don't like you

On the first day of the new year, they didn't leave the bed very much. When it was dinner time, the two of them really left the bed and sat at the table to have a serious dinner.

The natural gap between Omega and Alpha cannot be thought about carefully, anyway, just thinking about it makes you angry.

Song Jingcong poked the rice in front of him, his face puffed up into a steamed stuffed bun.

But Zhong Shufang was sitting close, and from time to time he would reach out and poke Song Jingcong's bulging cheek twice, and then quickly withdrew his hand and propped his chin to stare at the man gnashing his teeth with a smile on his face.

After repeating it several times, Song Jingcong reached out and slapped Zhong Shufang's hand off Zhong Shufang's cheek again, and said viciously, "Don't think I won't hit you because you are good-looking!" with a rolling eye.

Zhong Shufang nodded casually, obviously looking proud, but he didn't reach out his hand again.

The main thing is that Song Jing never puffed his cheeks anymore, and he didn't eat well all day, and now he was eating well with one chopstick after another.

On the night of the New Year’s Eve, it snowed all night, but after the sun rose, it didn’t snow anymore. The two of them were isolated outside the thick blackout curtains at sunrise and sunset, and the night was only reflected through the glass when the curtains were opened. eye.

Song Jing opened the window and stretched his arms to stroke some snowflakes from the luxuriant trees outside the window, forming a small snowball, holding it tightly in his hand, and trotting all the way to the kitchen to play the dishes. in the man's collar.

Zhong Shufang was shocked by the frost and snow, and grabbed Song Jingcong, who had done bad things and was about to escape, with his backhand. He wiped the bubbles that had not been washed off his hand maliciously, and asked with a smile: "Why are you so childish?"

"I'm only 21 years old, so childish is childish." Song Jingcong snorted, and raised his hand in front of Zhong Shufang, showing evidence of his childishness, "You are not, just as childish."

Zhong Shufang put the half-washed bowl aside, took Song Jingcong's hand to wash it under the faucet, Zhong Shufang's palm was warm, and the trickle from the faucet was also warm.

"Zai Zai, you will be 22 years old in a few hours." Zhong Shufang washed his hands and interlocked with Song Jingcong's fingers.

Song Jing has been concentrating on meeting his parents for the first time these days, and after meeting his parents, he slept around day and night. It was only after Zhong Shufang reminded him that it would be February 2th in a few hours.

His birthday is also everyone's Valentine's Day.

"Really." Song Jingcong pulled Zhong Shufang to the living room, "I'm going to Weibo to check."

On his birthday last year, he hadn't debuted yet, and on this first birthday after his debut, he was still a little curious about the fans' avatars.

Open the comment area of ​​my Weibo casually, and the avatars below are already unified.

The support club released the profile picture of Qingsheng as early as a month ago. In the picture, he looks back sideways, the pear dimples at the corners of his mouth are full of smiles, and his suit and leather shoes can't hide his youthful look.

"It's actually this one." Song Jingcong said pleasantly, "This is my favorite group besides the recent double seals."

On the day when the group photo was taken, Zhong Shufang happened to be free to go to the shooting site to wait for him to get off work. He didn't know it beforehand, but when he looked back, his brows and eyes were filled with smiles when he saw the extra figure.

And the center of that smile is Zhong Shufang's pretty eyes.

"I like this one too." Zhong Shufang smiled and rubbed his head. He had followed the support club's movements early in the morning, and when he opened his phone photo album, this was the first picture.

After following the trend on Weibo, they nestled on the sofa and opened the movie they hadn't finished watching the day before yesterday.

In the second half of the time, Shufang was very absent-minded, and glanced at the mobile phone next to him from time to time. At 23:59, he picked up the mobile phone and tapped it twice before getting up and going to the kitchen.

When he came out with the cake, the movie was just at the end, and a low and gentle male voice sounded in a small space:

IblessthedayIfoundyou (Thank God for letting me meet you)

I want to stay around you (I want to stay around you)

Nowandforever

Letitbeme (Let me love you)

Zhong Shufang put the cake in his hand on the dining table, walked over and covered Song Jingcong's eyes, the next second when the alarm clock rang at midnight, he let out a long breath, with a smile in his gentle voice:

"Happy birthday cub."

"Happy Valentine's Day, baby."

"I hope you are happy every day."

"Happy Valentine's Day brother." Song Jingcong responded, obediently closed his eyes and followed Zhong Shu all the way to the study.

Zhong Shufang turned on the light first, then removed the hands covering Song Jingcong's eyes, and kissed Song Jingcong's eyes, "It can be opened."

"It's mysterious." Song Jingcong opened his eyes, and the bookshelf in his memory had been moved by Zhong Shufang. Right in front of him was a white wall with 21 paintings hanging on it, from one year old to 21 years old. All except him.

Song Jingcong opened his eyes wide, and the time that passed by was displayed in front of him, like an hourglass of time controlled by the gods, playing back slowly, and freezing at every special time node.

When I was in kindergarten, I was posted a little red flower by the teacher and laughed happily. When I graduated from elementary school, I took the stage to host and held a microphone. I was a little devil. After the high school entrance examination, I got good grades. The school posted a photo in the honor column holding the high school admission notice. When I was 17 years old, I participated in the arts. Kao's smiling face accidentally captured by the media...

And the way he pushed open the door of Wang Yi's office when he was 21 years old, that was the first time he and Zhong Shufang met.

"Some are drawn based on photos of you when you were a child that leaked on the Internet, but many are drawn based on my own imagination." Zhong Shu explained behind him.

Song Jing gently slid his fingertips across each painting, and after looking at it for a long time, he choked up and asked, "Where is the time to prepare these?"

"I started painting when you agreed to be with me." Zhong Shufang said, "Only one painting was completed recently."

Zhong Shufang pulled Song Jingcong and walked a few steps inside. The sky and grass on the shelf at the corner were full of colors. Song Jingcong ran forward at the golden ratio of the picture, turned his head and smiled wantonly, and behind him, in the picture In the corner of the room is the figure of Zhong Shufang, firmly accompanying him.

"Zai Zai, you are 22 years old, I hope you can always laugh like this and grow freely."

"Don't be behind me, but be beside me." Song Jingcong sniffed and reached out to hug Zhong Shufang.

Zhong Shufang smiled when he heard the words, bowed his head and kissed the corner of Song Jingcong's mouth, "Whether it's behind you or beside you, I will always be with you."

Song Jingcong retreated from Zhong Shufang's arms after a long while, but his head drooped and he seemed not very interested, "Compared with this, the Valentine's Day gift I prepared for you is too hasty."

Zhong Shufang blinked, "There's no comparison. This is my birthday present for you. As for the Valentine's Day gift, I forgot to prepare it."

"Besides," Zhong Shufang deliberately paused for a moment, pointing out: "You gave me the best gift yesterday."

Song Jing was stunned for a moment when he didn't react, and then he slowly turned crimson. He cleared his throat to divert the topic, and pointed to himself in the painting when he was one or two years old, "Actually, I wasn't so cute when I was young."

"Really?" Zhong Shufang answered casually, and smiled, "I'm not ashamed to ask my mother for your childhood photos, so this is you in my heart, and you will always be the cutest in my heart."

Song Jing turned his back and smiled, and then turned around with a toothache, "I'm too tired, brother."

Zhong Shufang glanced at him with a smile, and let him make trouble, "Let's go and blow out the candles."

The cake he prepared was also made by himself. Even though his drawing skills are top-notch, it is still difficult to paint with cream. I wanted to draw a Q version of the double directly on the surface. After making a few cakes, I had to face reality. The next best thing is to use a toothpick dipped in cream to draw the Q-version portraits of the two on the chassis next to them.

The surface of the cake was finally covered with chocolate, and a milky way was spread with white cream. A gardenia flower in full bloom was placed on the side, with flowers and leaves connected, and a small happy birthday chocolate sign was placed beside it.

"I made the cake myself. It's not as good-looking as the one you prepared for me. Let's just let it go." Zhong Shufang said.

Song Jingcong shook his head, it was obviously very good-looking.

"When did you make the cake?" Song Jingcong wondered. Cakes would go bad if they were made ahead of time. The two of them have been together all the time. Could it be that Zhong Shufang has 36 hours a day?

"What are you thinking about?" Zhong Shufang glanced at him, "You did this while you were asleep."

Song Jingcong nodded with a smirk. He slept for a long time during the day.

"Make a wish." Zhong Shufang lit the last candle and turned off the light. The candlelight reflected in Song Jingcong's eyes, burning and warming.

Song Jing put his hands together and closed his eyes with a smile on his lips, but opened them again in just a few seconds, and blew out the candle with a slight breath forward.

Zhong Shufang didn't ask him what wish he had made, he just took out the plastic knives and plates in the bag and signaled Song Jingcong to cut the cake.

Song Jingcong cut off a small piece of cake and dug a small piece with a spoon and put it into his mouth. Zhong Shufang smiled greedily and was about to speak when Song Jingcong's breath came over his face.

They had a chocolate kiss, sweet and good, delicate and long.

"I don't have any wishes anymore." Song Jingcong breathed warmly into Zhong Shufang's ear.

He is only 22 years old, and he still has unlimited possibilities to fight for himself, but with the person he likes by his side, he has everything.

After eating the cake, Song Jingcong thought of something and took the phone.

Zhong Shufang fiddled with his mobile phone a few times while watching a movie, changed the birthday celebration profile picture of the support club, and set a timed release at zero o'clock:

@钟淑阳: Happy birthday.

I like you from the beginning to the end.

The accompanying picture is the 21-year-old self he just saw.

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