wind direction

Lin Po gave Chen Lang a box of his own private collection, most of which were original records from abroad, and some out-of-print video discs and vinyl records, which he had bought abroad over the years and rarely took them out.But this day is Chen Lang's birthday, so Lin Po specially picked some as gifts for Chen Lang.

"What are these?" Seeing Lingo holding a big box, Chen Lang couldn't help but feel amused.

"My collection is for you." Ringo smiled smugly, "Seeing so many records in your house, I know you are a knowledgeable person, but without my collection, your collection is incomplete. "

"Hey, you are so bold." Chen Lang joked as he opened the door, "I want to see how powerful your private goods are, come in." He opened the door and let Ling Po into the room.

The apartment that Chen Lang rented was not very big, but he tidied it up very neatly. The simple furniture and household items were arranged in an orderly manner. With the addition of some personal ornaments he brought from home, the small apartment showed a A warm atmosphere of life.

"Have you redecorated this place? It wasn't like this last time." Ringo put down the box in his hand, and took a pair of slippers to put on.

"It's not renovated, just changed some furniture and decorations." Chen Lang went back to the bedroom to put things away, changed another piece of clothes before coming out.

"I thought you would go back to your home today, and I wanted to send you this box."

"Why do you go home? It's the same everywhere anyway. You're not alone. You don't feel so deserted in this small apartment." Chen Lang poured two glasses of water over, took a sip himself, and put the other glass away. Give Ringo on the table.

"You won't be deserted tonight, let me show you something." Lingo winked at Chen Lang slyly.

"Show one hand?" Chen Lang looked at Ling Po suspiciously, smiled and said, "Your two hands are nothing special, do you have a third hand?"

"You only have three hands, brat." Lingo scolded with a smile, and then took out another small box from the big box, "This is the steak I just bought, didn't I agree to let you taste my cooking, today Just in time."

"Hey, Mr. Lin is really versatile. I have a good fortune today, little brother." Chen Lang said, pretending to be respectful, took the ingredients from Lin Po's hand, and took them to the kitchen.

Ringo walked around the room, then took out the records and video discs from the box, and put them on the coffee table to sort them out.

"What are the treasures?" Chen Lang walked over and sat down beside Lingo.

"It's the discs I've been scouring abroad over the years, and they're not very valuable, except for a few out-of-print discs, but I think you'll like these."

"Let me see." Chen Lang said and began to flip through the pile of records, "Bjork, Cranberries, David Bowie, Morrissey... Ha, even this one from the Beatles? You are really good, you are indeed Mr. Lin." Chen Lang As he spoke, he looked at Ringo with admiration, "Give these to me, don't you feel bad?"

"What's your heartache, it's a good place to give it to your bosom friend." Lin Po smiled slightly.

"You cook and give gifts at the same time, I'm so embarrassed." Chen Lang put down the record in his hand, turned his head to look at Ringo, pretending to be grateful.

"You still feel embarrassed, who came to my class on purpose last week to tear me down? And who pretended to be me and replied to those female classmates last week?" Lin Po was angry and funny, and he finally At first, I didn't expect Chen Lang to have such a naughty side, but after I got to know him well, I realized that although there is always a kind of melancholy in his eyes, his heart is actually more like a child who hasn't grown up.

"Why don't I solve your problems for you? Those female classmates are so cute." Chen Lang stuck out his tongue, looking confident.

"Cute, why don't you find one yourself? Little devil." Lingo has nothing to do with Chen Lang now.

"Okay, okay, it's alright if I'm wrong, Mr. Lin, let's cook, I'm waiting to taste your peerless craftsmanship." Chen Lang smiled slyly at Lin Po, and continued to flip through the pile of records .Lin Po stretched out his hand and rubbed Chen Lang's hair, then stood up helplessly and walked towards the kitchen.