Luggage Syndrome

Summer mornings always start extra early.

Just after six o'clock, the morning sun can't wait to penetrate the curtains with no blackout function, waking up the light sleepers on the bed.

Lying on the hard bed in the dormitory, Liang Yicheng stared blankly at the ceiling in the middle of the night, and finally got tired of looking at it. He raised his phone, and the reminders on the calendar dutifully popped out immediately.

This is the sixth day after he quarreled with Fu Lang.

It was the third day of Fu Lang's vacation.

It's also... Fu Lang's birthday.

This is the reason why he insisted on letting Fu Lang take a vacation in mid-July, a time when there is no ups and downs.

It's a pity that he had calculated thousands of times at that time, and he didn't calculate that he would quarrel with Fu Lang.

Except that Fu Lang sent a message on the night of the quarrel asking him if he was home and he ignored it, Fu Lang didn't say a word for the whole six days.

Liang Yicheng was staring fiercely at Fu Lang's WeChat profile picture of a white cat when his phone rang suddenly.

Liang Yicheng sat up straight like a carp, getting up too fast made him dizzy, his heart was beating wildly, and he looked carefully, but found that it was an unfamiliar call.

"Hey?"

"Hello! This is the Happy Cake Shop. The cake you ordered is ready. When will you come to pick it up?"

Liang Yicheng, who was not happy at all, became angry when his expectations fell through: "What's wrong with you? It's only before seven o'clock! You just asked someone else to fetch the cake?"

"I'm sorry, but when you ordered the cake one and a half months ago, you told me that the cake must be made on the same day. The sooner the better, you have to write it yourself, and let us notify you immediately. Our cake master I went to work at 05:30, and I made the first order for you, and we guarantee that all the cakes will be made on the same day..."

"All right, all right," Liang Yicheng scratched his head irritably, "I'll go when I wake up in the afternoon, and don't call again."

"Okay dear, thank you, please don't forget to give us a five-star praise—"

Liang Yicheng hung up the phone without saying a word, and fell back heavily on the bed.

He forgot he had ordered a cake.

That day, Liang Yicheng saw Fu Lang's file by accident and learned of his birthday, and immediately picked up a cake with great interest to celebrate him, but was mercilessly poured cold water by the little nurse who looked on coldly.

The little nurse said that on Fu Lang’s birthday one year, Corey’s colleagues thought about organizing a birthday party for him. I left early, so I didn't disappoint, and no one dared to mention celebrating his birthday after that.

Liang Yicheng thought gloatingly at the time, because he wasn't the one who wanted to celebrate Fu Lang's birthday.

But now.

It's Fu Lang's birthday, do you still want to see him?

Liang Yicheng lay quietly on the bed.

Opening his eyes, the yellow ceiling made him anxious.

Closing his eyes, the hard wooden bed on his back made him uncomfortable.

He sighed and finally sat up slowly.

Even though he left the door after six o'clock in the morning, Liang Yicheng insisted on delaying to pick up the cake until six o'clock in the evening.

If it wasn't for the cake shop urging him to go quickly after get off work, I'm afraid he would still be entangled for a long time.

Even though he was standing in front of Fu Lang's house with the cake in his arms, he was still hesitating.

The sensor lights in the corridor slowly went out because there was no movement for a long time.

In the darkness, Liang Yicheng was still thinking.

Does Fu Lang really love him?

No matter how he thought, he couldn't give himself a definite answer.

Because a man like Fu Lang would not easily express the feelings hidden in his heart.

The only time I was honest was when I responded to his confession.

"Liang Yicheng, I like you, this is my sincere words. But, I am not as good as you imagined."

"I don't know if I can be a qualified lover. But, I will work hard. I may fail many, many times. But I promise you, as long as you don't give up on me, I will continue to work hard..."

"I know I'm selfish and arrogant..."

"I am like this, do you still want to be with me?"

"I would like to..."

Liang Yicheng's voice was very soft, but the sensor light still picked up his voice sensitively, and it was as bright as day again in an instant.

He stood there in a daze for a while, and the look in Fu Lang's eyes at that time was lingering in his mind.

He lowered his head, glanced at the heavy cake in his hand, finally gritted his teeth, and slammed his head on the doorbell.

"Ding-dong-ding-dong-"

The doorbell rang for a long time, so long that Liang Yicheng felt that Fu Lang was not at home, and the door finally opened.

Fu Lang looked haggard, but his face was not pale, on the contrary, it was still slightly red.

After seeing the person standing outside the door clearly, those half-closed peach blossom eyes suddenly widened.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and Liang Yicheng saw Fu Lang frowning slowly.

Liang Yicheng immediately stood ready, as long as Fu Lang told him to go home, he would smash the cake on Fu Lang's face and never looked back.

Fu Lang didn't speak, and slowly backed away from the door.

After he entered the entrance and closed the door, Fu Lang stood in the middle of the corridor and asked in a low voice, "Why did you ring the doorbell?"

When Fu Lang was speaking, Liang Yicheng smelled a faint smell of alcohol.

Liang Yicheng had never seen Fu Lang drinking, so he didn't realize it for a while.Seeing Fu Lang's attitude of refusing to give way without answering, he thought he was looking for trouble, rolled his eyes, and asked, "Do you think I still have a third hand to open the door?"

Fu Lang's expression was a little dazed, he looked carefully at Liang Yicheng's hand holding the cake box for a long time, and shook his head.After a few seconds, he nodded as if waking up from a dream, his frown loosened, and he slowly made way for the road, and strode back to the living room.

Fu Lang's steps were steady, but he turned a blind eye to the little white cat who ran out to meet Liang Yicheng.

"Hey! Be careful!"

Although Liang Yicheng reminded him in time, Fu Lang tried his best to lift his foot, but he still stepped on the tip of its tail clumsily.

"Meow!!!"

The little white cat howled angrily, but it didn't dare to catch Fu Lang, so it ran away with its tail between its legs.

Liang Yicheng finally realized that there seemed to be something wrong with Fu Lang.

Liang Yicheng carefully placed the cake on the small table in the living room, then bypassed Fu Lang who was sitting on the big sofa in the middle, and sat on the single sofa beside him.

Fu Lang didn't look at the box on the table, but looked at him without blinking.

Those peach blossom eyes were a little moist, as if there was a puddle of water in them.

Liang Yicheng felt that today Fu Lang's gaze was extraordinarily hot, but his expression was as usual, calm, without any disturbance.Only that handsome face was dyed a light red, like a first-ripe peach, which gave him the urge to pounce on it and take a bite.

Liang Yicheng quickly took a deep breath, restrained himself, and asked:

"Are you drinking too much?"

Fu Lang thought for a while, then seriously replied: "I drank two cans of beer, not much."

Liang Yicheng nodded, looked left and right, the curtains in the living room were drawn tightly, and only a small white light was on.Under the bleak white light, the whole room looked clear and cold, and it really didn't have the atmosphere that a birthday person's home should have.

Liang Yicheng couldn't help asking, "Did you go out today?"

Fu Lang shook his head.

"Brother Tudou didn't come to accompany you?"

Fu Lang shook his head again, with a confused expression on his face.

Liang Yicheng panicked a little.

If today wasn't Fu Lang's birthday, it would be really embarrassing.He quickly asked, "Isn't today your birthday? July NO.11? Seveneleven?"

Fu Lang's eyes gradually dimmed, and after a long silence, he said, "Yes."

Liang Yicheng breathed a sigh of relief, quickly opened the cake box, and said:

"Happy birthday."

The author says:

Want to know Lango's reaction?Give me back your knives first! o('^')o