Love Apartment: South Wind Passage

As night falls, the lanterns come on.

The doors and windows of the vacant 3604 were closed, and there was silence.

In the dark 3603, the melodious singing of an old-fashioned record player was faintly heard. Nanfeng was lying on the swing chair on the balcony with his eyes closed, his feet resting on the edge of the swing chair, his hands on his lower abdomen and the corners of his mouth. With a pleasant smile on his face, he looked like a peaceful deceased at first glance.

3602 candlelight flickered, and the busy figures of Meijia and Curry Sauce shuttled through every corner of the living room and kitchen, trying their best to decorate a romantic scene for the warrior who returned from the successful negotiation tonight and the beauty who came from afar.

As for 3601…

Um, 3601…

Alas, 3601...

"Then let's talk about how to maintain the metal paint surface of the model. First of all, the key point has been mentioned countless times: try not to get wet and touch it with your fingers..."

In 3601, Zhanbo was talking endlessly about the cleaning and maintenance of various parts of the hand model.

The more he talked, the more excited he became, and the more he talked, the more excited he became. When he got to an emotional point, he could even stand up from the sofa and walk around the living room three and a half times.

It was as if he was not standing in the living room of 3601, but on the stage of a drama performing "Romeo and Juliet".

"well……"

The enthusiastic teaching sounds throughout the room were occasionally mixed with Wan Yu's helpless sighs.

Wanyu held up her face with both hands, and used her hands to turn her head from time to time to ensure that her eyes could follow Zhan Bo as if he was performing an opera.

The smile on Wanyu's face was polite and stiff. It was not so much a smile as it was a mysterious arc pulled out of the corner of her mouth by her hands.

If she could barely maintain her polite smile, then the lifeless look in her eyes must be the truest reflection of her heart at this moment.

who I am? who is he?

where am I? Where is this?

What am I doing? What on earth is he doing?

I'm so broken! ! !

Wanyu roared in her heart.

If a 1.9-meter-nine handsome guy who is determined to be single can still maintain the pure and pure character of "walking around with thousands of flowers, and it is difficult to touch a leaf" after studying abroad for many years, then Zhanbo's deep-rooted straight male attributes will definitely be the key to his single career. The biggest contributor.

All the excitement and ambiguity were limited to the first three minutes of teaching. As Zhanbo gradually entered the teaching state, the young boy who was originally stumbling to explain instantly evolved into a passionate lecturer.

Those boring contents that were completely uninteresting to Wanyu also penetrated into her ears with the high-pitched tone of Teacher Zhanbo.

While the knowledge stained Wanyu's ears, it was also like a basin of cold water poured on her red and hot ears.

"Wanyu, Wanyu?"

Zhan Bo shook Wanyu, whose eyelids had begun to close gradually.

"Ah, what's wrong?" Wan Yu cheered up.

"How should the metal paint surface of the model be maintained?" Zhanbo asked.

"Should...should..." Wanyu yawned and said "should" for a long time but couldn't come up with anything useful.

"Sorry Zhanbo, I fell asleep just now." Wanyu muttered sleepily.

[Wanyu raised the bags stacked on her left hand side and grabbed the Transformers model on her right hand: Oh my god, why is it more difficult to clean and maintain a figure model than to clean and maintain luxury jewelry bags! ! ! 】

Wanyu complained crazily in her heart, but she forgot that although her luxury jewelry bags did need regular cleaning and maintenance.

Even her most treasured and favorite luxury bags are never cleaned and maintained by her herself.

Not to mention those "worthless things" that can be replaced and thrown away at any time.

Zhan Bo said thoughtfully: "Wanyu, you can actually take a rest if you are sleepy... If you really can't learn, I can help you with the cleaning and maintenance of the Transformers set."

"No, absolutely no, I'll do it myself, I can do it myself." Wan Yu was frightened by Zhan Bo's words, and her sleepiness disappeared instantly.

She once again raised the corner of her mouth that was about to freeze with laughter tonight: "Zhanbo, I just didn't get a good rest today. Tomorrow, you believe me, I will definitely learn it tomorrow."

"Wanyu..." Zhan Bo hesitated to speak, and finally asked with a sudden heart, "Actually, don't you like these very much?"

"No, I really like it." Wan Yu still had a bit of luck hoping that Zhan Bo wouldn't notice.

Zhan Bo's whole body seemed to have been drained of energy. He broke away from the "chicken blood" state just now and sat back on the sofa dejectedly.

"As expected, you really don't like these things, Transformers, cleaning and maintenance of figurine models."

And I am weird and boring... I thought that if I talked harder, you might like it.

Whether you fall in love with Transformers or...

Zhanbo is a little more reserved and more straightforward. When he talks about the content he likes, he has a desire to express himself regardless of whether others live or die.

But that doesn't mean he is an idiot and blind.

With a character like Wanyu's, it can be clearly seen whether she likes something or not. Even if Zhanbo's emotional intelligence is relatively low, it may not be obvious at first, but they have been sitting here for so long, and Zhanbo has come to his senses even if his emotional intelligence is low.

"I didn't, I just..." Wanyu still wanted to quibble, but when she saw Zhan Bo's sincere eyes, she instantly felt that even if she said a word against her will, it would be like spitting out a sharp knife from her throat, hurting herself and others. .

Wan Yu lowered her head and said frankly with some self-deprecation: "I just don't understand the point of doing all this cleaning and maintenance. If it breaks, we can just buy another set."

"But this is a limited edition made in the United States 20 years ago and is no longer sold around the world."

"Zhan Bo." Wan Yu took care of Zhan Bo's self-esteem as much as possible, "My father has told me since I was a child that apart from integrity and quality, spiritual things in this world may not be bought with money, and all material things... …

"As long as you're rich enough, you can definitely buy it."

However, Zhan Bo's self-esteem is not as fragile as Wan Yu thought, or Zhan Bo's emotional intelligence and way of thinking cannot support him to think in a direction that hurts his self-esteem.

"As long as you are rich enough, you can definitely buy all material things. It seems to be true." Zhan Bo spread his hands, "But that is the life of rich people, but I don't have money now. I just As an ordinary person, why do you think what you just said?"

Wanyu was startled.

Zhan Bo added: "By the way, you don't have money either... No, you are poorer than me. Well, since we are all ordinary people now and don't have so much money, we can't buy what we want. It's not easy to buy." The limited editions that arrive must be protected."

Wanyu smiled. This was the first time in her life that she heard someone say she was poor.

But Zhan Bo was right. If she were at home now, of course she could buy anything if she had money.

Not to mention the limited edition Transformers produced in the United States twenty years ago, even if there are Transformers in the world, as long as you want them, your father can have them parked in his garage the next day.

But now she is just Wanyu from the love apartment, with no family background, no background, no education, and not even a job.

Then what qualifications does she have to say this?

"Zhanbo, you are right. We are ordinary people now and we cannot think that we can buy everything with money."

"Yeah, I think so." Zhan Bo's depressed expression became a little more energetic, "And not all things can be bought with money. For example, this set of Transformers took me ten years to build. Collected together. It can no longer be measured with money."

Wan Yu asked curiously: "Then if someone is willing to spend five million to buy this set of Transformers from you, will you sell it?"

"Of course I'll sell it. That's five million. Why not sell it? Whoever doesn't sell it is a fool."

Wan Yu joked: "Then you still said that this set of Transformers cannot be measured by money, so you were sent away with a mere five million?"

"What do you mean by just five million?" Zhan Bo's eyes almost popped out of his head. "Five million is already a lot. My salary for ten years may not be five million."

Wan Yu originally wanted to say that five million was not enough for her to spend half a year before her card was frozen. In this way, she was considered a frugal representative in her circle of friends who did not spend much money.

But when the words came to her lips, Wanyu still couldn't say them out.

In fact, Wan Yu didn't wait for anything to say, because Zhan Bo had already started talking to himself: "And what I said cannot be measured by money does not refer to the value of this set of Transformers itself. If someone is really willing to spend If you buy it at such a high price, then I will definitely sell it.

"Compared with a sum of money that can significantly change my family's conditions and my own hobbies, I definitely choose money, because I love my parents and my sister more than Transformers."

"Zhanbo..."

"But even if money can buy the Transformers in my hand, it can't buy something truly precious. Those are the memories between me and the Transformers.

"It took me ten years to collect this set of Transformers. The money I paid for the first Optimus Prime was the first pot of gold I earned after coding for others for several months.

"That's why I begged Nanfeng for a long time before he agreed to ask Aunt Gu for help and asked her to go to the United States to bring it back for me.

"Later, when I got this Optimus Prime, I went to the Internet to find information on how to clean and maintain it. At that time, the Internet was not as convenient as it is now, and I could easily find the information I wanted.

"I searched for a long time, but in the end I still had to try each step and test each tool to avoid pitfalls. Just for soft-bristled brushes, I bought dozens of different brushes and tested them one by one before I found the best one... "

When Zhan Bo talked about the things he liked, he became excited again, regaining his desire to express himself regardless of the life and death of others.

Wanyu looked at Zhanbo, who was in high spirits, and the divine light bursting out of his eyes was so hot and bright. Even without listening to Zhan Bo's words, just by looking at his eyes, Wanyu already understood what those things that couldn't be measured with money were.

The more Zhan Bo talked, the happier he became, and every bit of his happiness seemed to be forcibly extracted from Wan Yu. The more heat he exuded, the more Wan Yu felt like falling into an ice cave.

Regret and annoyance filled Wanyu's chest. She had never tasted regret as she had always been carefree.

Even if she voluntarily gave up her good life and ran back to the country alone, and now that she has run out of food and ammunition and can hardly afford to pay the rent, Wanyu can only feel depressed and frustrated at best.

And tonight, the carefree little princess finally experienced regret for the first time.

It feels like acid water in your stomach, like your heart is being pressurized by someone invisible, like someone is cutting your flesh with a dull knife...

In short, this feeling is very bad, Wan Yu hates this feeling.

I hate this feeling, and I hate Lu Zhanbo for making him feel this way.

Especially if you hate yourself for doing something wrong.

"Wanyu, your expression is ugly." Zhan Bo finally noticed Wanyu's abnormality at this moment. He was at a loss and said, "Wanyu, what's wrong with you? Did I say too much again and you don't like to hear it? ? Then don’t worry, I won’t say these things anymore, and I won’t say these things from now on.”

"No, I like hearing it very much." Wan Yu's eyes were filled with tears. She raised her head stubbornly and asked with a hint of complaint and self-blame, "Since you are so precious to your iron stuff, why do you want to use them?" Give it to me."

Zhanbo was silent.

"Speak quickly, or I will ignore you if you don't."

"I said, I said..." Zhan Bo moved his lips and said in a voice like a mosquito, "I don't know what you like, and I don't know what I should give you to make you like it, so I can only give you my best Give me what you like, give it to..."

To the one you love most.

Before Zhan Bo finished speaking, Wan Yu finally couldn't hold back her tears and began to cry loudly.

I'm coming.