As soon as he returned to his cabin after dinner, Song Yu received a message from Dafeng, asking if he wanted to go to his place for a cup of tea to sober up.
Song Yu just didn't feel sleepy, so he didn't even open the door, and went directly to Dafeng.
This time they lived in single-storey log cabins, each guest had their own set, and their log cabins were only a dozen meters apart.
Song Yu and Dafeng have always had a common topic. The two chatted from work to a series of things that happened recently. When they came back to their senses, the hour hand of the wall clock on the wall had already pointed to 12.
Coming out of the strong wind, Song Yu stood in the open snow field, took a deep breath of the cold air that froze his lungs in the middle of the night, and then walked slowly towards his wooden house.
As soon as he walked to the corridor, the phone in his pocket vibrated, and soon vibrated again.
Who would text him in the middle of the night
Song Yu took out his mobile phone suspiciously, and found that it was a WeChat message from Zhou Yanqing, so he hurriedly clicked on the chat interface.
The latest message from Zhou Yanqing is: Teacher Song, happy birthday!
On the top one is a photo, which is a giant snow-white double-layered birthday cake with some red fruits dotted on it. If you take a closer look, you will find that the cake is made of snow.
The time in the upper right corner of the phone screen is exactly 0:00.
Song Yu frowned, and hurried to the back of the wooden house. Because he recognized that Zhou Yanqing's snow cakes were behind his wooden house, where there was a large open space for villagers to entertain, and there were street lights.
Walking half a circle around the wooden house, an open space came into view. Song Yu saw Zhou Yan squatting lightly in front of the huge double-layer "cake", with the white snow field behind him, looking thin and small.
But he is such a thin and weak person, not afraid of being alone, and with great courage to find out the cause of his death alone, even if he died because of this, he did not hate him or blame him, and after being reborn, he still came to him without hesitation and pulled him away out of the abyss.
A soreness welled up in his throat, Song Yu wiped away the moisture from the corners of his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and incorporated this scene into the camera of his mobile phone.
As soon as the photo was taken here, Zhou Yanqing had just put away the phone, and Zhou Yanqing had already got up to pat off the broken snow on his body and was about to go back to the room. Song Yu hurriedly strode after him.
In the stillness of the night, the rapid but regular "creak, creak" sound of stepping on the snow sounded behind him, and Zhou Yanqing froze nervously. He remembered that during dinner at night, Cheng Qing said that there was a big wild boar two days ago. He ran into the village in the middle of the night and damaged many things in the village.
The more he thought about it, the more he panicked, Zhou Yanqing closed his eyes and looked back, and saw Song Yu standing five meters away, breathing out a puff of white mist, and then he heard Song Yu's voice with a little smile came.
"Shouldn't the cake be delivered in person?"
Zhou Yan was stunned for several seconds before he came back to his senses, his lips were pressed under the mask, and he asked: "Mr. Song, why are you... why haven't you slept yet?"
Song Yu walked forward on the thick snow, until he came to Zhou Yanqing. He stared at the layer of hoarfrost on Zhou Yanqing's eyelashes, and asked him, "Aren't you sleeping? Why are you here?"
"Wake up." Zhou Yan gently pulled off the mask and stuck it under his chin, "Come out for a walk."
He couldn't hold back everyone's enthusiasm for dinner at night, so he drank a few glasses of beer at the dinner table, but his drinking capacity was too poor, and he became dizzy after a while. Chai Richeng helped him out and sent him back to his room. Soon he fell asleep, and when he woke up, it was already 11 o'clock in the evening. He couldn't sleep anymore, so he came out for a walk.
Unknowingly, I walked to the back of Song Yu's cabin, so on a whim...
Zhou Yan took a peek at the childish big "cake" a few steps away, feeling so ashamed that he even wanted to bury his head in the snow like a roe deer.
Song Yu took off his gloves, held Zhou Yanqing's icy cheeks, wiped off the hoarfrost on his eyelashes with his warm thumbs, and asked, "How long have you been outside with such a cold face?"
Zhou Yan raised his eyes in a daze, unconsciously holding his breath, and the ears hidden under the hat could only hear his own "thumping" heartbeat.
It took a minute, or even longer, before he heard Song Yu's voice that couldn't hide his smile again.
"Frozen?"
After clenching and relaxing the hands in his pockets several times, Zhou Yanqing blinked quickly: "No, I'm not stupid."
But he was thinking in his heart that he might really be frozen stupid, otherwise how dare he have the crazy idea that Song Yu wanted to kiss him just now
Song Yu couldn't see through Zhou Yanqing's flustered inner activities, he pinched the soft flesh on Zhou Yanqing's cheeks, and asked again: "Are your hands cold? Let me see if they are frozen."
Zhou Yanqing stretched out his hand in a trance, and raised it in front of him: "No, I'm wearing the gloves you bought for me."
Song Yu withdrew his hand in satisfaction, and pointed to the "cake": "Then can I make my birthday wish and cut the cake?"
Zhou Yanqing glanced at the damn "cake" again, he really just piled it on a whim for fun.
Seeing Song Yu's cabin was pitch-black, he took it for granted that Song Yu had already fallen asleep. When he sent the photo, what he was thinking about was the picture of Song Yu waking up tomorrow morning and seeing his message, opening the window and seeing the "cake" and smiling knowingly, he would never have thought that Song Yu would be caught a manifestation.
Zhou Yan looked at Song Yu calmly, still succumbing to the firm and eager eyes of the other party, he nodded: "Okay."
The two walked a few steps and stood in front of the snow cake.
This cake is bigger than it looks in the photo. The top layer is dotted with a circle of red frozen hawthorns. A small snowman is pinched in the middle. Some patterns are drawn on the surface of the cake. It really looks like a cream cake. appearance.
Song Yu pursed her lips, suppressed the smile on her lips, and commented sincerely: "Very cute."
Zhou Yanqing's cheeks were hot, and he explained in a low voice: "You don't like sweets, and you can't buy fresh cakes here, but..."
But what other people have, I hope you can too.
"Well, I like it very much." Song Yu looked at Zhou Yanqing emotionally, "Then I will make a wish."
Zhou Yanqing said suddenly: "But there are no candles."
Song Yu thought for a while, and took out a plastic lighter from his pocket: "Use this."
At the dinner party in the evening, there were cigarettes and lighters on every table. He kept holding them in his hand to play with, and unconsciously put them in his pocket, which was of little use at the moment.
"Okay." Zhou Yan nodded lightly, "I'll make some, and you play."
There was no wind tonight, and with a "click", Zhou Yan lightly lit the lighter.
Song Yu closed her eyes, clasped her hands together, and made a wish reverently.
A gust of hot and humid wind blew across the back of Zhou Yanqing's hand, and the bright blue flame of the lighter was blown out.
Song Yu took the lighter from Zhou Yanqing's hand, and took a step forward. There was only half a step between them, and the tip of their nose could touch the tip of their nose by leaning slightly.
Zhou Yanqing unconsciously leaned back, his lips moved.
The corner of Song Yu's mouth curled up, and before Zhou Yan opened his mouth lightly, he opened his mouth: "I'm rather greedy, and I made three wishes, the first..."
Zhou Yanqing didn't wait for Song Yu to finish speaking, subconsciously stretched out his hand and tried to cover Song Yu's mouth: "It won't work if you express your wish." But he didn't really cover it, but just covered Song Yu's mouth and nose vaguely .
Song Yu grabbed Zhou Yanqing's hand and held it in his hand: "My wish is different, and it will only come true if I say it." He moved a little closer, staring straight at Zhou Yanqing's trembling pupils, "I My first wish is that you can help me realize the next two wishes."
Zhou Yanqing completely fell into Song Yu's bewitching black pupils, and asked in a daze: "How... help you realize it?"
Song Yu got serious: "A month ago, I applied for a notarization of the will. After my death, all the properties under my name will be donated to you alone. I hope you don't refuse. This is my second birthday wish."
Zhou Yanqing's breath was unsteady, and his vision suddenly became blurred. After pondering for a long time, he asked in a trembling voice: "Why?"
He wasn't surprised or terrified, he just asked why in a daze.
As soon as the words fell, the tears accumulated in the eyes rolled down.
Heartbroken, Song Yu hugged Zhou Yan gently into his arms, and said softly, "You know why, don't you? You're so smart, you already guessed that I'm also reborn, right?"
Zhou Yanqing didn't answer, he buried himself on Song Yu's shoulder, at first he sobbed silently, then he sobbed suppressedly, and finally couldn't suppress his inner emotions, he burst into tears.
Although he touched on this truth not long ago, he has never dared to think about it, nor dared to face it. As long as he thinks that Song Yu is reborn with those painful memories that make him suffocate, he even hurts to breathe. So he deluded himself into convincing himself that those subtle coincidences were mere coincidences, and that everything was nothing more than his overly sensitive imagination.
However, Song Yu admitted it in front of him.
Zhou Yanqing had never cried so violently before, even on the day his grandfather passed away, tears burst out of his eyes uncontrollably. He clutched Song Yu's lapel with both hands, venting the emotions that had been suppressed for two lifetimes, his mind was in confusion, and he didn't understand what he was crying at all.
Maybe it's crying and suffering.
Perhaps it is crying that evil comes with evil.
Maybe it's crying lost and regained.
…
Hearing Zhou Yanqing's heart-piercing cry, Song Yu's eyes turned red, but he didn't stop him. He knew that Zhou Yanqing needed a complete vent, so he let Zhou Yanqing cry.
However, Zhou Yanqing's crying didn't show any signs of calming down. Instead, it became more and more urgent, and even the people began to tremble.
Song Yu frowned, afraid that Zhou Yanqing would have difficulty breathing or faint from crying if this continued.
"Yanqing," Song Yu held Zhou Yanqing's face, wiped away his tears, and gently coaxed him, "Stop crying, please? If you cry again, you will suffocate."
Zhou Yanqing was crying so hard that his ears started to ring, he didn't hear what Song Yu was saying, and the sadness was not something that could be put away, tears still poured out of his eyes uncontrollably.
His eyes were red and swollen, his chest heaved violently, and he would twitch from time to time.
Song Yu secretly scolded himself for being stupid, for making people cry, but he was not good at coaxing people. He pursed his lips and hesitated for a moment, lowered his head and kissed the corner of Zhou Yanqing's mouth, then moved up to kiss the wet eyes, tasting a bit of saltiness.
The turbulent cries and tears stopped abruptly, and Zhou Yanqing's mind went blank, until Song Yu led him into a warm room and wiped his face with a wet towel, then he came back to his senses, recalling in disbelief just now Those two extremely gentle kisses.
He suspected that he was still drunk, or that he was dreaming, otherwise he couldn't explain the two kisses just now.
Song Yu carefully wiped Zhou Yan's face lightly, then squeezed some skin care lotion and dabbed it on Zhou Yan's red and hot cheeks.
Zhou Yan stared blankly at Song Yu's slightly frowning eyebrows because of his seriousness, and tried several times but failed to find his voice. He was even more sure that he was dreaming, because the dreaming self was always unable to speak.
"Yanqing." Song Yu saw through Zhou Yanqing at the moment, and he untied the scarf around Zhou Yanqing's neck while saying, "You are not dreaming."
Zhou Yan was a little dazed, tried to move his sore Adam's apple, and murmured: "It's not a dream..."
Because of crying for too long, his voice was hoarse and deep as if it had been polished by sandpaper.
Song Yu frowned, took his thermos and poured out half a glass of water, and fed it to Zhou Yanqing's lips.
Zhou Yan hesitated for a moment before opening his lips and taking a sip.
Song Yu put down the cup, raised the chin of Zhou Yanqing who had been avoiding his eyes, and forced the other party to look at him: "The second wish you just said outside, can you promise me?"
"I..." Zhou Yanqing didn't know how to answer, he didn't dare to want it and didn't want it, but he didn't want Song Yu's birthday wish to come true.
Song Yu saw through the struggle in his eyes and asked him, "Don't want it? Don't you dare?"
Zhou Yanqing nodded honestly.
"Then skip it first." Song Yu moved closer, almost touching Zhou Yanqing's lips, and said hoarsely, "Listen to my third wish?"
Zhou Yan nodded lightly and honestly.
Song Yu bent his lips: "My third wish is to let me be your boyfriend, to love and take care of you for the rest of my life, and I and my property belong to you, is that okay?"
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