Tired Bird Knows Return

"Pepper and salt shrimp, sweet and sour pork ribs, fried fungus with northern tofu," Duan Xiaoming took out the individual compartments in the thermos bucket and placed them on the table one by one, then took two servings of rice from another thermos bucket, and pushed them to two In front of a 'kid', "There is still a bowl of soup, drink it after eating."

Chen Yanqing took it, took some white rice with the tip of the spoon and fed it into his mouth, Duan Xiaoming looked at it, then withdrew his hand, "What's wrong, are you worried?"

"fine."

Duan Xiaoming looked at Fu Cheng again, but the other party just shrugged his shoulders, and then buried his head in eating again.

"What's the matter, this is, Chen Yanqing, if you don't tell me anything, there's really nothing for us to do."

Chen Yanqing put down the spoon after his words, and sighed very long, "I was just thinking about it." After a pause, he continued, "I was just thinking about the final exam, and wanted to do better in the exam."

Duan Xiaoming put a shrimp in Chen Yanqing's bowl, "I know you are under pressure at the end of the semester, but as I said, don't get emotional, your grades have always been stable, you have to have confidence in yourself."

Chen Yanqing picked up the spoon again, picking up the food in the bowl one after another.

"You have your birthday the day after tomorrow. You don't want to celebrate your birthday in such a downcast manner, do you?"

After Duan Xiaoming finished speaking, Chen Yanqing quickly looked down at Fucheng. Fucheng didn't react at all while eating, but Chen Yanqing felt ashamed for no reason, "Sheng, it doesn't matter if you can't celebrate your birthday."

"Why doesn't it matter? It seems that you have no plans. It's just Friday. I'll take you out to play at night?"

Chen Yanqing's melancholy dissipated, and he looked up at him, "Where are you going to play, what are you going to play?"

"I'll find out the day after tomorrow. Can I have a good meal now, Mr. Chen?"

Chen Yanqing laughed, obediently agreed, and when Fu Cheng saw it, he also shook his head helplessly.

On Friday, Tang Ping asked Chen Yanqing and Fucheng to go home for lunch at noon. When the two returned, a cake was placed on the table. Tang Ping was busy preparing a table of dishes in the kitchen. Before Chen Yanqing had time to show a surprised expression, He saw Yang Xiang'an coming out of his bathroom.

"What is Teacher Yang doing here?"

Asking his mother in front of people, Yang Xiangan rolled his eyes to express his grievances, Tang Ping bit his lip and shook his head, "Teacher Yang even prepared you a birthday present, what's your attitude?"

Chen Yanqing pulled Fu Cheng to the table, sat down side by side and asked Yang Xiang'an, "What gift, Teacher Yang?"

Yang Xiangan turned back to the door and took a small box from the shoe cabinet, "Look for yourself."

Chen Yanqing took it over, and there was a whole volume of comics in the box, so I just felt my scalp tingling, "Isn't this a pirated copy?"

Tang Ping touched him lightly again, "Ms. Yang turned around a lot and entrusted a lot of people to bring it back to you from Japan, you kid!"

Chen Yanqing was actually very happy, holding those comics over and over again, and then heard Tang Ping say, "Fucheng also has gifts," said, took a small rectangular box from the coffee table, and handed it to him before saying, " You two have been fighting and fighting for such a long time, I know that you are still thinking about each other's good things, so, let's celebrate birthdays together, collect presents together, open it and have a look?"

Fu Cheng received it in his hand, looking very unnatural. Chen Yanqing's hand under the table touched his knee, and Fu Cheng smiled gently. After opening the lid of the box, he didn't say anything for a while. Come on.

"The release device?" Chen Yanqing leaned over and stared at it, "Mom, why did you buy this for him?"

Tang Ping and Yang Xiangan sat down opposite them, "Liang Yue said he likes bows and arrows," and then leaned over and asked Fu Cheng, "So you were an athlete in the youth team in Hong Kong, how can you say nothing about it?" Don't mention it?"

Chen Yanqing was also stunned, "Athlete?"

Fucheng closed the lid and said, "I just trained for a while."

"That's it," Tang Ping nodded, "Have you found the club in the shopping center? Then you can go there when you want to go on weekends. It's a combination of work and rest. I don't know if you can use this thing."

"Yes, very good." Very good, Fu Cheng looked at her, "Thank you, Aunt Tang."

"You're welcome, okay, let's eat cake first,"

Yang Xiangan took out a lighter to light a candle in her words, and Tang Ping continued, "I'm going to teach tonight, so I will celebrate Yanqing's birthday at noon. You two, do you want to go out tonight?"

Chen Yanqing came back from being distracted, and quickly said, "Duan Xiaoming said he would take us to play, mom, we might come back later."

"Okay, it's okay, you can play as long as you want, Teacher Yang said, I will pick you up at any time."

Chen Yanqing remembered the deal Yang Xiangan made with him again, thought for a while, and nodded.

It was very late that day, Duan Xiaoming took a taxi and took them to a more remote location in Yancheng. The car got off the main road and stopped outside a building that looked like a factory building. Chen Yanqing got out of the car and followed him in. Let's go, as soon as we walked to the double-opening door, the door opened automatically, the light came on softly, and the ground was full of bright orange, Chen Yanqing's mouth didn't close for a while.

"Dangdangdangdang!" Yuan Ye suddenly jumped out from the right, making Chen Yanqing tremble in fright, "Why are you here!"

"Hey, what are you talking about, why can't I be here for my little ancestor's birthday?" Yuan Ye said, pulling his arm, pointing to the flower garden all over the floor and saying, "See, it's better than you gave Duan Xiaoming The bouquet I bought was much more spectacular."

"The seedlings are all grown slowly from cuttings," Duan Xiaoming followed up, "Planted indoors, the acid-base soil, humidity and temperature are all controllable, and they bloom all year round."

Chen Yanqing was even more surprised, and said in his mouth, "This is much better than the ignorant pot in your house," he said, stretching out his hand to pull Fucheng down, "Does it look good, do you envy?"

Fu Cheng raised his hand, put his palm on his head, and replied very gently, "If you like it, I'll be envious."

Yuan Ye shivered suddenly, Duan Xiaoming saw it, and said with a smile, "Let's go, let's go to the lounge over there."

The rest room is at the other end of the factory building. When you enter the room, you can see the entire flower garden outside through the transparent window wall. Yuan Ye gave him Jay Chou's latest tape. Chen Yanqing was not happy, but happily took it with his hands.

The lounge was probably arranged by Duan Xiaoming and Yuan Ye in advance. There is a sun lamp under the table, and there are fruit snacks and milk on the table, as well as chess and playing cards.

Chen Yanqing sat in the chair, warmed his hands in front of the sun lamp, and looked at the cake, "I won't eat two cakes today, will I?"

"Have you eaten cake?" Yuan Ye asked.

"My mother gave me something to eat at noon," Chen Yanqing said, "but it's okay, I just happen to have a few wishes."

"Don't be too greedy," Yuan Ye said solemnly, "I can only promise one later."

Chen Yanqing looked at Fucheng and Duan Xiaoming again. The two seemed to agree with Yuan Ye's statement, so he groaned twice, "OK, OK, there's still more than an hour left, shall we play cards?"

However, if he knew that these three gambled like a desperate game, Chen Yanqing would never mention it. A few minutes before the clock ticked, Chen Yanqing put down the bad cards in his hand, "Stop playing, no, are you celebrating my birthday?" Or fix me?"

Yuan Ye bit the flesh in his mouth, forcing himself not to make fun of Chen Yanqing, who was painted as a painted cat, and then glanced at his watch, peeled away some of the fruit peels and snack packages on the table, and turned around to bring them back After eating the cake, he handed the crown inside to Fucheng, "Please wear it for him, we have a sense of ceremony."

Fu Cheng took it, and after snapping the buckle, he put the crown on his head. Chen Yanqing looked at him in the gap, and there was an unconcealable smile in the other party's eyes, and finally raised his hand and scratched his nose, "Idiot."

Chen Yanqing wanted to retort, Yuan Ye began to light candles, Duan Xiaoming got up and walked to the back of the door to turn off the headlights, the candle light was very weak, Chen Yanqing was slow to adapt, but after a while, the flower garden outside lit up again Turning on the warm yellow light, Chen Yanqing tilted his head and looked out. The light source was spread on the ground and wrapped around the entire flower garden. The warm yellow and the color of the flower were mixed together. From this point of view, the ground was full of brilliant fireworks.

Chen Yanqing wanted to express some exclamation, but failed, Yuan Ye urged him to make a wish.

So he turned around and made a wish in their jagged happy birthday song.

It's just that he didn't expect Fucheng to lean over and kiss him before he opened his eyes. The kiss was very close to the temple. Except for Chen Yanqing, everyone else saw this kiss, especially Yuan Ye, who was even furious. trend--

"No, you two!"

Chen Yanqing looked at Duan Xiaoming in a panic, he was smiling subtly and helplessly, staring at him, and pointed to the candle, "If you don't blow it, your wish won't work."

"Oh, oh." Chen Yanqing hastily blew out the candle, and the time just passed by one minute.

After that, Chen Yanqing couldn't forget this birthday night for many, many years. The four of them hid in the flame-like flower garden. The atmosphere was lively like a hundred people were having a carnival. They ate some cakes, most of which were stuck on their bodies. Yuan Ye chased him and played around, Fu Cheng occasionally helped him, and occasionally teased him, while Duan Xiaoming sat by the side, like an audience in a play, having fun.

Chen Yanqing slept until the sun was high, and the light in the room was dazzling. Chen Yanqing got out of the bed, propped himself up and looked at the window, and woke up with just one glance. He touched Fucheng's body and shook him, "Fucheng, wake up soon!" Wake up, it's snowing."

Fu Cheng didn't respond, but stretched out his hand to grab him back, and wrapped his waist around him so that he couldn't move.

"The snow is so heavy, don't you want to see it?"

Fu Cheng hugged him a little tighter, "We'll see when we wake up."

Chen Yanqing really didn't move, because Fucheng's nasal voice was so heavy that even his voice was hoarse, so he stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, and exclaimed in shock at the scalding temperature, before saying, "Do you have a fever? "

Fucheng burrowed into his neck, "I don't know who was so excited last night, who didn't know the cold or the heat."

"I, okay, it's my fault, I'll get you medicine, you let go first."

"No need," Fucheng said in his mouth without moving an inch, "It seems that the plan is going to fail."

"What, what plan?"

Fu Cheng didn't speak, just moved his hand from his waist to his buttocks, and patted him lightly.

After a while, Chen Yanqing came to his senses and shivered, "You are seriously ill!"