foul youth

When I came back, it was already dark, and the city under the night sky, thousands of lights, stretched out half of the sky, it was really a bustling metropolis, even the neat street lights on the road seemed more noble, brightly lit all the way, glowing proudly.Despite the cold winter season, the streets are still bustling.

Guo Zihao was very comfortable driving the car. Under his control, the car felt polite and he walked to school freely.The music in the car was very pleasant, after all, it was played according to Xia Zhilin's request.

When the car passed by a big shopping mall near the school, Xia Zhilin sat in the co-pilot, looked around inadvertently, and found that there was a Christmas tree beside the main entrance of the shopping mall building at some point.

A very tall and eye-catching Christmas tree, covered with all kinds of trinkets and shining with gorgeous lights, looks extra dazzling in this cold night.There is also a Santa Claus underneath, and Santa's full equipment.

It seems that Christmas is coming again. This western festival is becoming more and more popular in China, and the decorations are so extravagant and luxurious.The car just passed by, and the Christmas tree quickly disappeared from sight, but Xia Zhilin could see it clearly.In traditional festivals, there has never been such a luxurious pomp.

"Is Christmas coming again?" Xia Zhilin asked casually, still looking out of the window quietly.

"Yeah, December 12th! I'm 25 today, and there are only ten days left." Guo Zihao said.

Xia Zhilin withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Guo Zihao, feeling a little surprised.Turns out Christmas is December 12th! ?In Xia Zhilin's subconscious mind, there is no memory of this festival, no impression.

It seems that I really don't like festivals, and even have a phobia of festivals.Maybe that's why I didn't pay attention to it. In my memory, festivals are just days that are more lonely than usual.

Since I was a child, I have never really experienced happiness from festivals, and I don't feel the meaning of festivals.Every festival, no matter big or small, parents are busy, and friends often go to reunite with their relatives during the festival, leaving themselves alone.

It's a bit ironic to think about it. I'm still an English major. I'm learning Western languages ​​and cultures. I should pay more attention to these foreign festivals. I should be more aware of them. I didn't expect that I didn't pay attention to them. Guo Zihao knows everything better than himself. too much.

"What are you thinking about?" Guo Zihao was holding the steering wheel and staring at the road seriously.Feeling that Xia Zhilin turned his head to look at him, but remained silent, he asked suspiciously.

"Oh! It's nothing, it's just a little surprising that you know these festivals so well."

"I paid special attention to it, hehe."

Special attention! ?Sure enough, he is a rich man who attaches so much importance to festivals, but his lifestyle still can't keep up with the rhythm after all, and he feels a bit out of place.How should we face it?His concern always made him feel that he should prepare some gift for him, otherwise it would be unreasonable.

It is said that in western countries, there is a custom of giving gifts at Christmas, and I still know it in my heart.Especially for children, they wake up full of anticipation on Christmas morning, and can't wait to look through their socks and shoes, because the so-called Santa Claus will always stuff them with presents on Christmas Eve.

However, thinking of giving gifts, Xia Zhilin looked at Guo Zihao and felt even more inferior.In the process of growing up, no one has ever cultivated any habit of receiving and giving gifts for themselves.He didn't have that concept at all, and the only thing he was worried about at the moment was giving gifts, but he didn't have any thought about whether there would be a possibility of receiving gifts.I was thinking all over my head: What can I prepare, at least it should be decent, but I can’t afford the expensive ones, and I’m afraid of being rejected by others if I give them the cheap ones, how should I give them away?It's really nerve-wracking, maybe one day, there will no longer be any festivals in the world that are more suitable for me.

"I don't know how you celebrate the holidays. Many people gave you gifts!" Xia Zhilin asked with a deliberate smile.

Guo Zihao didn't notice it yet, and didn't turn his head. He continued to drive seriously, and replied heartily: "Hey, that's it. Gifts, I received some gifts when I was young, and they weren't too exaggerated. But now It doesn't matter when I grow up, who cares about what gifts to give, they are all flashy gadgets, at most my mother will buy me something, which is useful. It's better to get together and have a big meal Hi."

Xia Zhilin froze for a moment, and then felt relieved a lot.

Thinking about it, at this age, who would buy useless things and send them back and forth.Like when I was a child, I felt childish when I thought about writing a greeting card saying that friendship lasts forever.Those friends who used to be forever, some of them have long been unfamiliar. Who would say such prayers and blessings? That innocent heart has long since disappeared. Besides, such words are no longer naive but naive. Who would Believe it.Those who still give gifts nowadays are probably those young couples who are in the sweet period.

"That's true." Xia Zhilin smiled relievedly, echoed this simple response, and then turned his head to look out of the car window again.I thought to myself: If I have the ability, if it is suitable, it would be good to give something representative.It's a pity that I don't have the ability, and the relationship between the two doesn't seem to be suitable for giving any gadgets.It would be better to give him an apple on Christmas Eve if there is a chance.It's not a couple anyway, this is just right, eating apples together is right to pray for health.Simple, no extravagance, no waste, and no need to rack your brains to buy useless things.

Seeing that Xia Zhilin turned his head and fell silent, Guo Zihao also turned his head and glanced at him. Once Xia Zhilin said that he hadn't celebrated his birthday, but he still remembered it.However, Guo Zihao didn't bother him, but a mysterious smile naturally appeared on his face, then he turned his head and continued to drive seriously.

Back at school, the two copies went back to their respective dormitories.Guo Zihao quarreled with his classmates for a while, and when he calmed down, recalling what Xia Zhilin said in the car, he gradually felt a little worried and inferior, and felt a little sour in his heart.Isn't it more than birthday?Did he really never celebrate any holidays?

Actually, a gift!I had already prepared it in private, and I was ready two days ago.I have some inexplicable anticipation in my heart. The more I think about it, the more I look forward to it. I even feel that the time is a bit long. Counting and counting, there are still ten days until Christmas. After the calculation, I have to wait at least 240 hours, but I feel like waiting for a second Not as good as the same.

After thinking about it, Guo Zihao became more and more uneasy, and finally explained to his classmates, hurried downstairs, walked out of school and drove home directly.

Back in the room, I took out a beautifully wrapped gift box from the locked cabinet, checked it, and then felt relieved.

Tonight, Xia Zhilin was lying on the bed in the dormitory, unable to fall asleep for a long time, unable to silently analyze the logic of the rich all the time.Facing the wealthy second generation who are well-clothed and well-fed, before they met Guo Zihao, they were repulsed, but now they know Guo Zihao, but they have become inferior.

It's great to meet such a perfect you!Xia Zhilin was silently grateful.It's just that I feel that I have become smaller and always feel out of place.It feels even more out of place than the ugly duckling born in the wrong place.

No, the ugly duckling will eventually become a beautiful swan, and one day it will be the ducks who laugh at themselves.But myself...

I hope you won't make me humble, I must work hard, I must work hard to be an excellent person, I know I can't be a swan, but at least I can't make you feel ashamed to have a friend like me.

The author has something to say:

I don’t know which little angels are writing with me. Every time I open the article the next morning, I see that someone clicked on last night’s update. I feel so relieved. I don’t know which relative it is?Thanks for walking with me all the way down.