In order to surprise Liang Xiao, the three of them had to endure the half month with a guilty conscience, and finally waited for his birthday.
After school, Yan Qiwei used a final math problem in the classroom to delay the time to go home, creating more free opportunities for others. When she finished the problem and went home, the sky was completely dark.
There was no light in the Liang family's mansion, only a pale moon shadow hung in front of the glass window.
Yan Qiwei deliberately looked casual: "My parents seem to be on a business trip, and Bo Zhong went to a cram school."
This is often the case, so Liang Xiao just replied "um" lightly, and then took out the key familiarly.
With a click, the door opened.
At this very moment-
A few figures flashed in the darkness, with a deafening muffled sound and fireworks flying all over the sky, the lights in the hall ripped apart the night, and the place where you were standing was like day.
"surprise!"
Zheng Zeyu and Liang Bozhong each held a fireworks tube, and the colorful debris, like bursting fireworks, floated into the air and hurriedly landed in front of Liang Xiao.
Chen Jiayi stuck her head out from behind the two of them, smiled and walked towards him holding a small crown, and put it on Liang Xiao's head very solemnly, her voice was like a jumping bird: "Son, happy sixteenth birthday!"
After he finished speaking, he gently hugged him into his arms, his palms fell between his soft hair, and he rubbed lovingly and carefully.
The boy in his arms was obviously stagnant in breathing, and his whole body stiffened at a loss.
When Chen Jiayi released him, Liang Qi, who walked beside him at some point, touched his head: "Congratulations to my son, who is another year older, you are already a man."
The laughter of Zheng Zeyu, Guo Mengmeng, Aunt Shen and Uncle Chen could be heard faintly in his ears, and the birthday wishes were intertwined into intricate syllables.
It took Liang Xiao a while to realize that today was his birthday.
For the past sixteen years, "birthday" has been a distant and unfamiliar word for him. There is no blessing, let alone any gifts, he knows that he is not his own, and in the scolding of "wild species" over and over again, the teenager even hates these two words.
It doesn't seem like he came into this world for nothing.
As a superfluous item that is not needed by others, it was abandoned by his biological parents alone, and was disliked in every way by his adoptive parents. The only use is to let them vent when they are in a bad mood.
No one loves him, and he has never met any important person. Life is like a waste product to him, whether it exists or not, it will not make any waves.
He lived with the hatred for his own birth, in such a long and difficult ten years.
until tonight.
Chen Jiayi took Liang Xiao's arm and walked into the hall, with a giant cream cake in the center. Liang Qi lit sixteen candles, while Uncle Chen turned off the lights in the hall.
Liang Bozhong is a child after all, and he is very enthusiastic about the surprise party, and shouts with enthusiasm: "The next step is to sing the birthday song!"
Liang Qi laughed: "Your mother gave her the nickname 'White Rose of the Imperial Capital', wow, when she sings, no one is heartbroken."
The juniors cried out in unison, "Wow", Chen Jiayi was shy and secretly amused, and glared at him: "That's not as good as our Mr. Liang's sound of nature. You don't know, when I fell in love with him, the ringtone of the mobile phone was The recording of his singing. Once he went to the hospital to visit a patient after an operation. He was so ill that he didn't even have the strength to speak. I didn't expect that when my phone rang, he was so frightened that he immediately sat up and said The first sentence after the operation, 'how can it be so ugly!'"
Everyone laughed together.
The birthday singing was uneven, and the two tenors, Liang Qi and Zheng Zeyu, who felt very good about themselves, raised the whole tune to Mount Everest, and Guo Mengmeng sang so much that she could barely catch it.
Yan Qiwei was amused and laughed non-stop, and poked Liang Xiao's arm: "It's your turn to make a wish and blow the candles, big birthday star."
The lights in the room dissipated, and the dim candlelight melted in the bottom of her eyes, emitting a warm bright color. When she raised her eyebrows, a rippling water wave rippled in the light, flowing straight into his heart.
Liang Xiao lowered his eyes and silently raised the corners of his mouth.
Until tonight, everything was different.
He has a home that he once hoped for, a serious but protective father, a beautiful and cheerful mother, a younger brother who always quietly gave him snacks and toys; met all kinds of friends, the carefree Zheng Zeyu, the delicate and gentle Guo Mengmeng , and the boys in the class who invited him to play basketball every once in a while, everyone was as warm as the sun.
And finally... I met someone I wanted to protect.
Like a beam of light breaking away from the layers of dark clouds, it descended into his dark and cramped little world, bright as a fleeting dream.
He made a wish silently, blowing out the candle in one breath, as he had done only in a dream.
The candlelight went out, and the dazzling light came on again. The young man narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the faces of everyone present in the hazy halo.
In order to be more memorable, Chen Jiayi went off the stage in person, cut the cake unskillfully, and handed it to Liang Xiao, who took it carefully, picked up a piece with a fork and put it in his mouth.
The melt-in-your-mouth cream wraps the tip of the tongue with sweetness. The raspberry jam is sour and sweet, which virtually neutralizes the sweetness of the cream. The lower layer cake is soft and soft, like cotton that gently presses the mouth, overflowing a little. No fragrance.
His first birthday cake.
"Liang Xiao Liang Xiao!" Yan Qiwei looked at him and blinked, "The cream is stuck to the right corner of the mouth."
Seeing that Liang Xiao subconsciously touched the right side of her mouth, she realized that the left and right were opposite to each other.
The young man pursed his lips tightly, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, his cheeks glowed with thin red clouds under her gaze, and the snow-white corners of his mouth were particularly eye-catching, making him look dull and cute.
There was a mess around, maybe it was Liang Xiao's rabbit-like innocent gaze that happened to poke into her heart, or maybe it was the cheerful and uninhibited atmosphere in the room that gave her courage.
Yan Qiwei quickly stood on tiptoe, her fingertips brushed the corner of his soft mouth, and stroked the cold cream.
Touch, touch the corner of the mouth!
The little person in her heart was bouncing uncontrollably, and she almost jumped with her.
However, before Yan Qiwei's happy energy passed, there was a thief laugh behind her, which shattered the slightly ambiguous atmosphere into scum: "Why did you wipe it? Don't you want to put cream on your face for your birthday?"
Immediately afterwards, a big hand touched Liang Xiao's cheek involuntarily, and smeared a large piece of cream. The latter did not react, and stared ignorantly with a pair of dark eyes.
Zheng Zeyu glanced at him with satisfaction: "What is this called, Butterfly Xiaosheng, it's too vivid!"
Yan Qiwei was shocked and stood in front of Liang Xiao: "You must not bully my family Liang Xiao!"
"I'm not just going to bully your family Liang Xiao," he said with a smug smile, and then touched the tip of her nose, "I'm going to bully you too."
Yan Qiwei: …
"Zheng! Ze! Yu!"
The scene that should have been full of girlish hearts turned into a fierce battle.
Liang Bozhong saw that his brother and sister were covered with cream, and his sense of responsibility as a little man was instantly bursting. He picked up a decorated strawberry and threw it at Zheng Zeyu, and he didn't forget to shout: "Launch, Armstrong cyclotron jet Armstrong Cannon!"
Is your secondary illness still good, brother!
It's a pity that his strength is small and the trajectory of the ballistics is not accurate. The strawberry was launched in mid-air and then went out, and fell straight to...
On his father Liang Qi's head.
The strawberry rolled down, and Liang Qi was stunned for a second.
Then he shouted in cooperation: "Ah, I was shot!"
Why do you want to accompany him in the second year! What about the cold and domineering president!
Chen Jiayi let out a low voice, stood on tiptoe and wiped the cream from the strawberries for him: "Does it hurt? That kid Bo Zhong is naughty..."
Not seeing.
Yan Qiwei decided to block the couple.
The farce over the cake ended in a hurry, and it was time to give gifts.
Among so many large and small boxes, Zheng Zeyu's flamboyant pink sweetheart box is the most eye-catching. His so-called "high-quality collection" was read aloud by the language teacher in front of the whole class, and there was no sense of surprise. Naturally, it was impossible to print another copy for Liang Xiao.
I don't know what gift this person will give.
Gifts cannot be opened in person. When the guests left, Yan Qiwei helped him carry the box to the room.
"If that guy Zheng Zeyu gave you something strange, remember to tell me!" She kept talking along the way, and when she mentioned this topic, she felt embarrassed, "My gift is a little strange, you see Stop joking."
When the words fell, he raised his head and was caught off guard into Liang Xiao's clear black eyes.
For the first time, he did not avoid it, but let out a faint smile, reached out and touched the tip of Yan Qiwei's nose, and then slowly wiped it.
Gentle and soft, a little itchy.
"You didn't wipe the cream that Zheng Zeyu applied."
Yan Qiwei followed her nose and smiled: "Liang Xiao, let's hug."
After I finished speaking, I felt that this request was too abrupt, so I quickly changed my words: "It doesn't have to be hug..."
Before he finished speaking, he fell into a jerky but warm embrace.
The boy's movements were a little hesitant, and his palms covered her back very lightly. The violent heartbeat swayed in her ears very clearly, and Yan Qiwei was so stiff that she couldn't move.
Then she slowly stood on tiptoe, leaned close to Liang Xiaotong's red ears, and told him earnestly, word by word, "Liang Xiao, happy birthday. I'm really, really happy to meet you."
Liang Xiao didn't speak, her thin lips twitched quietly.
For no reason, he remembered a rainy night a few years ago, when the adoptive parents had their children's birthdays.
He was severely beaten for looking at the longevity noodles a few more times, and was thrown into the rain by his adoptive father in order not to obstruct his younger brother's eyes.
Through the window lattice, which was blurred by the rain and fog, Liang Xiao stood on tiptoe and looked at the bright fire in the house. Kindly smiling middle-aged men and women sat around the boy with a look of doting on his face that he had never seen before.
The pain that was like a knife cut mercilessly stabbed the bone marrow, and raindrops fell on the eaves, making a clattering laughter. At that time, he thought, maybe in his life, no one would say "Happy Birthday" to him.
Obviously it's just these simple four words, and no one is willing to give it to him.
The girl's soft hair swept across her earlobes and the back of her neck, and the air was filled with the sweet smell of milk.
Liang Xiao thought, how lucky he was to be born in this world.
After walking through such a long and turbulent darkness alone, when he was about to be swallowed up, he met them, met her.
Then, a ray of light came in.
The author has something to say: Family and friends are also very important! Thank you to the little angel who voted for the king or irrigated the nutrient solution for me~
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