The slightly weird commander's ship girl tour

"This is the notebook from Wang Wei's poem, right?" Huang Chen put the book and notebook aside, stared at the girl and asked, "Where did you find it?"

Fushun shrank his neck, looked around, and came close to him and whispered, "Where did you find this in Changchun? It should be Sister Anshan's."

"Hmm?" Huang Chen raised his eyebrows. "Diary? Isn't that a bit bad?"

"No, it's not a diary." Fushun shook his head, opening the notebook and holding it close to the commander's eyes. "You'll know it after you take a look."

"I won't look." Huang Chen suddenly felt something was wrong and subconsciously closed his eyes. He had been tricked by a girl like this before.

"Take a look, Commander?" Fushun leaned forward with the notebook and used another hand to pull up his eyelids.

The latter felt more and more that there must be something wrong with this thing, and fumbled around with his eyes closed, trying to snatch the notebook.

Fushun was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and immediately raised his hand to avoid Huang Chen's big hand.

Just as I was about to laugh out loud, I felt my hands were empty and the notebook was taken away from behind.

The girl turned around hurriedly, but shrank her neck in fear and hid behind Huang Chen, "Sister..."

"Anshan?" Huang Chen heard it and squinted his eyes to look. A girl with long green hair was standing not far away. She looked at the notebook in her hand with a calm expression and a hint of nostalgia.

It looks like this is really a diary, right?

Huang Chen thought so in his heart, turned around and glared at Fushun, then pulled the girl in front of him and escorted her over.

The girl resisted with her feet against the ground, but was still pushed forward by Huang Chen's firm and powerful hands.

Anshan looked up when he heard the voice, his face full of confusion. "Commander, Fushun, what are you doing..."

Huang Chen immediately said righteously, "The culprit has been apprehended."

"I'm not the culprit!" Fushun pouted and struggled to break free from Huang Chen's hand, but failed.

"Really?" Anshan shook his head helplessly and raised the notebook in his hand, "This..."

"It's Fushun. I haven't seen it at all and I don't know anything." Huang Chen said.

Fushun immediately struggled violently. Huang Chen saw this and put his hands under the girl's armpits to lift her up and held her in front of Anshan.

Perhaps knowing there was no hope of escape, Fushun stopped struggling, lowered his head, and spoke softly, "Sister, this is..."

"So it was Fushun who found it? I thought it was lost." Anshan was quite surprised and threw the notebook on the table. He didn't look angry at all as Huang Chen imagined.

Fushun was immediately surprised, then he turned around and stared at Huang Chen with a look that said, "Put me down quickly."

Huang Chen was also a little surprised, but he didn't put Fushun down in a hurry. Instead, he held it up and shook it like a rocking instrument before putting the dizzy girl down.

He walked over to Anshan and asked in confusion, "What is this?"

"An old sketchbook," Anshan said with a nostalgic look on his face. "I didn't see it when I was packing up before. I thought I had lost it."

"I found this in a pile of old books that I was planning to throw away in Changchun." Fushun staggered over, climbed onto a chair, leaned on the table and said.

Anshan smiled and rubbed Fushun's head, "That's amazing! I almost got thrown away."

Huang Chen stood nearby, silent and watching the girl flip through the pages of her illustrated book. "Are all these drawings by Anshan?"

"We all drew it together." Anshan shook his head.

Fushun immediately pointed to a red mark on it and showed it off to Huang Chen, "I drew this."

"awesome."

Huang Chen nodded.

Fushun puffed his lips and pointed at the little memories that suddenly came to mind. "This one was painted by Changchun, this one was painted by Anshan sister, and this one was painted by Taiyuan... Actually, Anshan sister painted the most."

"Not really... The main thing is that once you start, you have to finish it properly." Anshan said a little embarrassedly, feeling like he was just a child for liking something like this. "It was clearly Fushun who said it at the beginning, but in the end, he didn't even finish a few strokes. The same thing happened with Changchun and Taiyuan. In the end, they had no choice but to let me finish it."

While speaking, he secretly glanced at Huang Chen a few times, as if he was afraid of being misunderstood by the commander.

Huang Chen chuckled and looked at the last page of the drawing book, which was a Q-version map of the port area that had not been colored yet.

Fushun blinked, then suddenly remembered, "This is... I remember saying I'd wait until the commander comes back to draw it."

Anshan suddenly realized something, and then added a hint of melancholy to his tone, "No wonder it was in Changchun. She was the one who kept it. I didn't expect everyone to forget about it."

"But isn't the commander here now? It doesn't really delay anything." Fushun was still in a hurry, jumping up in his chair. "I'll go call Changchun and Taiyuan. Let's get started now."

"Fushun..." Anshan paused, then looked at Huang Chen helplessly, "Fushun has always been like this..."

"I know." Huang Chen nodded in agreement, then looked at the drawing book on the table, thought about it, and put all the reference books aside. "But she's right. Isn't it just right to paint now? Actually, I'm quite confident about painting."

Chapter 611 Are tools such inconvenient things?

Although Huang Chen thought he was a good drawer, he actually had no chance to show it in front of the little guy.

After all, it was just a square table. After the four Vajras gathered around it, several little heads gathered together, almost occupying all the space, so it was not easy for Huang Chen to insert himself in.

In the end, I could only helplessly watch the performances in Fushun and Changchun.

"Well, that's it!"

Not long after, as Anshan added the final stroke, Fushun raised the drawing book with a smile.

Because it had been forgotten in the corner for a long time, the paper of the drawing book had turned yellow, and the watercolor pens that Fushun found temporarily were not of very good quality - they were the ones that were originally planned to be thrown away.

All this makes the pattern on the last page look not so good, even uncoordinated, with the paint scattering everywhere and even seeping outside the lines.

But the girls still love this.

"Commander, how is it? Pretty impressive, right?" Fushun held up the drawing book, looking excited as if he was holding some rare treasure in his hand.

Huang Chen nodded, "It's quite interesting."

"It's more than just fun." Fushun shook his head. "This is the masterpiece of the commander and everyone else."

Although the commander did not seem to have made much of a move from beginning to end, it still has profound commemorative significance.

Changchun thought so too. The little girl leaned against the table. Even in summer, she put her hands in the big tiger puppet's clothes. Her light purple eyes twinkled as she offered her own suggestion, "How about framing this page?"

Taiyuan nodded. Although he felt that the suggestion was a bit strange, it seemed that it was not impossible to consider it since Sister Changchun said so.

"Frame it? That would be too troublesome, right?" Anshan was somewhat tempted, but looked at Huang Chen hesitantly.

Before Huang Chen could say anything, Fushun ran away, still holding the album, "I'll go frame it now."

The girl has always been a person of action, and her actions are even faster than her words.

"Commander? How about I call Fushun?" Anshan asked softly.

"What's so great about this?" Huang Chen waved his hand, not caring at all. "It's fine to frame it and hang it in the office later. But the tools and other things should have been sent away, right?"

Although the appearance of this thing is comparable to that of an ugly stone lion, he feels that it is still quite meaningful because it is a collaborative work of everyone.

As long as it is not placed at the entrance of the port area, there is actually no big problem.

"It doesn't matter, Sister Fushun will definitely find a way!" Changchun was full of mysterious trust.

Huang Chen thought about it and nodded. If Fushun, the port destroyer, had any advantages, it would be his unparalleled mobility and hands-on ability.

Without tools...how can tools be so inconvenient?

The door to the restaurant creaked, and then it opened from the outside. Yixian led Ning Haipinghai in, carrying bags of things. He was curious, "What are the commander and everyone doing?"

"I just drew a picture album and sent it to Fushun for framing." Huang Chen briefly explained. He looked at the girls' hands full of things and was suddenly a little surprised. "All these, for making mooncakes? You can't eat so much, right?"

"A drawing book? I really want to see it." Yixian came over with something and placed it on the table. "I'm thinking of adding a few more flavors. Besides, mooncakes don't have to be eaten during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Commander, keep working hard these few days. I'm sure you can finish them all."

"Sister Yixian's mooncakes are the best. You can finish them no matter how many there are." Changchun said, holding his face and looking at the things in the bag.

Pinghai Ninghai also came over with something in hand. Ninghai, who had long black hair, nodded and said, "Sister Yixian never makes enough mooncakes every year, let alone the Commander being here this year. We definitely need to prepare more."

Huang Chen nodded and looked curiously into the bag Pinghai was holding next to him. What he saw were some dried fruits, such as melon seeds, walnuts, cashews, almonds and so on.

The girl tilted her head and looked at him, blinking. Suddenly, she grabbed a handful of cashews from the bag and handed them to him. "Commander."

"Pinghai, you can't eat the ingredients casually." Ning Hai said with some embarrassment. If you eat them now, there will be no ingredients left to make mooncakes.

"But the commander looks like he wants to eat it." Pinghai said paused. Although he said that, the little guy's eyes were fixed on the cashews in his hand, and anyone could tell who wanted to eat it.

Huang Chen laughed, rubbed the little guy's head, and took one from the little guy's hand, "It's okay to eat a little, right?"

As he said this, he looked at Yixian.

The girl nodded and smiled at everyone, "It's okay, it doesn't matter if we buy more this time and eat more."

Pinghai immediately distributed the dried fruits in his hand to everyone as if he had received an imperial decree. Ninghai was still a little worried and only took one like Huang Chen, "It's better to eat less."

"Commander." Suddenly, Yixian looked at Huang Chen as if he remembered something. "I rented a tricycle yesterday. I just passed by and saw it still parked on the side road."

"Tricycle?" Huang Chen was stunned, realizing he had forgotten about it. However, Yixian had gone to the shipgirl headquarters when she called the logistics department that morning, but the girl hadn't remembered it then.

"It's... four o'clock now? Not bad. We still have time for a trip." He clapped his hands. "Want to come with me? I can take you on my tricycle."

Yixian chuckled and walked towards the kitchen with the bag, "I won't go. I still have to deal with the mooncake fillings."

Ning Haipinghai followed her happily.

Huang Chen turned his gaze to the people from Anshan who were carrying the Four Vajras on a tricycle. It was quite exciting to think about it.

Anshan didn't say anything, but Changchun pouted and said, "The commander's tricycle, um..."

The girl is a bit of a homebody and generally doesn't like to go out, but she won't refuse the commander's invitation.

Just use that tricycle to carry it out.

The girl shook her head as soon as she thought of this scene, "Why don't you ask Sister Fushun, Commander?"

Taiyuan also nodded, she thought so too.

"Are you so resistant?" Huang Chen was puzzled. When he was a child, he liked to sit in the pocket of the three-wheeled vehicle and sway with the swaying road, or feel the excitement of being about to flip over when turning.

He stood up and headed upstairs to ask Fushun, but suddenly he heard footsteps. The always energetic girl was holding a large wooden board she had gotten from somewhere and leaned against the fence to look over. "Sister, sister, please help me quickly. Ah, the commander is here too. Can you come and help me too?"

Huang Chen let out a long sigh and gave up the idea of asking the girl.

This guy definitely wants to go, but his tricycle might be dismantled halfway.

Changchun couldn't help wanting to laugh, but he kept a straight face and pretended to be calm. "Or maybe Commander, why don't you ask Sister Haiqi or Sister Zhaohe?"

Chapter 612: There is also Harbin

Huang Chen shook his head expressionlessly, ignored Changchun, and walked straight up the stairs to the second floor.

Anyway, the Kancolle headquarters wasn't far away. He didn't bother looking for girls everywhere. If he saw other girls, he would ask them in passing. If not, he would just go there on his own on his tricycle.

The jewelry store is still open, although many items have been shipped away through logistics, and some miscellaneous items that are barely valuable are left on the simple shelves.

But the space is emptier than before. If it looked like a grocery warehouse owned by a collector before, it now looks a bit like a supermarket that has been looted.

Zhao He was sitting at a table in the corner, playing chess with Ying Rui. He looked up at the sound of footsteps, a little surprised. "Commander?"

"Let's go out and return the tricycle to the Kancolle headquarters. Do you want to go?" Huang Chen walked over and watched for a while. When he found that the girls were playing Go instead of Gobang, he consciously withdrew his gaze.

"Oh, what a pity. I still have to watch the store today." Ying Rui shook his head regretfully. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he stared at his sister across from him. "How about this, if I win this game of chess, you'll be the only one watching the store for the rest of the day."

"I don't want to!" Zhao He glared, and dropped the chess piece on the chessboard with a clatter. "Besides, there's nothing interesting about the Kancolle headquarters."

Huang Chen was helpless, and walked towards the door with a smile, and asked in surprise, "Why haven't I seen Zhenhai in the past two days?"

Apart from eating, it seemed that he had not seen this girl much. He did see her when he was moving things in the morning, but they didn't say a few words and she disappeared in the afternoon.

The strangest thing is that Zhenhai used to run the store with Zhaohe and Yingrui, but these days it’s almost always Zhaohe and Yingrui, or just Zhaohe.

I didn't feel anything at first, but after I realized it, I always felt like the girl was avoiding me, which was weird.

"It seems like he went to Harbin to shop Taobao?" Zhao He scratched his head.

"Taobao?" Huang Chen was stunned, his mind was in a daze, and he almost thought he had heard it wrong.

Ying Rui explained, "I just want to see if there are any suitable collectibles."

Zhenhai often goes out alone to the surrounding villages, other antique shops, or street flea markets to buy some things that look like antiques.

After all, I'm leaving soon, so I must take a closer look at those places during this period. What if I can find something good?

That’s what Zhaohe thought anyway.

"Is that so? And there's Harbin." Huang Chen's face looked strange, and he immediately realized that he hadn't seen this carefree girl much in the past two days.

But he expressed doubts about whether antiques could really be bought in those places.

He shook his head and walked out the door, unlocked the chain of the tricycle, then wandered to the door to confirm once more that the two girls were not going, and then rode away on the tricycle.