Fast forward to New Year's Eve.
On the twenty-ninth day, the lecture in the afternoon ended, Wen Yuanchu said that he would not go to class for a few days after he mentioned it, and let Ling Song have a good year.
"In the evening, my parents and I are going to Beijing to celebrate the New Year at my little grandpa's house, and we will probably come back after the seventh day of the lunar new year."
Ling Song opened his mouth, unable to speak.
He originally planned to spend two days on his birthday, and go out with Wen Yuanchu alone, to see if something could happen by the way.
Why is this...
Seeing the little fool drooping his head depressed, Wen Yuanchu reached out and rubbed his hair: "Don't be unhappy."
Ling Song sniffled: "What's wrong with me? You should go to your relative's house for the New Year. Can I tie you up and not let you go?"
Why would he tie people to him? Wen Yuanchu is not his.
The tone was sour, he was obviously upset, and Wen Yuanchu didn't expose him.
"I won't give you any homework these days, so eat, drink and have fun, and study when I come back."
"oh."
This is still not happy, but Ling Song doesn't want to say it.
"What time is your flight at night?"
"Nine twenty."
Wen Yuanchu went home to have dinner and pack his luggage.
Ling Song was unhappy.
At the dinner table, parents, brother and sister-in-law were discussing travel, and wanted to take a short trip to a nearby hot spring resort during the Chinese New Year, and asked him if he had any comments, Ling Song listened absent-mindedly, and said casually: "Whatever, go wherever you like. "
Ling Jie was a little annoyed: "You're better off, isn't it that Wen Yuanchu is going to Beijing to celebrate the New Year? As for the fact that you don't want to eat or drink?"
Ling Song blushed, blurted out the sentence "Brother, what are you talking about", and bowed his head to pick up the rice.
After dinner, Ling Song went back to his room, leaned over the window and looked at the opposite room.
Wen Yuanchu was packing things in the room and didn't notice him.
Ling Song glanced at his watch, it was already half past six, and he would go to the airport in at most twenty minutes.
... still reluctant.
Wen Yuanchu went out with his parents, saw Ling Song hovering at the door of his house, and walked up: "Why are you here?"
Ling Song took out two lollipops and stuffed them for him, lowered his eyes and whispered, "Please have something to eat on the way, safe journey."
After thinking about it, I added another sentence: "Happy New Year."
Wen Yuanchu did not refuse, and put the lollipop in his pocket.
Ling Song said again: "Our family will go to the hot spring resort in the next city tomorrow, and we will come back after the third year of junior high school. Hmph, I don't envy you."
Wen Yuanchu nodded: "It's fun with Uncle, Auntie and Brother Jie."
Ling Song was still depressed.
During the Spring Festival of the first year he came to this place, he just realized how much he felt about Wen Yuanchu, but he couldn't spend it with him.
No matter how indifferent he pretended on the surface, he was still unhappy in his heart.
... This person really didn't like him, and he didn't seem to be reluctant to part with him at all.
Wen Yuanchu suddenly raised his hand and took him into his arms.
Before Ling Song could respond, he whispered in his ear: "Ling Song, happy new year, wait for me when I come back."
His voice was deep, as if it had the power to demagogue people.
The aggrieved feeling in Ling Song's heart was finally suppressed: "...Okay."
Early the next morning, the Ling family drove to the hot spring resort more than 200 kilometers away, and planned to celebrate the New Year here.
The resort here not only has a hot spring, but also a golf course and a horse farm. It was the first time Ling Song saw a horse in this era, and he finally became interested. He went to pick a docile mare, and ran two laps on the horse farm. .
Ling Chaochao held up his mobile phone to take pictures of him, and for the first time showed his admiration for him: "Uncle, you can ride a horse, so amazing!"
Ling Song raised his eyebrows proudly: "There are still many things you don't know."
Ling's mother laughed at the side, and sighed casually, saying that Ling Song was very good at learning to play when he was a child, as if he was born with it.
Ling Songxin said, is it? The former Ling Song really has a relationship with him, right
"But the kid at the beginning of Yuan was better at this than you. Once, when you were eleven or twelve years old, we came over to play with the Wen family. You insisted on a match with Yuan Chu, but you rushed too fast and almost died You fell right away, if it wasn’t for Yuanchu’s desperation to help you control the horse and catch you, you kid might have something wrong with the fall, and later Yuanchu beat you up, and you were so angry that you didn’t want to play this game anymore. You are really narrow-minded when you are at odds with Yuan Chu."
Ling Song was speechless.
There is such a thing
Wen Yuanchu,...why can you do everything
And Wen Yuanchu was really nice to him before, right
He conveniently sent a message to Wen Yuanchu.
Ling Song: Can you also ride a horse? Who did you learn from
Wen Yuanchu: My dad.
Oh, no wonder then.
Ling Song: If you have time to compare, I will definitely be better than you.
Wen Yuanchu ignored him.
At night, after dinner and returning to the hotel room, Ling Song turned on the TV to play the Spring Festival Gala, soaked in the big bathtub while enjoying the hot spring bath, and played with his mobile phone at the same time.
Red envelopes were being given out in every group, and he snatched a few, and then saw that his parents, brother and sister-in-law each transferred him a large sum of New Year's money. Each group sent 20 yuan, quit, and harassed Wen Yuanchu.
Ling Song: Father at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, New Year's money
Ling Song: Cute.jpg
Wen Yuanchu: Have you finished your meal? doing what
Ling Song: Watch the Spring Festival Gala, take a bath.
Holding up his phone, he took a selfie of himself sitting in the bathtub, half naked, and sent it to Wen Yuanchu.
Although his figure is a bit sallow and he still needs to continue to exercise, his face is still very good-looking in the steam.
Ling Song thought that he himself was going to be tempted just looking at it, but he didn't believe that Wen Yuanchu could sit still after seeing it.
Wen Yuanchu looked at Ling Song in the photo, pretending to be provocative, but actually looking silly, it was hard to describe.
The action of saving the photo was not delayed for a second.
Wen Yuanchu: Don't soak for too long, be careful of dizziness.
Ling Song: You're not here, I'm bored by myself, what are you doing
Wen Yuanchu: Just after dinner, I played mahjong with my uncle and the others.
Ling Song: Wow, you actually know mahjong, I really didn't see it.
Wen Yuanchu: Yes, I have been playing with my mother all the time.
Imagining Wen Yuanchu playing mahjong with a blank face, Ling Song couldn't help it, but it's a pity that he couldn't see it with his own eyes.
Ling Song: Are you having fun over there
Wen Yuanchu: Not bad.
Ling Song: I'm so bored by myself, I also want to play mahjong with you.
When he was a child in his previous life, he often watched his mother play horse tags with those concubines, and he learned it by himself. Although the game is different from the mahjong here, it is passed down in the same vein, so it must not be difficult to learn.
Wen Yuanchu: I won't fight you.
Ling Song: Why
Wen Yuanchu: You will definitely play tricks if you lose.
Ling Song: ...Why are you like this
Wen Yuanchu began to give him red envelopes.
Ten in a row, two hundred each, another two thousand yuan.
Wen Yuanchu: New year's money, here you are.
Ling Song: Why is it two thousand again? Can't you give me more
Wen Yuanchu: Including the two thousand on New Year's Day, the total is four thousand.
Oh, if you give someone else two thousand, if you give him four thousand, then he is worth more.
Ling Song was satisfied and didn't care about it any more.
Afterwards, the two of them continued to send WeChat messages one after another. Wen Yuanchu was probably concentrating on playing cards and replied very slowly.
Ling Song was very bored, soaked in the hot spring for an hour, put on his clothes, went to his parents' room, had supper with them, and continued to watch the Spring Festival Gala.
At 11:30, Wen Yuanchu's voice call came in, and Ling Song ran outside to answer it on the balcony.
"Dad at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, you are willing to talk to me."
Ling Song's tone was coquettish and complaining, but he didn't realize it.
Wen Yuanchu didn't remind him: "I just finished playing cards."
"Did you win?"
"Win twenty dollars."
"It's only twenty yuan. I'm really unlucky."
Wen Yuanchu said helplessly, "It's not about gambling."
Ling Song lay on the balcony guardrail, smelling the faint fragrance of flowers in the cold wind, and asked him, "Wen Yuanchu, are you going to sleep now?"
"It's still early."
Ling Song chuckled: "It's rare to hear you say it's too early. Every time before, you always urged me to go to bed early and not to play with my phone."
"Today's New Year's Eve, you can watch the night."
Ling Song didn't take it seriously: "But there is no New Year's atmosphere here, and even the fireworks are not allowed to be played, so boring."
"Just get used to it, it's the same everywhere."
"So what are you doing now?"
"I'm also watching the Spring Festival Gala."
The two chatted nonchalantly, and neither of them was willing to put down their phones.
Soon after zero o'clock, Ling Song took a deep breath when he heard the countdown sound coming from the TV in the room. When the countdown reached one hour, he said to Wen Yuanchu again: "Wen Yuanchu, Happy New Year."
Wen Yuanchu's answer was: "Ling Song, happy birthday."
Ling Song was taken aback for a moment, he almost forgot about it.
"What about my birthday present?"
"You'll see it when you go back to your room."
Wen Yuanchu actually prepared a birthday present for him
Excitedly, Ling Song said "I'll go back to sleep" to his parents, and ran back to his own room next door.
Sure enough, as soon as he passed, someone rang the doorbell. It was the waiter of the hotel.
Said someone had ordered room service for him.
A six-inch strawberry cake with candles and a wrapped gift.
Ling Song carefully unwrapped the gift wrapping paper, it was a music box, the inside of the crystal glass cover was covered with rose petals, and on it stood a naive cartoon puppy, which was his zodiac sign.
Turn the mainspring, and the melodious piano music flows out slowly.
It's the one he keeps humming.
Ling Song was slightly dazed, picked up his phone, and dialed Wen Yuanchu's voice call again.
"Wen Yuanchu, why this song?"
"You hum it yourself. I have a good memory. I wrote it all down. It sounds very nice, so I ordered this music box for you."
oh.
Ling Song had an inexplicable feeling in his heart.
He took another bite of the strawberry cake, it was sweet and soft, and it was indeed delicious.
Wen Yuanchu asked him, "Did you make a wish?"
"It's no fun making a wish alone."
And his wish was so simple, he had already told Yuelao in Yuelao Temple that day.
"Wen Yuanchu, you gave me such a big cake, how can I eat it all by myself in the middle of the night?"
Wen Yuanchu thought for a while and said, "Put it in the refrigerator and eat it during the day."
"It won't be fresh until the daytime, and my family will celebrate my birthday during the daytime. There must be cake to eat."
"Wen Yuanchu, I wanted to invite you to eat my birthday cake together."
"You really don't give face to yourself, leave me behind and run away."
Ling Song murmured and complained, Wen Yuanchu listened quietly, and when he finished speaking, he promised him: "I will definitely be with you next year."
But I can't wait until next year.
Ling Song looked outside at the still brightly lit night, and suddenly felt an impulse in his heart.
Even his breathing became short of breath, he said to Wen Yuanchu on the other end of the phone: "I'm going to sleep, let's do this first, hang up."
Put away the phone, put on his coat, and put a few pieces of clothes into his backpack. After confirming that he had brought his ID card, Ling Song didn't hesitate anymore, put his bag on his back and walked out of the hotel room lightly.
There is a taxi at the entrance of the hotel on the first floor, and it only takes 20 minutes to go to the airport from this place.
He had just checked on his mobile phone that there was the last flight to Beijing at 2:00 in the morning, and there was still a ticket.
Ling Song was a little nervous.
In the middle of the night, he flew to Beijing alone to find Wen Yuanchu. In his two lifetimes, this was the first time he had such courage.
The airport is bigger than he imagined.
After arriving at the place, thanks to the help of the ground staff, we finally caught up before the boarding gate closed.
After actually sitting down on the plane, Ling Song's pounding heart calmed down a little. The flight attendant smiled and reminded him to turn off the phone. He quickly took out his phone and sent two WeChat messages.
Give one to his brother, tell him that he has gone to Beijing, so they don't have to worry.
One was sent to Wen Yuanchu, asking him to pick him up at the airport.
After doing all this and turning off the phone, Ling Song finally heaved a sigh of relief, and only then did he think about looking at the plane he was on for the first time.
... Can such a bulky guy actually fly into the sky
But soon he was not in the mood to think about it. After the plane accelerated to take off, the slight overweight pinned him to the chair. Ling Song clasped his hands nervously, not daring to move.
Although he was afraid in his heart, the joy in his heart still prevailed at the thought of seeing Wen Yuanchu soon.
Wen Yuanchu stayed up all the time, and when he saw the WeChat message from Ling Song on the screen of his phone, he didn't even have time to be surprised. When he called back, the phone had already been shut down.
He called Ling Jie again, and as soon as he connected, he heard Ling Jie's distraught voice: "Xiao Song is not in the room, he flew to Beijing to find you, I just checked, the last flight has already taken off , you go to the airport to pick him up, please, that bastard, I'll settle the score with him when I get back."
Wen Yuanchu: "...I'm going out now, I'll take good care of him, please tell your uncle and aunt, don't worry."
After hanging up the phone, Wen Yuanchu didn't think about it anymore, and quickly got up, changed his clothes and went out.
At 4:30 in the morning, the plane landed at Beijing Airport.
Ling Song, who had fallen asleep, woke up in a daze, followed the flow of people out of the airport pick-up gate, and saw Wen Yuanchu standing outside.
The man was wearing a down jacket and jeans, frowning as if unhappy.
But at that moment, his heart that had been hanging all night finally fell to the ground, he ran over with a smile, and slammed into Wen Yuanchu's arms with all his strength.
Wen Yuanchu was knocked back by him and took two steps back to stabilize him.
He heard Ling Song laughing in his ear and said: "Wen Yuanchu, I want to see you, I came to find you to accompany me on my birthday."
The words of reprimanding people suddenly became speechless, Wen Yuanchu sank down and raised his hand to pat him on the waist: "Let's go, go back first."