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Zhang Yao's birthday is at the beginning of December. In the past, friends usually go out to celebrate her birthday. This year, her parents probably wanted to come back on a whim to celebrate her daughter's penultimate birthday before she turned 30.

On Zhang Yao's birthday, she originally wanted to stay at home with her parents, but she was pushed out of the house by her parents that day.

"You want to socialize! If you don't socialize, where can you get someone?" When Zhang Yao's mother Song Jin said this, her hand was already on the doorknob.

Zhang Yao wanted to speak but stopped talking, "No, parents, do you know that I like women? Huh?"

Did she come out with a fake closet a few years ago?Why did her parents spare no effort to urge her to find a partner even after she expressed her orientation like this?

Does she look like nobody wants her?

Zhang Yao's face turned a little stinky.

Song Jin raised her eyelids and said indifferently: "What's wrong with you liking women?"

As she said that, she laughed, "If you like a woman, you have to have a woman."

Zhang Yao bit her lip, thinking that there might be some, but it might still be in the investigation stage, so I won’t tell you.

In the end Zhang Yao compromised, and as in previous years, several friends gathered together for a gathering.

In the private room, a few people were obviously drunk, laughing and fighting together. They didn't look like a group of people who were about to go to school at all. On the contrary, they looked like they were in their early twenties and full of energy.

Zhang Yao stared at the message on the phone screen for a long time unable to regain consciousness.

Half an hour ago, probably because of the alcohol, Zhang Yao sent Shen Zhifei a message in a daze, "Without you."

If it were someone else, she would definitely not be able to understand Zhang Yao's endless words, but Shen Zhifei was on the other side, so she would definitely be able to understand it, and she could understand it without thinking too much.

About 3 minutes later, Shen Zhifei came back: "Yes."

Zhang Yao raised her confused eyes, and after looking around, she realized that she was in a private room reserved by a friend, and it was impossible for Shen Zhifei to appear.

She lowered her eyes in disappointment, staring at the words on the black and white screen in a daze.

"Sister Yao, what's the matter?" Zhang Yao's Fa Xiao rushed over with one hand on the back of Zhang Yao's chair.

The overwhelming smell of wine mixed with messy perfume smell was really not pleasant, and Zhang Yao tensed the muscles of her back instantly.

Zhang Yao subconsciously clasped the phone screen on her lap, tilted her head and said with a gentle smile, "It's okay, I'll send you a message." She moved Kai Xiao's hand, moved the chair back, stood up and whispered, "I'll go There is a restroom, you guys play first."

"Okay." Fa Xiao nodded, stepped back unsteadily, and fell softly into the sofa provided for temporary rest in the private room.

The water temperature of the faucet was cold enough, Zhang Yao picked up a handful of water and splashed it on her face, trying to use the cold water temperature to wake up her chaotic brain.

"Wipe it off."

Zhang Yao paused indistinctly when she got up.

Could it be that she was too drunk, why did she hear Shen Zhifei's voice?

Zhang Yao controlled the speed of turning around. The moment she raised her eyes, the first thing she saw was a tissue. Looking up along the hand holding the tissue, she saw the extremely familiar face.

She heard it right, it was Shen Zhifei.

She really came.

Shen Zhifei passed the tissue forward, "Isn't it cold?"

Zhang Yao's eyelashes trembled slightly, she raised her hand to take the tissue, and wiped off the drops of water on her cheeks, "It's okay."

"How do you—"

"Happy birthday."

Zhang Yao wanted to ask her why she was here, but was preempted by Shen Zhifei's birthday wishes.

As far as Shen Zhifei's performance in the past is concerned, there are many reasons why she is here now, but the reason for "celebrating Zhang Yao's birthday" is not included.

So when Zhang Yao heard the phrase happy birthday, Zhang Yao's expression was blank for a moment, as if she didn't know what to do, she was not as calm and composed as usual, but a little silly.

The corners of Shen Zhifei's lips hooked indistinctly, and she repeated: "Happy birthday."

Then she took out a small box from her pocket, made of dark red flannel without any pattern decoration.

"Here's a birthday present for you."

Zhang Yao blinked slowly and said, "A gift?"

Combined with this situation and Shen Zhifei's serious expression, Zhang Yao almost thought that Shen Zhifei was not here to celebrate her birthday today, but to propose marriage.

Shen Zhifei nodded, pinching the two sides of the box with both hands, and opened it with a "click".

A bracelet lay quietly in the box, with a red braided rope, and a small metal sunny doll hung in the middle.

"This..." Zhang Yao turned her head, but her eyes kept falling on the little bracelet. She picked it up and looked at it carefully, "It looks familiar."

Shen Zhifei closed the box, raised his eyes calmly, and asked, "What's the matter? Have you seen what I made myself?"

Zhang Yao looked at Shen Zhifei suspiciously for a while, the other person's expression was too open, as if he didn't know anything.

She shook her head, shook off the brown bear doll in her mind, and said softly: "It's nothing, maybe I remembered it wrong."

Shen Zhifei breathed a sigh of relief, she put the box up, "Do you like it?"

Prior to this, Shen Zhifei had been thinking for a long time about what gift to give Zhang Yao in order to be unconventional. Zhang Yao’s family conditions were not bad, and she was very rich in material things since she was a child. She might not like many things that can be bought with money.

Let’s take a pen as an example. When she was in high school, Zhang Yao used a certain music pen that cost [-] yuan each, while most of her classmates used relatively cheap ordinary signature pens.

Shen Zhifei pondered over several thoughts with a sad face, but in the end he gave up, and Shen Zhiming said casually: "Why don't you make a gift yourself, your senior sister is usually more important based on her heart, right?"

Shen Zhifei's brain "ding" and a small light bulb lit up.

"You're such a genius." Shen Zhiming was praised by his sister, but he was not very happy, instead he was a little worried about his sister's IQ.

Is it true that all women in love have such low IQs?The mature and steady man might want to raise a daughter-style love in the future?No, absolutely not, this is terrible.

When Shen Zhifei sent him a text message and wondered whether it was better to knit a scarf or a sweater, Shen Zhiming was really upset, and the old father jumped up, "Can't you make a simple one??? Are you good at knitting?" Can you still knit a scarf from a sweater? It takes so much effort for you to knit a mask!"

Shen Zhifei, who "would take a lot of effort to weave masks", felt that what he said made sense, so she asked her brother to record a tutorial for her during the weekend.

It was the first time for Shen Zhifei to make gifts by himself. He followed the rope weaving tutorial video sent by Shen Zhiming on his phone step by step.

She made a pair, one for Zhang Yao and one for herself to wear. When the two of them wear couple-style bracelets in the future, they will be happy thinking about it.

The ideal is very full, but the reality is generally more skinny.

After everything was ready, Shen Zhifei began to regret it.Shen Zhiming's knitting technique is not bad, it looks very similar to her previous one, except that the two letters have been replaced with sunny dolls, but it is too late to rethink and redo other gifts, so Shen Zhifei has to forcefully He took the gift out with a scalp.

And relying on his unblushing and heart-beating acting skills, he got away with it.

No, who knows how fast her heart was beating just now.

Zhang Yao buckled and buckled with one hand, and the joint of the hand rope kept slipping from her fingertips again and again. Shen Zhifei stretched out his hand and pinched the two ends of the rope buckle, "Let me help you."

Zhang Yao let go of her hand and moved her right wrist forward. Shen Zhifei's drooping eyebrows were magnified several times in front of her eyes, so close that she could see her eyelashes clearly.

Shen Zhifei buttoned it up, straightened up, and said, "It's done."

"Thank you." Zhang Yao raised her hand and turned her wrist twice, looking at the little sunny doll shining under the light, the curvature of her lips became much softer unconsciously.

The last time I received a gift from her was in the third year of high school?

The idiot Shen Zhifei actually listened to what her best friend said, thinking that she liked chemistry so much that she couldn't help it, and gave her a copy of Chemistry Five Three on Zhang Yao's birthday.

This matter was teased and laughed at by Zhang Yao's girlfriends for more than a month, and she didn't stop until Zhang Yao finished the five and three questions in the chemistry book.

Zhang Yao smiled, "I haven't seen you for a few years, and the level of gift giving has improved a little."

Stared at by those amber eyes, Shen Zhifei also remembered the embarrassing things of the year, and laughed along with embarrassment, his ears flushed, "You said, people can't stand still forever."

Shen Zhifei said again: "I'm walking forward, don't worry, just wait for me."

"Who's in a hurry." Zhang Yao glanced at her angrily, but this glance was weak and soft, "If you keep talking nonsense, just run as hard as you can."

Shen Zhifei was stunned for a moment, and then smiled.

That means we will wait for her, right?

She whispered: "Okay, you are not in a hurry, I am in a hurry."

The light in the bathroom was a little yellower than the outside, and it also gave Shen Zhifei a layer of warm color, outlining a soft outline.

Zhang Yao stared at her steadfastly for a long time, then said in a mysterious way, "What are you in a hurry for?"

The tone was flat, as if it was just mentioned casually.

Shen Zhifei didn't expect Zhang Yao to have such a move, so he looked at Zhang Yao in a daze, trying to see something from her face.

The other party just smiled very lightly, his voice was soft and soft, like a kitten's paw scratching his heart.

She said, "Say it."

Maybe I drank too much tonight, Zhang Yao thought.Otherwise, I would never be obsessed with such meaningless questions.

Probably because Shen Zhifei likes the addition of filters, she feels that Zhang Yao at this time is really like a cat begging for small dried fish from its owner, wanting to get her own small dried fish, but unwilling to lower her noble head.

"I..." Shen Zhifei found his voice hoarse when he opened his mouth, so he quickly cleared his throat, "I'm in a hurry to be your girlfriend..."

Zhang Yao suppressed her expression with forbearance and restraint, pretending to be indifferent but failed in the next second with an "oh", "No hurry, this time is still to be discussed."

Shen Zhifei laughed so hard that he couldn't see his teeth.

The time is open to discussion, that is to say, becoming her girlfriend has become a necessary existence event, and it is only a matter of time.