Lazy God Possession

After coming out of the sales hall, Chen Changfei received another call. After hanging up the phone, he sighed and said, "The previous landlord called and said the rent would go up."

"How much?"

"I don't know yet ... seems to at least double ..." Chen Changfei sighed.

Both were a little silent.

The skyrocketing house prices and the soaring cost of living are very heavy pressures on every young person. When every young person has to bet on the efforts of the next ten, twenty, thirty years, How much vitality is there in a house?

As he walked, thinking about his thoughts, Chen Changfei walked away and showed no sound. He suddenly stopped, and then it turned out that he hadn't heard Chen Changda's voice for a long time.

Shouldn't it scare this kid.

Chen Changfei turned around and saw Chen Changda behind him running around.

It was raining this morning, and many snails got out of the dusty shell and crawled on the young leaves.

Chen Changda picked up a cola bottle and threw the snail into it. Now he has picked a small half.

"What are you doing?" Don Wan wondered.

"Take it home to feed the chicken. Chickens like to eat snails ..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly patted his head: "Ah, there are no chickens at home!"

Suddenly he was a little stunned again.

For a half-old child, leaving home and coming to a big city is full of joy and surprise, but at the same time, there is an unspeakable persistence. The old yard of the family, the old house, and the chickens and ducks, the old one dog……

"If only I could carry the house over like a snail," Chen Changda muttered.

Chen Changfei stopped suddenly and stayed there.

Carry your house over? Like a snail?

At one time, when Chen Changfei was a child, he had such naive fantasy, but this is just fantasy.

At this moment, they were walking on a wilderness.

As the sales lady said before, there are already owners in the open spaces nearby. Perhaps these developers are still covering the ground, waiting for the appreciation to continue, then decide what to open, or change hands.

It's mid-summer. This barren land is lush and covered with various weed plants, like a "herbal garden".

Perhaps it was because there were so many people viewing the house. In the middle of this land, people walked out of a trail. The road was slightly muddy, but it was still walkable.

Chen Changda was excited, and thought imaginatively: "At that time, we will put the house here. You can grow vegetables here, you can grow chicken there, here is the gate, here is the kitchen ..."

He is immersed in his own fantasy, and there is no longer the coyness and embarrassment of the past, and no hesitation and unease. This is like a child of his age.

It's like suddenly finding a sense of belonging from this city.

Chen Changfei looked at Chen Changda and suddenly stood up.

Then he suddenly touched behind him, but felt empty.

When I went out today, I forgot to carry my backpack.

"Wu" handed over a copy of the book, Tang Wan couldn't laugh or cry, he was too familiar with this expression.

When we were with Wei Ke in the past, Wei Ke would get up and down from time to time, and then he handed in a script at this time, and Wei Ke would graffiti some of the designs and inspirations that just came to mind.

He did not expect that today he handed the manuscript to Chen Changfei.

Chen Changfei took the manuscript and smeared it on the manuscript.

Tang Wan and Chen Changda both stood behind him, watching curiously.

After all, Chen Changfei was born in science class. Graffiti sketching is already a skill that makes perfect.

His thoughts were a little messy, and a snail was painted on the manuscript first.

"This snail really looks like it!" Chen Changda sighed.

But Chen Changfei didn't want an image, so he quickly turned a page and continued to paint.

The shell of a snail is the home of a snail, which can hold its body, but what humans need is not just to accommodate the body, but also more space.

The shells of snails are actually their exoskeleton. All the snails, conch and even shellfish in this world have strange and endless shells. In fact, they all use the same formula with different parameters.

It's like God set a standard, and then let these creatures grow freely within this standard.

As the snail grows, its shell does not grow larger, but it keeps growing. If its life is long enough, it can grow endlessly.

Therefore, what Chen Changfei needs is not the shape of the snail, but its morals and ideas.

If there is a kind of house, you can take it with you wherever you go. Just plug it into the space and support structure specially designed for it and immediately merge with other snail houses.

It feels like ... maybe more like coral.

Turning over a page, Chen Changfei put aside the image of a snail in his mind and began to focus on designing a space where humans can live comfortably.

Chen Changfei abandoned the spiral shape and adopted a cube, but maintained a square spiral layout from outside to inside. This beautiful and stable, but not monotonous.

But soon, Chen Changfei put aside his own idea and designed a diamond-shaped structure. Then he began to think about whether some arcs should be added, such as arcs ...

Chen Changfei has more and more ideas, more and more paintings, and more and more fantastic ideas. Tang Wan and Chen Changda, who are standing behind him, have more and more mouths.

...

When the three returned to the studio, the sun was tilting westward.

Wei Ke and Nan Ming are both sleeping on the sand ~ www.readwn.com ~ Although Wei Ke completed the first draft of the design last night, Nan Ming also agreed with his design philosophy, but the rest needs to be perfected There are still many things.

Although Nanming is lazy, occasionally ... I will be diligent, for example, when I want to force others to jump off the building.

If in the past, Tang Wan would not have been willing to wake up Wei Ke, but at this moment, he really couldn't help it, and stepped forward and called gently: "General Wei, General Wei ..."

Wei Ke opened his eyes in a blindfold and jumped out with a loud scream: "Ah! What? What? My design was stunned by President Nan again!"

"Mr. Wei, you are dreaming ..." Tang Wanyi, with a cold sweat in his head, what kind of life is Wei Ke these days!

Nan Ming was awoken next to her, and opened her confused eyes: "What? What? What did I do? What did I do?"

"Mr. Nan, Mr. Wei, look at this design!" Tang Wan handed the script in his hand to the two.

Wei Ke took a look at it, and then suddenly opened his eyes.

After a short while, he looked at Tang Wan and said, "Xiao Tangwan, it's amazing! This is probably the most valuable thing designed by our studio so far! It's great, I don't want to train me hard , You are finally out! "

"Uh-huh, finally come out Xiaotang Wan!" Nan Ming nodded again and again.

"Uh ..." Tang Wan scratched his head awkwardly, stood aside, and let Chen Changfei, who was standing behind, stand out: "Actually, it was designed by Changfei ..."

"Hey!" Wei Ke hated the thigh and patted his thigh: "You, you, when can you be a little bit prosperous! You are a designer! A designer, you! Don't patronize others all day long! You work hard!

"I try my best, I try my best ..." Tang Wan scratched his head, no way, he later realized that he really did not have that talent, it is estimated that he can only be a big housekeeper in this life ... (to be continued.)