In the shadow of the candlelight, Song Qiyue's hand was clenched into a fist, her nails embedded in the flesh, she felt the slight pain, and she seemed to wake up all at once, so she said, "Is that right, I don't remembered."
"In February of this year, we were still in Jiangcheng. You celebrated my birthday. You colluded with Sangsang and Qi Jian and made a cake for me. Although later, you made a mistake with sugar and salt. , This cake became salty." He talked about the scene when he was still in Jiangcheng.
The memory suddenly became more vivid. At that time, she had just given birth to Yangyang and the new year was still in the future. Thinking of a good day, she suddenly heard from He Sangsang that Mo Zhengyan's birthday was approaching.
"That day, it was February 7th." He said so.
That's right, it was indeed February 7th.
I remember at that time, Song Qiyue still smiled and told He Sangsang that this day is easy to remember, two plus seven equals nine, and that's the largest single number.
In order to prepare for that day’s birthday, Song Qiyue deliberately went to learn how to make cakes, but the cakes failed to make, and in the end they couldn’t eat them at all. As he said, they confuse sugar and salt. Qi Jian was about to rush to the city to buy another one, but it was too late.
"I also cooked the shou noodles." Mo Zhengyan smiled, "Aunt Xu made it."
Although the cake has suffered, but fortunately, there is still life noodles. She was going to cook it herself, but everyone was afraid that she would make a mistake again. So Aunt Xu took the initiative to ask to cook the noodles, and when the noodles came, it really tasted delicious.
It was such a big pot of noodles, and they were all divided into pieces.
"I ate three bowls." He whispered.
Song Qiyue remembered again, it was indeed three bowls, in fact, she also ate two bowls, because the taste was so good, and Aunt Xu's craftsmanship was very good.
"I ask you, how did you know that it was my birthday? You said it was Sangsang who told you." Mo Zhengyan said again, "You said, I knew I was Aquarius, but it's miserable, Aquarius and you It is the most mismatched constellation."
It is not the least unmatched constellation. Find any constellation speed dating guide book, Aquarius will not match her constellation.
Because, because she is--
"I asked which zodiac sign you belonged to. You said you were a Cancer." He said slowly, not knowing that it was because the male voice was too deep and nice, so even the memories became long and soft.
On February 7, Aquarius, the most mismatched constellation is Cancer.
She was born in July in the middle of summer, and July 20th is her birthday.
The horoscope book says that the personalities of Aquarius and Cancer are basically two different things. The former will never give up a forest for a tree, and the latter longs for a single, safe love. One is eager to hold him tightly with tenderness, but the other tells you rationally that this is not the case, and he should be given more freedom.
When Aquarius meets Cancer, the everlasting index is only one star.
He asked at the time: How many stars are the best
Five, but we only have one. She answered.
He hugged her and said with a smile: Those in the constellation book are all deceiving children, so would you believe it? I do not believe.
They are horoscopes that shouldn't meet each other and get married, but they just ran into each other. They once sneered at those guides, thinking that if you hold your hand, they will last forever, but the facts are not like this, not at all! Recalling this, Song Qiyue felt suffocated. She drank, "I forgot!"
Don't remind her again! Don't think about it anymore!
"Even now, I don't believe in the constellation book. I didn't believe it in the past, and I won't believe it in the future." He pushed the cake cart in front of her, and the candlelight was even closer to her. "The least worthy constellation is nonsense. Talk, I won’t believe it."
"I wanted to have a good birthday party, but knowing that you don't like crowds and crowds, so there is no extravagance. I let the people in the house have a holiday today, so they are not here. Don't worry, Yangyang I asked Sister Lan to take it for a walk, and she will be back."
"I asked someone to order the cake. I was in a hurry, so I just had one floor. I wanted to make a bigger one. Next time, I'll wait until next year to make a big cake for you. You love cakes, I know." He smiled and said, "It will be done this year and will be made up next year."
Earlier, when he said he was going to celebrate her birthday, she smiled and said: You must have forgotten by then.
They are no longer children, they have already married and have a son, so they care about their birthdays, so they will not remember the birthday of the previous birthday.
But they will make up next year. Where did they come from next year? Where is it
But he said to himself, "Happy birthday, July."
Song Qiyue was in a passive shock. She could not think with common sense, nor could she feel the truth or falsehood of all this, but the candlelight was still burning, and she felt the scent of the candle, the fragrance permeated, and it was the flowers around. It's so clear between the sniffles!
"Happy birthday." He said blessed words, time and time again.
"Make a wish and blow the candle." He exhorted again, urging her to move on to the next step.
This is really a kind of torture, as if something is gnawing inside, she is standing at the two ends of the balance, swaying not knowing left or right! What birthday, how can it be happy, and where will it be next year? She doesn't want it! I won't want it! Song Qiyue was fixed there, she wanted to destroy the cake, but she couldn't move it when she was fixed there!
"Don't you wish to blow the candles? Don't you like this cake?" Seeing her still, he asked again.
Will everything stop after blowing the candle? But when she blew out the candle, she seemed to have promised that she would spend time together again next year. Why did she obey him again? With such a stubbornness, he couldn't even make a show at this moment. So serious, Song Qiyue didn't understand why he was so serious!
"If you haven't thought of your wish yet, then wait a while before blowing out the candles." He walked past the cake cart and took her hand again.
"Come." He shouted again, leading her upstairs.
Against the backdrop of the candlelight, the stairs were entwined with flowers, like a ladder leading to a sky garden. It was his hands, slender and clean fingers, and the temperature was warm all year round, but when held, it was steady. Song Qiyue had held this person's hand many times, but it should have been numb by now. But at this moment, perhaps because the pace was too fast, there was a trace of tremor.
He went all the way, and she was led all the way by him. The stairs passed one after another, and he took her through the corridor.
It is as transparent as the lights in the corridor, illuminating the road ahead, that is the road leading to the attic!
Song Qiyue's eyes must be that he has taken her to the front of the attic, and he took her to the attic.
It’s not that Song Qiyue has never been to this attic. She has come in twice, one is she sneaked in, and the other is he brought her.
This time, they came again.
But now the lock of the attic has been removed, the lock is no longer there, and no key is needed.
He said in front of her, "This attic will no longer need keys."
Her hand was gently brought by him, and he urged, "Push it away."
It was his hand that held her and led her to push the door open. Candles were already lit in the attic and decorated on the wall. The left and right sides were scattered a few steps away, and it was very European style.
Song Qiyue saw this attic again. The books that were once messy were stacked so neatly. Bookshelves were built in the attic, and they were built against the wall, one after another. Those books are placed on the shelves, there are too many to look at, and it is impossible to count how many.
On the side of the bookshelf there is a flowery shelf, which is decorated with scattered patterns. The wallpaper is fresh green, very simple and beautiful.
The whole attic showed a kind of simplicity, but the strong book fragrance came out. The coffee table and seats in the middle are placed there, and there is a reclining chair against the wall, with blankets and pillows, and a moving table on the side, which is a must-have for those who love to be lazy.
This is already a study room, no longer an attic where you can put things away!
"According to what you said, it was transformed into a study room." He stood aside, looking at her sideways, "It was built with the blueprint you chose, but I changed some small details. Look at this bookshelf, the pattern on it is you My favorite rose flower. And this chair leg has a lotus pattern."
"This recliner, you usually like to lie down the most. You can lie down when you are tired of reading and reading. And this mobile table, you can take it wherever you lie."
"and also……"
"Enough!" He continued to say below, but Song Qiyue couldn't bear it, she interrupted him!
She gnashed her teeth, "Enough! I know, I have seen it too, this attic is well remodeled!"
"You don't know, you haven't finished reading, go in and take a look." He held her wrist, led her in, stepped on the soft carpet, and walked through the deep attic promenade, like walking After the scenery of the four seasons, the lights are too hurried!
Finally, at the end, his pace stopped. Song Qiyue glanced at the end of the attic. The place where Cheng Qingning's real portrait was hung was originally changed. The sliding door windows were glazed and the curtains fell. Come.
"Pull the curtains open," he shouted, "pull it back and take a look."
Driven by curiosity, or bewitched by him, Song Qiyue involuntarily stepped forward and opened the curtain—
The summer wind blows, and the curtains fly up gently. It is the sunlight outside in the evening, and it can be seen clearly. The light falls in the attic, so close to the boundary of the sky.
A small table was placed in the front. The round table was made of cotton and linen. The corners of the cloth were down, and the lace edge was a distressed beige.
On that table, there is a vase!
The light hit the bottle, and the jade-white vase was so bright and white, it was the vase she chose!
In her white jade vase, there is a scorching rose flower in full bloom.
The splendid rose blooms are in full bloom in the vase that belongs to her!
"I chose this rose, and I cut the thorn on the flower and gave it to you." He said, standing behind her.
Song Qiyue doesn't seem to believe all this, what is he doing! Does he know what Qiangwei's flower language is and what it means! This represents love and the thoughts of love!
The blooming rose is like a longing of a person. It is a beautiful dream, but although the flower will wither, the favorite in the heart never withers. The rose is the beginning of love and the vow of love.
Crimson rose, darker than red, without the brightness of rose, without touching vows, but it means, that means-just want to be with you!
"Mo Zhengyan!" Her voice was trembling while cutting her teeth. She was completely dizzy by him. Her heart was beating so violently. I don't know if it was because of anger or shock.
"You said to me before, send her away, don't see her again, don't have any contact, from now on, if you don't meet, don't contact, not at all." He whispered again, "I think I might still do it. No, at least for now, at least until she recovers, at least I can't see her being bullied but ignore it. But I didn't want to be with her, never."
"Recently, I have been thinking, why do you want to tell me that you broke up because of Yang Yang? You asked me before, Yang Yang's nickname, do you think I use Yang Yang as a substitute?" His eyes The eyes are deep, and such serious eyes will melt everything.
As if to melt her whole person, let her sink into his world, unable to extricate herself from breathing!
"He is my child, how could I regard him as a substitute?" He said, his voice was solemn, and the seriousness was also conveyed, "I never regarded him as a shadow of another child. , Never!"
Never, he said that he never thought about being with Cheng Qingning, he said that he never regarded Yang Yang as a substitute for their children, but all this is true or not, behind him is darkness, Behind her is day, day and night alternate, like an illusion, like a dream, so unreal!
She wanted to question, she wanted to speak, but found that she couldn't, it was too hard to take a step, she had already chosen the other end, why should she continue to sway and let her continue to repeat!
He can't shake her like this! Can't!
But he moved forward and approached her. It was his Junyan who got closer and closer. He said, "Actually, I forgot to ask you, do you like Jiangcheng?"
"Although it's not big, it's a little far away, and it's not as prosperous as Port City and Haicheng, but it's very quiet and peaceful. I like it very much."
"July, do you like it?"
"I know that when I came back to Hong Kong City this time, too many things happened, which made you very unhappy. When this is over, why don't we leave here together? Let's leave Hong Kong City, shall we go back to Jiangcheng?"
Leave here together, leave this place, leave all the disturbances, leave!
That was the heart that had been fully prepared for it was as hard as a rock, and it was suddenly peeled away, and the rubble was shattered. She couldn't stop it, she couldn't resist it, and she trembled!
"Let's leave here together." He said, smiling like that, "Go back to Jiangcheng."
Song Qiyue couldn't speak, couldn't make a sound, he picked up the rose in the white jade vase, he sent it to her, put it in her hand and held it lightly.
"I forgot to tell you a word." He said so, his eyes gleaming like stars, so brilliant.
It was the mole of tears at the corner of his eye, intertwined with Yangyang's, and it was frozen in his eyes, it was hypnotizing, it was she who heard his voice, and the sound of the rubble breaking!
He said, "July, I love you."