Flower World

He Dianying thought that she had to go see Yu Zhiyao—not to tease and provoke, nor to confide in her heart, but because she really had something to talk about.Yu Zhiyao didn't answer his calls, and he didn't dare to tell outsiders casually.

So he started looking for opportunities.

In the early morning of this day, Yu Zhiyao had nothing to do, sitting in the dining room and flipping through the almanac page by page, with a bowl of rice porridge in hand, which had already dried out.

The mute walked up behind him and raised his hand to straighten the back collar of his suit.And without raising his head, he whispered to himself, "Today is my birthday."

The mute thought that he never celebrated his birthday, so he also bent down to look at the almanac.After reading it, he shook his head and said, "Wow!"

Yu Zhiyao turned her head, her face full of confusion: "No?"

The mute stretched out his hand and flipped through two more pages of the almanac, yelling.After hearing this, Yu Zhiyao was almost shocked: "Isn't it the first day of October?"

The mute was almost dumbfounded, and pressed his fingers on the page on the third day of October, and he made a long speech with gestures and strokes.But Yu Zhiyao still couldn't believe it when she heard it at the end: "I always remember it's the first day of October..."

The mute shook his head like a rattle——Yu Zhiyao's birthday, only the nurse in the whole family remembers it clearly.And as a baby brother, he is naturally not confused.

Yu Zhiyao stared at Huang Li in a daze for a long time, and finally smiled to herself: "Oh, dumb, I have misremembered it for so many years."

Then he closed the almanac and served the rice porridge: "Forget it, just make the mistake!"

The rice porridge was lukewarm and tasteless when eaten in his mouth.In fact, the date of birth is not a problem at all.He Dianying gave him so many birthdays on the first day of October, so he should still be born on the first day of October!

Yu Zhiyao asked the kitchen to make a bowl of longevity noodles for herself at noon, and ate it quietly without disturbing others.

In the afternoon, he became restless and suddenly wanted to go out for some fun.Finding today's newspaper and opening it, he specifically picked out the theater advertisements to read.Tianhe Stage is his own business, although the environment is gorgeous, but there are no good actors recently, so it is not worth going; after reading another newspaper, he found that Jingui Theater is putting on a new play tonight, maybe he can go there to join in the fun .

In the evening, surrounded by bodyguards, he got into the car and went straight to the Jingui Theater.After arriving, he went to the box on the second floor, and he went in and sat down alone.The curtain behind him was lowered, and the bodyguards stood guard outside quietly.

The inside of the private room was very clean, and there was an exquisite long table in front of it, on which dried fruit preserves and fruit teas were neatly arranged.Yu Zhiyao lit a cigar slowly, then put on her glasses and leaned back, looking lazily at the stage in front of her.Perhaps because of his age, his interests and hobbies have also changed.Du Fangqing sang so popular before, but he heard it like a chicken crowing; now a young actress on the stage screams with a sharp throat, and his appearance is obviously not as good as that of Du Fangqing back then, but he calmly smoked his cigar slowly, and unexpectedly I also heard a few traces of melodious and melodious.

Listening and listening, he laughed like a rooster crowing.

Raising his hand to adjust his glasses, he put down the cigar in his hand and leaned forward to pick up a white pear.A small fruit knife is prepared next to the fruit plate, probably just washed, and there are still water drops on the blade.He lowered his head and took out his handkerchief to wipe off the knife, then began to slowly peel the pears.

At this moment, there was a faint sound from behind.The curtain was lifted suddenly, and someone walked into the box with a slight wind.

Yu Zhiyao recognized the footsteps.Slowly raising his head to look forward, he was actually not willing to look back at this point.Meeting is always beautiful at the first moment, besides, he and He Dianying always broke up unhappy.

The footsteps stopped behind him, and a hand was put on his shoulder.Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced over, his hands were clean, almost pale.

He lowered his eyes and continued to peel the white pear in his hand.

He Dianying looked down at Yu Zhiyao condescendingly.Yu Zhiyao lowered her head slightly, her hair was probably newly cut, and a short hair root was shaved upward on the nape of her neck; when she raised her hand to touch it, it was warm and prickly.Suddenly he couldn't bear it anymore and bent down, he whispered in Yu Zhiyao's ear: "Second Lord, today is your birthday, go back and think about eating a bowl of birthday noodles."

Yu Zhiyao didn't say a word, just held up a peeled white pear, and handed it back without looking back.

He Dianying took the pear, straightened up and ate it slowly.Yu Zhiyao quietly listened to his inaudible chewing voice—the singing and fighting on the stage, the applause and applause from the audience, all turned into a silent movie in an instant.The whole world was silent, only his little Mint was eating pears.

A heart so soft that it was unbelievable, he closed his eyes, enjoying the moment almost intoxicated.Cold palms caressed his cheeks, and the fingertips traced down the bridge of his nose, lips and chin.In the end, He Dianying gently covered his Adam's apple, as if covering a sleeping bird, occasionally moving it in the palm of his hand.

Throwing down the pear pit casually, He Dianying leaned down again, wrapping her affectionate hands around the other's neck.Yu Zhiyao sat on the chair, only feeling that He Dianying's breath was getting closer.His lips came close to his ear, and he thought that the other party must ask "Do you miss me".

However, He Dianying opened his mouth, with the sweetness of white pears in his breath: "I miss you."

Yu Zhiyao didn't answer, nor looked at him.

He Dianying took out Yu Zhiyao's tie, and slowly wiped the pear juice off his fingers: "Hurry up and get rid of that Song Yichen of yours. The military already has evidence, and the British can't keep him. The arrest may start at any time, maybe Tomorrow, maybe next year. You should draw a line with him immediately, or you will be implicated."

Yu Zhiyao hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly.

He Dianying had finished speaking, so he should leave as soon as possible.But the arms around Yu Zhiyao's neck became tighter and tighter, and his body was not under command, delaying every second and refusing to leave.The front is a messy stage, the next is a crowd, he can't do anything, he can only hug each other tightly like this.

The path of fate has gone wrong, they should have walked side by side, but now they have to part ways - such a beautiful world of flowers and flowers, such cruel rules of life.

Suddenly Yu Zhiyao was forcibly dragged off the chair, and he knelt down beside the table with a "gudong".Everything was on the verge of a tacit understanding, and he jumped forward, falling into Yu Zhiyao's embrace.

Yu Zhiyao hugged too hard, her arms and body were shaking.He Dianying struggled and raised her head, bit his lip, biting hard until bleeding.Yu Zhiyao frowned and endured silently—Little Mint always made him hurt, but this kind of pain had not been seen for a long time.

There is only a curtain between this place and the outside world, so they are like a cluster of flames, silently trembling and burning fiercely.Even their breathing was suppressed, they kissed and hugged each other, almost suffocating, but they still didn't want to separate.

After an unknown amount of time, someone outside called out, "Boss."

He Dianying reluctantly let go of Yu Zhiyao.Putting his chin on the other's shoulder, he closed his eyes and said softly, "Second Lord, take care."

Then he stood up, bent over and patted the dust on his knees, turned around and walked out.

Yu Zhiyao also got up in a daze.The bodyguards outside the door suddenly swarmed in: "Second Lord, how are you doing?"

Yu Zhiyao waved his hand, signaling the bodyguards to step back.This group of young people are all useless, they were probably held back with guns outside; but with a dog that can bark a few times, they are not as good as dogs.

Yu Zhiyao sat on a chair and continued watching the play.The singing on the stage became more and more lively, and the applause from the audience came one after another, and the waves were as high as the waves.In contrast, the box became a semi-enclosed boat, floating in the sound waves of the sea of ​​people.Yu Zhiyao looked at the stage in a trance, feeling no joy in her heart, only the regret of waking up from a beautiful dream.

After a big play ended, Yu Zhiyao got up and left the theater, heading straight to Song's house.

Yu Zhiyao asked Song Yichen to avoid the limelight for the time being—and there was no need to leave Tianjin Wei, because it was more dangerous outside the concession.

Song Yichen knew what he was doing best, so he didn't dare to be stubborn at this time, but was just nervous: "Second Master, where did you hear the news? Is it accurate?"

Yu Zhiyao naturally refused to go into details, and just said: "It's better to believe it than to believe it. I'll find you a place to live, and don't show up for a while. You won't come out until the wind is over."

Song Yichen felt embarrassed: "Second Lord, I... I really feel sorry for you."

Yu Zhiyao shook her head again and again: "Yichen, between you and me, don't talk about those heretics anymore. Feng'er stays here with your wife, there is no need to move around, otherwise it will attract attention. Move away quietly by yourself. Just missing."

Song Yichen knew that the situation was dangerous, so he readily agreed.After packing up some clothes overnight, he gave some instructions to his daughter and wife, then got into Yu Zhiyao's car and disappeared into the night.