The firefly incident is over.
Jiang Ning still brought a caterpillar to school in a glass jar, and all the girls in the class exploded. Zhong Congshuang looked at her as if he was looking at some kind of biohazard weapon, and pretended to have no intention of attacking her during the student union meeting. Xu Mingyi raised his mouth: "Normal girls are afraid of bugs, right? Isn't Jiang Ning harming the rest of the class?"
Unexpectedly, Xu Mingyi seemed to have suffered a great setback, not to mention that he was in the mood to chat with her on this topic, and he didn't even look at her.
The glass jar was placed between Jiang Ning and Yan Yixie's table, and the blue caterpillar poked its head, wriggling happily inside.
Even if Jiang Ning caught this kind of thing himself, it wouldn't be cute.
Yan Yixie already regretted it.
But he insisted on coming, so he stomped on it and threw it into the trash can, which seemed a bit self-defeating.
So he said to Jiang Ning calmly: "It seems that this caterpillar is not happy in the glass jar, why don't we release it."
Jiang Ning smiled harmlessly: "I think it is quite happy, why don't you stick your hand in and tease it?"
Yan Yixie: "...Jiang Ning, did you do it on purpose?"
Jiang Ning used that vicissitudes of tone: "It seems that what is too easy to get is always not cherished..."
Yan Yixie: "..."
The two of them went to the lawn under the teaching building in the gap after a certain class, opened the glass jar, and released the caterpillar.
Release a caterpillar, Jiang Ning swears that this is the most boring thing he has done in his two lifetimes.
Yan Yixie pushed the wheelchair and looked at her and the sunset on her, but felt that this incident was very special.
In my future life, I may always remember that I released a caterpillar with Jiang Ning this year.
Fast forward to Christmas.
The school arranges each class to go to a three-day winter camp, which is equivalent to a collective holiday. The teachers and students in the whole school were extremely excited. They had been gathering in twos and threes to discuss what to bring since the day before.
However, for Yan Yixie, such a day was no different from any other day, and it was even more deserted than the usual day.
Although the 25th is his birthday, he hasn't had the habit of celebrating his birthday in recent years.
If the housekeeper calls his father unnecessarily, he will be angry.
It happened that the housekeeper's wife was undergoing minor surgery these days, so Yan Yixie simply gave the housekeeper a short vacation and asked him to go back to accompany his wife.
Before the butler left, he closed the doors and windows and was busy in the kitchen. He thanked Yan Yi, "Young Master, there has been a lot of snow outside these two days, and the roads are slippery. You'd better not go out. The chef is at twelve o'clock at noon and six o'clock at night. I will come here separately at 1:30, and the ingredients for the three days have been placed in the refrigerator. Tell him what you want to eat, or you can call me if you don’t want to communicate with him. I’ll be back the afternoon of the day after tomorrow.”
Yan Yixie said: "Okay, it's not like I didn't let you take a short vacation before."
The butler was still a little worried, and said, "Otherwise, I'll buy you a birthday cake before I come back."
Yan Yi thanked, "You know I don't like butter."
The housekeeper said: "But no matter what, you have to eat a small piece on your birthday, or you don't want to buy the one with cream?"
Yan Yixie frowned: "I don't eat cake."
The housekeeper said: "Or, or you ask the chef to make you longevity noodles at night?"
"How can anyone celebrate their birthday? It's embarrassing." Yan Yixie finally told the truth.
Is it possible to buy cakes by yourself, put candles in by yourself, and sing happy birthday by yourself? Even if no one is looking at Yan Yixie, he still feels ashamed. It's winter now, the city is covered with heavy snow, and there is a sudden sound from the bleak villa, people at the foot of the mountain will think there is a ghost here.
The butler stood in the entrance and hesitated for a while: "Why don't I call Jiang Ning?"
"What are you calling her for? Why is she going to the winter camp to spoil her interest?" Yan Yixie finally got a little annoyed: "Are you still going?"
The housekeeper had no choice but to throw the bag into the trunk, and thanked Yan Yi: "Master, let me drive the car back and use it."
Yan Yi thanked, "En."
The car hummed, and the butler drove away.
As soon as the butler left, the villa was completely deserted. The heavy snow bent the treetops outside the yard, and the reeds in autumn had already withered. Looking out from the glass windows on the second floor, the mountains and plains were all silent white.
Yan Yixie looked at the time. At ten o'clock in the morning, Jiang Ning should have boarded the bus with a group of classmates in his class and headed to Wuming Mountain.
Yesterday, Jiang Ning brought the climbing equipment he gave to the class. When school was over, a group of people gathered to watch. Jiang Ning's proud expression was lively and vivid. I must have had a good time today. If she arrived at the top of the mountain tonight and stationed there, she would be able to see the long-awaited sunrise tomorrow morning.
Thinking of this, Yan Yixie opened his laptop and searched for a few sunrise pictures, trying to imagine what the sunrise would be like for Jiang Ning and other students.
The chef came over at noon and left after finishing the meal. He hadn't had much communication with the young master of this villa. He heard that the other party had a bad temper, so he had always communicated with Butler Zhou.
Yan Yixie had no appetite, so after eating some, he finished feeding the custard buns and threw the dishes into the dishwasher.
In the afternoon he rewatched two horror films with a deadpan face. The villa has been so quiet and empty that it is frighteningly empty, as if the sound effects are turned up so much that the empty villa cannot be filled.
Yan Yixie suddenly felt a little unbearable. Obviously, every day in the past few years was spent like this, but now I can't adapt to it any more.
Yan Yi thankfully turned off the projector.
It was getting dark, and he sat on the sofa without turning on the lights.
Just when the teenager was thinking about whether to go to bed at six o'clock, the phone screen suddenly lit up.
Yan Yixie took out his phone, and it was a text message from Jiang Ning: "Around seven o'clock in the evening, there are Christmas balloons in the Plaza of China World Trade Center. It seems to be a limited edition. I can't buy them. If you are fine, can you go to the Plaza of China World Trade Center? Buy me a bunch?"
Yan Yixie: "You want me to run errands for you?"
Jiang Ning quickly returned a smiling face and came over: "Help me, and the Plaza of China World Trade Center should be very lively now, there is a countdown to the New Year, you can go and have a look."
Immediately after, Jiang Ning sent another message: "Otherwise, I'll ask Xu Mingyi's friends who didn't go to the winter camp to help buy it."
When Yan Yixie saw the three words "Xu Mingyi", no matter what the content was, he was already upset.
After a while, Jiang Ning received a cold "Dare you!" She stood in the cold wind, looked at the two words, and kept breathing on her stiff hands. So is he going or not
Yan Yixie went out after sending the text message.
He put on a black scarf and asked the chef to drive the car to the avenue of the China World Plaza.
At seven o'clock in the evening, the snow had stopped, and it was getting dark. The long street was jammed with cars, and the square was full of people. The lights are bright and there are Santa suits in many of the windows. There are also many young people around who set up shop on the floor and sell some cheap jewelry.
There was singing outside the shop, and many students came out to play, all laughing and laughing.
Yan Yixie pushed the wheelchair and passed by. Many people looked over intentionally or unintentionally, as if they were guessing how a young man with snow-white skin who looked as expensive as a young master would be sitting in a wheelchair.
Accidentally broke a bone
Yan Yixie was not used to appearing in such a lively place with so many people, he frowned expressionlessly and searched the crowd for the balloon seller that Jiang Ning said, planning to buy it for Jiang Ning and go back.
However, I didn't see it after looking around for a long time.
He sent a text message to Jiang Ning, but the noisy crowd was almost crowded and there was almost no signal, so he could only make a phone call: "What limited edition balloon, did you see it from the flyer, do you have any specific information?"
After the phone was finally connected, it was extremely noisy, and Yan Yixie couldn't tell whether it was the noise on his side or the noise from Jiang Ning's side.
He couldn't hear what Jiang Ning said, and Jiang Ning shouted again: "Are you facing the cinema?"
Yan Yixie took a look, the movie theater was behind him, he said: "Stop shouting, when your voice is hoarse, you can directly take a photo of the leaflet and send it over."
"No, no, the balloon is coming soon, you stay where you are."
Jiang Ning spoke intermittently, it was too noisy, the whole square was playing Christmas songs, fireworks kept exploding in the dark night, and the crowd all raised their heads and cheered.
Yan Yixie clutched the phone tightly and pressed it to his ear, the phone was hot, and he couldn't hear a few words clearly.
He frowned, raised his head, and suddenly saw a group of colorful balloons higher than the top of his head not far away, with a red silk cloth with the words "Limited Edition" floating on it, surrounded by a short staff member in a Christmas doll costume. Holding it, it is moving slowly against the crowd.
Yan Yixie: "..."
What limited edition is this? Is it too hasty
"I seem to have seen where I bought it." Yan Yixie called over the phone: "Jiang Ning, what color do you want?"
"Doo-doo-doo-"
The signal was so bad that the phone was automatically disconnected before Jiang Ning could answer.
Yan Yixie felt a little helpless, he sat in an automatic wheelchair, squeezed into the crowd, and tried his best to move towards the Christmas doll holding the balloon.
During the carnival, the short staff member in a doll costume was squeezed crookedly by the crowd.
Yan Yixie suddenly felt something was wrong, why did he feel that the other party was also moving towards him
Another round of fireworks exploded, Yan Yixie finally squeezed through the crowd and moved to the side of the Christmas doll costume.
Before the other party took off the hood, he grabbed the other party's huge furry palm, dragged the other party, and protected the other party to squeeze into a place with less crowds.
There are wheelchairs to clear the way, much more relaxed than clumsy doll costumes, squeezed out in a moment.
The two were left behind by the tide-like crowd.
A corner with a little less people.
"Are you stupid?" Yan Yixie dragged the wrist of the doll costume, and helped her lift up the pants that were about to fall: "Are they heavy?"
"How do you know it's me?!" Jiang Ning asked in the doll costume in astonishment, her voice sounded muffled through a circle of furry: "When did you know it was me?"
She couldn't see Yan Yixie, so she had to support her head with two huge palms to prevent it from falling off, which seemed ridiculous.
"I can tell just by looking at you, there is no staff member who is so short." Yan Yi thanked.
As soon as she saw him, she was the only one who pushed the crowd towards him regardless of her own safety.
Jiang Ning said angrily: "What a short, I want to grow taller, I will grow to 1.7 meters in the end!"
Yan Yi smiled and said, "Do you have the ability to predict? So accurate?"
Jiang Ning: "Oops, I can't take off the headgear."
"I'll help you." Yan Yixie pulled Jiang Ning and made her squat down slightly.
Jiang Ning used two huge palms to push his head upwards, but he didn't know where it got stuck. His head was strangled and hurt, and he still didn't take it off for a long time. He howled immediately: "It hurts."
"Don't move yet." The young man patted her hand away to prevent her from using brute force. He searched for a long time to find a stuck zipper, pulled the zipper open, and finally helped her take off the headgear.
Take off the hood.
Yan Yixie looked at Jiang Ning with wet hair, and his heart trembled slightly.
Jiang Ning was like a fish that came ashore, and quickly took a big mouthful of breath, staying inside and being squeezed by the crowd, feeling like he was about to suffocate.
Crystal sweat was all over her forehead, panting heavily, and it condensed into hoarfrost in the winter.
Yan Yixie stretched out his hand subconsciously.
Jiang Ning smiled and squatted down on his knees.
Yan Yixie wiped her sweat. The moment he touched her forehead, the young man's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, as if suddenly awake, he poked her forehead instead, and quickly withdrew his hand.
"Ah." Jiang Ning touched his forehead, simulating being shot.
"Why did you come?" Yan Yixie was silent for a moment, tried his best to calm his heartbeat, took off the scarf around his neck, hung it around Jiang Ning's neck, and wrapped it twice.
Jiang Ning lowered his head cooperatively.
Yan Yixie asked: "Shouldn't you go to the top of the mountain right now?"
Jiang Ning said: "I don't want to go. What's so interesting about climbing snow-capped mountains and what's so interesting about sunrise. It's not impossible to go in the future."
Yan Yixie looked at her: "But it might be the last time to go to the winter camp with that group of people in the class. Don't you regret not having such an opportunity in the future?"
"It's a pity that I wasn't by your side on your birthday."
Yan Xie was stunned: "You—"
Jiang Ning said: "The butler didn't say, don't rely on him, I secretly looked at the file in the teacher's drawer when I was handing in my homework." Jiang Ning stuck out his tongue: "Don't say it."
At eight o'clock, the sky began to snow again, fireworks bloomed in the night sky, and the crowd began to cheer for no reason.
The boy's heart looked like it had rolled into magma, and it was scorching hot.
He lowered his eyelashes, as if he didn't know how to deal with the current situation, as if he couldn't put up a hard defense, nor could he put up a piercing thorn.
He murmured awkwardly: "It's just a birthday, every year."
"Next year is next year, and I can't miss it this year." Jiang Ning said with a smile, and handed him the balloon that had been pinched in the furry white bear's paw: "Do you mind if my gift is just a bunch of balloons?"
Yan Yixie took it over, looked up at the messy colored balloons, and smiled: "Limited edition?"
Jiang Ning saw the boy smile for the first time.
It wasn't a defensive sneer, nor a gloomy and sarcastic smile, nor a slight twitch of the corners of his lips, but a frank and hearty smile, and his eyes were full of smiles.
Under the fireworks, the corners of his delicate white eyes and brows were touched, making them a little more vivid and gentle.
Jiang Ning couldn't help but startled.
Yan Yixie was stared at, his face was a little hot, he quickly and unnaturally stretched the corners of his mouth into a straight line, and recovered his expressionless face.
"What are you doing?" Jiang Ning was displeased, and pressed his two claws on the corners of his mouth, trying to raise the corners of his mouth again.
But the two paws were too inconvenient to find a spot precisely, so they just rubbed the boy's face all over.
Yan Yixie: "..."
"It's really a limited edition." Jiang Ning came back to his senses, and continued what he said just now, "Didn't I not contact you all day today? I just came out to find this thing. Look carefully, each color has only one Only. I searched according to the color card, such as azure blue, lake blue, water blue, matte blue, there are more than a dozen of blue alone. But all the colors add up to tens of thousands, and it is impossible to find them all, so Only eighty kinds were found."
Jiang Ning asked Yan Yi to thank him for looking at the balloon, the boy looked up at the balloon floating in the snow, but his eyes quickly fell back to her face.
"After I found the balloon, I went to rent a set of doll clothes. At first, the staff in the commercial building refused to rent it to me. But I was exhausted, and I only ate two meals a day." Jiang Ning began to sell miserably: "The butler is on vacation, but the chef is not. Let's go to your house for supper later?"
Yan Yixie: "..." So I put it here and waited.
The crowd began to squeeze again, as if the fireworks were about to end, and when the last fireworks bloomed in the night sky, amidst the lights, someone shouted "Merry Christmas."
And Jiang Ning stood in front of Yan Yixie, hugging her clumsy Santa hat, the smile on her face was far brighter than the fireworks behind her, her eyes sparkled, and she said to Yan Yixie: "Yan Yixie, happy birthday, Merry birthday and Christmas to you."
For the first time in years, someone wished him a happy birthday.
She said: "Of course I like to be lively, I like to climb mountains, and I like to play with everyone, but all of these add up, it is not as important as you. Next year's birthday, I hope we will still spend it together. And then year after year, until my hair turns gray."
Until the hair turns gray
She added: "This is not my wishful thinking. Don't be cold-faced. If you agree, you are willing to be the best in the world with me. Just pat my head."
Jiang Ning started talking about her rambling nonsense again.
But Yan Yixie's heart was beating wildly.
The white snowflakes fell between them, and they looked at each other quietly.
Jiang Ning's smile and bright eyes seemed to light up the deserted lighthouse on an isolated island in the boy's heart. At that moment, the boy's emotions surged, his blood boiled like magma, and his empty island began to grow wantonly Something had come out that he could no longer control.
Jiang Ning put his furry hands behind his back, smiled and lowered his head.
Yan Yixie was speechless, stretched out his frozen red hand, and touched her head.
Jiang Ning raised his head and laughed.
Looking at her smile, Yan Yixie's heart beat violently. Hearing the surging crowd behind him and the humming in his chest, he suddenly remembered a very old sentence.
I don't know where it started, and it goes deeper and deeper.