The handsome uncle is indeed a handsome uncle, but whether his handsome younger brother will be handsome in the future is hard to say, after all, his parents are not tall." Aunt Qin joked while speaking the truth.
Upon hearing this, Ashu immediately felt that his grandmother had embarrassed him, his face froze, and he pouted.
A child's emotions are written all over their face.
Seeing this, Yu Huan quickly said, "Kids these days are well-nourished, so they'll all grow tall."
Aunt Qin smiled, suddenly let go of Ashu's hand, took out a huge pomegranate from the bag, and handed it to Yu Huan with enthusiasm: "This pomegranate is quite good. My grandson especially likes to eat it and keeps asking to buy it. You can take it and try it, and see how it tastes."
Yu Huan glanced at the bag and saw that there were only two pomegranates in total. She quickly waved her hand and declined, saying, "Aunt Qin, you're too kind. I don't like pomegranates. I think they're too much trouble to eat."
"Uncle, just take it. It's really delicious and sweet. You can eat it while watching TV. It's no trouble at all!" Ashu put his hands on his hips, acting like a little kid.
Hearing this, Yu Huan jokingly said to Ashu, "You went to great lengths to get your grandma to buy you two pomegranates, and now you're being so generous, just giving me one away?"
"No, I want to be friends with you, Uncle." Ashu took the large pomegranate from Aunt Qin's hands and handed it to Yu Huan with both hands.
Seeing the boy's serious expression, Yu Huan couldn't help but chuckle.
He smiled slightly, opened his palm and took the pomegranate, saying, "Okay, Ashu, then we're friends from now on. My surname is Yu, you can call me Uncle Yu."
Aunt Qin smiled and took Ashu's hand: "Ashu, say goodbye to Uncle Yu."
"Goodbye, Uncle Yu!" Ashu waved his arm and little hand.
"Goodbye, A-Shu, thank you for the pomegranate." Yu Huan replied, tossing the pomegranate in her hand.
He watched as two figures, one tall and one short, turned left and disappeared from sight. He thought to himself, "No wonder I haven't encountered them much before; they live in two different directions."
Pulling down his hat brim, he soon noticed a van slowly driving into the entrance road.
Yu Huan quickly turned around, leaned close to the window of the guardhouse, and said to the old man inside, "This is the one, thank you."
"Oh, you're welcome." The old man waved his hand, pressed a button on the remote control on the table, and then continued to read the newspaper.
With a "beep", the gate slowly began to open.
Yu Huan glanced briefly at the newspaper in the old man's hand.
It was published by our own company.
The print clearly shows Lin Yourong in a black evening gown, holding a microphone, in an elegant pose.
The title boldly proclaims:
'Lin Su's debut album, "It's You," is a gift to the Chinese music scene.'
Yu Huan's fingers unconsciously rubbed her chin.
My gaze swept across the newspaper pages briefly:
In the 2012 "The Voice of China" national finals, Lin Su did not stand on the award stage, but with her own strength, she became the most successful contestant among the contestants.
"Upon its release, 'It's You' topped the charts on major music platforms, thanks to her unique voice..."
The old man carefully examined Lin Yourong's stage appearance, muttering to himself, "This Lin Su, the more I look at her, the more familiar she seems?"
Yu Huan looked away from the newspaper and coughed slightly.
Looking back, he saw that the gate was fully open, and hurriedly waved to Xie Gouhua, who was behind the windshield and had met his gaze, signaling him to come in.
The van's wheels turned slowly as it drove into the residential area.
After parking on the side of the road, Xie Gouhua rolled down the window, stuck his head out, and had a cigarette in his mouth.
Yu Huan took a step forward and called out, "Doggy!"
Upon hearing this, Xie Gouhua winked at Yu Huan, then jokingly greeted, "Hello, Boss!"
When Yu Huan saw Xie Gouhua's posture, he knew that after Xie left from Xihu Bridge yesterday morning, this guy must have done his homework online.
It might have spread in the classmates' group chat, but Yu Huan, who had been reborn, had long since blocked all those messy group chats and set them to "Do Not Disturb."
Hearing this address, he smiled, walked around to the passenger side, opened the car door, and got in.
"Huan'er, you're really something! You became the director without making a sound, and a big celebrity without anyone noticing!"
Xie Gouhua withdrew his gaze from the pomegranate in Yu Huan's hand and continued, beaming with excitement:
"Fang Yuting must be regretting it now, right?"
Yu Huan gently closed the car door.
Hearing this, he tossed the pomegranate in his hand and joked, "There's no going back in life. I'm destined to be the man she can't have."
Xie Gouhua laughed heartily, glanced around, exhaled a puff of smoke, and asked, "Which way?"
"Turn right!" Yu Huan snapped her fingers crisply.
With the windows open, the cold wind blew gently across my neck as the van slowly drove away.
Xie Gouhua looked puzzled: "You said before that this is your mother-in-law's company-owned apartment. Does your mother-in-law work at a cigarette factory?"
“That’s right.” Yu Huan nodded slightly.
Everyone knows he's dating a rich woman, so there's nothing wrong with admitting it.
"Holy crap!" Xie Gouhua exclaimed in surprise, then sighed, "I heard that even ordinary employees at the cigarette factory have pensions of ten or twenty thousand yuan!"
Yu Huan shrugged: "I don't know about that. My mother-in-law is only in her forties, she's still a long way from retirement."
"Um, is the rich woman an only child?" Xie Gouhua asked tentatively.
“That’s right.” Yu Huan nodded slightly again.
Xie Gouhua let out a long sigh: "Envy, jealousy, and hatred!"
Seeing the fork in the road ahead, Yu Huan quickly reminded him, "Turn right again."
Guided by Yu Huan, Xie Gouhua parked the van in front of the garage.
Without delay, the two got out of the car and began unloading the goods, carrying each item up to the third floor and temporarily placing them on the platform in the stairwell.
Before long, the two, who had run back and forth six times, stood in front of the door to rest and pant heavily.
Yu Huan took out his keys from his pocket, opened the door, then turned around, picked up a stack of large, pre-cut plasterboards, and strode into the house.
He said at the same time, "Just go in, no need to change your shoes."
"Okay!" Xie Gouhua replied.
He picked up two toolboxes containing electric hammers and electric screwdrivers and followed closely behind.
Yu Huan laid the plasterboard flat on the ground, pointed to the long table he had neatly arranged, and gestured, "Gouzi, put it there."
Xie Gouhua looked around, finally withdrawing his gaze from the sound-absorbing cotton peeking out from the open bag, and asked curiously, "Is this the room that needs soundproofing?"
“Yes.” Yu Huan nodded.
After putting down his toolbox, Xie Gouhua walked a few steps to the window and looked outside.
His gaze slowly shifted downwards from the nearby streetlights, and he said thoughtfully, "There's a road right outside the window; it must be a bit noisy."
"I didn't estimate, it's really noisy!" Yu Huan said firmly, then turned around and continued working.
(End of this chapter)