Prosperous White Lotus Planting Manual

Luo Pan dismissed it, and there was a strong sour taste of pink eye in his words: "That's all right, let's see what kind of birthday surprise your little baby can prepare for you, and let us who no one chase you Open your eyes."

After finishing speaking, he knocked on the window: "Brother Song, please turn left at the intersection ahead."

When Luo Pan got out of the car, Zhuo Wen could still say goodbye to him with a half-smile, and he didn't get gloomy until the car door was closed.

His phone vibrated, and when he opened it, he found that Luo Pan had sent several messages in the group where they made friends. It was nothing more than saying that he would not have a party for his birthday this year and would give his suitor a chance to live in a two-person world.

The relationship between Luo Pan and Zhuo Wen has always been good, and the friends in the group naturally believed it and booed one after another.

Zhuo Wen returned home at night and ignored the group chat at all.

He dialed Xu Hanchang's phone number and tapped his fingers on the table unconsciously.

Xu Hanchang answered very quickly.

"Hello, Brother Xu." Zhuo Wen said lightly, "I'm home, don't worry."

Xu Hanchang's hearty voice came from the other side of the receiver: "Ah, good."

"Brother Xu." Zhuo Wen lowered his head and chatted with Xu Hanchang, and couldn't help smiling. He was very glad that he had arranged this tutoring job for Xu Hanchang.

It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice, now that Xu Hanchang has some money on hand, he will definitely think about himself.

After hanging up the phone, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. He always felt that there was something wrong with this plan.

But I couldn't think of it for a while, so I could only take an undiagnosed heart disease to wash.

The conditions of the school dormitory are too bad, if Xu Hanchang was not in Zhuo Wen, he couldn't bear it at all.After returning home, I saw my own appearance reflected in the big mirror behind the sink, and didn't even react for a while.

He squeezed toothpaste onto the electric toothbrush, just about to put it in his mouth.

Broken, Zhuo Wen remembered what was wrong.

Xu Hanchang didn't even know when his birthday was!

It was already early the next morning when Tang Yuanshun saw the news in the group.

He went to C City to participate in the art student training camp. Instead of staying in the dormitory arranged by the school, he found a hotel closer to the studio.

He frowned when he saw Feng Yuyuan and others arguing to see the birthday present at that time.

"Do you have any clothes to wash?" A short boy stood at the door of the bathroom, holding a few changed clothes.He hesitated for a long time before making a sound with a little fear, interrupting his thinking.

Tang Yuanshun immediately raised his head, his expression became tolerant and gentle: "No."

The boy nodded and wanted to go to the bathroom.

"You're not allowed to wash it either, throw it into the laundry basket. There are people in the hotel who do these things." Tang Yuanshun added lightly behind his back, then leaned on the bed and typed.

Originally, the story of Zhuo Wen's birthday had already been turned over in the group, but Tang Yuanshun's words brought the topic back to him.

[Don't forget to post to Moments when the time comes. 】

At the back of this message, Aite also called Zhuo Wen, so even though he had set the group message not to be reminded, he still had to reply.

【no problem. 】

Looking at Zhuo Wen's reply with a period, Tang Yuanshun could almost imagine his arrogant and confident expression, and smiled contemptuously.

He changed his nightgown, put on his clothes, walked to the door of the bathroom, and softly called the person inside: "Xingyuan, come down with me for breakfast."

Zhuo Wen looked at the chat records in the group chat, his face became more and more serious.

What birthday gift Xu Hanchang gave him has become an important event linked to face.

There were too many other ingredients in his pure expectation, and he began to worry that Xu Hanchang would not be willing to spend money on gifts for him, and he was also afraid that Xu Hanchang would be so careless as to not take his birthday to heart at all.

On Monday, Cheng Yan rushed into the classroom stepping on the morning reading bell.

He is like the blower balloon man placed at the door of the supermarket during the sales promotion. He brakes suddenly from the state of rapid advancement, and regains his balance wobbly.Cheng Yan looked at his watch, stood in front of him and let out a sigh of relief, and walked calmly and dignifiedly to his seat under the eyes of the head teacher.

After he was seated, the sound of reciting in the classroom gradually became louder. Fang Mingde inspected the whole class with satisfaction and left the classroom.

The sound of reading lasted for twenty minutes and gradually became weaker.Not everyone likes to recite aloud, such as Xu Hanchang.He only memorizes Chinese texts and ancient poems, and likes to memorize other formulas silently.And since he learned of his accent problem at the same table, he rarely wastes time on reading English.

What's more, the students in the class who didn't finish their weekend homework started to make up for it, and the classroom gradually quieted down, leaving only a faint sound of reading.

"What do you always look at me for?" Cheng Yan couldn't help asking Zhuo Wen. Since the head teacher left, Zhuo Wen has been staring at him blatantly, making his back hairy.

Even when he was asked on the bright side, Zhuo Wen's face was not disturbed.Diagene almost thought that he would not get an answer.

"Do you know what the next Sunday was 17 years ago?" Zhuo Wen asked seriously.

Cheng Yan was stunned: "I don't know, what day is it?"

Zhuo Wen was expressionless: "Think again."

Cheng Yan refused to think: "I don't want to, I'll sleep."

Xu Hanchang turned around curiously: "Is it Ghost Festival?"

His tablemate also heard it, because the relationship with Xu Hanchang has become better, so he couldn't help interjecting: "Isn't Ghost Festival July [-]th?"

"No, I made a mistake." Xu Hanchang slapped his head, "It's that, Halloween! Yes."

For a while, the others didn't speak.

Fang Deming, who did not know when he appeared at the door, shouted in front of the classroom: "Xu Hanchang! Why are you whispering!"

Xu Hanchang was so frightened that he hurriedly turned back to endorse.

The sound of endorsement in the classroom increased in vain, and the learning atmosphere was 100%.

After the morning reading, Zhuo Wen woke up Cheng Yan and chatted with him loudly.

"What constellation are you, diagenetic?"

Cheng Yan was so annoyed, he said vaguely, "You must be sick, believe it."

Zhuo Wen didn't think it was disobedient: "Ah, Aquarius, I'm a Scorpio."

Cheng Yan looked puzzled, because he didn't say anything just now.

Xu Hanchang heard it, and turned around in surprise.

Zhuo Wen thought that he was going to ask something about horoscopes and birthdays, and was ready to hint his date of birth to him.

However, he rushed to Chengyan and said: "Hey, what a coincidence, I am also an Aquarius!"

Cheng Yan squinted at them for a while, and finally understood why Zhuo Wen had such a long relationship.He simply asked Zhuo Wen: "When is your birthday?"

The eyes of Zhuo Wen and Yan Yan met in mid-air, sparking a colorless and odorless chemical reaction!

"October 31." Zhuo Wen followed suit.

Xu Hanchang gave a thumbs up: "Hey, Zhuo Wen, you were born on the eve of Halloween. What, trick or treat, right?"

He originally wanted to say "trick or treat", but he minded his English accent that was ridiculed by the audience, so he changed it to an interpreter's accent.

Zhuo Wen was extremely satisfied, patted Cheng Yan on the shoulder, and mercifully let him go to sleep, while he continued to chat with Xu Hanchang: "Yes, Brother Xu."

Xu Hanchang had memorized his ID number a long time ago. In fact, he knew that he was born on October 31 of the Gregorian calendar, but it didn't correspond to Halloween at that time. After all, he had never celebrated this festival.

But this weekend's English reading was about Halloween, and he discovered this coincidence.

Zhuo Wen's goal was achieved, and he made up a few interesting stories about his birth with Xu Hanchang to deepen his impression, and finally he could put his heart back in his stomach.

Everything is ready, just waiting for the gift.

Zhuo Wen never felt that the time to wait for his birthday was so long.

He had never looked forward to his birthday so much.

The day before his birthday, the Wen family called and asked him to go to the old house to celebrate his birthday.

Zhuo Wen calmly rejected it. It has been more than ten years since he was at the age when he expected his mother to buy him a cake for his birthday.

From this point of view, he lived to be an adult, but no one really valued his birthday.It's like even though his grades have always been excellent, he hasn't received any sincere praise for it.

So he didn't take it seriously.

Now the Wen family is showing favor, but it is only because Zhuo Wen has already started to focus on investment and management in advance, and has shown extraordinary talent.

However, the generation of writers is mediocre, and the circle evaluates it negatively.

It is still difficult to keep the business, let alone carry it forward.

Even so, their gestures of favor also carry the meaning of aloofness and gratitude from those who need to be favored.It seems that he found that there is still a stray dog ​​in his home, and it is appropriate to lure him back with a bone to look after the house.

If Zhuo Wen was seven years old now, he might be elated by the maternal love and affirmation he longed for.

But the ten years in between are enough to chill a child's heart.His logic to the world is basically self-consistent, and the cheap warmth he gives is just a disgusting overnight meal. Even if he barely eats it, he will vomit completely.

Not long after Zhuo Wen hung up the phone over there, Zhuo Wen's father called in.

"I don't want to go to your mother's birthday, do I want to play with Luo Pan and the others?" Zhuo's father said calmly, without any reproach.

Zhuo Wen didn't answer directly: "I have my own arrangements. They will not be able to calm down until the Wen family hit a snag."

Zhuo's father smiled slightly on the phone: "Okay, then I will support you."

After hanging up the phone, Zhuo Wen's father took the phone and rubbed it for a long time.

That's fine.After the divorce that year, he wanted to prove that he made his ex-wife regret it, but when he looked back, he realized that he had gone too far in a dead end.

He has missed Zhuo Wen's growth process, and Zhuo Wen became precocious and calm when he didn't know it.Getting such a son now is already an unexpected joy.

He was not too surprised when he learned that Zhuo Wen was in contact with the shareholders of Wen's company through his small circle.

Zhuo Wen was still a little wolf, and he had a childish style of hunting and acting.

But he has already begun the process of grinding his teeth.

After all, he wants to hand over everything he has worked hard in this life to this son, and fly by himself.So no matter whether Zhuo Wen wanted to contact the Wen family, or he wanted to cut off his grievances, or even cut his salary from the bottom of the pot, he would not interfere.

He picked up the photo frame on the desk and wiped it lightly.

Finally waited until my 17th birthday.Zhuo Wen didn't go home this weekend, he rejected all invitations and parties, and stayed in the dormitory.

Xu Hanchang went to work as a tutor, and he specifically asked Xiao Song to send Xu Hanchang back to school at [-]:[-] noon on the grounds that he had something to do at home.

"Don't stop at the school gate, park on Dongbian Street, there are several cake shops over there." Zhuo Wen called Xiao Song the night before when Xu Hanchang was taking a shower.

"Okay young master, I know, don't worry." Xiao Song agreed repeatedly.

Xu Hanchang was singing in the bathroom, flowing out through the crack of the door together with the sound of water.

"Don't give less money." Zhuo Wen asked again before hanging up the phone.

So when Xu Hanchang returned to the dormitory empty-handed, Zhuo Wen could hardly maintain his expression.

"You're back, Brother Xu." Zhuo Wen went up to meet him calmly, feeling anxious in his heart, "Why did you come back so early today?"

Xu Hanchang sat on the chair, shrunk his legs and turned around: "Today, the family has something to do, and they have to go out at noon, so they took Chinese and math, and English next time."

Zhuo Wen sat on the bed, wondering if Xu Hanchang would wait until night to celebrate his birthday?

"Brother Xu, I'll go home in the afternoon, and I'll be back on Monday." Zhuo Wen couldn't help but say.

Xu Hanchang was a little surprised, but he didn't stop him: "Ah, good."

He got off the chair and went to the cupboard to get a pomegranate: "Then let me peel a pomegranate for you to eat, what time do you leave?"

Zhuo Wen couldn't describe his feelings, he seemed to have relived his childhood birthday celebration from morning till night, without waiting for even a single blessing from his father or mother, or anyone.

At this time, Luo Pan had already asked him in the group what kind of birthday surprise he got, which added fuel to the fire.

In fact, Zhuo Wen felt that even if Xu Hanchang's family background was not good, he didn't mind if he didn't buy gifts.

At this moment, he just wanted to get a birthday greeting.

He could have had a heartless fun with Luo Pan and the others, watching the fireworks all night.

But he refused, he insisted on going to the mountains to see the rainbow.

It's a pity that this place is a desert, and the rainbow doesn't even have a shadow.

He miscalculated.

The feeling of disappointment is like a chill breaking out in the brain, which makes people feel cold and hot, and can't feel the real temperature.

At this time Xu Hanchang had washed his hands, peeled the pomegranate with a knife, and carefully peeled the bright red seeds from the top into his stainless steel lunch box.

His hands are not very skillful, and it took him a long time to get a shallow layer.

"Zhuowen, try it, it's very sweet." Xu Hanchang pushed the pomegranate in front of Zhuo Wen, and continued to peel the pomegranate on the lid of the lunch box.

He was very cautious and moved very slowly, as if breaking any of them would be a huge loss.That poor look was like a thorn, blood flowed out wherever it pierced, which made Zhuo Wen's heart slowly cool down, and even aroused strong resentment.

He stood up and pushed the lunch box back in front of Xu Hanchang. The lunch box swayed on the table for a few times before stopping, and some pomegranates inside spilled out.Zhuo Wen didn't apologize, he took the jacket aside and put it on: "No, I should go."