Chapter 142 Xixi’s Red Envelope
At night, on the way home.
Ying Chanxi pointed to a specialty store on the street and asked Li Luo: "This is the store where you bought Polaroids, right?"
"That's right."< br>
"Then let me go and take a look."
"Huh?" Li Luo was stunned for a moment, "Why are you going to see it?"
"My photo paper is a bit worn. Hurry up." Ying Chanxi said a little embarrassed, "I feel better to be more prepared and feel safe."
After hearing this, Li Luo didn't care anymore and just said: "Then I'll go back and do it first. Late night snack, you come back early."
"I'll stay with Xixi," said Xu Youyu on the side.
So Li Luo went home first, and Xu Youyu accompanied Ying Chanxi into this specialty store.
When Ying Chanxi pretended to ask about buying photo paper, she glanced at Xu Youyu who was casually looking at the exhibits at the counter, took out her Polaroid and asked the waiter something.
A few minutes later, the two came out of the store and rushed home.
"Xixi, how did you feel when Li Luo played alone in the afternoon?" Xu Youyu asked with a smile, "Isn't it touching to have someone sing specifically for you?"
< br>"Yeah, that's it..." Ying Chanxi whispered, "It's quite a surprise."
"Is it just a surprise? I thought I would be moved to tears."
“It’s not that easy to cry.”
The two chatted, and Xu Youyu took advantage of the situation.
After all, in her opinion, Li Luo is a perfect material library. She feels that any pretense can make this guy hit.
Unfortunately, the protagonist of the book I wrote is not a character on campus, and some of the materials are not used.
Otherwise, this technique of singing to a girl in front of the whole school would be perfect for writing a plot.
Thinking of this, Xu Youyu even felt itchy.
But Ying Chanxi was obviously a little absent-minded.
When Li Luo finished making supper and the three of them finished eating, Li Luo said: "You ran 1,500 meters today. After eating, go to bed early and have a good rest."
< br>"Oh." Ying Chanxi nodded.
Xu Youyu on the side also took the initiative to wash the dishes and asked Ying Chanxi to take a bath directly.
After taking a shower, Ying Chanxi wrapped his wet hair in a towel and went back to his bedroom. After a while, he came out of the room and knocked on Li Luo's door.
At this time, Li Luo just returned the computer interface to the desktop, turned to look at Ying Chanxi who pushed the door in, then stood up naturally, gave her the seat, and then went to get the hair dryer.
"Li Luo." Ying Chanxi said with his eyes closed while sitting on a chair enjoying the hair drying service from Li Luo.
“Well, what’s wrong?”
“I want to tell you something.”
"Let's talk."
"But I have to declare in advance that I don't have any other thoughts, I am just worried."
"What is so serious?" Li Luo She smiled and said, "Just say it."
"Then before I say anything, can you accept this first?" Ying Chanxi suddenly took out a red envelope from his pajamas pocket and pointed it towards Li behind him. Luo handed it over.
"What is this for?" Li Luo looked confused. He reached out to take her red envelope and squeezed it. Then he opened it and took a look, and found a stack of red banknotes inside, which was at least one thousand yuan. "No...you want to support me?"
"What did you say!" Ying Chanxi had already prepared the draft, but was completely disrupted by Li Luo's words. Rhythm, suddenly blushing and stamping his feet.
Snow-white bare feet stepped on the floor, and the soles of the feet were still stained with water drops, immediately leaving water marks on the wooden board.
"Then why did you give me the money?" Li Luo was speechless, "You said you didn't covet my beauty?"
"Get out!" Ying Chanxi bulged his mouth. He was sulking, "What are you thinking about? That's outrageous!"
"Okay, okay." Li Luo stuffed the red envelope back into Ying Chanxi's pajamas pocket, and then said , "I just saw that you were speaking a little too seriously. I just want to lighten the atmosphere. You can continue talking. What were you going to say just now?"
"It's, it's just..." Being interrupted like this, Ying Chanxi's emotions that had been brewing suddenly stopped. For a moment, he didn't know where to start, "Where did I just say it?" ?”
“You said you were just a little worried, so let me not think about it too much,” Li Luo reminded, “Can you say it now?”
“ Oh...it's the Polaroid you gave me." Ying Chanxi said helplessly, "I went to their store tonight, so I just asked." "Well, what did you ask?" He raised his eyebrows, seeming to realize something.
"Ask about the price." Ying Chanxi glanced at Li Luo angrily, "The model you bought for me costs one thousand six hundred yuan."
“And the store clerk said that the photo papers that come with the camera are only the ones in the box, and there is no such thing as an extra 100 sheets.”
“That’s all. If you buy 10 pieces of photo paper at a time, it costs thirty or forty yuan. If you buy 100 pieces, it will cost you at least three to four hundred yuan. "
"In total, you bought me a camera. The money must be at least two thousand yuan.”
“Where did you get so much money?”
After listening to Ying Chanxi’s words, Li Luo finally understood what she meant.
This can be regarded as a slight oversight on his part.
I just went downstairs for a morning jog, and on the way I remembered that Ying Chanxi was still angry, and I happened to see such a store on the street, so I bought it, thinking that it would help Yingchanxi calm down. .
After all, with a monthly income of over 10,000 yuan, Li Luo naturally took care of this kind of gift of one or two thousand yuan.
But from Ying Chanxi's perspective, Li Luo's gift was quite valuable.
It is rare for ordinary students to randomly give away gifts worth thousands of dollars.
Even a person with a well-off family like Ying Chanxi would not randomly choose such expensive gifts to give away.
After all, it is one thing whether you can afford it, and it is another thing whether the other party can bear it. Both of them need to be treated with caution.
Thinking of this, Li Luo's eyes softened and he gently touched Ying Chanxi's head: "Thank you so much for thinking so much about me."
"You What are you talking about..." Ying Chanxi felt the warm touch on the top of his head and was a little greedy for this tenderness. He murmured in a low voice, but had no intention of resisting.
“But don’t worry too much.” Li Luo said, “Do you still remember the entrance banquet during the summer vacation?”
"Remember, what happened?"
"Didn't I receive a bunch of red envelopes that time?" Li Luo said, "My mother only took half of it, and gave me the remaining half as pocket money. , plus the one thousand and fifty my mother gave me at the beginning of the summer vacation, and the money I got from my uncle when he sold belts at the school gate."
"If you think about it, actually. It’s already a lot, but it’s not as difficult as you think.”
“It’s just a camera for you, don’t think too much.”
After listening to what Li Luo said, Ying. Zen Xi fell silent, thought carefully, and finally asked: "Is everything you said true?"
"That's for sure."
"I didn't ask my uncle for the money to buy the camera. Does Auntie want it? "
"Definitely not." Li Luo shook his head and said, "There is still a mortgage to pay, and it is impossible to ask my parents for money when I still have money. "
“This, that’s it…” Ying Chanxi’s heart, which was originally a little hung up, fell to the ground smoothly at this time.
But when she thought of Li Luo's gift of two thousand yuan, she still took out the red envelope from her pocket: "There are 1,500 yuan in it."
“I’ve seen the Polaroids in that store, and the cheapest one costs more than 500 yuan.”
“How about you accept this red envelope and treat it as if you bought a 500 yuan Polaroid camera? Just give it to me, is that okay?"
Li Luo looked at Ying Chanxi, suddenly laughed, and hit her on the head: "It's really stupid."
"Ah...why did you hit me..." Ying Chanxi covered his head and glared at him.
"You should do less of this kind of thing in the future. It's so sad, but..." With that said, Li Luo took the red envelope from Ying Chanxi's hand and took out a 100 yuan bill from it. Stuff it into your pants pocket.
Then he put the red envelope back into Hui Chanxi's pocket, holding the hundred-yuan bill in his hand, and said with a smile, "Forget the red envelope, but you can still get the 100-yuan tip, just treat it like this. I’ll reward you with a free hair dryer in a few months.”
Li Luo said so, and Ying Chanxi stopped insisting.
After all, if Li Luo had not asked his uncle and aunt for money to buy a camera, but had saved his own pocket money, at least Ying Chanxi would still be very happy and would not have too many worries.
The best thing to do is to swipe his meal card more often when eating at school.
Ying Chanxi thought so in her heart that she no longer insisted on handing the red envelope to Li Luo.
However, looking at the hundred-dollar bill in Li Luo's hand, Ying Chanxi thought for a while, took out another one hundred-dollar bill from the red envelope, stuffed it into Li Luo's hand, raised his feet and reached it. Beside the bed, he said with a smile:
"Then I will give you another 100 yuan tip. Can you massage my shoulders and rub my legs?"
(End of this chapter)