bundled into reality

At around three o'clock in the afternoon the next day, Yan Ke slipped out of the practice room. He first bought a bunch of things to decorate the room, then went to the supermarket to buy a lot of Lu Xuan's favorite dishes and cakes, and hurried home to prepare.

The first thing to do was to play balloons. Yan Ke was sitting in the middle of the living room, with colorful balloons scattered all over the floor, and finally remembered that he forgot to buy air guns. Using the most clumsy old method, when blowing one by one and sticking them together, half of the mouth is numb.

Then there are colored lights and candles, which wrap a large circle along the corner line of the living room, and then wrap around the large French windows, covering all the corners and corners.He turned off the headlights and tried to turn them on, and the pentagram was champagne-colored with some pale pink hearts in the middle, a bit tacky, a bit romantic.

Yan Ke rubbed his sore palms and was very satisfied. He didn't know if Lu Xuan had any other arrangements today. He didn't send Lu Xuan a message, so he could only wait at home in the most stupid way.He turned around and went into the kitchen to start preparing dinner. All Sichuan dishes were Lu Xuan's favorite.

The range hood in the kitchen kept turning, and the peppers were fried to give off a strong aroma, followed by choking smoke. Fortunately, there was no siren in the room, otherwise the sound would never stop.There are a total of six dishes, and a table is full. It is a bit too much for two people to eat.Yan Ke is such a person, if he likes him, he can't wait to take out his heart and liver, and the whole world within reach will be piled up in front of the one he loves deeply.

Everything was ready, he twisted his stiff shoulders a few times, making a clicking sound, and looked at the layout of the entire room with satisfaction, turned around and threw himself on the sofa, logged in to the Xuanshijie account, and edited the text:

I have traveled to many places, the warm wind in the Caribbean Sea, the fireworks under the London Eye at New Year’s Eve, the dense jungle in Costa Rica, the fragrance left by a princess in the Palace of Versailles, I want to send all the beauty of the world to you .I don't believe in God, but I want to create a miracle for you and give you eternal companionship. 23-year-old Lu Xuan, happy birthday.

Under the cover of a large size, silently writing down all his little thoughts about Lu Xuan was the only thing he could do.Commenting on a large pile of brown rice began to imitate fancy sentences, which were terribly sour and surprisingly sweet:

[I have seen boundless deserts, icy snow-capped mountains, red leaves all over the sky and eerie aurora, all of which I want to give to you, 23-year-old Lu Xuan, happy birthday. 】

[I have seen spring full of vigor, scorching summer, relentless autumn rain, ten winters and twelfth lunar months, and I want to give it to you, 23-year-old Lu Xuan, happy birthday. 】

[I haven't seen anything, but I want to give you the beautiful scenery in my dream, 23-year-old Lu Xuan, happy birthday. 】

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At eleven o'clock, Yan Ke had already fallen asleep on the sofa. The food had been heated in the microwave for two rounds before, and the color of the food had oxidized and darkened. It was wrapped with the cold sauce, and looked a little lonely.

Lu Xuan finally opened the door and came back. He squinted his eyes to look for shoes at the door. The light in the room was weird, very dark, but it was flickering with strange colors of light. He didn't turn on the light, so he stepped on the slippers slowly to walk.

A room full of small colorful lights scattered all over the room, creating a girly scene before Disney's fireworks.He saw that the dining table was full of dishes, and the red wine in the decanter. Two crystal clear glasses were wiped clean and placed there, obsessively aligned with the edge of the chopsticks.There are colorful balloons on the roof of the house, and some of them have fallen off because of insufficient viscosity. In the middle are two huge number balloons, 23.

Lu Xuan drank too much wine tonight, and felt that his entire stomach was full of alcohol. He rubbed his temples and found that his eyes were a little wet. He turned his head to look for Yan Ke, and found him lying on the sofa, restless. The long legs were hanging on the edge of the sofa, almost falling off, and they were still muttering something.

Lu Xuan walked over and knelt on the carpet next to the sofa, and was about to pull out the mobile phone in Yan Ke's hand first, when he caught a glimpse of a screen full of replies to [Xuan Shijie]'s comment reminder, this website was also in his attention, because It is a large website managed by the president Yan Ruyu himself, the copywriting is always warm, and the pictures are refined and beautiful, but he did not expect that there is Yan Ke, the administrator behind the website.This guy is more star-chasing than he imagined, and he likes him even more than he imagined.

He was very curious, so for him, did Yan Ke like idols, or men for men?

Lu Xuan gently took out his mobile phone and put it on the coffee table, his voice was very soft and gentle, with a bit of drunkenness, "Ake, go to sleep, you will catch a cold easily."

Yan Ke frowned, closed his eyes for a while, and then slowly opened them. He saw an infinitely enlarged sharp face, just in front of him, so close that he could clearly count his drooping eyelashes. There was a huge smell of alcohol and smoke, "Are you out for a party? I've been waiting for you at home for a long time." Yan Ke moved Lu Xuan's face away with his hands, sat up from the sofa, and looked around. The room was bigger than before. It got darker, and his tone was a little aggrieved, "I have prepared a lot of your favorite dishes and gifts for you."

Yan Ke raised his eyes and looked at the clock. At [-]:[-], he sat up and took the birthday presents on the side and handed them to Lu Xuan one by one. It's Burberry's perfume, I think you like it, so I bought another bottle, and this necklace, with your initials L on it, I hope you like it." He concealed that there was another chain, That is his secret.

Lu Xuan was still kneeling on the ground, so he leaned against the foot of the sofa and sat down casually on the ground, staring at the bottle of perfume with a little laxity, "I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you, it's not my birthday, I'm just myself Drank some wine alone."

Yan Ke's hand holding the gift froze there for a moment, neither moving nor not moving, sighed inaudibly, pursed his lips and was at a loss, "I don't know, do I offend you?" .”

Lu Xuan shook his head, and took out the cigarette case from his pocket, only to realize that he had already smoked two packs today, and his clothes were soaked in a strong tobacco smell. Yan Ke pulled the drawer of the tea table out, A whole new line of Yellow Crane Tower Ruanzhen. I saw Lu Xuan was smoking this one. When I passed by a tobacco shop one day, I bought a spare. There were also a bunch of lighters of various colors in it.

"So good." Lu Xuan raised his hand and touched Yan Ke's head. His hair was so soft that his whole palm felt itchy and crispy. He tore open the package and took out one to light it, and the thick smoke was dense. Almost half a cigarette passed, and the two remained silent.

"You remember that I told you about my mother's death before." Lu Xuan drank a lot of wine, his voice was lower than usual, as if coming from a deep pool, muffled, "She Suicide, on my birthday."

Yan Ke felt a stone falling from his throat quickly and quickly, and his stomach began to cram for no reason. He finally understood why Lu Xuan's birthday was not a birthday. What is there to celebrate on such a day?

Lu Xuan felt his stomach was overwhelmed. He drank too much wine and felt dizzy. He crushed out the cigarette in his hand and lit another one. Just insane, only a few times sober. It was my 16th birthday. It was the weekend and I came home from art school. She was very beautifully dressed, wearing a white dress from many years ago, and painted lipstick , I got up early in the morning and made me a bowl of spicy longevity noodles." Lu Xuan chuckled softly, "You know, her noodles are full of chili peppers, without salt, so it's unpalatable, but I Still eating clean."

Yan Ke didn't speak, feeling as if tears were about to come out, what Lu Xuan said was as plain as what happened to the neighbor's house next door, but he caught an uncontrollable tremor in his voice.He imagined a middle-aged woman with facial features similar to Lu Xuan, wearing a white dress, she must be as beautiful as Lu Xuan said.

Lu Xuan raised his hand and knocked on the lattice packaging of the bottle of perfume that Yan Ke bought, looked up at Yan Ke, his eyes were red, "She also bought me a birthday present, she said she bought it at the grocery store in front of our house, Burberry London men's perfume, 50 yuan, she didn't know it was a pirated copy. She told me that when boys grow up, they should be more refined, and we, Lu Xuan, will become big stars in the future. Are you super sober?"

No wonder Lu Xuan has been persistently using the same scent, top notes, lavender, mint, thyme, middle notes, sandalwood, oak moss, base notes, musk, vanilla, amber.Yan Ke is very clear, this smell is all too familiar, "Then why did she commit suicide?"

"It was because she was very clear-headed that day, and she might have suddenly figured it out. She didn't want to live a life like this, didn't want to be bullied anymore, and felt that no one was worth letting her continue to struggle in the world. After eleven o'clock that night, I fell asleep very happily, and had a good dream, and then she climbed to the roof of our apartment building, the 33rd floor, and died on the spot." Lu Xuan stared at his eyes, the sockets of which were already very red , he still tried hard not to let the tears fall.

"That white dress was covered in blood. I couldn't sleep for a long time. I closed my eyes and saw that scene. Afterwards, I smoked and played games day and night to keep myself from falling asleep."

Yan Ke sat down next to Lu Xuan, and reached out to press his head into his arms. At this time, Lu Xuan was as fragile as a small animal, very confused and restless. He pressed tightly against Yan Ke's neck, as if only there Can bring a little warmth.

Yan Ke felt a wet feeling on his neck, and Lu Xuan cried.