The height of the 22nd floor is very quiet, and Zhou Xiaoli maintains a professional instinct for house sales: "The supporting facilities are good, the public space and public space are relatively high-end, and there is a lot of room for appreciation. When did your mother buy it?"

Buck smiled and looked at her and chirped: "Some days, I think so. Since I have some cash in my hand, I will take advantage of the fact that I am learning to decorate, design myself, and hire someone to dress myself, which is also my internship."

The girl pondered her own perception: "If you decorate it and sell it, the decoration fee will be worthless."

Barker still instills his own opinion: "Enjoy the process instead of all planning is not worth it. Don't you want to have a home you like and think is good-looking?"

Zhou Xiaoli glanced at him, pouted and stopped talking.

It's good. When you open the elevator door, you will make a passage full of decorative panels. It's a bit quiet like a high-end hotel corridor. When you look at the elevator door, you still have picture frames hanging in a shape. Zhou Xiaoli pointed to this detail node and nodded in approval, saying nothing.

It was midnight, and the corridor was very quiet. Most of the seven or eight doors were very clean, with couplets or footbeds and shoe racks at the door. The occupancy rate was very high. Buck found the key marked with the door number and opened the 2206 room door. The smell of clear water room with a cement smell came towards him. The consequence of the closed windows was that the whole room was a little boring.

But Zhou Xiaoli didn't care, she was familiar with this feeling. She looked around with the flashlight on and looked around. Buck put down his bag and went to open the window for breathability. The floor was high, so the wind was strong. Moreover, he didn't close the door. The wind in the hall immediately cleared the breath in the room. Zhou Xiaoli quickly walked out and closed the door and criticized: "The dust was blowing everywhere!"

There was a lot of dust and empty clear water room, and Buck could feel the cement floor under his feet was uneven, so he saw that the bay window was quite easy to sit, so he opened the bag full of documents and found a few thick books to put it on it to invite him: "Sit down, after you look at this room, what do you think, what do you want to pretend to be, I'll do it."

Zhou Xiaoli's face was a little confused: "I have no idea, just live in someone." Sitting on the document, she reached out to touch the surrounding cement mortar wall, and used a flashlight to make a face on her chin. It was not scary. She laughed twice: "My mother and I have always rented a house. I have worked for so many years to make her not work so hard. It doesn't matter if she saves money early to buy a house, so... I like to do house sales."

Buck sat in front of her casually, on the black bag of money, watching the girl speak in the darkness through the luminous light outside.

Maybe the environment or mood is good, Zhou Xiaoli is rarely willing to say that the flashlight in her hand is still turned on and off unconsciously: "I have saved some money in the past two years of working, but I can't keep up with the housing prices and my work is not very smooth. I don't expect what my home is like. The houses I rent are all from others and I can't move around casually, so I'm happy to have a house. And I like to tinker with pictures of the house on the computer. I think everything looks good, but it's not my own."

Speaking of this, I stretched out my legs and kicked Buck: "You make the decision. Should I move in or not? It depends on the situation. I still want to save money to buy a house by myself."

Buck rolled his eyes: "Your independent thinking or insecurity really needs to be treated well."

Speaking of this, Zhou Xiaoli doesn’t care about the house or decoration: “Will your condition worsen when you go to Longshan this time?”

Buck laughed: "But I got the money to decorate the house."

Zhou Xiaoli kicked him again, and she sat up high, so it was really convenient to kick like this: "I'm talking nonsense, do you need medicine? He... the diagnosis he wrote to you is full of ghost-drawing peach talismans, how can I understand it?"

Buck reached out and grabbed the girl's foot: "It's better not to take psychotropic drugs, as they will easily become dementia in the future."

The girl struggled for a moment and gave up: "Just be dementia! Don't worry about me! Isn't it better to be simple?"

Buck was also reversing his mindset: "In this society, it is completely simple and impossible. It's still the same scene. Others smashing the sales office will hurt you. What if I can't do anything? Today a policeman suspects that I can kill someone and I can beat me like this. What should I do? Didn't I reach out when I see Xiaoyi and Xiaozhao like that? I watched the traffickers kidnap them?"

Zhou Xiaoli became quiet, reached out to take off the hat on Buck's head, gently stroked the wounds that were a little feverish and inflammation, and carefully whispered: "It turns out that they were so miserable before... I won't bother them anymore." Speaking of which, her experiences with sisters are somewhat similar. Her mother has an unfortunate marriage, but her mother can still rely on her for life. She is really much happier.

Buck enjoys the warmth, but he provokes trouble: "Don't, children are so crazy, they have to care, but their mentality is better than you. They endure hardships, but they have to enjoy it. We are a family, so don't tell me that clearly, okay?"

Zhou Xiaoli didn't even know where to hit him on the head, so she had to gently shake his neck: "Anyway, I would rather work together to produce results."

Buck remembered this sentence in his heart.

The next day, I started to seriously tinker with my first interior design.

In fact, in order to stay away and prevent parents from seeing their faces, I went to the studio of the Academy of Fine Arts early in the morning.

He had no keys, but there were still students here who had not gone home on National Day and continued to stay in the studio to play with computers. The security guard downstairs of the studio also knew that he could open the door. When he saw him coming, he smiled and said hello. Buck took advantage of the lack of anyone and found a large drawing board with a full-open drawing board, and began to draw pictures according to the little basic knowledge he had learned before.

After putting down the burden last night, Buck and Zhou Xiaoli measured the one-bedroom apartment room. Although there was only a flashlight, a real estate agent and a decoration novice still recorded a sketch and a bunch of data with great interest.

The main reason why the measurement was successfully completed is that the house was too simple.

If there is no balcony, the whole house that is more than 70 square meters is bought in Zhou Xiaoli's professional terms, it is half of it being cut off by the public, but in fact it is less than 50 square meters. If Liu Shufen had not bought it early, it would have been a bit of a loss.

The whole house is a square lattice. The floor plan is so quick-shot, it is a field character. However, the living room on the left is connected to occupy two grids, the upper grid on the right is the bedroom, the lower one is the bathroom and the kitchen. The living room and the bedroom each have large windows on the top of the field character.

It's that simple.

But Buck started writing with a piece of design paper of about one square square.

This made the few boys who were playing in the studio come over curiously and look at it. As usual, they picked out some elementary category errors for him, and smiled and continued to tinker with their own tricks.

Buck didn't care, and sat at the sunny studio drawing table with his eyes squinted. The flat drawings could transform the space into a solid body in his mind, imagine the appearance of the walls and floors, and transform the space according to his favorite pattern, and add various furniture and decorations, wouldn't it become a home?

The corners of his mouth began to smile. He felt that his mentality had improved a lot. He didn't dare to think like this before. This familiar conception of family space was his favorite pastimes to pass the time in the past few years. At least one or two months ago, he didn't dare to go to see the new house because he was afraid that this idea of ​​conceiving the future would make him sink into memories of the past.

It's much better now!

Advanced drawing pencils are much better than the previous bad pen tips, and high-precision drawing machines and drawing boards are even better than crumpled paper or small PDA handheld computers!

This is an extremely free space for thinking. Buck is like a writer writing a work he likes. He sits on a high stool and quickly draws a floor plan, and then draws various imaginary perspectives next to him, just like the sketches from the perspective that Cheng Ziyu draws casually. Although Buck is still very immature, at least he can understand what he draws now, and his professional feeling is a bit similar, which makes him even more excited and interesting.

This kind of concentration and dedication feeling was far beyond his ability to fight and even perform his duties as a military doctor. It was even to the point where he forgot to eat and sleep. It was not until his phone rang and answered in a daze that he realized that it was already afternoon!

Zhou Xiaoli complained: "Didn't you say that you would ask me to have dinner together at noon? It's rare to be at home on holiday!"

Buck quickly looked at the time on his phone. It was past two o'clock. I was very sorry: "I have been making pictures and forgot the time! I'll go over to find you right away."

Zhou Xiaoli still complained: "I guess you forgot it, so she pretended to be some food. Have you eaten it? If you have eaten it, I will go back."

Buck was surprised: "Where are you?"

Zhou Xiaoli was dissatisfied: "I haven't been to the gate of the college again, so how can I find it?"

Buck immediately ran out.

Like a 100-meter race, the two boys even looked at it strangely.

Sure enough, the girl in simple clothes was standing at the gate of the Academy of Fine Arts, holding the stainless steel insulation bucket that had been to the decoration site. When she saw Buck running over, she waved her hand without any excitement, just looking around.

Buck was more excited than her and took the insulated bucket: "Have you eaten?"

Zhou Xiaoli really has traditional virtues: "I said I want to eat together, I'm just waiting for you, what are you painting? Are you so focused?"

Buck couldn't wait to show her his work: "Let's go, go, go to the studio."

Zhou Xiaoli also pretended: "Can I go?"

When Bakrat pulled her, she took a big step.

As a result, as soon as I arrived at the studio door, several people were watching Buck's drawing board.

The sound of ridicule was quite harsh: "This is also a design drawing? There is no basic foundation for painting, and it is so messy that it is nothing. What style is it?"

"The proportion is not right, right? But at least I can understand that it is only a big slap in my palm. Is it necessary to make design drawings? It is completely anti-aircraft guns to kill mosquitoes."

"I heard that it was an outside school migrant worker who learned it... This is a typical example of a dog who can't even make a tiger. You won't even want to learn to run away even if you crawl?"

The things that Buck had worked hard for a day were so despised that they were worthless.
Chapter completed!