The next step he took was like stepping on cotton, the lollipop at his fingertips stopped spinning, and Lu Chenfeng's mind went blank for a moment. After returning to his senses, it is not difficult to guess how Lin Chaosheng knew his birthday. After all, an ID card is required to stay at the inn.
It's just that this blessing came unexpectedly, and it was unavoidable, and it really hit my heart.
Last year's birthday was in the ward. Staying in front of his father's sick bed, Lu Chenfeng was chewing on the hospital's meal, hearing the doctor's regret, feeling that his situation was like a piece of driftwood in the ocean, and he was about to lose the most important support in his life.
Lin Chaosheng said, "Shou Xing, what would you like to have for dinner?"
Driftwood seemed to be leaning against the shore, and the shallow footsteps finally stepped on the ground. Lu Chenfeng tilted his head to meet a pair of smirking eyes. Lu Chenfeng wondered if Lin Chaosheng wanted to see him moved and cramped: "It's fine."
Lin Chaosheng: "Is there any request?"
Lu Chenfeng answered frankly: "Yes, you can do it."
A few leaves fell from the top of their heads, and the golden red of the afterglow was wrapped around their shoulders. Lin Chaosheng looked at the place where the sea and the sky met, and his voice was so low that he seemed to be muttering to himself: "Although this sentence may be a bit late."
No matter how softly he whispered, Lu Chenfeng could easily capture it. After all, his mind was not on the view at all. Lin Chaosheng pursed his lips and said, "I'm really happy that you can stay."
It was the wooden table next to the bookshelf. While waiting for the birthday meal, Lu Chenfeng slid off the screen and clicked into WeChat, only to see a few unread birthday wishes.
It was Fang Yi who sent the message stuck at 0:00. Lu Chenfeng finished replying in turn, put away his phone and planned to choose a book to read, but his attention was not as good as during the day, and his mood became complicated by the presence of Lin Chaosheng, which temporarily pulled his interest away from books, and wanted to read more of Lin Chaosheng. the inn.
With his eyes lingering in the direction of the kitchen, it was hard to hide his inner anxiety. Lu Chenfeng's lips extended a helpless smile, and his fingers on his forehead rubbed his temples back and forth.
This is probably the so-called "waiting to feed" feeling. Lu Chenfeng looked at Lin Chaosheng, who was walking towards him with a dinner plate, but the books that should have been put back in their original places were forgotten on the table.
"Pineapple rice will be eaten later." The small square table was filled with dishes, and the bowl of clear soup noodles was pushed in front of Lu Chenfeng's eyes. Lin Chaosheng handed him the chopsticks, "After all, it's a birthday, and the sense of ceremony is very important."
Lu Chenfeng asked in surprise, "What ceremony?"
"Pick up your longevity." Lin Chaosheng sat opposite him, his arms crossed, his eyebrows smiling, "The first chopsticks, pick as high as possible, the higher you pick, the older you will live."
Although Lu Chenfeng has never done the custom of the northerners, he has heard a little about it. The tip of the chopsticks was put into the bowl of noodles, he turned his wrist to stir vigorously, and slowly pulled it up. Two big men in their thirties stared nervously at the height of the noodles. From an outsider's point of view, it was a bit ridiculous. .
Jane squinted her eyes in confusion, what are these two doing
The position is neither high nor low, from looking down at the table to the head, the noodles slide down the chopsticks, Lu Chenfeng smiled and shrugged: "Boss Lao, please calculate, how old can I live?"
Lin Chaosheng rubbed his chin solemnly, said a long "um", pretended to think, and then bent the corner of his eyes into a crescent moon: "Long live a hundred years."
In Lu Chenfeng's impression, this was the first time that Lin Chaosheng accompany him to eat the whole process, but he didn't take it seriously. Only occasionally ask: "How does it taste?"
When night fell, Lu Chenfeng returned to his room, pushed open the door and walked to the terrace. When he sat down, he took out the orange-flavored lollipop in his pocket, peeled off the package and put it in his mouth.
After being stunned for a whole candy, Lu Chenfeng held a plastic stick in his mouth, and he was already addicted to smoking. He lowered his head and turned on his phone, and found Lin Chaosheng's name. The other party's avatar was a seagull flying with wings, and his Moments were not enabled.
The screen turned on and off, tapped several times with his fingertips, and the knock on the door behind him pulled Lu Chenfeng's wandering thoughts back. He put the phone on the low table and threw away the plastic stick. It was only a few steps from the balcony to the entrance, but he felt like he had walked for a long time.
The heart rate is different for each step. After living for thirty-two years, he has participated in countless exhibitions, met all kinds of people, and faced severe and cruel situations. Lu Chenfeng has never been in such a chaotic manner, and this is the first time he has tasted anxiety.
Holding the doorknob with his right hand, when Lu Chenfeng began to worry that the person outside the door was not Lin Chaosheng, he suddenly completely clarified his intentions.
His feelings for Lin Chaosheng were probably deeper than he realized.
Especially at the moment when the door was opened and the long-term uneasy breathing calmed down after seeing Lin Chaosheng, Lu Chenfeng finally realized that on the night of his birthday, he longed for Lin Chaosheng's company.
With his face as usual, not changing his usual calmness, Lu Chenfeng asked, "Did you rest?"
"It's still early." Lin Chaosheng replied, "Did you bother you?"
Lu Chenfeng stepped aside to open the door, and tilted his head into the house: "What would you like to drink?"
"Baishui is fine." Just after answering, Lin Chaosheng suddenly felt that something was wrong. It was obvious that Lu Chenfeng was a guest. He smiled lightly, "Have our identities been reversed?"
Lu Chenfeng pressed the switch of the kettle and heated the warm water: "You have been busy all night for your birthday, so take a rest."
"That's not so busy." Seeing that the balcony door was open, Lin Chaosheng sat down knowingly in the rattan chair outside the house, "I didn't feel tired at all."
Taking the water cup brought by Lu Chenfeng, Lin Chaosheng used it to warm his palms, sitting upright. It wasn't intentional, it was a habit formed since childhood, Lu Chenfeng was Lin Chaosheng's straight shoulders in the corner of his eye, and the other party's every move reflected good tutoring.
Lin Chaosheng took a sip of water and moistened his lips: "Do you have any wishes for Mr. Lu? I heard that you can make three wishes on your birthday."
Lu Chenfeng shook his head: "The birthday wish of the second grade of elementary school has not been fulfilled, and I don't have the heart to think about new ones."
Once a gentle person makes a joke, the sense of disobedience that does not match his appearance will become more humorous, causing Lin Chaosheng to laugh: "Can I ask what you promised?"
Lu Chenfeng said calmly, "Become the richest man in Beijing."
Lin Chaosheng decided not to hold back any longer, he laughed twice, covered his stomach and said, "You didn't lie to me, did you?"
"Actually, I don't remember much about the second grade. It's too long ago." Lu Chenfeng's low voice was very magnetic, "However, when I was a child, I liked to write a diary, and my dad still kept it."
Referring to his father, Lu Chenfeng touched the shirt he was wearing from his father with the back of his hand. When he turned to look at Lin Chaosheng, he found that the other party had made a slap-sized kraft paper box and placed it lightly in front of him.
Lu Chenfeng raised his eyebrows: "Could it be a gift?"
Lin Chaosheng: "Just a little thought, don't dislike it."
I wouldn't accept the precious ones, and Lin Chaosheng wouldn't give them away if they weren't high enough. Lu Chenfeng believed that there was such a tacit understanding between them, so he was even more curious about what this gift was.
The lid of the box was already half-raised, and Lu Chenfeng stopped abruptly, reaching out and knocking on the table. He asked Lin Chaosheng, "Although it's a bit childish to say that, but to be fair, can I also ask when Boss Lin's birthday is?"
Lin Chaosheng still had a smile on his face, he put down the water glass and cast his eyes away, staring at the starlight spread out on the sea, and sold out: "I really want to know?"
Lu Chenfeng said clearly: "I want to."
Lin Chaosheng said, "The day you stayed at Jiaxi Inn."