Qing Kuang

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Kou Chen has n’t done any craftsmanship. He ’s all sleeping or doing something else in the elementary school ’s crafting class, or he has been kicked out of the classroom by the teacher. There is no concept of craftsmanship when he gets older. With a bracelet, he seems to have seen something handmade.

The desire to make a handmade gift for Huo Ran was purely inspired by the bracelet that I didn't know who sent.

He wouldn't do it at all. It ’s a birthday gift. Just buy it. When it ’s better, it ’s when you buy a gift.

He didn't know why he had to make one for Huo Ran, but once this idea was formed, it seemed as if he had become evil.

After breakfast, he returned to the classroom. The first thing he did was sit beside Huo Ran, and lifted Huo Ran's feet from under the desk and pressed it on his own leg.

Ignore the laughter of the girls all around.

"Can I measure it myself?" Huo Ran struggled to regain his leg.

"Don't move!" He stared at Huo Ran, held his leg tightly, tore a piece of paper from the book, and circled around Huo Ran's ankle, "Isn't that all right?"

"Served you." Huo Ran retracted his legs and sighed back to the table.

Kou Chen stamped a note on the note, then laid it flat on the table, measured it with a ruler, and noted the length in the mobile phone.

As he looked up, Xu Chuan stood next to his desk and reached into his eyes.

"Fuck." Kou Chen cursed, grabbed Xu Chuan's hand, picked up a pen and quickly drew a watch on his wrist.

Their plan for the weekend is to practice basketball for two days, and they will play next week. On the one hand, they want to practice together and on the other hand, they want to find an excuse to play together.

But Lao Yang had more time this weekend to teach him to make leather chains, and Kou Chen had to grit his teeth and give up a day of practice.

Lao Yang's car hadn't reached the door yet, and the handsome guy lying on Kou Chen's legs suddenly raised his head and his ears straightened.

"Did you hear Lao Yang's car?" Kou Chen immediately jumped from the sofa, "Go."

"Where!" The mother shouted.

"Go to Lao Yang to play." Kou Chen opened the door when changing shoes, and rushed out like a handsome arrow.

"Your sister has invited people to go shopping. I thought Ruidong was busy," said her mother. "They are not dating on the weekend?"

"I don't usually see each other, but I'm tired and tired at the weekend," Kou Chen ran out, "I'll go back to school at night and I'll practice the ball tomorrow-"

Lao Yang bought a penthouse on the edge of the city and turned it into a studio.

Filled with all kinds of leather goods, wallet storage bags, wine bags, decorations ... and all kinds of raw materials and tools.

"Every time I come back, I think this is a horror scene." Kou Chen dragged the handsome collar and pointed at a huge leather cushion in the back room, throwing some **** made of waste leather, Did you see it? Go play, come to me after getting tired of it, don't let you bite, have you heard? "

Shuai Shuai rushed over there.

"Answer me!" Kou Chen said.

Shuaisi called out.

"Come on." Kou Chen let go, and stood next to Lao Yang on the side of the console. "Come on, let's do it this afternoon at the latest. I'm going back to school this afternoon."

"I can finish it in an hour," said Lao Yang. "What you said ... maybe it's about the same. After five minutes, I will throw things away when I get tired, and I will finish it for you in an hour."

Kou Chen did not refute Lao Yang's words. First, to save time, and second, Lao Yang was not wrong.

He picked up a pencil next to it and wrote down the size of Huo Ran's ankle on the table, then looked at Lao Yang: "Pick the skin first?"

"Well," Lao Yang turned around, took a little leather from the shelf, and put it on the console. "Do you want to make something like that?"

"Don't you say it before, copper nails and buckles and the like." Kou Chen looked at the leather one by one.

"You ..." Old Yang cleared his throat, "Did you watch too many movies?"

"What?" Kou Chen looked up at him, didn't understand what he said, and continued to look down at the skin. "I don't like black, and I don't like too light brown ..."

When he was about halfway, he suddenly reacted, looked up suddenly, and stared at Lao Yang: "What did you just say fucking? What movie?"

"Isn't it? What do you ask for, leather, nails, buckles, etc.," said Lao Yang, "what do you want? How do you ..."

"Leather, rivets, pretty punk," Kou Chen said.

"... Really," Lao Yang looked at him, "I think so much, you are a pure boy."

"What the **** are you thinking!" Kou Chen snarled.

"Don't force me." Lao Yang pointed to the leather, "Come on."

"You're the one watching too much, right?" Kou Chen snorted. "Old hooligan."

"Who is old?" Lao Yang took a piece from the leather and threw it in front of him. "Let ’s make it old, which is more suitable for the feeling you want."

"Okay." Kou Chen looked at the piece of leather, dark brown, and it was retro after it was old.

"The leather has been processed, you don't have to make it yourself," Lao Yang collected the other leather, laid it in front of him, and put a ruler and a leather knife in front of him. "Measure the size and draw the line. Then cut it out. "

"Um." Kou Chen took the ruler and pressed it on the leather, then took a breath and began to draw a line with a pencil.

Draw the line should be the easiest step, but his fingers pressing the ruler are too disobedient, beyond the edge of the ruler, a semicircle is drawn on the straight line drawn by the pencil.

He heard Lao Yang sigh and looked up at Lao Yang.

"Make it up," Lao Yang said.

He drew it again. The ruler didn't know why it moved, and the pencil drew a line next to it, and it worked. Anyway, although this skin is not large, at least 50 can be drawn with such a leather ring.

"How wide?" He asked Lao Yang.

"It's up to you," Lao Yang said, "but I suggest it should be no more than two centimeters. It should be less conspicuous. After all, the secondary school focuses on high school."

"Okay, 1.5." Kou Chen lowered his head and continued, he was afraid he would not wear it too much.

He always thought of being a apron, cutting the skin, cutting everything, and then knocking on the rivets.

The process is almost the same, but it is just as simple as cooking. Every action is the same as if the joints were reversed. It is clumsy.

He cut off a small slice of his nails while cutting.

His nails were cut short, so by the way he also cut off a small piece of skin on his fingertips.

When the blood poured out, Lao Yang almost knelt down to him: "Don't make it, I'll come. This piece of skin not only has your mind and effort, but also your blood, and you will give it to me later. "

"No." Kou Chen put his finger in his mouth and tore a band-aid around.

"Your sister killed me." Lao Yang said.

"Did she hurt me more than I hurt more than this?" Kou Chen disdain.

"That's her uncle, you try it for another person?" Lao Yang said.

Kou Chen still decided to insist. This was the first time he made a gift for someone in this life, and it was the first person in his life to block his sword. He also liked this person very much.

However, he obviously underestimated the difficulty of making this thing, or in other words, he overestimated his talent for craftsmanship.

Maybe I also overestimated how much I like Huo Ran's cuteness.

Lao Yang took a piece of waste and let him learn how to rivet first. After hitting his third finger with a piece of skin, he threw the hammer aside and fell to the sofa.

"Go to your mother, practice a fart, don't do it." He looked at the blood pouring out of his fingertips again.

Heartache.

For someone like him who would find it painful to break a mosquito bag, this is simply torture, torture, pain and anger, and there is no anger.

Lao Yang looked at him holding the console.

"I'm not scolding you." Kou Chen muffled his voice.

"Simply make it easier," said Lao Yang. "Do you know what the first finished product I made?"

Kou Chen was silent.

"A tape measure," Lao Yang said with a smile. "Just cut a long piece of leather, and the bed was left untreated. I just put a copper mold on the scale and it was done."

"Tape ruler?" Kou Chen looked at him with some surprise.

tape?

"Yeah, novices start from the simplest. You are a novice who can't even stack paper," said Lao Yang. "It's good to cut the skin."

"What procedure is a tape measure to do?" Kou Chen asked.

"... cut, apply the surface treatment agent, trim the edges, type on the words, and rivets on both sides." Lao Yang said.

"Come trim and nail you," Kou Chen stood up. "What's your copper mold? Are there any letters?"

"Yes, why?" Lao Yang took a wooden box and opened it, which was full of various large metal nail-shaped metal strips, with letters or patterns on a larger plane.

"I think I really asked you to make a complicated one for me, and Huo Ran couldn't believe it was me," said Kou Chen. "Then make a simple one, make a thin tape measure, and make two circles around your ankle. The length of the child, and then there must be a scale on it, and the scale will not be marked with numbers. What do you think about the date of his birthday and the letters of his name? Can I do this? "

"Yes." Lao Yang nodded.

"That's it," Kou Chen snapped his fingers. "I'll get one too."

"... A couple's?" Old Yang asked.

"Well," Kou Chen nodded, and paused for another two seconds. "How are you brother!"

"I call these couples lovers," Lao Yang patted his skin. "Go ahead, Master Kou."

Many people in the class did not return home today, except for Kou Chen, who stayed in the gym.

Previously, Huo Ran's name list was on the list of him and Kou Chen, Jiang Lei, Wei Chaoren, and Luo Feiyu.

Today they all stayed for training and split into two practice calls.

Except Kou Chen didn't come.

Kou Chen went home to make a birthday present for him.

Huo Ran was a little bit depressed. His birthday was more than half a month. He had to make a gift today, but when he thought that Kou Chen was going back to make this gift, and had thought about it for a long time in advance, he felt very warm.

Kou Chen has a good fight, not only talented, but also diligent in practice the day after tomorrow, so his level is very high.

But he did it by hand ... With Huo Ran's understanding of him, this person could even peel the chocolate out of a pit by peeling a piece of chocolate foil. At such a level, doing it by hand is a bit daunting.

If he did make an anklet, he would not know whether to wear it.

Wear it, just in case it's too ugly.

Don't wear it, and can't help Kou Chen's intentions.

... so wear it.

After playing one and a half in the afternoon, everyone was a bit tired, so Huo Ran let everyone rest, he and Xu Zhifan Xu Chuan went to buy drinks.

Wu Xiaochen and a few girls also followed. All the food and drink for the training was paid out of class. She had to pay for it.

"Why didn't Kou Chen come today?" Tang Wei asked.

"There is something going home, come later." Huo Ran said.

"I haven't seen Kou Chen play," Tang Wei asked again, looking forward, "is he handsome?"

"So handsome," Huo Ran said.

"Ah ..." Tang Wei leaned against Li Yiyi while covering her chest. "Ah ... my enthusiasm ..."

"Who's?" Wu Xiaochen turned her head and looked at her, "You say it again! You shameless woman!"

Tang Wei still covered her chest: "Well, you fierce woman! Don't you just want to say it's yours!"

"It's obviously arrogant!" Wu Xiaochen shook his fist with justice.

Huo Ran was eating the last packet of beef jerky contributed by Wei Chaoren, and almost choked.

Several girls immediately laughed into a ball, Wu Xiaochen actually persisted for a few seconds before laughing.

"I won't join you anymore!" Li Yiyi said, "My heart has another place now."

"Who?" Wu Xiaochen asked.

"Who else can it be, Lin Wuzhen," Tang Wei waved his hand, "She drooled almost on the day she shouted."

"Fart! How can I do that ..." Li Yiyi said halfway, suddenly pointing to the front, "Kou Chen is here?"

"Ah! Kou Chen!" Tang Wei waved in front of Gao Chong.

Huo Ran quickly threw half a piece of beef jerky back into the bag and looked up.

Seeing Kou Chen coming forward.

He couldn't help but smile.

"Done?" Shouted Kou Chen.

"No, rest time," Xu Zhifan said.

"Buy water?" Kou Chen stopped.

"Yes, there is funding." Xu Chuan pointed to Wu Xiaochen.

"I'm the East." Wu Xiaochen patted his small bag.

Kou Chen turned and walked with them to the store, leaned against Huo Ran, and whispered, "Show you ..."

"Wow," Tang Wei shouted at the back, "Kou Chen, your ankle is so cool!"

Huo Ran froze, and looked down at Kou Chen's ankle with everyone, a thin belt wrapped around the ankle twice, the position of the lock was an old rivet, and a small ring under There is a small thing the size of a small fingernail.

"What is this?" Tang Wei kept bending behind him.

Kou Chen stopped. "What is it?"

"The little one hanging." Tang Wei pointed.

"Sickle," Kou Chen said.

"Ah," Tang Wei covered his chest again. "Is that the sickle used by the **** of death on your lower back?"

"... Yes." Kou Chen smiled.

"Did you make it yourself?" Wu Xiaochen asked, "Is it a ruler? Is there a scale?"

"Yes." Kou Chen continued to move forward.

Huo Ran watched him become so natural that he walked side by side with him in the past, and whispered, "My birthday present, now you are on your feet and everyone will visit?"

"This is mine," Kou Chen whispered with a smile, "Where is yours in my pocket? I'll show it to you for a while, but it's the same as mine."

"Look at the crowd." Xu Chuan said beside him.

"Huh?" Kou Chen took out his phone and opened the group.

In the group of seven, several screens have been swiped across the screen and reported the size of their wrists and ankles. Hu Yi directly reported the waist circumference.

-I do n’t want to put it on my hands or feet. I ’m not used to it. I want a belt.

"You go!" Kou Chen raised his hand in front of Xu Chuan. "See?"

"How did you do that?" Huo Ran asked.

"Cut a knife, just wrapped and **** a few times," Kou Chen frowned, "I'm so angry."

"I'm crying ..." Huo Ran said.

Kou Chen looked at him.

"You just feel bad," Huo Ran said, "is your mouth deep?"

"It's not too deep, just drop a little skin," Kou Chen said, "I'll be fine tomorrow."

"Has been hit a few times with a hammer?" Huo Ran squeezed his fingers, feeling a bit swollen. "Who hit them?"

"Who else can smash it, will Lao Yang smash me," Kou Chen sighed, "I stun myself."

Huo Ran knew that doing this thing could not be done just by picking it up. He also knew that Kou Chen had no talent in this area, but he didn't expect that the situation of cut and smashed hands would appear.

Suddenly a little unhappy.

"I want to know it's so difficult, I don't need it," he said.

"What's that fart?" Kou Chen snorted.

I bought a drink and returned to the gym. The group of seven came over and squatted at Kou Chen's feet to study the anklets for a while.

"Don't talk about helping Huo Ran?" Wei Chaoren said, "Why did you make one for yourself after a long time?"

Kou Chen squinted at him and said nothing.

"Are you stupid," Jiang Lei said, "this is obviously a pair."

"... Oh," Wei Chaoren punched Kou Chen's fists, "Farewell."

Kou Chen sat in the stands and couldn't stop laughing.

Huo Ran cleared his throat after a group of people went to get drinks. "Let me see?"

"Um." Kou Chen pulled out a small ring from his pocket. "Look first, it's not packed yet. I'll make a small leather bag for you on your birthday."

"No need." Huo Ran looked at the leather in his hand. This was a small, small-sized leather ruler with scales on it, and the recessed numbers and letters were printed under each cell. "Is it my birthday and name?"

"Yes," Kou Chen pointed to the position of the lock. "My hoist is a sickle. Yours is ... Shiba Inu's head."

Huo Ran looked at him.

"Nothing else." Kou Chen smiled, "I'll look for it anyway, your birthday isn't here anyway."

"No," Huo Ran said.

"Huh?" Kou Chen looked at him.

Huo Ran hesitated a moment, lowered his head to wrap the small measuring tape around his ankle, and buckled it.

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