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Gong Jiang stood on the balcony and opened a bottle of beer. Since he was forced to quit drinking, there were only two pitiful bottles of beer in the refrigerator—two bottles a month, and his one bottle was half a month's savings.

But he is willing to spend this half month's savings.

With the wind of spring, like a girl's hand gently stroking her cheeks, calling out the green breath, after Gong Jiang came home, she stayed here, closed her eyes slightly, and enjoyed the relaxed and happy atmosphere.

He took a sip of wine and looked at the blue sky that seemed to be washed by water. For the first time, he realized that the sky was clear blue, the clouds were clean white, and the world in his eyes was so colorful.

He smiled, and as soon as the corners of his mouth curved up, it curved higher and higher, and then it reverberated like a dull bell from his heart, and it circled around his body, finally broke through his throat, and spoke boldly and unrestrainedly. , forming monstrous waves, laughing loudly with ups and downs.

With this laugh, it was as if the haze that had accumulated for many years was swept away by the strong wind in an instant, as if a blocked stream suddenly burst into the river, and it was as if the cloud and mist had been pushed away by a thunderstorm that had been gloomy for many days and saw the dawn.Every cell in his body was jumping with notes of joy, resonating with the excitement in his heart, a passionate and brisk movement.

He was very happy, so happy that he even had the illusion of entering heaven.

The sound of the shutter of the SLR still echoes in his ears, and he can still see the dazzling silver light of the visor when he closes his eyes.The long-lost voice and the equipment that he hasn't touched for a long time awakened his camera sense that had been sleeping for many years, so he forgot that he was a stand-in, forgot the unbearable look on his face, and immersed himself in the illusion brought by the camera.

He smirked like a lunatic, and after 5 minutes, the laughter seemed to be cut off suddenly, and it stopped abruptly.

Reality once again showed him the cruel magic power. He remembered sadly that he was just a stand-in, and only his empty skin was printed in the magazine. What's more sad, no one knew that this skin was not Feng Ying, but him.

He took a sip of wine, closed his eyes and opened them again, the world changed color again.The sky is gloomy blue, the clouds are dazzling white, and the world in my eyes is only monotonous black, white and gray.

He suddenly regretted drinking half a month's savings so quickly.

There were less than three sips left in the beer can, so he put down the beer, walked back to the hall dejectedly, and put it in the refrigerator.

Feng Ying looked at him deeply, and the cold air from the refrigerator was released, spreading from the soles of his feet to his heart: "Aren't you going to finish your drink?"

"No," Gong Jiang closed the refrigerator, turned her head and smiled, "I'll drink it on the night of the 4th."

This smile precipitated the intractable pain and pain, and gave birth to a sky full of loneliness.

On the 4th, it was the day before the March issue of "Shang Zuo" was released.

He needs wine, vigorously anesthetized, and happily drunk.

On the night of the 4th, he still avoided reality and invited his brothers to have dinner.Feng Ying wanted to go too, but Gong Jiang didn't agree, he didn't want his decadent appearance to be seen by Feng Ying, so they were one on this side and the other on the other side.

Gong Jiang brought two cans of beer in the refrigerator and drank them sadly. However, the reality is a cruel thing. It can make every blood flow in you awake when you need anesthesia.

Gong Jianghai's capacity for alcohol can't satisfy her drunkenness, every nerve is active, reminding him that tomorrow is the release day, he must keep his eyes open and endure the difficult ten hours.

"Brother Gong, come, let's drink baijiu." Wen Zheng couldn't stand it anymore, asked the waiter to bring a bottle of Moutai, and grandly opened it in front of Gong Jiang.

Gong Jiang snatched the Moutai and stuffed it back into the waiter's hand: "Quit alcohol, don't drink." The short four words also sentenced them to death that they could not drink.

Wen Zheng blushed with anxiety: "Brother Gong, if you are unhappy, you can tell your brothers. It's not a problem if you don't talk about it and don't drink."

"Say a fart," Gong Jiang shook the empty beer can, caught the last drop with a spoon, and put it greedily into her mouth, "Just chat with me."

"Brother Gong, let's have a drink, freshly squeezed purple potato juice, to nourish the stomach." Sheng Ming helped Gong Jiang dispose of the beer can, and poured a glass full of purple potato juice.

The thick liquid showed a gloomy purple color, just like Gong Jiang's mood at the moment, covered with dark clouds.

Gong Jiang drank one cup after another without saying a word, and the brothers became neglected decorations, it was not right to talk to him, and it was not right to ignore him.

Suddenly, with a "plop", Gong Jiang fell down on the table as if she was drunk, her eyelids struggled to lift, but she couldn't resist closing them.

"Tomorrow the goods will be available at six o'clock, remember to go to the newsstand to buy... magazines..." These were the last words he said before he closed his eyes. Even if he fell asleep, he had to remind himself to remember tomorrow's release.

Gong Jiang has entered a long dreamland, where he let go of all restraints and roams freely in the ocean of fantasy.He imagined that when the alarm clock rang, he rushed to the newsstand to buy the freshest and hottest magazines, holding them heavily and carefully, and then he saw the cover of the magazine...

The disturbing sound of the alarm clock dragged him out of the dream, and he jumped up as if he had been electrocuted. When he saw it, it was dawn.He clearly set the alarm clock at 05:30 yesterday, why did it only ring at this time?

The alarm clock continued to sound dissatisfied with being ignored, Gong Jiang shuddered, and habitually touched the bedside, but did not touch the phone, and found it on the bedside table after a long time.

The moment his fingertip touched the phone, it scratched the plastic paper underneath, as if it had been lightly scratched on his heart, leaving a series of touch marks.

Gong Jiang's fingertips froze.

The magazine pressed under the mobile phone caught the eye sockets. The magazine was so new that there was no wrinkle in the plastic outer packaging. The most eye-catching first part was printed with beautiful art fonts - "Shang Zuo".

The phone screen comically shows the current time: 10:03a.m.

The 05:30 alarm clock didn't go off, someone quietly turned off his alarm clock, and then bought him the magazine he was obsessed with.

The mobile phone just blocked the face of the model in the magazine, Gong Jiang looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar "self", the posture and figure were her own, but what about the face?

As long as you remove the phone, you can see the face, but the courage flows from the fingertips in an instant, and it is gone.

Look, let's face it, this isn't the first time, nor will it be the last, that at least half of him has been left in the magazine.

Yes, nothing special, just a glance, not afraid of a knife, but afraid of a glance?

He closed his eyes in pain, his chest heaved a few times, he touched the phone tremblingly, took a deep breath, and suddenly took it away——

In an instant, his soul froze with every drop of blood.

There is no face change, no PS marks, it is real, every part is him, even the scar is clearly across the face.

The din of the alarm clock just stopped, and the room fell into silence, so quiet that the beating of the heart in the chest could almost be heard.

Gong Jiang couldn't believe it and held the magazine to the place closest to her eyes, her pupils were firmly focused on her face, it was really him, not someone else, it was him, the complete him.

The softest part of my heart was deeply touched.

——"I wish I could be on the cover again, and walk the catwalk again, no, no, as long as I can be on the cover again, I'm satisfied, just once..."

This was a dream he could soberly utter even when he was drunk.The dream that has lost its wings can no longer fly. He never thought that one day, someone would pick up his injured wings and take him soaring together.

"Hehe," he involuntarily covered his eyelids, "what are you doing..." He wanted to laugh, wanted to laugh wantonly, but the smile froze on his lips when he saw everything around him clearly.

"Happy birthday to Xiao Jiang, grow up fast, and become the godfather of fashion soon!"

"Brother Gong, I wish you a happy birthday! Don't forget the brothers when you have a drink in the future!"

"Brother Gong, you will always be our eldest brother, happy birthday!"

……

Thousands of words are frozen on each card, and the desk is covered with various gifts like a fairy tale, and the greeting cards are pasted on the gifts.

Most of his brothers are rough men of three to five years old, but now they are like girls, in order to prepare gifts for him, they carefully select and put all carefully prepared gifts in front of him to please him.What lighters, tea sets, and even children's gadgets such as Transformers models were brought. They were obviously ridiculously ridiculous gifts, but Gong Jiang didn't smile at all.

Among the gifts gathered together, a glass bottle filled with paper cranes was the most conspicuous. Gong Jiang tremblingly opened the glass bottle and took out the paper cranes, only to see the familiar word "Gong Jiang" written on the wings of each paper crane. , seems to give some meaning.The inside of the paper crane is filled with densely packed characters, each stroke expressing the care and tenderness of the author.

"You made me a cake today. It was the first time I ate such a delicious cake. I was very happy. November 2017, 11."

"I saw a shooting star tonight, and I made a big wish for it. I hope your dreams will come true and you will be happy forever. December 2017, 12"

……

The strong friendship permeates between the lines, and every ink is deeply imprinted on the heart.

Is today his birthday?He took out his ID card in a trance, stared at the date of birth on it, and stared blankly for a long, long time.

March 3th, March 5th...

The calendar on the phone also shows this day.

It turned out that today is his birthday.

He never had a birthday, never had a birthday cake, and never told his brothers about it.

Birthday is the first day of brushing shoulders with death. He never wants to remember it, and his mother will not remember it for him. Even the birthday in his household registration book is made up, until he grows up and entrusts his brother to go. Only after I checked, did I know my real birthday.

The birthday that no one remembers is remembered by others, and the days that have never been lived are blessed. This kind of touch, this kind of heart, even the vows of eternal love between lovers, can't match the "thank you" in my heart.

For the first time, he felt the happiness of being cared and loved by others.

Hot moisture rose from the eye sockets, Gong Jiang raised her head to look at the ceiling, and clenched her fists tightly.

Don't cry, Gong Jiang, you can't cry, don't cry!

However, the glass bottle in his palm was as hot as fire, which made his fragile soul burn, and his tears were about to burst.

His humble dream came true, and he lived his first birthday in 25 years. He felt deeply, deeply, that he was loved by others, that he was not a child that his parents didn't want, and that there was nothing left in this world. There are people who love him.

He slumped and slumped on the ground, leaned against the bed, covered his eyelids, and laughed loudly with difficulty. The bitter laughter echoed lonely in the room, like the continuous sound of a piano winding around a beam. However, the laughter became more and more bitter, more and more Weaker and weaker, and then turned into crying one after another.

He was like a child who suddenly found his parents, crying loudly, expressing his inner rich emotions, touching and thankful with his crying.

Ever since he left home, he never allowed himself to shed a single tear. He endured so many years of grief and pain, and pretended to be strong for so long, all of which collapsed in an instant and turned into ashes.

He cried heart-rendingly, cried heart-breakingly, his smile faded away, his tears dried up, leaving only unspeakable pain.

He didn't know when he was crying, the sun rustled on his shoulders, sprinkled the warmth of the room, he opened his eyes in the warmth, looked up at the ceiling, put back the tears in his eyes, and then held the quilt The crumpled magazine opened the door.

"Bang! Clap!"

Colorful ribbons exploded before his eyes, and the clumsy birthday song rang in his ears.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."

With applause and singing, a cake filled with candles was held in front of one person. The double-layered chocolate cake was covered with a rich chocolate color, exuding the fragrance of chocolate mixed with fresh pastries. In the center of the cake, white cream Clearly branded a few big characters: "I wish Xiaojiang (Ge Gong) a happy birthday and dreams come true." There were 25 candles, not a single one, firmly inserted on the cake like flags. The faint light of the fire was reflected on the face of Feng Ying who was holding the cake. His smile was as bright as the morning sun, illuminating his cold soul.

Feng Ying, Wen Zheng, Sheng Ming... his family, his brothers are all here, clumsily clapping and singing crappy birthday songs, and carefully presenting their hearts to him.

The corners of Gong Jiang's mouth slowly rose until it was high enough to be called a smile, and then hugged everyone affectionately.

"Thank you."

There is no need to say any provocative words, just the simplest thanks.

This was the happiest time in the second half of Gong Jiang's life. Until many years later, he still remembered every word he said at this birthday party, where each brother was sitting, what kind of clothes they were wearing, and How many surprises did Feng Ying prepare for him.

"Xiao Jiang, here you are, happy birthday."

The noisy birthday party came to an end temporarily. The brothers were finally able to drink because of the ban on Feng Ying. They were so happy that they almost knelt down and shouted "Thank you, Lord Ron". Finally, there is no longer only the monotonous sound of the range hood, but also the voice of the people.

Gong Jiang's heart was injected with warm currents one after another, and when she was pulled to the balcony by Feng Ying to receive the gift from him, the warm current merged into a surging ocean, constantly impacting every inch of her heart.

In the palm lay a small figure made of clay, about one finger long, with exquisite workmanship, every detail was exquisite and flawless, even the pattern of a button was meticulously made, the villain rubbed his stomach funnyly, raised his head and shook his head. Yawning, with a hair sticking up at the end of her hair, this sloppy appearance and appearance are like a miniature version of Xiao Fengying.

Gong Jiang picked up Xiaofeng and looked at it carefully: "Where did you make it? It's really good."

"Oh, thank you Xiao Jiang for the compliment."

Gong Jiang choked on her saliva: "...you did this?"

"That's right," Feng Ying is not proud, "It's so troublesome to pinch in front of the mirror and photos, and you have to sneak around without being seen by you, ah, I'm so lazy, I won't pinch in the future, just pinch this one, So you must take good care of it, and don’t let my little one get hurt.”

Gong Jiang's palm suddenly became hot, and he cautiously let go of his fingertips, for fear that Xiao Fengying would shatter into pieces with a light pinch.

"Give me your key." After getting Gong Jiang's key, Feng Ying put Xiao Fengying's lanyard through the key ring, "Okay, I will follow you from now on, you can see me when you go home and open the door , I will be where your home is, and I will follow you all my life."

Gong Jiang opened her lips, wanting to educate him in an adult tone, but the organized words stopped abruptly in her throat.say what?Does it mean that everyone will get married and leave the family in the future, or are they just strangers with the same disease and no blood relationship?

How can he say this situation.

Feng Ying took his hand and solemnly handed something into his hand: "Now it's your turn, here you are Xiao Jiang, you have to tie you to my key so that I can see it when I get home. it's your turn."

In the palm lay a little clay figurine, lifelike, as if it was a reprint of Gong Jiang herself, the movements and postures were exactly the same as the Gong Jiang on the outer cover, even the pattern of a button was exactly the same.

Gong Jiang was taken aback. Compared with Xiao Fengying, Xiao Gong Jiang obviously worked more carefully and carefully.

"You made two?"

"Yes, you should have given me a small salary, but I was afraid that you would make me ugly, so I did it for you. Should you thank me?"

"Sense..." Gong Jiang choked on her saliva, why did it feel like he was begging for a salary to welcome a villain, "I uh, um, thank you." Forget it, don't worry about it so much up.

"Oh, you're welcome," Feng Ying urged, "Help me hang it up."

Gong Jiang sighed, carefully put the lanyard through the key ring, and tied the mini version of herself to Feng Ying's key.The fingertips trembled involuntarily, and suddenly, an illusion of being tied to Feng Ying's body for the rest of his life arose from his chest, and then the illusion magnified infinitely, causing a series of uncontrollable reactions, asking him something that he would not normally say.

Gong Jiang asked Feng Ying: "How did I come back last night?"

"Ah, I carried you back."

"You carry me?"

"Yeah, you're in a bad mood. I'll tell them to let you sleep quickly. Only when you fall asleep can I carry you back."

Gong Jiang's eyelids twitched: "Let me sleep?" With that said, he somehow fell asleep last night, could it be... "Did you move your hands and feet?"

"No," Feng Ying admitted honestly, "I just said that you haven't been sleeping well recently, and I just asked them to prepare some sleeping pills for you."

"..." Gong Jiang couldn't help pinching Feng Ying's face, gritted her teeth and said, "So it's because you set my alarm clock that didn't go off today?"

Feng Ying said indifferently: "Yes, you have been very busy and tired recently, you need to rest more, otherwise I will take care of you when you fall ill, which is very troublesome."

"Then," Gong Jiang took a deep breath, and said slowly, "What about the outer seal?"

"Oh," Feng Ying said, "It's because they saw that my face doesn't look good, so they used yours."

Gong Jiang gave him a disdainful look: "You think I'll believe you? Tell me, did you have an affair with someone from the magazine?"

"No," Feng Ying blinked, with an innocent look on his face, "Will they listen to my little bean sprouts? It's because the magazine has a vision, and because of your talent, you have this opportunity. This is you. Winning has nothing to do with me."

Yeah, they won't listen, but what if it's well planned?

Gong Jiang silently lifted the bed board and pulled out the box of magazines. Although the stack of magazines was neatly arranged, he could still see traces of being moved. Obviously, the reason why he was favored by the magazine We already have the answer—Feng Ying let the magazine see his past glory.

Gong Jiang's fingertips trembled slightly as she touched the magazine. It was all lies that she couldn't recognize who the model in the magazine was, and that the magazine was interested in his talent.

wonderful lie.

Feng Ying, Feng Ying, how many surprises do you want to give me, how much do you want to move me?

Feng Ying cautiously poked his head over, and asked him seriously: "Xiao Jiang, I'm serious, people have taken a fancy to your talent, don't you believe me?"

letter?

How can he believe it?

If it hadn't been planned long ago, how could it be such a coincidence to give him a dream-fulfilling gift on his birthday.

Perhaps since he saw the birthday on his ID card, he had a plan buried in his heart, so he took advantage of the good luck of changing models to let him show himself in front of the audience, and then together with the people from the magazine, he set up a deception .

Her heart seemed to be scratched gently by a feather, leaving an indescribable touch, Gong Jiang's heart shrank, and she couldn't help asking: "Why are you so good to me?"

"Because you need me."

——"Big Brother, why did you risk your life to save me?"

——"Does this even matter? Of course it's because you need me!"

The voice of memory suddenly rang in her ears, Gong Jiang looked at the big boy in front of her, his handsome face seemed to overlap with the small face in the past.

Gong Jiang's heart tightened: "Feng Ying, have we met before..."

The author has something to say:

Feng Ying: "Happy birthday to Xiaojiang! Oh, and by the way, I wish you all a merry Christmas. You have to eat well to survive the winter."