Zhuang Fanxin sat under the wall with his legs side by side, holding the cake, the candle was half burned, but he was reluctant to blow it out. Gu Zhuoyan squatted in front of him, rubbing his arms around his calf, urging him: "Blow, how can you eat without blowing?"
"After blowing, only the street lights are left, not good."
This warm yellow light is so gentle, it seems that once it goes out, the good scene of the moment will disappear. Gu Zhuoyan stared at the beating flame and remembered something: "Fool, haven't you made a wish yet?"
Zhuang Fan said, "You don't need to make a wish."
Such a hypocritical person who writes on the beach is not mainstream, but he doesn't care about making a wish on his birthday. "You don't understand." Zhuang Fan said philosophically, "If people have no regrets and extravagances, there is no need to make a wish."
Gu Zhuoyan seems to understand but not understand: "Translate."
Zhuang Fan said in his heart, "I am so happy now that I don't need to make a wish."
A gust of wind blew, and Gu Zhuoyan put his palm up to protect the candlelight. He couldn't watch the art exhibition together, and he didn't go to the restaurant he ordered. He could only sit in a corner and sit on a cold and hard bluestone slab. Damn it, Zhuang Fan said in his heart that he was so happy that he didn't need to make a wish.
"I'm sorry." His voice was hoarse.
Zhuang Fanxin grabbed Gu Zhuoyan's hand, held it, lowered his head and kissed the back of Gu Zhuoyan's hand: "When you celebrate your birthday in March, let me stand here with the cake, and I will call you baby too."
Gu Zhuoyan choked with laughter: "Then I don't make a wish either. I'm so happy with you that I have no wish, really."
Zhuang Fan's heart folded his hands together: "Yes! I hope everyone is happy and hopeless!" Phew, the candles that burned into small knots were blown out and darkened, and each other's faces became particularly soft.
Gu Zhuoyan took out two forks and asked, "Have you had dinner tonight?"
"We got together, the barbecue that I ate is killing me." Zhuang Fan said in his heart, Gu Zhuoyan touched his belly, it was so flat that he didn't need to pierce it. He chuckled: "I miss you... I just ate two vegetable leaves."
Both of them felt hungry, so they started to eat the cake without cutting it. Gu Zhuoyan went down with a fork and made a hole. Although he didn't write a blessing, the taste was beautiful, and Qi Nan could be forgiven for being unreliable.
There is a layer of ice cream in the middle, and there is a small night breeze. Zhuang Fanxin shivered while eating, and he didn't forget to care about the trivial skin: "How much did you buy it for, is there a discount?"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "Six hundred."
"What?!" Zhuang Fan roared in his heart, and the wild cat in the dark scold him for being a fool, "Qi Nan actually killed my man? I'll take care of him on Monday!"
Gu Zhuoyan smiled: "How do you clean up? Share with him the song link of "You Have No Good Results"?"
"You don't look down on me." Zhuang Fanxin lifted his bangs to reveal his forehead, and said proudly, "Don't you realize it? I slammed into a very lethal one."
To be honest, Gu Zhuoyan didn't expect Zhuang Fanxin to rush over to protect him at all. He even got distracted and worried, for fear that the chaotic situation would frighten Zhuang Fanxin.
After eating a whole birthday cake together, Zhuang Fanxin put the bottom of the plate aside, and the wild cat who was awakened by him jumped over to lick the cream. He pouted, for fear that Gu Zhuoyan could not see what was on his lips, and when Gu Zhuoyan came over, he nodded slightly and pretended to be embarrassed. Both vulgar and pretentious, people kiss him softly, meow, and the wild cats they recruit always want to call him an idiot.
After licking the cream clean, Gu Zhuoyan seduced, "Want a gift?"
"Think." Zhuang Fan's heart sighed with the aroma of milk. Whenever Gu Zhuoyan asked him what he wanted, he would have the illusion of being close to the family. white eyes.
Gu Zhuoyan squatted for a long time, got up and staggered into the shade of the tree, and took out a large bag from behind the sturdy tree trunk. It was so big that it could fit Zhuang Fan's heart into it.
Zhuang Fanxin sat upright with his knees in his arms, staring straight at him, before Gu Zhuoyan came over, he was moved and said, "Dear, I'll cost you money..."
Even the name has changed. Gu Zhuoyan first took out the paint that Gu Baoyan sent, and repeatedly emphasized that he spent his sister's dowry money, so that Zhuang Fanxin would not poison the little girl's heart in the future.
Next is the pink-purple gift box tied with a bow. It turned out that there was a line of characters on it, and it was a good match for a hundred years. Zhuang Fanxin opened the box in the strong smell of marriage, lifted off a layer of dustproof cloth, and suddenly screamed in surprise: "—God!"
Gu Zhuoyan covered his mouth with a slap: "Mute."
Letting go, Zhuang Fan showed seven or eight white teeth in his heart, and shouted in a low voice, "Fencing suit! It's actually a fencing suit!"
"Do you like it?" Gu Zhuoyan asked knowingly.
Zhuang Fan was so excited that he wanted to cry, he picked up the clothes and gestured on his body. The clothes, face masks, metal clothes, gloves, stockings, and fencing shoes, all of which fit his size. His parents were not so clear, he asked, "How do you know my number?"
Still "Yeah", pretending to be good, Gu Zhuoyan pretended to say: "I can see it with a glance at you."
It's not very comfortable to wear outside, so Zhuang Fanxin just put on his fencing shoes, holding his sword and wearing a mask, stabbed back and forth under the broken street lamp. Gu Zhuoyan sat on the bluestone slab as a spectator, hugging the wild cat while watching.
"Hey!" Zhuang Fanxin suddenly turned over and stood up, holding a sword flower.
"What?"
"Take a picture of me."
Gu Zhuoyan took out his mobile phone to take a picture: "Okay."
Zhuang Fanxin took off his helmet and carried it, posing as if he was walking, and smiled: "Let's do another one like this."
Gu Zhuoyan felt familiar: "...you fucking learn from me again."
There was a gust of wind in front of him, and the cat in Gu Zhuoyan's arms was pushed away by Zhuang Fanxin, who rushed over. He hugged and hugged Zhuang Fanxin on his lap. Inexplicably want to laugh, laughing at Zhuang Fan's heart so easy to be happy, laughing in a weird posture, laughing so beautifully and the moon is so full.
Touching the last small box, Gu Zhuoyan said, "Open it and take a look."
Zhuang Fan lowered his head and opened it. Inside was a medal. He remembered that Gu Zhuoyan was wearing it in the photos of the fencing competition. Leaning on Gu Zhuoyan's neck, he said, "Maybe I was moved when I saw the photo of your fencing."
Gu Zhuoyan held a grudge: "Then what are you tossing about when I confess?"
"I, I will test you." Zhuang Fan said frantically, and was awarded a medal by Gu Zhuoyan when he lowered his hair in the circle of friends. When he checked the photo of holding the sword, he couldn't think of any words to match, so he stuffed it with others, "Help me edit it."
"Is my boyfriend responsible for a little too much?"
"Aren't you the first prize in the composition competition? Those who are capable work harder."
Gu Zhuoyan edited four short words and clicked to send with the photo of holding the sword. Zhuang Fanxin grabbed it and looked at it, what is it
"I signed up." Gu Zhuoyan pecked his ear.
The early morning had already passed, and no one spoke any more after that, so they just hugged quietly under the wall. If it wasn't too cold, I'd probably spend it until dawn.
Gu Zhuoyan took Zhuang Fanxin back with a bag. The wind in the hall was fierce. He pushed open the door and quickly put people in: "Don't say good night, go back and go to bed."
Zhuang Fanxin stood in the door, closed the door little by little, locked it, but stopped behind the door and didn't move. There were no footsteps outside, and he knew that Gu Zhuoyan had not left, and was standing over the gap.
"It was the best birthday I've ever had," he said.
"Every year in the future will be so good." Gu Zhuoyan said.
After staring at the gap in the iron door for a long time, she felt dizzy, and Zhuang Fanxin's voice became softer: "Your mother...you don't have any doubts, do you?" She refrained from asking all night, but she was actually worried.
"No." Gu Zhuoyan smiled softly, "You acted so well, she didn't see anything."
Zhuang Fan breathed a sigh of relief: "I think your mother is very gentle."
Gu Zhuoyan rolled his eyes silently, Xue Manzi was a bone-bone spirit level, and Zhuang Fanxin was a little monk who had just come down the mountain, and he didn't understand the open teeth and claws behind the gentleness at all.
Reassuring the little monk, Gu Zhuoyan went home to rest, and when she opened her eyes again, Sister Hu had just cooked her lunch.
At the dining table, three generations lived together, and Xue Manzi sat at the table in her plain nightdress. At this moment, she revealed her true tenderness. Gu Zhuoyan ate with his short hair in a frying pan, and picked on the thorns half-awake: "Sister Hu, why do I still have boiled eggs in my bowl?"
"I let it cook." Xue Manzi said, "rub your face to reduce swelling."
Gu Zhuoyan was silent, that slap was not strong, he fed the eggs to Bond, and when he was picking vegetables, it caught Gu Baoyan's hair. Just when he was about to have a seizure, he noticed that the little girl was wearing a fancy dress from Lian Yiming.
"Aladdin girlfriend, right?"
Gu Baoyan said, "It's called Princess Jasmine."
Xue Manzi looked at them and smiled, served her daughter a bowl of soup, and asked deliberately, "Baoyan, do you like brother Lian Yiming?"
"I like it." Gu Baoyan replied, "But I like Brother Xiao Zhuang the most."
Gu Zhuoyan nibbled at the ribs in silence, as if watching a good show, Xue Manzi glanced at him and asked, "Why do you like Brother Xiao Zhuang the most?"
Gu Baoyan asked back, "Why do you like Dad?"
Still an awesome elementary school student, Gu Zhuoyan shrugged his shoulders and smiled, adding a piece of fish to Gu Baoyan. Xue Maochen smiled and said, "Xiao Zhuang looks handsome, can draw, and has a good personality. It's normal for little girls to like him."
Xue Manzi muttered, more than a little girl.
After dinner, the old man took a nap, the little one walked the dog, and the mother and son were still sitting at the dining table. Gu Zhuoyan peeled the pistachio and ate it, frowning and not looking at Xue Manzi. In fact, he was stubborn and unrepentant.
"I thought about what you said yesterday." Xue Manzi said, "Your father and I really didn't care enough since you were young. It was our negligence."
Parents are too good, they value their career too much, and gradually they only care about whether their children are good or not and their future, she said: "You are right, we traced the origins because your father and I sent you here, but we are not self-defeating, because you are a Adults with thoughts and actions, we can't control you. Likewise, we can't force you to break up."
Gu Zhuoyan raised his head, thinking that his mother had changed.
"We will slowly change from now on, hopefully it's not too late." Xue Manzi looked at him, "but your academic future is part of your life, and I will never relax the requirements for you in this regard."
It doesn't seem to have changed, it's still her, but Gu Zhuoyan is very satisfied. He went upstairs and returned to get a pen and paper: "I'm not a fool who only knows love. I also value what you value, but it's impossible for me to break up with Zhuang Fanxin."
Xue Manzi said: "It's unfounded, you have to promise me."
"Isn't this written correctly?" Gu Zhuoyan said, "Actually, I am determined to go to Harvard, but I didn't have time to tell you yesterday."
Xue Manzi is even more vengeful: "Can you get into Harvard by skipping classes?"
Filling a piece of paper, Gu Zhuoyan said: "I promise here that I will never skip classes, fight, or affect my studies because of love, so that I can only advance in exams and not retreat, and make unremitting efforts with Harvard as the goal."
Xue Manzi said, "No one is looking at you anyway."
"...Then don't leave." Gu Zhuoyan added, "You must give me enough trust. How about I'll be like a daigou, and I will broadcast a small video for you to learn?"
Xue Manzi couldn't help laughing, kicked Gu Zhuoyan under the table, put away this simple guarantee, and handed over a handful of peeled pistachios.
She really didn't want to leave, she asked, "Son, can I stay for two more days?"
Gu Zhuoyan couldn't hold back the corner of his mouth: "Your father's house, who cares for you."
He naively thought that Xue Manzi would really stay for two more days, but within half an hour, Xue Manzi answered the phone and booked a plane ticket, and he didn't even finish the handful of pistachios when he left.
Gu Zhuoyan couldn't help but wonder if Xue Manzi's temporary non-intervention was just because of lack of skills.
The sun was shining, and Zhuang Fan was drawing pictures in his study. On the second day of his birthday, the design of the eighteenth birthday gift for Gu Zhuoyan was officially started. At that time, Gu Zhuoyan should be as excited as he saw the fencing suit.
The off-road vehicle drove past the door, and Zhuang Fanxin went to the window to look out, but he didn't expect Xue Manzi to leave so quickly. He waved his hand to himself and pointed into the distance: "Goodbye Auntie..."
Then he said affectionately: "Don't worry, Auntie, I will take good care of your son."
At this moment, the phone rang like a deadly sound, showing Pei Zhi who had been missing for a whole day.
The author has something to say: I interviewed Ms. Xue Manzi on the way to the airport. Q: Have you really thought about sleeping through the night? A: Really, I heard my son's tryst outside. Q: How do you feel? A: Even more romantic than when his dad was young. Q: What do you think about the daughter who also likes Zhuang Fanxin? A: I think she's pretty boring. Q: Please say something to your readers and friends. Answer: I will be off tomorrow.