There are too many people in the video game city, and He Bai is just a dazzling kung fu, Di Qiuhe's figure is mixed into the crowd and never seen again. He chased two steps in the possible direction, and after bumping into a couple, he had to admit desperately that his camera bag was robbed and taken away by a bastard who he kindly helped celebrate his birthday and didn’t have a bad money. !
En will revenge!
ungrateful!
First he went along with the all-in-one card, then he snatched the milk tea he had drunk, and today he snatched the camera again. What kind of actor is this! Is it a robber? This kind of person, this kind of person... What kind of blood mold does he know after all this kind of person!
He walked around the place a few times, remembering the surviving cell phone in his trouser pocket, and hurriedly pulled out and opened it, and then even more desperately realized that he had no way to contact Di Qiuhe.
The camera that Mr. Xu lent him is not cheap. If you can’t get it back... Call the police? He moved his finger to the emergency dial button, hesitated for a moment, then turned off viciously-X! It must be written on the almanac today that it is not suitable to go out!
Behind the shelf of the jewelry store across the street, Di Qiuhe raised his camera and pressed the shutter at He Bai, who was walking on the street, then smiled and took out his mobile phone, logged in to WeChat, and sent out a message happily.
A bird born in autumn: Happy birthday, remember to eat cake ^-^
He Bai opened WeChat after hearing the prompt, and was stunned when he saw the message, and he responded with confusion.
Bai and Bai: Birthday
A bird born in autumn: Yes, I think your WeChat account is an acronym plus a date, so guess that date is your birthday, isn't it
He Bai blinked in confusion, exited the chat box and looked at his WeChat account, then minimized WeChat to look at today's date, and realized afterwards that today... It really seems to be his birthday...
Being alone for too long, he has long forgotten to care about birthdays, something that he will have every year, but he didn't expect that this buyer could discover this detail so carefully and send blessings specially.
The violent mood quickly eased, and he suddenly felt a little embarrassed and moved, and quickly replied.
Bai Youbai: It's my birthday, I didn't even pay attention to it, thank you.
A bird born in autumn: You are welcome, remember to eat cake and longevity noodles on your birthday^-^
He Bai laughed out of the dimple, thanked him again, and then suddenly remembered something after the news was sent.
Di Qiuhe, Qiuhe Qiuhe, he vaguely remembered that the guy's character encyclopedia had written that because the guy was born in autumn, his parents gave him a name for autumn, and now... it's obviously summer! It's still early summer!
Huh... trough...
fraud!
Robber!
Spicy Chicken Di is three years old!
He ran away again, and after a few laps, he quickly ran towards the bus stop. Since Di Qiuhe is a student of Q University, he must have left his contact information and address at Q University. The so-called monk can't run to the temple if he can run. He must get the camera back!
Watching the slightly thin figure disappear from his sight, Di Qiuhe put away his phone, turned to look at the accessory shop clerk who was looking carefully here, pointed to the camera bag hanging on his arm, and habitually put out one With a gentle and confusing smile, he asked politely, "Hello, I want to buy a gift box that can fit this camera."
The clerk looked at his face messed up by oil paint and the stickers on his face with colorful swords, and helped him find a pink-blue heart-shaped gift box with a sympathetic attitude toward the brain-disabled youth, and asked gently, " Is this okay?" This person is obviously a game enthusiast, and his brain must have been burned out.
Di Qiuhe looked at the box, remembered the sky blue T-shirt worn by Puppy, nodded in satisfaction, and added, "Bring me another ribbon, which is more cute."
The clerk responded, turned around to get the ribbon, and silently lit a candle to his gift-giver-being pursued by such a nervous person, the girl must be very bitter.
There was a bit of traffic jam on the weekend, and it was already two hours after returning to school. After being veiled in the car for a long time, He Bai, with paint on his face, the first thing he did when he went back to school was to rush back to the bedroom to wash his face... Then he was placed on the floor with two pink-blue ribbons, one large and one small. The box exited the bedroom in shock.
"What's this?!" He looked at the bedroom door number and the dreamy box on the floor, rubbing his eyes.
"Xiaobai, you are finally back! Look, someone gave you a gift!" Niu Junjie rushed out and said excitedly, then looked at his face in confusion, and asked, "What happened to your face? I was beaten. ?"
"No, it's oil paint." He rubbed the dry paint on his face, and his face was puzzled. "Give me a gift? Are these for me?"
"Yes." Wang Hu walked over with the scissors and motioned to him to read the note on the box. "This is written with the name of your department, major and student number. The housekeeper said that these two boxes were blocked half an hour ago. It was delivered by a little brother in a take-out uniform. Because there was no contact number for you, it was placed in the dormitory. If the third child happened to pass by and watched the excitement, your name would be on the door of the dormitory today. The board is reported."
The big board at the door of the dormitory is specially designed for students who have lost their belongings at night after returning home.
He Baimo turned his face, looked at Niu Junjie gratefully, and said sincerely, "The third child, thank you."
"You are polite." Niu Junjie waved his hand, still focusing on the box, winking his eyes, "Look at what's inside! Look at the color and packaging of this box, the gift-giver is definitely a girl! Xiaobai, you have a girl chasing Hehehehe."
Chen Jie, who has been quietly acting as a background board, raised his eyes and said, "What if it's a man who gave it to you?"
Everyone was silent, and then Qi Qi remembered the past that He Bai had been madly pursued by a foreign exchange student, and stepped back in unison, a little far from the two boxes on the ground.
Wang Hu moved the scissors in his hand, and said with difficulty, "This way of giving gifts anonymously is really a bit like... Isn't the romantic art student Locke back again?"
"Yes, maybe not, he ended the exchange and went home last semester..." Niu Junjie said with a lack of confidence.
Chen Jie glanced at the note on the box and analyzed rationally, "This note is written in Chinese, and the handwriting is very elegant, and it is definitely not written by a foreigner."
Niu Junjie squinted his head when he heard the words, feeling flustered, "But this handwriting is really too cool, and it doesn't look like a girl wrote it."
He Bai struggled to find out the memory of Locke from the corner of his brain, his eyebrows twitched, and he moved forward and looked at the note. His heart moved, and his eyebrows quickly collapsed, numb his face toward Wanghu. He stretched out his hand, "Boss, give me the scissors. Don't panic, these are not from Locke."
"Not Locke?"
"Ok."
Seeing that he had answered affirmatively, the three of them gathered around one after another, and asked him eagerly why he was so sure, and whether he already knew who sent them.
"I didn't know before, but I knew it after seeing the handwriting on the note. Don't worry, the person giving the gift is one of my enemies and a friend, really not Locke." He Bai replied with a sullen face, and cut the box neatly. He opened the box while piercing Di Qiuhe with the ribbon in his heart.
The lid of the box was lifted, and a delicate three-layer cake was revealed in front of everyone. Wang Hu and others all gave a "wow".
He Bai twitched the corner of his mouth and opened the other one. Sure enough, he found his stolen camera inside.
… Di Qiuhe is ill, he is quite sure now.
"Ji's cake is still three-tiered, it's not cheap." Niu Junjie knelt down to face the cake, rub his chin, "but how is a dog painted on the cake?"
"There are words next to the dog." Chen Jie held his glasses and lowered his head, struggling to distinguish the strange line of words next to the dog. "Happy birthday to Puppy. Thank you for the photo you sent to Teacher Xu Yinrong, mine. The birthday is September 7, remember to return, eh? Remember to return the gift?"
Wang Hu hurriedly took out his mobile phone to check it, and then patted his forehead vigorously, "Looking at my memory, I almost forgot that today is Xiaobai's birthday. How about going out to dinner to celebrate?"
Niu Junjie immediately raised his hand in agreement, and Chen Jie nodded with a smile.
He Bai looked up at them, smiled and said "I treat", then looked down at the cake and frowned slightly. Thank you for the photo he sent to Teacher Xu? What picture? Does Di Qiuhe know Teacher Xu? Does it mean the photo taken by chance? Then how did he know that he had sent a picture of him to Teacher Xu? Wait, does this mean that Di Qiuhe knows that he has used his photos to hand in his homework
…
He looked at the three-layer cake on the ground, and looked at the camera bag in the box, exasperating in a complicated mood.
… It's probably like this when mixed with SHI in sugar.
I thought that the "surprise" was over, but two days later, another box was delivered, and He Bai's name was still on the big board.
"Is it from your friend again?" Niu Junjie came over curiously, looked at the pink box, and at He Baibai's tender face, sighing sadly, "Xiaobai, you, alas, you should hurry up and find one. Girlfriend."
He Bai squinted at him, raised his hand to hold his face and opened it, tore off the paper on the box and opened the lid, then was stunned.
Half a box of photos, all taken by him a few days ago, have already signed their names.
There was still a piece of paper glued to the wall of the box. He reached out and tore it off. Seeing a mobile phone number was written on it, he hesitated for a while, took out the phone and saved the number, chose to send a text message, and typed it after consideration.
He Bai: The photo has been received, thank you. In addition, what you mentioned about the photo and Mr. Xu on the cake, can you tell me what's going on
Di Qiuhe, who was listening to Jiang Guanshan and Xu Yinrong discussing the script, noticed the phone shaking, thinking that the photo should have been delivered at this time, and the corners of his mouth curled up. He took out the phone with the screen of the script and clicked on the text message from the unfamiliar number. Quickly glanced at the content, then glanced at a folder next to Xu Yinrong, squinted his phone, and typed quickly.
Di Qiuhe: Want to know why I thank you
He Bai: Yes.
Di Qiuhe: Want to miss it very much
He Bai: ... think.
Di Qiuhe: I want too.
He Bai:
Di Qiuhe: I want you to beg me.
He Bai:...
Di Qiuhe: You look so cute on the street.
boom!
He Bai angrily put the phone into the drawer.