Tell you to turn backwards?

Wu Shifeng went to the living room of his house and brought the prepared gifts, and Meng Ze found an exquisite small box from the cabinet.

Wu Shifeng said distressedly, "Is there any special procedure for opening the gift first or lighting the candle first?"

After hesitating for a moment, he picked up the lighter and slid around on the heart-shaped candle, and the candle immediately ignited. Wu Shifeng pulled the corner of La Mengze's clothes and urged, "Make a wish quickly, make a wish quickly."

Meng Ze didn't make a gesture of making a wish, but just took out a small musical instrument that Wu Shifeng had never seen before from the box, and let him play it.

The tone is slow, like the sound of a music box, but not very cheerful.

The candle burned out, and Meng Ze's fingers stopped. Wu Shifeng, who didn't dare to disturb him just now, asked, "What are you playing? Don't you want to make a wish? It only happens once a year. It would be a pity to miss this opportunity to make a wish."

"Yes." Meng Ze said.

Wu Shifeng leaned forward to touch the small piano: "What kind of musical instrument is this? I've never seen it before."

"Kalimba."

"What's wrong with you?" Wu Shifeng continued to play dumb, "This piano is quite rare, no wonder I don't know much about it. When you played it to others, they probably didn't know what it was."

Meng Ze plucked the keys twice: "I haven't played it for anyone else. This is different from other instruments I learned to pretend to be. I really like it."

Wu Shifeng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly asked excitedly: "Haven't you played it for Xiao Zihan?"

"Why should I play it to him?" Meng Ze asked back.

Wu Shifeng stared at him, at first he still had innocent staring eyes, then he turned Meng Ze's face away and kissed him hard several times.

Meng Ze moved his head away with a look of disgust, and began to change the subject: "Do you mind if I open the present now?"

"You take it apart, you take it apart." Wu Shifeng happily cut the cake.

Meng Ze over there carefully unwrapped the gift box. Inside was a simulated cake made of non-woven fabric. The body of the cake was actually a box. When he opened it gently, he found that it was full of small animals made of different shapes of felt. All are exquisite.

Meng Ze picked up a kitten with black and gray stripes and played with it twice: "These...will take a long time to make?"

"It won't be long." Wu Shifeng shook his head, then looked at Meng Ze expectantly, "Do you like it?"

Meng Ze took a bite of the cake that Wu Shifeng had cut for him, and then replied in a low voice, "Yes."

The final exam was over in a hurry, Wu Shifeng and Wu Shilan were driven back to the countryside, Wu Qingying and his mother didn't care about the year because their salary was doubled during the Chinese New Year.

Wu Shifeng, who was forced to part with Meng Ze for a month, was very sad, and what was even more sad was that Meng Ze had something to do on the day he returned to the countryside, so he couldn't see him off.

As a result, Wu Shifeng felt empathy when he saw the poems of the ancient poets about lovesickness and not lovesickness recently.

Today is the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, the No.17 day of the holiday, and Wu Shifeng's birthday.

This year's day just happened to coincide with Valentine's Day, if Wu Shifeng's grandmother hadn't refused to let him go, he really wanted to go back to the county immediately to find Meng Ze.

Wu Shifeng, who had just finished eating longevity noodles, came to their backyard to cut zong leaves. This thing grows on a large soil slope. If one is not careful, one can easily roll down the slope onto the main road.

But this height can't kill anyone, so Wu Shifeng and his grandmother let him come with confidence.

"Missing your sun-not-set, looking forward to that horizon, you are tomorrow, mine..." Wu Shifeng sang the ringtone of his grandmother's cell phone impromptuly while cutting the rice dumpling leaves, but the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang After getting up, Wu Shifeng climbed up and found a big rock to sit on. Seeing that the caller was Meng Ze, he immediately stuck the scissors into the soil when he got excited.

"Shi Feng." Meng Ze's tone was calm, and compared to Wu Shifeng's excitement, he seemed particularly mature.

Wu Shifeng hugged the phone and smiled: "This is the first time you have called me since the holiday."

Before the exam, he whispered in Meng Ze's ear every day, for example: "My birthday is coming soon." "Does anyone else know that my birthday is February 2?" "Actually, I don't have anything special to want A gift haha."

Leaving aside the nonsense here, what Wu Shifeng meant was - you must remember my birthday.

It's a pity that Wu Shifeng held his mobile phone until twelve o'clock last night, did not see any birthday wishes from Meng Ze, and waited until three o'clock in the morning without giving up, but there was still no movement.

Wu Shifeng explained to Meng Ze in his heart: He must be studying hard, so he forgot, I will see the birthday greetings early tomorrow morning.

As it turned out, it was almost ten o'clock, and Meng Zecai finally called. The hopeless Wu Shifeng's "indifference and melancholy" was swept away, and he replied, "Ah, it's me. The weather is fine today. How's the weather up there with the sun?"

"It's okay." Meng Ze went straight to the topic, "Today is your birthday or Valentine's Day, right?"

In fact, he also remembered that today was Wu Shifeng's birthday, and Meng Ze had never seen Valentine's Day as a festival before, but when he just left, a row of shops below were shouting with loudspeakers.

Something like "Valentine's special offer" and "Valentine's Day, [-]% off sitewide" just reminded him.

"Ah, that's right." Wu Shifeng pretended to be reserved and rubbed the woolen trousers on his legs, "Actually, you don't have to send me any blessings, and you don't need to waste time choosing gifts..."

Meng Ze didn't know how long he was going to pretend to babble, so he quickly interrupted him: "I'm at the gate of your village, how can I get to your house?"

Wu Shifeng squeezed the phone and almost did a 360-degree backflip on the dirt slope to take off. His final voice trembled a little: "Really?"

He kept asking this question, but he already ran to the upstairs room, hurriedly changed out of wool trousers, changed into a visible coat, and rushed to the entrance of the village.

When approaching the entrance of the village, Wu Shifeng slowed down while arranging his wind-blown hair, pretending to be calm and walked over.

But those joyful footsteps still revealed his restlessness.

Meng Ze walked over slowly dragging a black suitcase, Meng Ze in Wu Shifeng's eyes automatically went through another layer of filters, and Meng Ze's gradually clear face fell on his heart, it was so beautiful things.

When approaching, Wu Shifeng still couldn't hold back, and rushed over to give Meng Ze a big hug, using too much force, as if to crush him in his arms.

Meng Ze patted him on the back: "Happy birthday."

Wu Shifeng carried Meng Ze's luggage up, and after greeting his grandmother, he took Meng Ze to the beach where he liked to go wild when he was a child.

"I heard that this beach will be filled in soon." Wu Shifeng bent down and picked up a piece of light blue sea glass, and put it in Meng Ze's hand, "Choose a few good-looking ones, and I'll wrap them up for you to decorate." Taste."

Meng Ze looked at this piece of sea glass polished into the shape of a pebble through the light. It has stayed in the sea for decades or even longer. Although it is still a piece of broken glass in essence, it does give people greater commemorative significance.

He didn't say a word, Wu Shifeng gave him a piece and he stuffed it into his pocket.

Wu Shifeng trotted all the way to the edge of the tide, and pointed out to Meng Ze that a lonely Pippi Shrimp was washed up and was still alive.

Wu Shifeng went over and grabbed it, jokingly said: "It's lucky, take it back and throw it in the hot pot."

Pippi Xiasheng bent his body unrepentantly.

Wu Shifeng amusedly threw it into a place where the sea was relatively deep, and pulled Meng Ze to sit down where there was this big rock: "When I was young, my children and my family liked to sneak here to dig a few earthworms. , with a fishing line and a hook, you can catch puffer fish."

"After catching it, blow into the mouth of the puffer fish, blow it into a ball, and then throw it back into the water. It's very interesting to see how it wants to swim but can't swim."

Meng Ze looked at Wu Shifeng in horror: "You and the pufferfish..."

"Kiss." Wu Shifeng said sadly, "I was ignorant at that time, I didn't expect my first kiss to be dedicated to puffer fish."

Meng Ze has been afraid of soft-bodied insects since he was a child. He would kill cockroaches and spiders without discrimination, but soft-bodied insects are not good. He has goose bumps when he sees them, especially earthworms. If he accidentally stepped on them on a rainy day, it would make him sick for a long time up.

So according to Wu Shifeng, he kissed the puffer fish that ate earthworms...

Meng Ze looked at Wu Shifeng who was getting closer and closer to him, but still felt a little shadowy in his heart, so he quickly confused him.

Wu Shifeng couldn't laugh or cry: "Isn't it just kissing a fish? You still despise me."

Meng Ze couldn't avoid Wu Shifeng's mouth for the time being, and immediately distanced himself from Wu Shifeng: "Don't come here."

When he said that, Wu Shifeng became playful instead, the more Meng Ze dodged, the more happily Wu Shifeng chased after him.

In the end, both of them were tired from running, so they had to sit back on the rock.

Wu Shifeng grabbed a thin tile and threw it towards the sea. The tile bounced four times in total.

"This is called 'floating on water'." Wu Shifeng picked up another tile of a moderate size and gave it to Meng Ze. "Let's play a game, that is, we will compete. If you throw it far, you will kiss me as many times as I throw it; If you throw it far, I will kiss you as many times as I throw it, how about it?"

"roll."

Wu Shifeng had a look of "Obviously I'm the loser" and said, "Well then, it doesn't matter if you win or lose, just kiss me."

Meng Ze: "..."

How can a person be so shameless?

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Thank you reader "Jie", irrigation nutrient solution +1~

Thank you reader "xuelinpei", irrigation nutrient solution +1~

According to the detailed outline, there will be a broken tricycle in the next chapter or the next chapter, and I am here to advertise it, but please don’t expect anything, my driving skills can’t even pass the written test (hehe.)