Tell you to turn backwards?

Seeing that Wu Shifeng was about to fall down, Meng Ze didn't have time to hesitate, he took two steps forward and supported Wu Shifeng's back. Because of the sudden weight, Meng Ze took two steps back, but fortunately he stood still.

Wu Shifeng hadn't recovered from the fright yet, so he could still sneak into Meng Ze's arms with a shy face.

Meng Ze couldn't help but laugh: "Stop making trouble, do you want to go home or fall into the puddle?"

"Is there any other choice? For example, your bosom..." Wu Shifeng was pushed up by Meng Ze, only to hear the man behind say: "Get out."

Then he walked down the steps: "I'm leaving."

Wu Shifeng waved at him: "Be careful on the road, remember to call me when you get home."

Why does he often hear this set of words?It seems that Wu Shifeng, who had said this to many little girls, was gouged out by Meng Ze, and he kept giggling for some reason.

Meng Ze ignored him. He was afraid that if he answered him again, he would be able to chat for another five yuan, so he drove away by himself.

Days passed, and the final exam fell on No. [-] Middle School, a school where teachers and students lived the same way, and it was the season of turning koi carp and praying to gods several times a year.

And Meng Ze's photo was mixed with a bunch of teacher's emoticons, and a line of words was posted: Duan Yi protects you, and you will not pass all subjects.

There was another picture that Wu Shifeng saw, and he thought it was quite funny. On it, a black villain pushed all the books away, and then quickly picked them up, muttering: Meng Ze must like educated girls, I must study hard.

Some little girls even printed out the photo of Meng Ze who was secretly taken at some time, and pasted it on their bookends, trying to motivate themselves, so that they can be crazy if they have nothing to do.

Another tense week.

Wu Shifeng had nothing to be nervous about, anyway, no matter which examination room he was assigned to, Meng Ze would send the answers in time.It doesn't matter if it's too late, his software for shooting questions is still around the corner.

Not to mention Meng Ze, the more the exams, the more leisurely he is. He would bring a Bluetooth headset in class, and he should play with his mobile phone and read books.

Occasionally, I look up at the blackboard for my face, and I can fall asleep after listening to it for a long time.

Just the weekend before the exam where everyone else was cramming, Meng Ze's birthday came.

Wu Shifeng wrote several pages of "Proposals on Baby's Birthday Plan" on the homework paper. Because each one was too exaggerated, Meng Ze rejected them one by one.

When Wu Shifeng was thinking hard about Wu Shifeng's birthday unilaterally, Meng Ze asked him suddenly: "Did you think the sushi last time was delicious?"

"It's delicious, what's the matter?" Wu Shifeng said, "If you like it, then I'll bring you that on your birthday."

Meng Ze: "I'm asking you, if you like it, I can make it for you."

He has always had no expectations for his birthday, and he has never been able to figure out what the commemorative significance of this kind of festival is. Is it a grand celebration that he is one step closer to the cremation furnace?

It wasn't until I saw Wu Shifeng was having a hard time worrying about such a trivial matter that I began to understand——

The holiday itself is meaningless, it's worth enjoying when you discover that someone really cares about you.There is such a person who even holds you on the tip of his heart.

To put it simply, it is like the four words Meng Ze wrote to Wu Shifeng in his diary: You are meaning.

Wu Shifeng's smile seemed to be delayed, and it seemed a bit artificial: "Really?"

"I don't want to go out for my birthday, so let's make a meal at home." Meng Ze just said that he wanted to make sushi for Wu Shifeng, and now he regrets it a bit. It's too troublesome to prepare the materials, and he doesn't need that little money. Why don't we order takeaway It's really coming, "Why don't you order takeaway, what do you want to eat?"

Wu Shifeng was very firm: "No, I want to watch you make sushi."

After finishing speaking, he began to laugh happily: "Eat the sushi made by my boyfriend...Baby, is it my birthday or your birthday? Do you want to kill me happily?"

Meng Ze: "..."

So on the day of Meng Ze's birthday, I had to get up early, bought all the ingredients written on the note on my phone yesterday, and went back to bed for a good night's sleep.

It was already 03:30 when he woke up, and it was Wu Shifeng who called and said that he was already at the door, and Meng Ze got up from the bed with great difficulty.

It's really cold today.

The south is different from the north. The outdoor temperature in the north is lower, but fortunately, there is heating indoors, so it is not too cold at home.

But the south is different. The indoors are not as warm as the places where the sun shines outside, and the cold is not too cold.

When Wu Shifeng came in, his whole body was wrapped in a circle of cold air. He didn't dare to make any big moves. At this time, as long as he walked past others quickly, the people next to him would be swept away by the cold wind.

He breathed out on his hands, rubbed them vigorously, and tried to cover the heat before he dared to touch Meng Ze's hands.

He winked at Meng Ze, meaning to ask him: Is your grandma at home?

"Inside." Meng Ze clasped Wu Shifeng's hand tightly while answering, "It's okay, and it's not some shameful behavior."

Meng Ze found that he had some vengeful mentality. He didn't have any psychological burden for him to fall in love with a man, and he was not afraid of anyone scolding him. The worldly view was bullshit to him.

Now at this time, he hoped that Wei Yuping would find out what he had done, and that her grandson and her son were both "assholes".

This will make her clear that her connivance to her son in the past and her disregard for the facts after the absurd incident happened are also the murder weapon in Meng Jianmin's hands?

Meng Ze suddenly laughed at himself, what a naive idea, a person who is good at closing his eyes and pretending to be blind can only see what she wants to see.

Wu Shifeng looked through the ingredients Meng Ze bought excitedly, and they looked delicious, but Meng Ze himself didn't look like someone who could make delicious food, so Wu Shifeng panicked instinctively: "Can you do it? No, I'm here to help..."

Meng Ze scooped the cooked white rice into a bowl and poured sushi vinegar on it: "You look down on me?"

Meng Ze has dabbled in any skills that can be pretended to be, but he can't cook ordinary dishes, and he can cook some high-end dishes.

"I said something wrong, and I didn't look down on it. Everything Meng Ze cooks is the most delicious in the world." Wu Shifeng watched him handle the ingredients in a leisurely manner, and felt that watching a good-looking person cook was also a kind of enjoyment , this kind of sunny afternoon, which is rare and warm, has a particularly imaginative atmosphere.

Wu Shifeng saw that he had put on an ugly apron, and thought: If he could live with him for the rest of his life, he would die without regret.

He has never had this kind of thought. The metabolism of love in the past is too fast, and the good feelings yesterday can be metabolized today. He never thought about spending his life with someone.

Falling in love seems to be just a form of proving that you are popular and not lonely.

When Meng Ze came over to get the cheese, Wu Shifeng took the opportunity to wrap his arms around his waist and didn't let go: "I made this gift myself, do you have any expectations?"

Meng Ze turned his head and glanced at him, Wu Shifeng said to himself: "I know you must have one, and I painted the cake myself, um...it's a bit ugly, you can't dislike me."

"I don't dislike you." Meng Ze struggled to free his hands and walked to the kitchen, where he had already started making sushi.

Wu Shifeng felt bored while sitting, so he also followed, swaying behind Meng Ze, seeing Meng Ze made the first sushi, he said coquettishly: "Meng Ze, I'm hungry."

Meng Ze pushed the plate aside: "Wash your hands and take it by yourself."

"No, it's too cold to wash your hands." Wu Shifeng rushed over, "Feed me."

He didn't speak loudly, but he was still at Meng Ze's house. Such a shameless act could be said to be very bold.

"Get lost." That's what Meng Ze said, and he still fed the first piece of sushi into Wu Shifeng's mouth.

Wu Shifeng chewed it with full enjoyment, and in the process, he did not forget to give a thumbs up: "The most delicious food in the world, plus it was fed by Chef Meng himself, plus a level, the universe is invincible and delicious!"

It's delicious, it's more amazing than Wu Shifeng expected, and it's almost the same as what Qian Chen made.

"Why is my boyfriend so good?" Wu Shifeng stood upright next to Meng Ze, and then secretly kissed his chin on the side of his face in a very upright manner, with a clear outline, "How can you know everything?"

Meng Ze made another piece of sushi, and quickly stuffed it into his mouth: "Shut up, you're so annoying."

Wu Shifeng was messing around like this, and in the end he fed himself and Meng Ze before the materials were used up.

Wu Shifeng opened the door and took the cake, and put it on the table with great interest: "Don't do it anymore, save some room for the cake."

"I can still make a few more. It's useless to keep these ingredients until I finish them." Meng Ze sealed the remaining sushi with plastic wrap, cleaned the tools and put them away before taking off his apron to wash his hands.

Wu Shifeng couldn't wait to take apart the cake. Wei Yuping came out to take a look. She was a little surprised when she saw Wu Shifeng and him holding the cake, and said in dialect: "Ah Ze, don't you love birthdays? Grandma I also want to come out and cook a bowl of longevity noodles for you."

"No need." Meng Ze said, "I don't need to cook my rice today."

Wei Yuping didn't speak any more, turned around and went back to her room.

Wu Shifeng opened the cake, and clumsily inserted the candles into a heart shape like a child.On the top of this cake is a big longevity peach, with two lines written crookedly beside it:

To: Mengze baby.

May your life be like a Nanshan stone.

"Do you think it's romantic to write 'Shoubi Nanshan' in a more complicated way?" Meng Ze looked at him lightly, even though he didn't care much about these things, but Wu Shifeng's aesthetics is really... comparable to that of an 80-year-old man. uncle.

Who would give their partner a birthday peach cake in high school?

"What the hell do you mean?" Wu Shifeng was quite surprised, "I thought I wished your life to be as tough as a rock..."

Meng Ze was really helpless: "Wish me a hard life?"

Wu Shifeng quickly explained: "No, no, no, I was wrong, I shouldn't have written this sentence."

Meng Ze wanted to comfort him, but he couldn't find anything to praise him for, so he had no choice but to praise the birthday peach on the cake: "This birthday peach is beautifully made."

"That's because the boss couldn't stand it anymore, so he helped me..." Wu Shifeng said dejectedly.

Meng Ze: "..."

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