Life With You

As George Sheng's birthday approaches, the actions of people around him become more intense. Everyone gets together every year to have fun on their birthday. George Sheng knows that they will not forget it. What he is concerned about is whether anyone tells Song Xi.

At first he thought that Yuan Bao or Huo Jiamin would probably tell Song Xi, but until the day before his birthday, Song Xi didn't say anything.

When George Sheng came home at night, Song Xi brought him food and drinks with a tray as usual. The two talked for a while. George Sheng looked at her as if no one had really told her.

Good night. Song Xi said goodbye before leaving.

George Sheng sat by the bed and read a book, hesitating in his heart whether to tell her himself. After a slight hesitation, Song Xi had already left.

At around 11 o'clock at night, Song Xi had been lying in bed for half an hour and was reading something on her mobile phone. The screen suddenly switched to incoming call mode. It was George Sheng.

After a two-second pause, Song Xi pressed the connect button: Hello?

George Sheng said: Are you free tomorrow?

Song Xi didn't answer but asked: What's wrong? What's going on?

George Sheng said: If you have time, let's have dinner together.

Song Xi's tone was awkward: Our hospital will be very busy tomorrow...

George Sheng said: Forget it.

Song Xi asked again: Are you in a hurry?

George Sheng said calmly: It's nothing, Chang Jingle and the others are just having a dinner together.

Song Xi secretly thought that George Sheng was really a tough talker. Is it so difficult to celebrate his birthday?

She pretended not to know, and neither of them exposed her. George Sheng hung up the phone.

I glanced at the phone screen and saw that it was 11:35 at night.

The lights in Song Xi's room were turned off. She lifted the quilt and got out of bed and walked to the window. She opened a corner of the curtains and knelt down at the bay window to look out. The lights on the second floor were also turned off. It seemed that George Sheng was also ready to sleep.

Song Xi walked around alone in the dark room and laughed slyly. She was still a little nervous for no reason. With the light of her mobile phone, she walked to the coffee table and looked at the exquisite cake that had been prepared on it.

She almost had insomnia just to choose the cake. At first she wanted to order a pure dark chocolate one, then she wanted to order a pure white cream one, or a sea blue one? After much deliberation, Song Xi suddenly had an idea and ordered a pink one.

Because she could imagine that George Sheng's face must be lukewarm when delivering the cake, so instead of trying her best to make him smile, she would be happy first.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Song Xi took out the candles that he had prepared a long time ago. One by one, he inserted exactly twenty-seven candles. When the candles were lit, the room immediately became a warm yellow. Even though the warmth of the candles was limited, it could Song Xi still felt warm.

At 11:58, Song Xi suppressed her excitement, went out with the cake and walked downstairs. Standing at the door of the master bedroom on the second floor, Song Xi knocked on the door without hesitation. She was sure that George Sheng was still there. Didn't fall asleep.

Sure enough, less than five seconds after the door knocked, George Sheng's voice came from inside the door: Come in.

Song Xi opened the door. Before she saw George Sheng, she was already singing: Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you...

Turning the corner, Song Xi looked towards the bed. George Sheng had turned over and sat up. He was wearing black pajamas. The weak light made his handsome face half-dark. He looked at Song Xi, his face was still calm, but the look in his eyes was But intriguing.

Song Xi couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips and said with a smile: Happy birthday!

Standing two steps away from the bed, Song Xi looked directly at George Sheng's face. When he came closer, his face was extremely clear in the candlelight. Seeing that he was serious in speech, Song Xi put away his smile and said tentatively: What's your expression? Aren't you surprised?

George Sheng's eyes fell on the cake, and after a while he slowly raised his head to look at Song Xi: Do you know it's my birthday today?

Song Xi held the cake and said, Isn't it obvious enough?

George Sheng was silent, the expression on his face was really indifferent, showing no happiness or other emotions at all.

Seeing this, Song Xi said aloud: Am I unnecessary? If it affects you, I won't...

No.

George Sheng interrupted, and Song Xi looked at his face. The atmosphere didn't look like it was a birthday.

After a pause for a few seconds, Song Xi took the initiative and said, Are you unhappy?

George Sheng sat on the bed, paused for a few seconds, and then opened his thin lips: No.

Song Xi said: Then why don't you smile?

George Sheng raised his head and glanced at her: Do you have to show your happiness on your face?

Song Xi raised his eyes slightly: What else?

The two looked at each other, and George Sheng said: The cake is too ugly. I am not a woman, nor a child. What does she mean by buying such a girl's heart-breaking cake?

Song Xi immediately said: Pink makes people feel happy. It applies to both men and women. I just want to make you happy.

George Sheng's heart skipped a beat. She always made no secret of it. Was she too open-minded? Or are you trying to tease him on purpose?

Hearing her singing happy birthday as she came in, George Sheng was actually pleasantly surprised, but he was used to not showing his happiness and anger on his face. What's more, she made it clear that she was asking for credit, so he didn't show his happiness. look.

What are we going to do now? George Sheng asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Song Xi raised the corners of her lips: Make a wish and blow out the candles.

As soon as he finished speaking, George Sheng suddenly raised his chin and blew out most of the candles in one breath, and then blew out the rest in another breath.

The room suddenly became dark, and Song Xi's eyes widened slightly: Did you make a wish?

In the darkness, she couldn't see George Sheng's face, but she only heard from the opposite side: Praying in front of a cake is really not as good as going to a temple to worship. I don't believe in this.

Song Xi was so angry. Had all his romantic cells been swallowed up by the straight male cancer cells?

Instinctively showing a particularly contemptuous look, Song Xi rolled his eyes.

She was careless for a moment and forgot that George Sheng was a unique person with extremely strong night vision.

Three seconds later, George Sheng's low and dangerous voice came: Do you think I'm blind?

Song Xi glanced at him, and when he heard this, his heart suddenly skipped a beat, and his scalp became numb.

By now, she had somewhat adapted to the darkness, and could see George Sheng's figure opposite him, as well as the vague outline of his face. She actually had a look of ridicule and disdain in front of him.

It felt more embarrassing than being caught stealing.

Hanging his head with a guilty conscience, Song Xi whispered: I was wrong.

There is no greater good than knowing a mistake and being able to correct it. She has always had a good attitude towards admitting her mistakes.

George Sheng also convinced her, with such a good attitude in admitting his mistakes, what else could he say?

Turn on the lights. George Sheng said in the darkness.

oh.

Song Xi held the cake and turned to the left. She knew that the bedside lamp was on the left. Maybe because she was too sure, she didn't pay attention to her steps. As soon as she raised her foot, she tripped on George Sheng's foot. Her body stumbled, and as Song Xi A slight exclamation escaped from her throat, and the cake in her hand was thrown forward instinctively.

In the flash of lightning, George Sheng stretched out his arm and grabbed Song Xi's waist. Song Xi fell to the side and sat directly on George Sheng's lap. There was a 'pop' sound, and she didn't know where the cake was thrown. .