I pulled the grass

Tong Limiao's birthday hadn't arrived yet, but Cheng Ming got in line first.When they were playing together again, Cheng Ming talked about it.

"What? When is your birthday?" Tong Limiao asked unexpectedly.

"This Sunday."

"Ah, that's a day away. I thought it was the same day as me. I'm on Saturday." Tong Limiao laughed loudly, "Why don't we spend it together?"

"Haha, that's even better. How about just Saturday?"

"Okay, it will be lively and lively then."

On the first rest day of the second year of high school, Lu Wange sat in the car and said, "Tong Limiao celebrates his birthday on Saturday, and another classmate of mine, Cheng Ming, is on Sunday. They plan to celebrate together, and I plan to buy a gift tomorrow."

"Well, it should."

"Then are you free tomorrow? Let's choose with me and help me refer."

"How about tonight? After dinner." It would be better to be involved in his life.

"Yes, you have to go to work tomorrow. Then tonight, tomorrow... I want to go to work with you, will it be inconvenient for you?"

"I can't ask for it."

The number of times the two went shopping was very few, after all, they were two big men.

When he was a child, Lu Wanzong only went to a few fixed stores to buy his clothes in season. As he got older, this habit has been inherited, so his clothes only have a few brands.

The two walked in the brightly lit shopping mall, and Lu Wange felt unreal.Especially when there were rarely two men together along the way, he looked at the person next to him.

"Have you thought about what to buy?" Lu Wanzong looked very ordinary and looked over with a smile.

"No...no." He was so handsome, Lu Wange blushed when he glanced at him.I felt my hands being pulled again, and there was a smile in my voice, "Is it that hard to imagine? Watch the road."

It turned out to be on the elevator.

He suddenly felt that all the passers-by were looking at them, seeing their clasped hands, he flung himself free, and hurriedly said: "The boutiques are all on the third floor, let's go up first."

Lu Wanzong clenched his fist, sighed, and followed.

"If your company gives gifts to customers, how do you choose them?" Lu Wanger hissed.

"Do whatever you want."

"What an excellent answer. But besides basketball, Miaozi's hobbies are...beauties? Could it be that I gave him a girlfriend? Hahaha, inflatable ones can be considered."

Lu Wanzong...

"But the inflatable one is said to be quite expensive, so forget it, I'm still a baby."

Lu Wanzong laughed when he heard him talking to himself: "There are two things to pay attention to in giving gifts. One is to match what you like; the other is to have the value of memory."

Lu Wange became interested: "I can understand the first point, but what does the second point mean?"

"One of the purposes of giving gifts is to make people remember and it is best to remind people from time to time. If we only send consumable things, such as food, etc., after a meal, it will be quickly forgotten and there will be no follow-up. It works. But it’s different to give an antique painting, which has the value of memory, and the recipient of the gift is reluctant to throw it away, and every time he sees this gift, he will think of the person who gave it.”

Lu Wange opened his mouth wide in surprise: "Brother... I still don't believe people say you have a dark belly, but now I do."

Lu Wanzong laughed: "These are very simple theories. There is nothing profound about them. These are all from the perspective of interests. For friends, sincerity is enough."

"...That is, for Miaozi, I can go to give him face."