don't like you

Song Jingcong has been very busy these past few days. When he had free time during dance practice, he seized the time to look at his mobile phone for a while, and deliberately picked a corner position to lean against the wall without saying a word. The same was true in the car going to the event. In this way, he leaned back tactically holding the mobile phone, with a concentrated expression, and frowned helplessly when he arrived at the place, expressing his strong dissatisfaction with the interruption of his business of watching the mobile phone.

"Brother Xiao Jing, have you picked out the gift for Brother Zhong?" Zhou Wenxuan managed to catch a moment when Song Jing was never looking at his phone, and asked gossipingly.

Song Jing took out his phone reflexively when he heard the word gift, and touched his nose in embarrassment after he realized it, looked at the time in a decent way before answering: "Not yet."

Zhou Wenxuan laughed twice, and couldn't wait to share the gift he had prepared with Song Jingcong, "I ordered a trophy for best actor for Brother Zhong hahaha, and I would like to express my best wishes to Brother Zhong with this."

"Also, the captain said that he had prepared good things and guaranteed that Brother Zhong would kneel down and thank him when he saw him, but he wouldn't tell me what it was no matter how I asked." Zhou Wenxuan paused for a moment and added.

What?Kneeling down and thanking him?

Song Jingcong silently digested this sentence, Xu Luo usually doesn't speak in this style.

In fact, this sentence was indeed rhetorized by Zhou Wenxuan. Xu Luo just said that Zhong Shufang would be very grateful to him when he used it, and Zhou Wenxuan relayed it like this.

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, Xu Luo pushed open the door of the practice room and said hello to the two. Seeing that the team leader said "Is the gift ready?" Song Jingcong took the lead, "Don't ask Team Xu, Not ready yet."

"Okay." Now that you have the answers, there is really no need to ask again, Xu Luo suggested: "If you really can't decide, just send yourself there, Brother Zhong will definitely like it."

"This is a suggestion that Brother Zhong would kneel down to thank the captain after hearing this." Zhou Wenxuan poked his head out from behind Xu Luo, stuck out his tongue, and expressed his affirmation.

Song Jingcong: ...

He suspects his dear teammates are calling him a thing and he has proof.

When Song Jing crossed half of the country from ten o'clock in the evening, wearing a hat and mask and holding a large bouquet of flowers, standing at the door of Zhong Shufang's hotel room, he wondered if he was infected by Zhou Wenxuan, a child with a bad brain.

But it was already here, Song Jingcong raised his hand and knocked on the door, lowered his voice and changed to another tone: "Hello, your courier has arrived."

There was no heating in the room in City G. Zhong Shu turned on the air conditioner. After a long rumbling sound, the warm air came out. He had just come out of the shower. He was wearing home clothes and sat in front of the TV with a glass of water to search for time travel.

When he knocked on the door, he saw Song Jingcong, who had encountered a task of applying lipstick with his backhand in the playground, took over the dead Barbie fan and rubbed his face. Song Jing put aside the boyfriend filter from his unlovely expression and smiled once at a time.

"Please leave it outside the door, I'll go out and pick it up later, thank you." Zhong Shu didn't leave the sofa, and shouted in the direction of the door.

"Huh?" Song Jing looked down at the rose in full bloom in his hand, then at himself wrapped in a penguin, and was stunned for a moment: Why is this plot different from what he imagined?

So he knocked on the door again, still pressing his voice with the same tone: "Sorry, I need to sign for the receipt in person, please come out as soon as possible."

Zhong Shufang in the room frowned, who wanted to take advantage of his birthday to make trouble this time?

Has it been announced by the capital for so long and still can't be stopped?

He was on the crew for his birthday when he first became famous, and someone knocked on the door to give him a birthday gift. He opened the door and let people enter the house to thank him happily. The next morning, the birthday cake came before the scandal.

Even if he kept his eyes open and opened the door, he still couldn't resist the rumors.

In the next year, he simply went out to receive the gift by himself, and Yu Ji was reluctant to let Omega take an extra step, which shows how caring he is.

The year before last, he didn't even open the door, and no one wanted to make fun of himself anymore. He insisted on doing things in the name of giving gifts at night, but he invited so many people to dinner at the birthday party, but he was cut off by turning right and wrong abruptly. He wrote blindly with his eyes open that he celebrated his birthday alone with an unfamiliar Omega.

It was even more ridiculous last year. He just took Gu An home in a car on the way, and Wen Si was still sitting in the car, so he witnessed his cousin becoming a rumored boyfriend.

Zhong Shufang sighed, it was not known whether it was the real courier boy or an Omega disguised as a courier guy.

"Please send it back, I don't need it here." Zhong Shufang tried to make his voice sound calm.

Song Jingcong, who was ready to greet his boyfriend with a smiling face outside the door:? ? ?

He slapped the door with a "slap", and without changing his voice, he shouted viciously into the room: "Zhong Shufang! Open the door for you!"

Zhong Shufang was stunned for a moment, and it was Song Jingcong standing outside the door? !

Thinking of the kid barking his teeth and claws fiercely calling him to open the door, Zhong Shufang shook his head, turned the doorknob and stood by the side laughing for a while.

It’s not all because of this farce. It’s his birthday after zero o’clock. Song Jingcong’s uncontrollable smile spreads from the bottom of his heart when he appears in front of him, like the waves at high tide. joy.

Still laughing!

Song Jingcong freed up a hand to beat Zhong Shu, put a large bouquet of flowers into his arms, turned his face away and said, "The door won't open after knocking for a long time, let me check if it's a thief or not."

Then he raised his eyes, staring wide-eyed at himself who was painted with Death Barbie powder all over his face on the TV.

Zhong Shufang took the flowers, put them solemnly on the round table beside him, pinched Song Jingcong's reddened ear tips, "There were no men to steal, but now there are."

"I'm not in trouble with you." Song Jingcong looked at Zhong Shufang's soft cotton home clothes, then looked down at his down jacket, and slapped his head: "Oh no, I forgot to bring clothes."

The little milk cat with its teeth and claws in the first second is really cute in the next second because it forgot to bring clothes and drooped its head in annoyance. Zhong Shufang took out a set of home clothes and said, "Wear mine."

"Why do you look very happy?" Song Jingcong took the clothes, "It's too long."

Of course I am very happy that you come to celebrate my birthday and wear my clothes.

Zhong Shufang didn't say this, but only pushed Song Jingcong to take a hot bath: "It doesn't matter if it's long, I'll sleep in a while."

"No, no, no," Song Jingcong shook his head like a rattle as he walked, "I also ordered a cake. My phone rings in a while and you answer it for me."

"Got it, I'll ask Ale to get it later." Zhong Shufang responded with a smile.

And I still have gifts to give, how can I just sleep like this during the good times.Song Jingcong curled his lips, and silently added in his heart with the attitude of not revealing the surprise until the last moment.

Song Jing came out of the shower and Ah Le had already returned to his room. Before leaving, he stared at the cake several times reluctantly. He hadn't eaten sweets for a long time and wanted to eat them.

Zhong Shufang had no choice but to look away from the cake, "I will buy you a separate one tomorrow, and I will eat the whole one for you."

Ale, who got the promise, left contentedly.

The cake Song Jingcong ordered is 6 inches. It is placed in a transparent cake box. It is not big but very delicate. The surface of the small cake is dotted with golden stars and moons. On the top are fondant Qs. version villain.

From a swordsman in Tsing Yi to a pastry chef, to a painter with a paintbrush.

The last pair holding hands and standing side by side were Zhou Heng and Xu Shan.

In the blank space next to them, two words were written in peach-colored cream.

with you

with you.

Zhong Shufang circled the cake up, down, left, and right, and took pictures from every angle. He said he took more than a dozen photos, and when he heard the bathroom door ring, he sat upright on the chair and nodded his head on his phone, pretending to be It looks like the old god is here.

"Let me see, let me see." Song Jingcong rolled up the trouser legs and arms of his home clothes a few times, put his wet hair in front of the cake, patted his chest and let out a sigh of relief: "Here, I will, I was always worried that I would be ridiculed by the captain for a long time."

"I like it very much, Zaizai, don't worry." Zhong Shufang smiled and scratched Song Jingcong's nose, "Come here and dry your hair, be careful not to catch a cold."

"It won't freeze with the air conditioner on." Song Jing muttered from his mouth, walked to the sofa honestly and sat down obediently.

Five minutes before zero o'clock, Song Jing dutifully rang from the pre-set alarm clock. He quickly turned off the alarm clock and rushed into the bedroom. When he came out again, a small square protruded from the side pocket of his trousers. , concealed in the long hem of the top.

"It's time to cut the cake." Song Jingcong said.

Zhong Shufang stood up obediently, Ren Song Jingcong put the paper birthday hat on his head with a smile, stared at Song Jingcong unblinking the ribbon and took off the box, then ran over to turn off the light , lit the candle on the cake and pushed it in front of him.

12月19日0点0分0秒。

Not a moment more and not a moment less.

He is 27 years old.

The surroundings fell into darkness, only the two clusters of candles in front of him were shining brightly. Song Jingcong smiled at Zhong Shufang with burning eyes, "Happy birthday brother."

Zhong Shufang also smiled, "Thank you, Zai Zai."

"What?" Song Jing never heard clearly.

"Thank you for coming to celebrate my birthday, and thank you for liking me." Zhong Shufang's eyes reflected two clusters of flickering candlelight, and in the candlelight were Song Jingcong's exquisite eyebrows and eyes.

With a smile on his lips, he folded his hands reverently under the candlelight, "I hope Song Jingcong will be happy forever, and I hope that the one who makes him happy is me."

Then he blew out the candle with one gulp.

May thousands of people like you, but I am the most special, because I am the one who likes you the most.

It was late at night, and the twinkling stars outside the window began the compulsory gossip moment every night. The car horn not far away could not be heard clearly. I don't know if it is anxiety or longing.

The air conditioner is still rumbling, and it is dedicated to blowing the heating, isolating the cold from this side of the world.

Zhong Shufang went over and turned on the light, and the warm apricot-colored light embraced the two of them again.

Song Jingcong swallowed nervously, reached into the right pocket of his trousers, and took the small square box in his palm.

"There is another birthday present." Song Jing clenched his fists and palms down.

"Huh?" Zhong Shufang was taken aback for a moment, he thought that big bouquet of flowers was a gift.

Seeing Alpha glance over there, Song Jing understood what Zhong Shufang was thinking in an instant, "I'm not so casual, flowers and cakes are too similar, nothing special at all."

After finishing speaking, he automatically fell silent. After all, if you want to get to the bottom of it, the things he wants to send out are not very special.

Zhong Shufang didn't realize his short-term discomfort, took the tableware that was put aside and cut the cake for someone, and stared at Song Jingcong with his chin raised and eyebrows bent.

Why don't you give me a birthday present?

Song Jingcong cheered himself up in his heart, took another deep breath before spreading his palms in slow motion, and took out the two rings inside.

The shape of the ring is not perfect, it looks like it was handmade.

I don't know where a feather came from, fluttering and falling, and finally fell gently to the heart, bringing out infinite softness and light itching.

Zhong Shufang picked up the larger one and looked at it carefully.

"I made this by myself. I was too busy studying for two days, but fortunately, I can still see the final product." Song Jingcong poked the red velvet on the ring box and explained where the uneven indentation came from. Come.

After finishing his sentence, Song Jingcong raised his head when he didn't hear the reply, and hurriedly added, "Although it's not very pretty, you must like it."

It was Zhong Shufang who answered him with a gentle and restrained kiss, from the corner of his mouth to the bead of his lips.

"Zai Zai," Zhong Shufang called him, and said helplessly, "I will like whatever you give, even a piece of paper and a shoelace. It's just that there are too many surprises tonight, and I didn't realize it for a while. "

"I won't give you a piece of paper and a shoelace." Song Jingcong turned his face away, and Zhong Shufang's eyes were too burning, making his face hot.

"Of course I know, Brother Song is very generous."

Song Jing never held back, he laughed out loud first, and then the two laughed together.

Xu Luo's unscrupulous proposal was displayed in a different form after all.

He fastened them with a pair of rings.

"Stop laughing, stop laughing, eat cake." Song Jingcong took a deep breath, stopped the overflowing smile, dug a small piece of cake with a spoon and stuffed it into his mouth, his eyes lit up and he affirmed: "It's delicious .”

Seeing this, Zhong Shufang stopped laughing, and tasted the cake in front of him, "It's delicious."

The next day, Zhong Shufang's variety show was filmed in the afternoon, and the two had a row last night, so of course they slept until noon.

During the period, the screen of Zhong Shufang's mobile phone turned on and off, turned off and on again, all of which were birthday wishes from him.

Zhong Shufang woke up and grabbed his phone, facing the screen full of birthday wishes, picked some people to reply, and sent a circle of friends to thank collectively.

Every birthday is like this, be polite, be polite, thank you in a formal way, there are too many subtle politeness in this circle, and then it will be done.

The only difference is that Song Jingcong is by his side this year, it is indeed a rare and very happy birthday.

When Ale knocked on the door to urge Zhong Shufang to go out, it was Song Jingcong who opened the door.

Ale was not surprised, and said good morning first.Leaving aside the fact that he helped take the cake yesterday, it is not difficult to guess that Song Jing is here from Zhong Shufang's smiling face.

The sun outside the window was shining brightly on the frost on the branches. Song Jingcong, who had just checked the time, was really embarrassed to say good morning, so he said good noon to A Le.

Zhong Shufang came out at this time, and he naturally pressed Song Jingcong's upturned hair, "It's still morning if you haven't eaten breakfast."

"Brother Zhong, the planner of the program just asked me to add a recording for your birthday, and put it in the sideshow. I bought the cake, and I went to see it. It's very beautiful." A Le remembered the business.

Zhong Shufang nodded, he is in a good mood today, not to mention celebrating his birthday, even if it is celebrating the birthday of his opponent who always trips him up, he can happily send blessings.

After conveying the task, Ale immediately walked out of the room and exited the two-person world of the two.

After working as an assistant for so many years, this point of vision is not a problem.

"Zai Zai, can you go and record together later?" Zhong Shufang asked.

Song Jingcong hesitated for a moment, "Not too good."

"It's not good if you don't show up on my birthday. After a while, there will be fake news about the breakup flying all over the Internet." Zhong Shufang explained, "I, Cheng Lian, will be on this show, so it won't be embarrassing."

"Sister Cheng is here too." Song Jingcong rubbed his chin, "I wanted to pretend to be your assistant and follow you, but just send out the fake news when it comes out, it's hard for Sister Cheng not to be caught Recognize it."

"Really want to pretend to be my assistant?" Zhong Shufang said with a smile: "The young man is so handsome, it would be a pity to be an assistant, at least he must be my boyfriend."

Song Jingcong glanced at him coolly, and Zhong Shufang said seriously: "I'll send a message to collude with Cheng Lian to keep those who know the situation silent."

The cake ordered by the program group was indeed as beautiful as Ale said. The top of the goose yellow cake was broken eggshells made of white chocolate, and the rest of the cake was fried eggs made of pudding. The sides were decorated with maltose, and the middle A large part of it is empty with Happy Birthday written in cursive English.

"The program team prepared the cake with great care." Song Jing saw the cake from a distance, whispered a word next to Zhong Shufang, lowered the brim of his hat and quickly retreated to the right rear of the person.

Zhong Shufang looked at Song Jingcong's attire, hat, mask and eyes are all available, the eyes are plain mirrors kindly sponsored by Ale, and he looked at himself striding forward against the cold wind without wearing anything Song Jingcong will be recognized in minutes.

Zhong Shufang thanked people all the way, and when he was in front of the guests and the director, it seemed that Song Jingcong was out of place with his strict equipment.

"The new assistant has a cold and covers it tightly so as not to infect you." Zhong Shufang asked Song Jingcong for help.

Cheng Lian raised his eyebrows outside the crowd, but the weaving was done in style.

There are so many people and the cake is big, I don’t know who started it first, put the cream on Zhong Shu’s face in the name of blessing, and then smeared the oil on the soles of his feet and ran away. Some blessed cream.

The flames of war spread rapidly, and the scene became agitated visibly with the naked eye. Song Jing just wanted to run away from the reaction, but was smeared by a cream that appeared from nowhere...a mask.

Zhong Shufang saw this scene straight, and laughed mercilessly at Song Jingcong through the crowd.

The way Zai Zai pinches the mask in a daze is too cute, I want to take a picture of it.

I don’t know if it’s because today’s birthday is particularly lucky, or the big brother of the camera also thinks that Song Jingcong’s petrified appearance while pinching the mask is worth recording. I was proud: Fortunately, I was smart enough to wear more than one mask.

Then when I looked up, I saw the dark lens in front of me and the simple and honest smile of the big cameraman.

Overturned.

Song Jingcong sighed dumbfoundedly, and put on an embarrassed yet polite smile when the big cameraman exclaimed "Teacher Song".

Be careful to hide for so long, I didn't expect to be exposed by a small piece of cream at the end.