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Zeng Yu counted and looked forward to it day by day, and finally the day before Liang Heng's birthday came.

He knew that Liang Heng was busy at the company and would come back later today, so after leaving the set, Zeng Yu immediately went home to make final preparations.

When Liang Heng returned home with the expectation and silent agreement that both of them knew well, as soon as he stepped out of the elevator, he saw that the elevator door was different from when he left in the morning.

On this floor, there are two households with one staircase, both of which were bought by Liang Heng, so there are no other neighbors.Zeng Yu started preparations from the elevator entrance.

Liang Heng first saw the paintings hanging on the walls on both sides of the bright aisle, and there was a new one at a certain distance.It is scattered and disorderly, but it doesn't look messy. On the contrary, it makes the viewers feel that they are getting better.

It wasn't the kind that Zeng Yu sent him before, which was drawn on hard cardboard with a black outline pen, but oil paintings with rich and bright colors, realistic texture and three-dimensional texture.

The first one is a baby lying in the petals of sunflowers, carved in pink and jade, white and fat.

Then there are children walking slowly with a small bench, children wearing cute little hats playing with educational building blocks, children carrying small blue schoolbags and sharing candy with two friends...

Later, when the children grew up, they began to do arithmetic problems, recite ancient poems, wear red scarves, and then learned to play basketball, guitar, model airplanes and give speeches under the national flag...

Later on, the tall and straight boys shuttled between the campuses in white T-shirts and jeans.Then start to fall in love, walk with your lover on the boulevard holding hands, eat cake by the playground, cling to each other in the sunshine by the window of the cafe...

When approaching the door, there was a painting of two people embracing and kissing each other, falling into a soft and white bed together.

Their skins were covered with fine and moist beads of sweat, their hair was disheveled, and their eyes were blurred and sunken.One of them had light red scratch marks on his back, and the other had ambiguous marks on his fair and slender neck, either kissed or bitten.

Further back, a man in a shirt is holding a person with closed eyes towards a black SUV.In the details, the unconscious man kept clutching his clothes.

In the cold and monotonous living room, the man frowned and held a towel to help a person with reddish cheeks compress the red and swollen ankle.At that time, the distress and reluctance in his eyes could not be hidden at all.

In the dark bedroom with the curtains drawn, the tall man carefully embraced the man who was curled up in pain because of the pain, and carefully helped him brush his sweaty hair from his forehead, and kissed him lightly. .

In the parking lot, the man in the elevator stretched out his hand to the people outside, and looked at the yellow rose in the palm of his right hand that was no longer pretty but extremely precious.Where he couldn't see, the man's left hand was behind his back, holding a bouquet of more delicate flowers.

No matter one flower or a bunch, I will give you everything I can.

In the dark office, the tall man held another person tightly in his arms and kissed fiercely, tearing his soft lips to release blood and love.Embracing him from behind, biting his gland tenderly but irresistibly.

Under the dim night light, the man carved a rose-shaped bookmark carefully and patiently, with a peaceful and peaceful smile on his face, as well as the satisfaction that was lost and regained.

At the airport, two people who looked at each other and smiled each held a bouquet of fiery red roses and bright yellow roses.The people and layout around me are all blurred, as if there is only the other person in my heart left in the world.

……

And on the painting hanging on the door opposite the house where Liang Heng lives, it shows a shop full of colorful candies, a person with a gentle and sweet smile opened his arms towards the person at the door, as if saying:

"My world, welcome."

The last one, by the door.

It was in a simple and messy canteen, a big boy with a warm smile and a friendly smile, handed a small candy, a bottle of AD calcium without a straw, and Egg yolk pie that has accumulated a thin layer of dust.

What is painted stroke by stroke is Liang Heng's life, as well as their past and present.It could be seen that Liang Heng's heart surrendered inch by inch, and he could no longer erect a high wall of defense.

The tones in each painting are soft and harmonious, and those colors seem to be painted on Liang Heng's heart through Zeng Yu's delicate and affectionate brushstrokes, giving him the most real and powerful touch.

Every stroke is clearly saying:

"I miss you."

"I love you so much."

He knew earlier that Zeng Yu would always be able to grasp the soft flesh at the tip of his heart, and then deeply brand his own name and figure into it.

Zeng Yu can always use her warm and deep love to wrap Liang Heng's whole heart tightly, leaving no room for him to retreat and escape.

Liang Heng could only, and only wanted to, hug the person who was looking at him with a smile in his arms, and give himself to him without reservation.Let Zeng Yu love, or hurt.

Just being by his side is fine.

"Thank you." Liang Heng thought about it, and then he did it. After hugging Zeng Yu who was waiting by the door tightly, he said with some sobs.

Zeng Yu rubbed his chest, and said softly, "It's your birthday soon, the next birthday present is in the room, do you want to see it?"

"want."

Liang Heng was led into the room by Zeng Yu blindfolded, the silk cloth gently rubbed against his skin, feeling the temperature of holding his hand, Liang Heng knew that his heart was itching too.

"Ten seconds left." Zeng Yu said with difficulty hiding her expectation.

Liang Heng nodded, "Yes."

"three."

"two."

"one."

As soon as the words fell, Zeng Yu reached out and gently took off the ribbon, and at the same time said happily: "Happy birthday!"

The light rushed to Liang Heng instead of the darkness.

What catches the eye is a set of crisp and stylish formal attire.

Coats, shirts and trousers were all ironed meticulously and hung without a single wrinkle.Black, dark blue, smoky gray, jet blue... formal and casual.

Zeng Yu dragged Liang Heng from the sofa to the front set, and showed him the sleeve of the shirt as if offering a treasure.

There is delicate embroidery of the sun pattern on it, and the stitches go smoothly and beautifully. It is not difficult to see that it is embroidered by hand.

"Every set of clothes here is a design drawn by myself, but I didn't learn how to make clothes, so I only added the tattoos on the cuffs by myself."

"Don't dislike me for not caring enough, I will definitely learn how to make clothes!" Zeng Yu said confidently.

As if it was his birthday, Zeng Yu looked more excited than Liang Heng.

Liang Heng felt the little sun carefully with his thumb, and asked him: "How many sets are there here?"

"31 sets."

"Not 28 years old?"

Zeng Yu pretended to be profound and shook her head, "Whoever said that one year old is the same, that is too old-fashioned, I am one day one."

"31 days a month, you can wear different clothes every day."

Liang Heng laughed, and scratched his nose, "It's quite domineering, so you can arrange it for me?"

Zeng Yu grabbed his withdrawn hand and held it in her hand, "It's just a suggestion, I won't force you."

"Then how many paintings are there outside?" Liang Heng asked him intentionally.

"... 28 pictures."

Liang Heng smiled and stopped teasing him.

"How long have you been preparing these?"

"Paintings are the same as clothes. Most of them are my things in country M in the past few years, and a small part is after returning to China."

"All the clothes I designed are here, but there are still many oil paintings in country M, and I haven't brought them all back. Haven't found a place to put them here yet?"

Liang Heng rubbed his hair, "When we have time, let's go and bring them back together."

"Thank you, kid."

"This is the best birthday present I've ever received."

Zeng Yu first smiled with satisfaction, then shook her head, "That's not true, next year, next year, and every year after that, I will do better~"

"At that time, I will definitely not be the suitor, but your legitimate lover. There will definitely be more and better gifts."

"Okay, I've been looking forward to it from now on." Liang Heng still couldn't hold back, and hugged him into his arms again.

For his birthday, he should be able to enjoy the privilege of fouling more.

"You put a lot of pressure on me like this."

"Your birthday is next month, I have to think about it. It can't be much worse than yours."

Zeng Yu raised her head to look at him, she tiptoed, imitating Liang Heng's usual movements, stroking his hair, and said, "Just give yourself to me when the time comes."

"On that day, just make me a regular." Zeng Yu said seriously.

"Liang Heng, this is the gift I want most. It's you, and only you."

"Will you give it to me then? The one that will never go back?" Zeng Yu asked coquettishly unconsciously.

After the reunion, Liang Heng treated him too well, and Zeng Yu gradually realized that she was still chasing after her husband, but she seemed to have been spoiled.

"Well," Liang Heng lowered his head and pressed a light kiss on his lips, "It's stamped, it will be valid forever."

The author has something to say: Xiaoliang: Oh, what should I do for my daughter-in-law's birthday?What gift should I prepare?

Mom: What are you panicking about?I'm the one with the bald head!

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