Charm point maxed out, inheriting game assets

Chapter 1713: Chapter 589: Repairing the Wall (5)

Zhang Yan was stunned for a moment before something seemed to propel her to run back to the balcony, gazing intently through the old window at the street below.

She counted in her mind, and when she reached ”13,” that familiar figure finally appeared on the pathway in the community.

He walked briskly under the afternoon sun, almost jogging.

His entire being exuded a youthful and carefree energy.

The passionate, clean, radiant ”boy” from her memories had finally broken free from dullness and oppression.

The Tang Song she saw this time was much better than what she had hoped for or imagined.

Tears began to gather in Zhang Yan’s eyes.

It’s wonderful that he’s doing so well.

She genuinely felt happy for him.

She just quietly watched, motionless, until his figure disappeared around the corner of the community.

She didn’t know how much time had passed.

That familiar silhouette appeared in her sight again.

This time, he was carrying many items, but it was unclear what they were.

Zhang Yan quickly came to her senses, hurriedly returned to the living room, and stood nervously by the door.

When she heard clear footsteps in the hallway, she gently opened the door.

Soon, Tang Song came in.

”I’m back,” he said, dropping the items in his hands loudly on the floor.

”What’s this...” Zhang Yan looked at the items on the floor and immediately froze.

One large bucket bore the words ”Strong Waterproof and Anti-Alkali Primer,” another was labeled ”Odorless Eco-Friendly Waterproof Latex Paint,” and there was a shopping bag with a hardware store logo.

Noticing her startled gaze, Tang Song explained with a smile, ”I remember telling you before that my dad did renovations. I just happened to have some free time today, so I thought I’d help you fix the walls; I know a thing or two about this.”

”Ah!” Zhang Yan exclaimed softly, shaking her head and waving her hands frantically, her words muddled, ”No, no need! I... I can find someone to fix it myself... I can’t let you...”

Tang Song chuckled and gently interrupted her, ”It’s no trouble, really. Besides, I haven’t done this in a while, and I really wanted to give it a try; it’s quite fun.”

He paused for a moment and playfully winked at her, ”Want to come help me out a bit? We can work together and make it easier.”

Zhang Yan stammered for a while, looking into his sincere, smiling eyes, and finally couldn’t bring herself to object anymore.

She picked up the plastic bag filled with tools and followed him into the bathroom, which embarrassed her the most.

The walls weren’t tiled, only coated with a long-yellowed waterproof paint.

Due to years of dampness and poor ventilation, large areas of wall paint had lifted and peeled, revealing mottled, unsightly cement beneath.

It was really terrible; every time Tang Song said he wanted to use the bathroom, she would feel nervous and uneasy.

Tang Song seemingly didn’t notice her discomfort, naturally working with her to move the sundries from the bathroom to the bedroom.

Then, he took out a blue smock from the shopping bag and put it on, retrieving a roller, brush, and putty knife, skillfully starting to clean the wall surface.

”You see, with this kind of old wall, you have to scrape off all the peeling and loose areas first, or the new paint won’t last long,”

”Before painting, this waterproof primer is key, especially in damp places like bathrooms and kitchens; it can prevent the walls from getting damp and moldy and help the topcoat adhere more firmly...”

As he worked, he casually shared some renovation knowledge with her.

The bathroom was very small, about four square meters, with approximately ten square meters of walls to paint.

With Tang Song’s current strength and coordination, the job went particularly smoothly and efficiently.

The mottled wall paint was slowly scraped off by his hands, revealing the gray cement underneath.

Tang Song evenly mixed the primer and carefully applied it with a roller.

Zhang Yan followed him, initially feeling nervous and timid, unsure where to put her hands and feet.

But gradually, she was infected by his ease and focus.

Sometimes, she would hand him tools; sometimes, she’d steady the slightly unstable small stool for him.

More often, she just stood quietly by, dazedly watching him, dotted with sweat and white latex paint.

The roller rubbed against the wall repeatedly, producing a low ”rustling” sound.

The dilapidated bathroom was being covered and repaired, little by little, with a clean, new layer of white.

She looked and listened.

For some reason, she couldn’t help but call his name, ”Tang Song—”

Tang Song paused, turned around, his face stained with a few spots of white paint, smiling brightly and cleanly, ”I’m here, what’s up?”

”No, no, nothing, thank you,” she lowered her head in a fluster.

Momentarily, she felt that a similarly mottled, damp, and insecure corner inside her.

Was being meticulously and gently mended by him, quietly, bit by bit.