Xueba, wake up

You need to be cautious when going out on Qixi Festival, especially when you go out to eat.

The lady clerk had been staring at them for a long time after she brought the pink candle.

He Zhonghe cleared his throat, lit the candle and stuck it into the cake: "Blow."

Yan Sheng stared at him the whole time without saying a word.

"Hurry up." He Zhonghe pushed the cake in front of him.

"...It's a bit silly|forceful." Yan Sheng refused.

"It's my birthday, it doesn't matter how stupid you are." He Zhonghe said, "I wouldn't feel stupid even if you suddenly jumped up and put cream on your face and gave me a breakdance."

"Fuck." After He Zhonghe finished speaking, he couldn't help but make up his mind, laughing like this.

Yan Sheng also smiled, and took another photo of the cake with his mobile phone.

This man has that thin mouth corner when he smiles.

It's still pretty.

He Zhonghe touched the corner of his mouth subconsciously, remembering that Han Ziru said that when she graduated from university, she would have a mouth corner surgery.

Yansheng blew out the candles and picked up the plastic knife.

"I haven't made a wish yet." He Zhonghe said.

"It was promised before blowing out the candles." Yan Sheng paused, "It's a bit sloppy."

And it has been implemented very sloppily.

"You look at it yourself." After Yansheng cut the cake, he scanned the order code on the corner of the table with his mobile phone and handed it to He Zhonghe.

"I just ate." He Zhonghe didn't polite to him, flipped through and ordered two glasses of iced Americano, "Can you do Americano?"

"No American style." Yansheng took the phone and replaced an American style with a latte, adding sugar and milk as well, "It's too bitter."

"Oh, I forgot, you are the one who drinks sissy milk." He Zhonghe nodded, suddenly said.

Yan Sheng raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

"Wrong brother, my mother, you are the hottest ... man." He Zhonghe swallowed back the "1" he was used to saying.If you don't choke with Yan Sheng today, the birthday of the sky and the earth is the biggest.

This is what his mother has taught him since he was a child, and he should try his best to give the birthday person the happiest day.

Even if this person is my dear classmate Damen Doudou.

"Have stitches been removed from your ears?" He Zhonghe changed the subject.

"Well, it's ready." Yansheng turned his head to the left.

He Zhonghe was shocked to find that the ring had returned to his earlobe where the stitches had just been removed and the needle holes hadn't grown yet.

"...Are you not sick?" He Zhonghe pointed at him, "How obsessed are you with earrings? This thing is so tossing, it will become infected, inflamed and necrotic every minute. Next time you go to the hospital, just cut off the whole thing and throw it away Come on, ears you don’t need can be given to those who need them.”

After listening to him chattering for a while, Yan Sheng touched his ear: "I just want to wear it."

What a deep and pleasant voice, what childish words.

He Zhonghe was speechless.

I don't know if the two-person table in this cafe is really designed for couples. When they both bowed their heads to eat the cake, He Zhonghe felt that his hair was about to poke Yansheng's forehead.

So he calmly picked up the small tray and slowly leaned on the backrest.

Then, because the backrest was too high, the arms couldn't be put on it, and the elbows were not supported. There was an illusion of sitting on a baby chair.

I really want to hide it.

He Zhonghe slowly put the small tray back on the table.

"17th birthday?" He Zhonghe tried his best to find a topic to avoid the embarrassment of being relatively silent.

"Eighteen." Yan Sheng said.

Eighteen... Mom also said that no matter how busy the week of his birthday was, she would take him out on a trip, play until he couldn't get any more high, and let his first day of adulthood be overwhelmed with great happiness.

His mother had been talking about this plan several times a year since He Zhonghe was 14 years old, and he lost all sense of expectation.

Yansheng's birthday is really far from the "rite of passage" in his cognition.

If he hadn't happened to meet him today and had the leisure to come over to accompany Yan Sheng, he probably wouldn't be able to be depressed anymore.

I have saved the lonely heart of a young man.

After the clerk served two cups of coffee, He Zhonghe got up with a "swish" and pressed Yansheng's shoulder: "Wait for me."

Then he trotted out of the store.

Yan Sheng turned his head to watch him run from the cafe door to the opposite street, and was almost hugged by a little teddy that rushed out on the way.

I've been wanting to laugh since just now, but now I can't help it anymore.

He leaned on the leather seat and smiled at the air for a long time.

...It's really a bit silly|forced.

That blue-haired monster who is so lazy and can force Lai Lai is quite interesting.

Yan Sheng clicked on Weibo, and posted a Weibo with the photo of the cake with candles in He Zhonghe.

The matching word is: okay.

He put the phone back on the table before the number of the little red dot in the message jumped to over a thousand.

When buying gifts, He Zhonghe was most worried about buying gifts.

Especially when buying gifts for unfamiliar people, and the selection time is extremely short.

If you don't know the other person's preferences, the general formula that can't go wrong is to give girls snacks, plush toys and cosmetics on their birthdays, and boys to send cigarettes, lighters and game consoles on their birthdays.

Although Yan Sheng seemed to be a bad person, He Zhonghe didn't smell smoke on him, so he probably didn't smoke.

I haven't seen him play games before. He Zhonghe added everyone in the class to WeChat when he came to the second year of high school. He has never been on the game account.

He Zhonghe stood on the street and ate three mints, but still had no idea.

Foreign aid is urgently needed.

"He'er——" Shi Yujie answered the phone with a long and strange tone.

"Receive your strange movements." He Zhonghe said, "Help me give you an idea, what will Xueba get for his birthday?"

"Which Xueba?" Shi Yujie said, "Don't have a stereotype, Xueba also has a turbid flow of naughty, sullen, and Mingsao..."

"It's Yansheng."

There was a few seconds of silence on the phone.

With great experience, He Zhonghe held the phone half a meter away from his ear.

"Fuck!!! Who the hell are you celebrating your birthday?!"

"A few days ago, I scolded him and fought with him, so I just got involved with someone on the Qixi Festival night?!"

"Aren't you too hungry|thirsty, I really can't do it, brother, let's take you to a gay bar and try it out! Why bother!"

"I didn't turn on the speakerphone, and children, young people, and uncles and aunts and aunts with a radius of three meters can hear it." He Zhonghe sighed, "Is it possible? I just met him during dinner, and it happened to be his birthday."

In fact, He Zhonghe himself also finds it weird. The people coming and going around are almost all couples. The advertisements in front of each store are all Qixi-themed activities, such as "the best gift in the world", "" For your favorite TA"...

He Zhonghe's brain hurts seeing the pink and pink.

"Then why don't you just buy a handicraft, a decoration, a pendant, etc." Shi Yujie said.

He Zhonghe happened to walk in front of a very chic and high-end woodwork shop at home. The sign was made of solid wood, and the shop was called "Pile".

He hung up the phone, opened the store door and went in.

The store not only has wooden handicrafts, but it is different from what He Zhonghe imagined. It does not have the fresh style of literature and art, but the style is quite wild.In addition to handicrafts, there are also some strange-shaped tents and stone utensils such as stone pots and small ponds.

There are several small wooden houses in the sales area facing the entrance, and a large billboard stands next to it, on which the words "co-branded by famous blogger 'Niao Ah Pu'" are spelled out with plywood strips.

Bird, poof, what a shame.

"Let's pick it up if you see it. They are all new joint models. The rough ones are made by Brother Bird himself. They are only sold offline, and the limited edition is very small." The boss must be a fan of this kind of rough handicraft. A small work area is set aside to polish the stone.

"Okay, then you can install this for me as a gift." He Zhonghe thinks these things are quite interesting. The traces of handwork in the small house are obvious, but with the original shape of the tree, there is a kind of bold and unrestrained beauty. It looks very interesting. Comfortable.

But it's uncomfortable to hold, very uncomfortable.

The posture of arching his back and holding the heavy object in front of his body with both hands made He Zhonghe's chest tight and he couldn't breathe.

When I returned to the cafe with the acrylic box in my arms, there were only two or three people left in the shop.

Panting, He Zhonghe put the box on the table, then dumped it on the leather seat, took out a nasal passage from his pocket and took a few breaths: "Why is this thing so fucking heavy? This solid wood is actually lead, right?"

"Happy birthday," he said, catching his breath.

"Thanks."

He didn't know if it was because of He Zhonghe's eyesight due to lack of oxygen, but he saw Yan Sheng showing a very miraculous and indescribable expression.

But that expression was fleeting, and Yan Sheng then smiled.

It seems that the purchase was quite right, and He Zhonghe was very proud: "Isn't it pretty? It seems that some awesome blogger did it himself, and I don't understand."

"It's beautiful." Yan Sheng's mouth was hooked all the time, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." He Zhonghe put the nasal passage back into his pocket, playing poorly, "You are already an adult, so please cover me, a minor brother, more from now on."

When she got home, Du Lanzhen was standing by the window sill watering the flowers.

"Are you back?" Her tone was a little shady, "On this special day, I thought my son was going to stay out at night."

"Didn't I already send you a message saying that I'll be back later?" He Zhonghe said.

"It's quite late." Du Lanzhen turned her head and glanced at her watch, "It's 09:30."

"Evening self-study is over at ten o'clock, why don't you think it's too late." He Zhonghe went to the coffee table to take medicine.

Du Lanzhen glared at him: "Who did you hang out with?"

"Classmate." He Zhonghe swallowed a pack of dripping pills with water, and added, "Male."

Mom doesn't know his sexuality yet.

No matter how much his mother loves He Zhonghe, he also knows that this matter is difficult for the older generation to accept.One time he watched a movie with his mother, and there was a homosexual scene in it. He tentatively asked his mother what it felt like watching it.

"It's too perverted." My mother frowned at the time and said, and fast forwarded and skipped that part.

After that, he never thought about coming out. Maybe there will be such a day in the future, but he doesn't know when that day will be in the future. Now it's enough to hide it for a day. There is no need to find such a stimulus.

"It's not bad for girls." Du Lanzhen said, "You just have to be sensible. It's normal to have a crush at this age, but mom doesn't support your puppy love."

"Mr. Xie is accommodating, but I really don't." He Zhonghe said.

"Let me tell you, everything is going on right now. An old director of my subsidiary's son, it turned out...it turned out to be that or something." The mother held the watering can, with a face full of indescribable words.

"Which what?" Of course He Zhonghe knew what his mother was talking about.But people with a guilty conscience will pretend to be stupid.

"You're gay! You're over 30 and you're doing that, ouch..."

"Mom, there are things going on at the age of seventy." He Zhonghe couldn't help but say.

"It's terrible." My mother exclaimed, "Then the old director cried every day in the company, and asked for leave yesterday, saying that he would send his son to a rehab center... Do you know what a rehab center is? It is also the first time I heard that it is a place that specializes in treating such abnormal diseases..."

He Zhonghe felt a chill down his spine, as if something was choked in his throat.

But in the end he didn't say anything, went into the room and closed the door, saying that he was tired today and wanted to go to bed early.