Master Shanda is good at arranging such quiet surprises. The party is, and so is the breakfast. This person is busy wrangling on WeChat, and his cooking skills that he can't do well have been discounted. He had nothing to do with the crackling frying pan, standing 800 meters away from the stove, relying on his stature, he took a spatula and gestured there.
The glass door was locked, and the kitchen was smoldering with smoke. He squinted and blinked for a long time before he remembered that he forgot to turn on the range hood. After turning on the range hood and taking a breath, the rice and eggs were a little sticky to the bottom again.
In short... the effect is very "surprise".
Jiang Tian waited in the living room for nearly 20 minutes, worried and curious. Just when he put down his mobile phone and was about to go to the kitchen to take a look, someone came with a plate full of fireworks.
It's not a description, it's real fireworks, Jiang Tian was directly choked and coughed twice.
He took a sip of the mineral water that was left over before, and glanced at the plate calmly, his expression suddenly became a little blank.
What is this black thing about
Dr. Jiang's words came to his mouth. He remembered that the chef was Wangzi from his family, and silently swallowed his meanness, cleared his throat and said, "You are—"
Sheng Wang put the plate on the coffee table, braced his face, and said in a tone of guilt mixed with egg pain, "Soy sauce fried rice."
Jiang Tian "… "
Sheng Wang wanted to say why you were silent, but he knew why without asking. The two faced a plate of rice in a daze, creating an atmosphere of silence. After a few seconds of stalemate, the eldest young master laughed first.
Dr. Jiang stopped holding back immediately. He pointed to the plate while Sheng Wangxiao fell on the sofa and said calmly, "I thought you didn't want to, and fry it for me with oil."
"Go away, I'm serious." The eldest young master sat up and began to quibble, "I just didn't know the amount, and the color of the soy sauce that Aunt Sun bought this time was a little heavy."
"Come on, say it again." Jiang Tian took out his mobile phone and started recording, "Let's play it back to Aunt Sun."
Sheng Wang said angrily, "I suspect you are flirting."
"I have to eat this if I don't fight."
"What's wrong with taking a bite? It looks a bit miserable, what if?" The eldest young master dug out a spoon first, and took it out silently after importing, with a very sad expression.
Jiang Tian held back a smile and asked, "How do you feel?"
Sheng Wang: "Bah... it's killing me."
At this point, someone gave up the struggle and honestly took out his mobile phone and ordered two porridges.
Since he messed up a meal, the eldest young master has become very honest and feels guilty. After all, he hoped that Jiang Tian could have a more perfect life in the past two days, so he decided not to toss and be a docile boyfriend.
Before Sheng Mingyang was at home, they would be somewhat restrained, and after all, they were adults, and all the etiquette things were in place during the New Year's holiday, and there was no chance to go out alone.
Thinking about it carefully, they have all lived in this city for many years, but they have never had an open date and travel together. When they were young, they lived between two points and one line. They came and went in the world of the attached middle school. Never really "unscrupulous".
Now that I suddenly have a lot of time, I always want to fill up those regrets slowly.
Sheng Wang said, do you want to go out in the afternoon? Is there a place you want to go
Jiang Tian took out his mobile phone and turned a few pages, and said, "There is a lantern festival at night, can you see?"
Sheng Wangxin said brother, are you playing with me
Here every year from Spring Festival to Lantern Festival, there is a lantern festival, which is indeed the biggest event of the year, but there are really many people, and they are in a hurry to send people off. But a few minutes ago, he had just vowed to be an obedient boyfriend, so he endured the pain and nodded without hesitation.
But what he didn't know was that Jiang Tian wasn't really interested in that one either, he just thought he wanted to go out to play, so he picked one out of habitual psychology.
The beginning of this night was due to such an oolong. No one had any expectations, and they were ready to be stepped on and swollen. But when they really stood there, holding hands in a crowd of people, laughing and walking slowly like countless ordinary couples around, they felt that there was no more suitable choice than this.
When passing a rare open space, Sheng Wang dragged the people around him and said, "Brother, look at me."
When Jiang Tian turned his head, he raised his mobile phone and took a group photo under the light.
Next to it is a bustling stream of people, behind it are bright and dark lights, ten miles along the river, from ancient times to the present, for a long time.
He wanted to wash out this group photo and put it in that photo album. The four seasons in the world have turned several times, and they are still together.
During the holidays, the liveliness always lingers, which is quite a bit like a city that never sleeps. It was past 11 o'clock when the two got home.
Sheng Wang took off the scarf and hung it on the hanger in the porch, banging on a bunch of air conditioners.
"Are you happy?" he asked.
Jiang Tian pointed to the shoes that he had been stepped on many times: "What do you think?"
Sheng Wang was about to die from laughing, and pushed his brother up the stairs: "Don't worry about your shoes, let's take a shower, Dr. Jiang. I'm tired of eating, so I'll take a walk in the living room for a while to digest."
Jiang Tian looked at his bright eyes and wanted to say something for a moment, but he finally lifted his feet and went upstairs. Of course he knew why Sheng Wang had been busy all day, but he really hadn't had his birthday for a long time, so that when he saw the time slowly approaching 0:00, his nerves would become tense subconsciously, like a continuous counting game. Years have lingering fears.
Unsure of the reason, he stayed in the bathroom for a long time, wiping his half-dried hair and leaning against the sink for a while. It wasn't until he heard the door bell downstairs that he suddenly recovered, threw the towel into the washing machine, grabbed the phone and went downstairs.
He thought that he would still feel a little uncomfortable, but when he sat down on the sofa and saw the familiar transparent cake box on the coffee table, he realized later that he was not rejecting, just missing.
He really wanted the person in front of him to say "Happy Birthday" to him. No one except Sheng Wang would do it. Like a naive kid who lost something, he must reconcile with himself only if that thing is returned intact.
"The cake shop I was looking for didn't crack the fondant this time. I checked it." Sheng Wang said.
The color of the cake this time is very similar to the color of a few years ago, but there are not so many villains. There are only him and Jiang Tian, and two cats. One is sleeping peacefully on his stomach, which is the former "head of the regiment", and the other is still playing, which is the continuation of the "head of the regiment".
Sheng Wang said: "I used to like to get a group of people to do something, but now I can't."
When I was young, I liked to use grand vocabulary, and even promised to bring a lot of people unknowingly. Later, he realized that he couldn't promise anything for others, when to come, when to go, and how long to be with him, he could only say "me".
I will spend every birthday with you in the future, I will always stand by your side, I love you.
The seconds go to 0 o'clock one frame at a time, and all the scenes are the same as before. It's still this sofa, it's still the same two people. Sheng Wang leaned over and kissed Jiang Tian and said, "Brother, I'm 19 years old, I love you."
He kissed again and said, "20 years old, I still love you."
"And 21-year-old you."
…
He kisses every year, counting from 19 to 24, from lips to chin to Adam's apple. The last kiss is on his heart. He said, "Jiang Tian, happy birthday."
Jiang Tian pressed against his forehead, frowning slightly, not knowing whether he was alleviating the delicate distress or suppressing the turbulent emotions.
He touched Sheng Wang's face, tilted his head and kissed it, from gentleness to force, and finally almost pressing each other to the point where he couldn't breathe.
…
They almost played on the sofa once, and finally entered the bathroom of Shengwang's bedroom with a little sanity.
The fog on the glass door was slippery, and Sheng Wang suddenly remembered what Jiang Tian said a long time ago, saying that the sound insulation here is not as good as he thought.
I don't know what he thought, but after a while, Jiang Tian watched a red tide spread over his shoulders.
The atmosphere was so good that night, both of them were a little crazy.
Not long after Sheng Wang changed his clothes, Jiang Tian pushed him up again. He sat on his knees, biting the hem of his clothes and raised his head uncontrollably. When he lowered his head again, the light in his eyes was scattered, but it was reflected extremely brightly by the lamp.
After all, they hadn't slept for long. Sheng Wang thought that the rare party was about to arrive again, but he didn't expect to be sleepy after 7 o'clock.
The meeting was at about 10 am, and it was less than 9:30 when they packed up and arrived at the attached middle school.
The winter temperature in this city is not so low. If it is sunny, there will even be an illusion that spring is approaching, but the air that is poured into the nose is still cool.
The high school campus is very different from the university. As long as the school does not start, there will be no people to be seen. It is a kind of empty and quiet, but it will not be lonely. Like a dense forest covered by heavy snow, there is a kind of hidden vitality.
In order to match the atmosphere that belongs to the middle school, Sheng Wang didn't wear a coat that day, he put on a sports jacket specially, he was handsome and sassy, which attracted a small shout from the girls who passed by sporadically.
The second and third year of the high school attached to the high school will start classes on the fifth day of the fifth year, and a very small number of dormitory students have already moved back to the school ahead of schedule. When passing by the basketball court, Sheng Wang finally heard the human voice, accompanied by the sound of basketball hitting the ground, which added a bit of flying color to this winter.
Those boys were also a little curious about the strangers passing by. They looked sideways, so that the ball was not well controlled. One slipped and hit the edge of the backboard, bounced off the court, and hit Jiang Tian's feet.
One of the boys whistled and raised his hand in a catching gesture.
This is a kind of tacit understanding among the boys on the campus. When the people on the court raise their hands, the people on the sidelines will pick up the ball and throw it at it. There is no need to say hello.
He bent down to pick up the basketball and was about to throw it back when he heard someone snap his fingers not far away. He turned his head and saw that Sheng Wang smiled wickedly and also made a gesture of catching the ball.
Jiang Tian snorted and threw the ball to his family very eccentrically.
As soon as it was passed, he saw the large troop of Class A not far away, stepping on the time approaching 10 o'clock, and came along the No. 3 road sporadically.
Gao Tianyang saw them from afar and shouted, "Brother Tim, Brother Sheng! You guys arrived so early?!"
The other two shouted, "What? Want to play?"
"Okay! It's been a long time since I've played, and my hands are itchy."
Jiang Tian raised his hand at the group of classmates far away.
He turned his head and saw Sheng Wang rolled up his sleeves, dribbled the ball twice, and jumped up in front of the basket.
The basketball slid under the bend of his knee, switching from his left hand to his right hand, making a smooth arc in the air, it circled in the high basket, and fell from the center.
For a moment, people almost gave birth to an illusion, as if they were still in the middle school, just taking a leisurely long vacation.
The No. 3 road still grows endlessly, and the shade of the sycamore trees is still luxuriant.
The sun in the world was just right, the wind was blowing through the forest, and they were young at that time.
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The author has something to say: This article ends here. It is really a subject that I am not good at, and I have stumbled along the way. Thank you for your tolerance and company for more than four months, see you in the next article! ~
If there is no accident, the next chapter will open "The Judge", huh!