Let go of the past

In a French restaurant facing the street, the three-tier flower shelves outside the door are lushly filled with flowers and green plants, and the creepers on half of the wall are in full bloom in the early summer season, shining fresh and smart in the sun.

The door welcome with a sweet smile led Li Ziqing all the way to the depths of the restaurant, passing through the baroque-style arches topped by white Roman columns, and on the side of the long square European-style dining table, Gu Xien stood up and greeted him with a smile: "Good evening , Mr. Li."

"Mr. Gu," Li Ziqing looked around, showing embarrassment, "...it's just a simple meal, isn't this place too high-end?"

"Birthdays come once a year, so it's okay to talk about pomp." Gu Xien signaled Li Ziqing to take a seat, and then explained: "But it was indeed my negligence. I originally wanted to book another family, but I was too busy these days, so I just remembered it yesterday. I am so sorry."

Li Ziqing waved his hands hastily: "Mr. Gu is too polite."

Gu Xien sat down opposite him, smiled and sighed and said, "Don't keep caring about Mr. Gu, it feels like having dinner with a client. I heard from Uncle Li that you are two years younger than me, and I will call you Ziqing from now on." Well, if you don't mind, you can call me Brother Gu."

"I don't mind," Li Ziqing said with a light smile, "You've helped me a lot, and you should be called Brother Sheng."

Gu Xien smiled brightly and handed him the menu, "You are the birthday star today, order first."

Li Ziqing waved his hands again and again, wondering: "It's my first time here, so you should order."

Gu Xien didn't force others, smiled gently, and after taking back the menu, he began to chat with the waiter to order food with ease.

Li Ziqing took advantage of this free time to look around and realized that this is a private dining space opened up separately. On both sides of the large European-style long table, there are still four seats for six people, so he hesitated and asked: "Just the two of us?"

Gu Xien raised his head from the menu and looked at him with a smile: "Birthdays should be more lively. If Ziqing has friends who are convenient, you might as well call them over to celebrate."

Li Ziqing shook his head and smiled shyly: "No, it's fine as it is."

The waiter put away the menu, bowed and bowed, and turned around to inform the back kitchen to prepare the meal.

Gu Xien lowered his head to look for something, but suddenly slapped his forehead and said angrily: "Look at my memory, I forgot the business..."

Li Ziqing looked at him suspiciously: "What?"

"I'll make a call first." Gu Xien didn't answer him directly, but quickly took out his mobile phone and dialed out. After two or three seconds, he was connected, and Gu Xien asked anxiously, "Are you home yet?"

Gu Xien heaved a sigh of relief after answering the other side, and then said: "Then you bring me something, I took it out last night and put it on the desk in the study, and when I left in the morning, I asked Gu Yi to interrupt and forget it."

When Gu Xien finished talking on the phone in a few words, the waiter had already come over with a tray and began to serve cold dishes, followed by another waiter, slowly pushing a golden dining cart with a lit three-tiered cream cake with candles.

Li Ziqing was a little overwhelmed for a while, he thought it was just a simple meal, but unexpected things happened one after another, which made him really at a loss.

Before he could express any thoughts, he listened to Gu Xien's gentle explanation: "This is all Uncle Li's intention. I just help his old man realize his wish."

Li Ziqing had a sore nose, and his eye sockets began to burn hot. He hurriedly lowered his head, and in front of him was the cream cake served by the waiter. The flame on the top of the candle danced without wind, like an elf parading around midnight, fresh and agile.

Li Ziqing suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart, and said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you..."

"Hurry up and make a wish first." Gu Xian winked at him and said with a smile.

Li Ziqing stared blankly at the dancing flames in front of his eyes. For a moment, he couldn't think of any other wishes and desires. In the past, every year on his birthday, his first wish was for Uncle Li. He hoped that Uncle Li would be healthy and healthy. Years without worries.

The second wish is for Ji Bing and himself, hoping that they will last forever and never be separated.

Thinking about it, he must be not pious enough to get such a bleak end in the face.

When the main course was served, Gu Xi'en, who was chatting with Li Ziqing, suddenly cast his eyes behind Li Ziqing's back, and immediately waved his hand over there, "Here."

Li Ziqing turned his head, and the man had already strode over, but he looked suave in a suit and leather shoes. He looked directly at Gu Xien's position, handed him the things in his hand, and said with a smile: "It's a pity that I didn't have a social meeting today. , It is said that you have been pregnant for three years, and your IQ has deteriorated, which made me start to wonder if the two children were born by you."

"..." The knife and fork in Li Ziqing's hand clanged twice and fell into the plate in front of him.

Gu Xi'en took the things without changing his expression, put them on the table beside him, and introduced to Li Ziqing calmly: "This is my husband, Shen Bai, who doesn't usually talk about people, please bear with me."

Li Ziqing laughed dryly: "...Okay."

Gu Xien then introduced Li Ziqing to Shen Bai: "This is Mr. Li Ziqing."

"Hello." Shen Bai politely stretched out his hand and shook Li Ziqing's hand, the impeccable and perfect smile on his face was full of restraint and elegance of an intellectual.

"...Hello, Mr. Shen."

Shen Bai pulled away the chair next to Gu Xien and sat down fiercely, Gu Xien said to him casually: "Have you had dinner yet?"

"No, isn't this busy delivering something for you?"

"Then help me with something?"

Shen Bai waved his hand: "No, you can cook me a bowl of noodles when you go back tonight."

Gu Xien didn't bother to talk to him, turned around and picked up the things on the table, handed them to Li Ziqing, and said to him: "Ziqing, Uncle Li asked me to hand them over, and he specifically asked me to give them to you on your birthday. "

Li Ziqing stared fixedly at a square box that Gu Xien handed over, and then stretched out his hands to take it slowly. The weight in his hands was not heavy, but there was a vague sense of familiarity from the past.

Li Ziqing's heart choked, he probably guessed what it was, but felt unbelievable for a moment, he thought he had lost it a long time ago, but it was put away by Li Shuzhen.

It was his weekly diary for three years in high school, filled with bits and pieces of his memories, but since he entered college, he has become accustomed to recording his life in an online blog. At that time, Ji Bing, who was far away across the ocean, , is a frequent visitor to his space to check in.

He was immersed in the sweetness and sorrow brought by the foreign love, but he forgot that there was an old man beside him, who also cared about his joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys.

Li Ziqing opened the box with trembling hands, saw the contents clearly, and his vision was instantly blurred.

Sure enough, it was the weekly diary, Uncle Li kept it all the time, the paper was already yellowed, but the edges and corners were pressed and ironed neatly.

He slowly flipped through the inner pages, and then felt suffocated again, it was different, not just as simple as saving it.

For every weekly diary on every page, Uncle Li clearly wrote a passage at the end of the handwriting. The ink became newer as the time went on. Until the last few pages, the handwriting began to be sloppy and crooked, but every stroke was still intact. .

Li Ziqing's hands trembled violently, he could hardly hold the paper, his heart was pressed down by a hard mass, and he was almost out of breath like drowning.

Under his chaotic movements, Zhou Ji was flipped to the last page. Li Ziqing's eyes suddenly froze, and his heart tightened again.

It was a brand new weekly diary written by Uncle Li.

With one hand stretched out to cover the book, Gu Xien looked at Li Ziqing with warm and soft eyes, and said lightly: "Go back and read it again, although I don't know what is written in it, but your emotions are not right." He Said: "Today is your birthday, I still hope that no matter what, you can spend it happily."

Li Ziqing stared at him blankly, nodded for a long while, and slowly closed the book, then grabbed the red wine in front of him and drank a big gulp, the alcohol choked his trachea, he coughed violently, his eyes gush out completely wet with tears.

I vaguely heard Gu Xien sigh, and then said to Shen Bai next to him: "Pay the bill, I will send Ziqing to you later, you go back first."

"Forget it soon," Shen Bai said with a final word: "Don't drink and drive, so let's not cause trouble for the police comrades. Put your car here first, and let's take it back to Mr. Li, and go home directly when it's over. I'll come back tomorrow Get the car away."

Gu Xien defended: "It's just a few sips of wine, and the degree is not high."

"Why not? You see, Mr. Li's eyes are red from being drunk."

Gu Xian: "..."

After paying the bill, Li Ziqing was not in the mood to stay any longer, and the three of them left the table and walked out together. On the way, Gu Xien handed the coat to Shen Bai, and said to him: "I'm going to the bathroom, you and Ziqing go first Get the car and wait for me at the door."

Shen Bai nodded, put Gu Xien's coat on his arm, turned his head and said to Li Ziqing: "Let's go."

The two of them left the restaurant door one after the other. It was twilight outside, with a faint drizzle, and a foggy curtain stretched between the sky and the earth.

"It's raining quite densely." Standing on the steps, Shen Bai looked up at the sky, and said to Li Ziqing: "Then you should wait here too, I'll drive over."

Li Ziqing looked at the paralyzed traffic on the road, shook his head and said to Shen Bai: "Forget it, I'll take a few steps and take the subway back. Please tell Mr. Gu for me, thank you for today."

Shen Bai grabbed his arm and said with a serious expression: "No, I can't let you go. He will come out later to see that I didn't keep watch, and he wants to make trouble with me."

Li Ziqing: "..."

Li Ru sat in the co-pilot of the sports car, looked up at the leaden sky outside, and sighed: "It's bad weather, people are in a bad mood, so it also booed." After speaking, he turned his head and glanced at Ji Bing, and saw Fang Ruohan Shuang, who was silent, shook his head and sighed, turned back and looked around the street aimlessly, his eyes swept over a row of buildings along the street, stopped suddenly halfway, and then widened his eyes, with a look on his face. Frozen somewhere in horror.

"Damn!" Li Ru rubbed his eyes, and after confirming, he said again: "Damn??"

Ji Bing coldly gave him a warning and questioning look, and Li Ru lowered his car window, pointed tremblingly in the direction of a restaurant on the street, and said in disbelief: "Then... over there...isn't it Li Ziqing?"

Ji Bing's expression changed suddenly, and he looked in the direction Li Ru pointed, and then his pupils shrank suddenly.

"Damn it, and who is that person next to him? How did he make such a move?" Li Ru shouted loudly, "You must be too courageous!"

"Blind date."

An indifferent voice sounded next to his ear, and Li Ru turned to stare at the expressionless Ji Bing, with a look of being struck by lightning: "What do you mean? Why can't I understand?"

Ji Bing withdrew his gaze, stepped on the accelerator, and the sports car roared past the intersection, leaving Li Ru with question marks all over the place and shock that had nowhere to rest.

"literal meaning."