On Luo Yi's birthday, Wen Xiaohui arranged vacation with his colleagues in advance, woke up early, and rushed to Luo Rui's house.
Luo Rui opened the door wearing a fat blue apron and plush rabbit slippers, "Beibi, hurry up, I'm ready."
Wen Xiaohui was carrying big and small bags, including gifts for Luo Yi, clothes and cosmetics he was going to wear tonight, and decorations bought yesterday. He put down his things, and rubbed Luo Rui's light chestnut curly hair, "This hairstyle looks so cute, I'm really good."
Luo Rui said with a smile: "The hairstyle is very good, the main reason for my good looks is because I have a small face."
"Smelly." Wen Xiaohui stretched out his arms, "I'm exhausted with this pile of things, let's start quickly."
Luo Rui's parents have been doing business abroad for a long time, and they seldom go home. Because they can't make up for their son's time, they try their best to meet his material requirements. Therefore, Luo Rui remodeled this big house to make it more and more girly. The details reveal the owner's attitude towards exquisite life.
Luo Rui's kitchen is more like a laboratory, filled with a bunch of baking tools that Wen Xiaohui can't even name, and the entire display cabinet is filled with pastry models.
Wen Xiaohui sighed: "I really admire you for making so many sweets all day without gaining weight."
"My metabolism is good." Luo Rui rubbed his hands together, "Come on, let's start."
After Wen Xiaohui's observation, Luo Yi didn't like sweets very much, so he planned to make a strawberry cheese mille-feuille cake, which was simple and delicious.
While Luo Rui was beating eggs, Wen Xiaohui put the brightly colored strawberries in the basin to wash them one by one.
Luo Rui walked over, picked one up and threw it into his mouth: "Wow, this strawberry is so beautiful and delicious."
Wen Xiaohui patted his hand: "Imported from the United States, one piece costs six yuan."
"Hey, stingy."
After Wen Xiaohui washed the strawberries, he followed the method Luo Rui taught him, poking out the core with chopsticks, and carefully cutting them into thin slices with a knife.
Luo Rui looked at it, and was very dissatisfied: "Your knife skills are too bad, be careful."
"Anyway, it's sandwiched in the cake, so I can't see it."
"Who says you can't see it? The thickness of each layer is so different that it's ugly. Do you know that?" Luo Rui pushed him away, "Go away, I'll do it."
Wen Xiaohui could only watch from the sidelines.
After cutting the strawberries, Wen Xiaohui fried the puff pastry under Luo Rui's nagging and supervision, then spread it layer by layer, and finally taught him to write with cream.
After two hours, the cake was finally ready.
Looking at the slightly distorted words "Happy Birthday" on the cake, Wen Xiaohui felt a sense of accomplishment.
Luo Rui had a bitter face: "So ugly, so vulgar."
"It's ugly, it's vulgar!"
"It's ugly and vulgar to write 'Happy Birthday' on a cake, why don't you just write 'Shou' in traditional Chinese!"
"Why do you have so many things, it's not for you to eat."
"It appears in my kitchen to tarnish my aesthetics." Luo Rui turned his head away and waved his tender hands vigorously, "Put it on quickly, and don't let me look at it again."
Wen Xiaohui didn't bother to pay attention to him, and carefully packed the cake in the box.
Luo Rui opened the oversized two-door, four-deck refrigerator, and there were more than a dozen art-like cakes displayed inside, each of which was as exquisite and unique as fake, making people salivate, mixed with a refreshing and mellow creamy taste The air-conditioning rushed out, and the smell was refreshing. Luo Rui said: "Why don't you bring another one casually, in case Luo Yi asks you who taught you how to do it, at least you can prove that it's not the teacher."
Wen Xiaohui gave him a middle finger: "No. But, why are you making so many cakes?"
"Sell it. I recently sold cakes on Weibo. These are all pre-ordered. Before opening the store, I want to stir up popularity. Remember to advertise for me." Luo Rui looked at his work, his face was full of happiness.
"No problem." Wen Xiaohui lifted the cake, "I'm leaving, I have to go back and decorate it."
"Hey, I got the photo of the person I want to introduce to you. It's in my computer. Why don't you take a look before leaving?"
"Next time, hurry up." Wen Xiaohui blew a kiss to him, "Bye bye Beibi."
Luo Rui muttered from behind: "You're handsome... Oh, slow down, what if you fall."
Wen Xiaohui hurriedly got into the car and went straight to Luo Yi's place.
Luo Yi was still at school and did not come back. Wen Xiaohui put the cake in the refrigerator, and then began to tie ribbons, blow up balloons, choose music, and arrange flowers. He felt that Luo Yi's family was so abnormal that he must have never had a good birthday. He must Give Luo Yi an unforgettable sixteenth birthday.
After finishing setting up the living room, he was already covered in sweat. He went to take a shower, changed his clothes, put on light makeup, and then arranged the cake. At this moment, he saw a stop at the door of the villa from the window. car. He was a little surprised, because he didn't know how to cook, he ordered western food from the hotel, and now he drives a Mercedes for delivery
He opened the door and walked out, just as a man in a black suit got out of the car, carrying a gift box in his hand.
The man was slightly taken aback when he saw him.
Wen Xiaohui frowned and said, "Who are you?"
The man looked at the house number: "This is Ms. Luo's house, right?"
"yes."
"Where is Master Luo Yi? Who are you?"
"He didn't come back from school, uh, I'm his friend."
"Oh." The man came over, "The master asked me to give the young master a birthday present."
Master... Young Master... If it wasn't for the serious expression on this man's face, Wen Xiaohui would almost spit out, but when he thought about it, could it be that this man was referring to Luo Yi's father? Other than that, there seemed to be no other possibility, he asked curiously, "Master... is Luo Yi's father?"
The man nodded, as if he didn't want to say more: "Do you know when the young master will come back?"
"Come on, do you want me to hand it over to him?"
"Thank you, but this gift needs to be delivered to the young master personally."
"Then... you come in and sit?"
The man shook his head: "The young master will not be happy, I just wait here."
Wen Xiaohui looked at him with a frown, and didn't know what to do. It was too strange to leave a big living person in the yard like this.
The man said: "Just go and do your own thing, don't worry about me."
"… All right."
Wen Xiaohui looked at him again, and then entered the room. After a while, the delivery man came, and when he came out to sign for the receipt, he saw the man in black standing at the door, standing straight like a statue. His figure was really good, but his face was a bit ugly.
He put the meals and wine on the table, looked around, everything was ready, and he was waiting for the birthday boy to come back.
The sun was setting, Wen Xiaohui was busy from morning to night, tired all day, leaned on the sofa and got dazed, he didn't know how long he had slept, when he was suddenly woken up by some sound. He jumped up from the couch and recognized the sound coming from the yard.
He pushed open the door, and sure enough Luo Yi came back, only to hear Luo Yi say coldly: "What is it, take it back."
"Master, the master asked me to deliver it to you."
"Do I have any obligation to accept it?" Luo Yi threw the bicycle into the yard, turned around and walked into the house.
Wen Xiaohui felt embarrassed to be discovered by peeping, and said embarrassingly: "You are back."
When Luo Yi saw him, his expression seemed to be forcibly relaxed: "Brother Xiaohui, you go in first."
Wen Xiaohui nodded, closed the door, and put his ears on the door to listen.
I just heard Luo Yi say: "Put the things here, you go, don't just show up at my house."
"Yes, master."
After a while, Wen Xiaohui watched the car drive away.
He hurried to the center of the living room, because of this small episode, the surprises he had prepared were all gone, and he was a little annoyed.
Luo Yi pushed the door and came in. When he saw the carefully decorated living room, his frozen face changed from indifference to surprise, and finally melted into a smile.
Seeing him smile, Wen Xiaohui breathed a sigh of relief. He stretched out his hands from behind, each holding a spray bottle with a ribbon, and sprayed it toward the sky while shouting: "Luo Yi, happy sixteenth birthday!" Big love.
Luo Yi threw the gift box in his hand to the ground, walked over in a few steps, and hugged Wen Xiaohui.
Wen Xiaohui was shocked, and the spray bottle in his hand suddenly spit out the streamer, falling on the two people's head and face, entwining them together like a spider web...
Time seemed to stand still at that moment, and the music in the living room seemed to be unable to cover up the sound of the beating heart.
Luo Yi whispered in Wen Xiaohui's ear, "Thank you."
Wen Xiaohui threw the spray bottle on the ground, wrapped his arms around his back, and said with a smile, "You're welcome, I hope you will have a happy birthday every day in the future."
Luo Yi couldn't help tightening his arms, and hugged Wen Xiaohui with such strength as to embed him in his body, Wen Xiaohui felt a little embarrassed, and stroked his head: "Okay, okay, I know you are very touched. "
Luo Yi let go of him, with a gentle and joyful expression: "This is my first birthday."
"No way, have you never had a birthday before?"
"Never since I can remember."
Wen Xiaohui frowned, and whispered: "My sister is not such a careless person." Yaya remembered every birthday of his, even if they couldn't celebrate together, she would give him a gift, why would she ignore her own son's birthday instead
"Mom will give gifts, but every year because of various things, she is not around." Luo Yi briefly mentioned it.
"It's okay, I will accompany you in the future, and I will accompany you every birthday." Wen Xiaohui took his hand, "Come, eat."
When passing the gift box on the ground, Wen Xiaohui bent down and picked it up: "This..."
Luo Yi glanced at him: "Throw it away."
"No, it's all here. It's a waste to throw it away. It's a wish anyway. Why don't you open it and have a look?"
Luo Yi shook his head.
Wen Xiaohui felt it was a pity: "Open it and have a look. After reading this gift, let's see what I gave you, okay?"
Luo Yi squinted at him: "Do you really want to see it? It can't be anything normal."
Wen Xiaohui nodded, he couldn't restrain his curiosity.
Luo Yi took the gift box: "Don't regret it after seeing it." He said as he pulled the bow on the gift box, and then held the box and said to Wen Xiaohui, "Open it."
Wen Xiaohui stretched out his hand to open the gift box, and then he uttered a scream.
In the gift box, the gift surrounded by ribbons and colored sponges turned out to be a pistol.
Luo Yi raised his eyebrows, took out his gun, and looked at it carefully.
Wen Xiaohui asked tremblingly: "Is this... from that person?"
Luo Yi nodded.
"This... is this a real guy?"
"You can tell by touching it."
Wen Xiaohui hesitated for a moment, and took it. It felt heavy and metallic. Even if he had never touched a real gun, he could tell that it was a genuine weapon. What kind of father would give a real gun to his sixteen-year-old son on his birthday? !