are you a cat

There are still two hours left, and today is coming to an end.

Yechen squeezed Xu Yuxing's hand away, and brushed his bangs: "It's normal."

Xu Yuxing smiled and asked, "Then how did you live before?"

After meeting Bai Jingping and Deng Xing, Yechen spent most of his birthdays with them.

The two of them beat Yechen for the reason of the birthday star. After eating, they either finished their food and went to play basketball, or went to the Internet cafe or the entire private room of KTV. The team disbanded until their parents called and scolded them why they didn't go home.

Except that he paid for the whole process, received two birthday presents, and listened to them sing "Happy Birthday to You" which went out of tune and went to grandma's house, in fact, it was not much different from usual.

But Ye Chen still likes to stay with them.

Xu Yuxing finished listening: "Don't you want to eat cake?"

Yechen: "Don't eat."

"How can you celebrate your birthday without blowing out candles and eating cake?" Xu Yuxing unlocked his phone and searched for dessert shops that were still open. "You kids really don't have a sense of ceremony."

Yechen lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze landed on his sliding phone screen and then moved away: "I don't eat sweets."

"You don't even eat cake?" Xu Yuxing asked.

"Don't eat." Ye Chen said.

Xu Yuxing was a little strange, no matter how much he didn't like sweets, he couldn't say that he didn't even have a bite of sweets.

He asked again, "Don't you eat at all?"

Ye Chen didn't speak, just looked at him.

Xu Yuxing understood, but he was even more strange.

"Then what do you eat on your birthday?" He asked, "Longevity noodles?"

While asking him if he was serious, he began to search for ramen tutorials.

If the longevity noodles given by the hot pot restaurant are also counted.

Then this is indeed what Ye Chen eats every birthday.

Seeing Xu Yuxing carefully reading the relevant tutorials, he couldn't hold back: "You don't really want to give me Lagen noodles, do you?"

Just...a little speechless.

But it seemed that it was indeed something Xu Yuxing would do.

So he was not surprised to hear Xu Yuxing say, "Can't you?"

"Are you questioning my skills?" Xu Yuxing reassured him, "The two best things I have done in my life are playing the violin and cooking."

Living alone in a foreign country for so many years, how can I walk the rivers and lakes without any skills.

No one mentioned the fact that the two of them nearly had a falling out before, and no one mentioned what happened today, but Chen knew why Xu Yuxing appeared here.

He knew that Xu Yuxing wanted him to forget about the unpleasantness, but he really didn't want to eat noodles.

It can even be said that even if he didn't eat a grain of rice all night, he would have no appetite at all.

Not in the mood to eat either.

He said "Oh" indifferently and flatly.

In short, it was very disrespectful to Xu Yuxing.

"Then what do you want to do?"

Xu Yuxing dragged his tune: "Little birthday boy."

Yechen lowered his eyes and was silent for a moment: "Xu Yuxing, is there any wine in your studio?"

Xu Yuxing was also silent for a moment, then asked with a smile, "Want to drink?"

Ye Chen said with a wooden face: "I can't?"

"Of course." Xu Yuxing said, "What can adults not do?"

He said to wait, and got into the studio as soon as he crossed his legs.

Ye Chen didn't follow in.

With his back to him, Xu Yuxing clinked his hair in the studio, and Yechen leaned against the door frame, his eyes shifted from Xu Yuxing's back to the drawing board standing against the wall.

On the drawing board is Yechen's first impression of Xu Yuxing.

The violinist wearing a mask is half asleep, and the starlight drawn by the butterflies lingering on his fingertips creates a dreamlike sense of holiness.

That was the shock that Xu Yuxing brought to Yechen the moment he put the violin on his shoulder.

"Isn't he handsome?" The voice in his ear brought him back to his senses, Xu Yuxing held a bunch of wine bottles and looked at the paintings on the wall along his line of sight.

"Oh," Ye Chen looked back, "I just think the painting is pretty good."

"Compared to your paintings?" Xu Yuxing asked.

This question is also difficult to answer.

He chose to remain silent.

Xu Yuxing set up two low stools in the yard, looking at the lights inside and outside the wall: "Children, come and watch the stars."

Yechen looked up at the pitch-black sky, then looked at Xu Yuxing.

Xu Yuxing opened a can of beer and handed it to him, and patched his own painting: "The emperor's star."

Such a grown-up person is still not in the mood at all, and Ye Chen doesn't even bother to talk to him.

Before he took the beer and brought it to his mouth, Xu Yuxing stretched out his hand holding another can of beer: "Cheers."

The two soda cans touched lightly, and Yechen heard Xu Yuxing say again: "Xiaochen, happy birthday."

The bitter taste of wine filled his mouth, and he glanced at him: "You have already said it."

The low stool under the buttocks is also a bit aggrieved to sit on, let alone Xu Yuxing, who is about 1.9 meters tall, his long legs can't be placed, and he is a little wronged so much that he is folded in front of his chest, and his arms are loosely holding the beer bottle. on the knee.

He looked sideways at Yechen: "I want to say it again, happy birthday."

Yechen looked at the pitch-black night above his head, and took a sip of wine.

He didn't look at Xu Yuxing, but just passed the wine in his hand, and Xu Yuxing clinked glasses with him.

Ye Chen said, "Thank you."

After speaking, he was rubbed on the head by the people around him.

He was a little annoyed that Xu Yuxing had to move his hands and feet every time he spoke. Before he got angry, his head lightened. Xu Yuxing put the beer on the ground and got up again and entered the room.

This time he took out a violin from inside.

After a closer look, it can be found that it is different from the violin he usually plays. It is a spare violin left by Xu Yuxing in the studio, but because he usually never leaves the violin wherever he goes, this violin has been bought for some years. Symphony bands or rock bands hardly ever use it.

But today he was in a hurry to find Yechen, so he left the violin he usually used at the performance site for his teammates to take care of him, and finally made this spare violin come into play.

The violin version of "Happy Birthday to You" sounded in the small courtyard that wasn't too big.

In fact, Xu Yuxing had a lot to say, but he felt that these words were not worth a happy birthday.

His best wishes to Yechen are in the four words "Happy Birthday".

Yechen listened to the song, felt the wind, looked at the stars, and drank wine.

It's not in a good mood, but it's still a happy birthday. At least the happy birthday sounds occupy all his thoughts at the moment.

"Xu Yuxing," he said suddenly, "Can you still play the birthday song for me next year?"

Yechen's face remained unchanged, and his voice was also normal. No matter whether he saw or heard it, he didn't feel drunk at all.

But it didn't seem like he would ask this sentence.

It was impossible for the child to express his needs so bluntly.

There was an empty beer can rolling by Yechen's feet, and even though it was the second can just opened in his hand, Xu Yuxing seriously suspected that he might be drunk.

He glanced at the time, there was still half an hour before the end of the day.

Yechen stared at him, wondering if it was because of the alcohol, his eyes were as bright as glass beads rolling around in the water.

Even if he seemed drunk but not drunk, his temper was not so good, and he frowned impatiently without getting a response for a long time: "Ask you?"

Xu Yuxing laughed, "Of course."

He stopped the beer cans that Yechen continued to bring to his mouth: "Xiaochen, are you drunk?"

Ye Chen waved his hand: "No."

Although he doesn't drink very well, he still knows whether he is drunk or not.

It's just that alcohol always paralyzes the nerves, makes people's reactions dull, and the brain becomes excited. Some words that you usually don't want or can't say become less embarrassing.

At the same time, Yechen, who drank the wine, softened, still impatient and lost his temper, but when Xu Yuxing stopped him from continuing to drink, he just frowned and let go as if in compromise, from the low stool Stand up: "Go home."

There are also more words.

Although they are all jumping with a few words, they are willing to express themselves actively.

This Yechen is too cute.

When Xu Yuxing packed up his things and came out, Yechen had already opened the iron door of the warehouse by himself, leaning against the wall and waiting for him.

He tilted his head against the wall, opened his eyes when he heard the movement, and his reaction was half a beat slower than usual: "You are so slow."

It was only a few minutes from when Xu Yuxing piled the beer cans to the corner to when he closed the door and walked out.

Xu Yuxing reached out to help him: "Let's go, kid, I'll take you home."

"No, I can walk by myself." Ye Chen emphasized, "I'm not drunk."

Xu Yuxing pressed his forehead softly: "I'm drunk, please help me."

Yechen had a look of contempt on why you are so useless, and stretched out his arms reluctantly.

Xu Yuxing was "helped" by Yechen to the side of the road to stop the car.

Said he was not drunk, he fell asleep in the back seat as soon as he got in the car, until the car stopped in front of Xu Yuxing's house.

"Xiaochen?" Xu Yuxing called him softly.

Ye Chen took a long breath, and her thick and curly eyelashes fell on the lower eyelid, showing no sign of opening her eyes.

The child was in a deep sleep, Xu Yuxing gave up after yelling twice, and asked the driver to help him carry him on his back.

There is a cake shop outside Xu Yuxing's community, because it is not a very delicate or fashionable shop at the gate of the community, it is just a small shop that is very ordinary and even the cake styles in the store are a bit outdated.

The store usually closes around nine o'clock, but today the lights are still on for some reason.

As if waiting for someone specially.

Xu Yuxing thought for a moment, then walked in with Yechen on his back.

When he came out, he already had a cake box in his hand.

This was prepared by the proprietress for tomorrow's reservation guests, and Xu Yuxing bought it reluctantly.

At this moment, it is only 5 minutes before twelve o'clock in the morning.

Ye Chen was awakened by the light when he entered the cake shop. He listened to Xu Yuxing talking to the proprietress without making a sound, and didn't move until he came out of the shop.

As soon as he moved, Xu Yuxing turned his head and asked him, "Xiaochen, are you awake?"

Yechen's brain was dull and his eyelids were heavy, and he let out a voice from his nasal cavity: "Mmm."

As the brain slowly processed the information he had just heard, he said, "I don't have my cake and eat it."

In the silence, only Xu Yuxing's footsteps could be heard. He lifted Yechen up and asked softly, "Why?"

Why not have your cake and eat it?

Why no sweets at all?

These questions, which would never be answered normally, were easily answered at this time: "It will be snatched away."

With a beep, the electronic door lock was unlocked, and the anti-theft door automatically popped open a crack.

Xu Yuxing entered the room with someone on his back, put the cake on the table and gently put Yechen on the sofa.

He changed Yechen's shoes and walked into the living room with the cake.

Yechen looked at him: "Why don't you ask me what will be taken away."

Xu Yuxing didn't really want to ask.

He can roughly guess the answer.

Yechen suddenly asked, "Am I unworthy?"

"Xu Yuxing," this is the third time Yechen called Xu Yuxing's name today. His eyes were still bright, and he didn't have any extreme emotions when he opened his own wound. It seemed that he was simply asking a question that had troubled him for a long time. question, "Am I unworthy of love?"

Xu Yuxing's candle-lighting hand stopped immediately.

Ye Chen was still waiting patiently for his answer.

"No."

Xu Yuxing lit the candles, and when the lights were turned off, there was only a faint light source from the quivering small flames of the two candles on the cake.

"Make a wish," he said.

Ye Chen sat still.

Xu Yuxing said, "Anything you want is fine."

Yechen was silent for a moment: "Then I hope someone loves me."

Xu Yuxing looked into his eyes: "Yes."

Yechen blew out the candles, and in the complete darkness, only Xu Yuxing's extremely soft voice said, "There will be."

"Happy birthday, Xiaochen."

The clock on the table jumped to twelve o'clock.