Meet the Brand Officer

The next morning, Song Ziyuan, who kept his word, came to clean up the lamp.

Carrying a folding ladder and a toolbox, he excitedly climbed up to the sixth floor.

He stood on the ladder and fiddled with a screwdriver for a long time, but he didn't remove the lamp.

It was the tossing noise that drew Lin Xiyou out of the room.

The sound of her opening the door suddenly startled Song Ziyuan. He lost his footing and fell back.

Just as he was about to jump back and land again, he saw Lin Xiyou rushing up, holding his back firmly with both hands.

"You are standing so high, what are you tumbling about?" Lin Xiyou was a little scared, if she fell down the stairs
As soon as Song Ziyuan looked back, he saw the worry in her eyes, he couldn't help but feel happy, and said with a simple smile: "Clean up that disobedient lamp."

The two of them were too close, and the hot air from his nostrils when he spoke slowly sprayed on his neck.

Lin Xiyou froze her head, leaned back slightly, and turned up the volume to cover up her guilt at the moment: "I think you are the one who was cleaned up, what if you fall and become disabled?"

"You are responsible for repairing the lamp in front of your house." Song Ziyuan laughed.

It was obviously a joke, but Lin Xiyou's ears burned for no reason, and a few traces of blush crept up her cheeks.

She suddenly let go, took two steps back, and unnaturally changed the topic: "I'll do it myself. I wanted to fix this lamp a while ago, but I was too busy and didn't have a ladder, so I delayed it."

As she spoke, she ran into the room and took out the power tool gift bag presented by Liu Shuangquan, took out a small electric screwdriver, and quickly climbed up the ladder.

Song Ziyuan was stunned for a few seconds, and quickly stepped forward to support the ladder with one hand, and behind her with the other, "Your equipment looks quite decent, very professional."

"It's okay." Lin Xiyou raised a little proud tail, and murmured excitedly: "Finally, I have a chance to actually fight. It must be convenient and labor-saving to use this screw. Here I come, little screw."

She raised the electric screwdriver, pressed the switch, aimed at the indentation on the screw, and gently pressed the button, listening to the crisp "hissing" sound, and easily removed two screws.

Song Ziyuan stood at the bottom and stretched out his hands, and said worriedly: "Be careful, or let me screw it up, or I will look useless."

"It seems to be removed." Lin Xiyou responded with a smile, took off the old light bulb smoothly, took the new light bulb handed over by Song Ziyuan, and asked him to turn on the light after it was installed neatly.

"Then stand still." Song Ziyuan urged in every possible way, ran to turn on the light and then turned back quickly, firmly protecting the ladder.

"Pa—" A burst of dazzling light exploded in front of his eyes.

Lin Xiyou fell into a sense of whiteness and blindness for a moment, and it took several seconds to recover her vision, "Your light bulb is about to turn blind."

Song Ziyuan rubbed his brow bone in embarrassment, "It was recommended by the owner of the hardware store based on the photo of this old light bulb. I just said I want the brightest one."

"This will illuminate the way home." He forced his respect, smiled dryly, and abruptly changed the subject: "Where do you get such a professional set of tools? I'll also keep a set at home. Just in case it's needed."

A flash of inspiration flashed through Lin Xiyou's mind, but unfortunately she didn't catch it. She handed the tool to Song Ziyuan, avoiding the hand he offered to support, "I can climb down by myself."

"..." Song Ziyuan withdrew his hands angrily, and stabilized the ladder.

After stepping on a few steps, Lin Xiyou easily jumped to the ground and packed up the toolbox, "This is a gift from Mr. Quanqiang Liu. I happen to have two mentions, so I'll give you a set."

Song Ziyuan's joy blossomed again for a moment, his strange brain circuit was daydreaming, the two of them carried a couple's electric tool box, went out to repair circuits, and fought for justice.
Ah, it's like a token of love
He stood there with a smirk to himself, watching Lin Xiyou bring out a brand new home kit from the house, saying "that's so embarrassing", he took it with both hands honestly, and held it firmly in his arms inside.

Lin Xiyou sorted out her set of tools, and introduced the unused tools and their uses one by one.

"You know so much about electric tools." Song Ziyuan sighed, she can climb the ladder by herself, turn the screw and change the light bulb by herself, which makes him feel so embarrassed.
"I didn't know anything before, and I was reprimanded by the client and kicked out." Lin Xiyou recalled the experience a while ago, and was quite emotional: "Isn't it necessary for work, I have to understand and research in depth. Just in time, I am going to write Quanqiang A few days ago, I studied them carefully one by one..."

Looking at Lin Xiyou, who is so precious to everyone, Song Ziyuan couldn't help laughing, "You are like a Tinker Bell, which has moved out of the universal treasure chest."

"Haha, it's quite like a treasure chest. It contains all the commonly used power tools in the family in one box. It is convenient and labor-saving and does not take up space. You don't have to worry about searching everywhere when you need it."

As Lin Xiyou was talking, a lot of inspiration suddenly popped up in her mind, and she couldn't help recalling those precious family affairs.
In midsummer, the fan stopped working. Dad picked up a Phillips screwdriver and manually screwed the screw round and round. After adding some oil, the fan miraculously came back to life.

Turning and turning, a cool wind is sent to relieve the fatigue of the scorching heat.

In the cold winter, the door that had been in disrepair for a long time collapsed halfway. Dad picked up the heavy electric drill, poked a few holes in the wall, and twisted and pulled a few times, and the door stood firmly.

Drilling, drilling, resisting the icy cold, keeping the warmth of the palm.

My father in my childhood was an omnipotent superhero who supported his family
Later, when the pillars of the family collapsed overnight, my mother took over the stormy home, and repaired the dilapidated home with needles, thread, nails, and knives.

In the future, she will do her best to protect this family.
Every home is where people's hearts go.In every family, there are always people who stand up to protect the home that belongs to them.

So, if Quanqiang, as a home maintenance and caregiver, plays the role of a good tool and a good assistant, can it touch the softness of more people's hearts?
Lin Xiyou was deeply immersed in memories, and found a point of emotional resonance. Suddenly, her eyes turned red and tears flowed down her cheeks.
Song Ziyuan panicked, didn't know where to put his hands, hesitated again and again, and stroked the top of her hair gently, hiding boundless tenderness and silent comfort.

Lin Xiyou came back to her senses, wiped away her tears with her backhand, sniffed and laughed, "Sand fell from the ceiling of the corridor just now."

"Yes, you are Feng'er and I am Sha." Song Ziyuan dispelled her pretentious pretense with one sentence.

She smiled through tears and chose to be honest: "Actually, I was a little homesick just now."

Song Ziyuan's heart froze, and the scene in the coffee shop could not help appearing in his mind. The outsider mentioned "the murderer's daughter", but he was as self-reliant as she was, and his emotions were completely out of control.
He concealed the pain in his eyes, and smiled softly: "How about you drag the suitcase, put me in the suitcase, and go home often?"

"I can't fit a suitcase as big as yours." Lin Xiyou replied casually, "Everyone goes back to his own house, each finds his own mother."

Song Ziyuan paused, and his smile gradually faded, "Home is where Mom is."

"Unfortunately." His voice suddenly choked up, he paused, then laughed at himself, "I'm gone."