After the rain

There is no time to stop, it is a very purposeful itinerary.

Shen Yan asked curiously, "Where are you going?"

Most of his voice was swallowed up by the noisy promotional recordings from shops along the street. Song Qikun couldn't hear him clearly, so he turned his head and asked, "What?"

"Where are we going?"

Song Qikun smiled and said, "Good boy, just follow me."

Shen Yan was a little embarrassed to hear the coaxing tone of the child, but the corners of his mouth could not restrain himself from rising secretly, "Mmm."

They turned two more street corners, and about 5 minutes later, they stopped in front of a brightly lit building.

"KTV?" Shen Yan raised his head and glanced at the particularly eye-catching colorful LED signboard, his eyes slanted to Song Qikun, and asked uncertainly, "Here?"

He has never been to a KTV, and his knowledge of it is limited to the most basic entertainment—singing, maybe he can dance in a larger private room, but... can he even eat supper?Also provide cake?

He began to doubt the original intention of Song Qikun's trip.

Song Qikun blinked and led him away, "Come with me."

He squeezed the handlebar all the way, his palm was warm, but the back of his hand was cold, Shen Yan squeezed it back tightly.

The reception hall is on the second floor. As soon as the two entered the door, the waiter immediately greeted them with an impeccable smile, bowed slightly and said "Welcome", and then politely asked if they had a reservation.

Song Qikun said: "Our friend came first, at N.117."

friend?

Shen Yan was taken aback.

"Wait a moment." The waiter nodded with a smile. After confirming with the front desk, he walked towards the two boys standing there and whispered, and raised his hand to guide, "This way please."

Song Qikun turned off the clumsy nonsense mode, "Thank you."

The decoration style of this KTV is very modern, with simple and neat straight lines as a whole, various geometric figures stacked on the wall, and jumping colors, making people feel as if they are in a strange and bizarre space, and every design detail is mysterious organ.

There is a waiter standing every two private rooms on the left side of the corridor. When a customer passes by, he bows his head and says "good evening".

They followed behind the waiter, and all kinds of magic voices with different styles screamed through the thick door panels, rushing into their ears, making them dizzy from hearing them in a mess.

Under this situation, Shen Yan suddenly felt that although Song Qikun sang out of tune and ran a thousand miles away, except for the lyrics, it has nothing to do with the original song, but his voice is extremely gentle, and his appearance is a bonus, so if you savor it patiently , nor to the point where it is unbearable.

Walking to the door of N.117, the waiter was about to open the door for them, but Song Qikun stopped him and said, "I'll just come, thank you."

As requested by the customer, the waiter stopped as he said, and took two steps back sideways. His gaze inadvertently swept across the hands of the two, paused for a second, and met a pair of dark and indifferent eyes when he moved away.

The pupils account for a large proportion. At first glance, it seems deep, but upon closer inspection, there is only a hollowness. The colorful lights are reflected in it, and they sink and float in the condensed black, which is even more strange.

She was inexplicably frightened, and just now she smiled apologetically, but her eyes closed suddenly, because the boy next to her said something.

"Xiao Bao, close your eyes."

It's as if it's not the same person.

The waiter bowed slightly to leave, her lowered eyebrows concealed her surprise and inquiry, but when she reached the corner at the end, she still couldn't help turning around and looking back.

Song Qikun thought for a moment, then held Shen Yan's wrist instead, turned the doorknob with the other hand, put his arm against it, and slowly pushed open the heavy soundproof door.

The moment he let go, Shen Yan grabbed the air in a panic, and he calmed down only when his wrist was held.

The private room was unexpectedly quiet, there was no deafening music, no heart-piercing high-pitched mic shouts, and it seemed that the lights were not turned on, because the light through the eyelids suddenly dimmed.

They go in.

"Don't be afraid." Song Qikun said.

Shen Yan's limbs were slightly stiff, and he said, "I seem to... have stepped on something?"

In the private room, only the wall lamp was on, and the visibility was very low. The weak light turned everything in front of him into a blurred shadow. Song Qikun couldn't see the owner of the shoes clearly, and said, "...the pillow fell to the ground."

Stepping slightly hard, Shen Yan felt that it was not a pillow, "Can I open my eyes?"

At the same time, the door panel behind it closed again, blocking out the noise outside by nearly [-]%.

Song Qikun said, "I'll count to three."

"Ah."

"—three, two, one."

After the last syllable fell, Shen Yan opened his eyes, and his pupils suddenly constricted.

The lights came on suddenly, and the sound of the crisp gun salute exploded in his ears, and paper tapes of different lengths and colorful sequins fell on his head, turning into a rain of blessings and giving him surprises that he dared not expect.

"Happy birthday Shen Yan!"

Everyone in sight was smiling, Liu Xinrong, Qi Jiajia, Duan Zheng, Xie Junwen, Tang Chen, and Song Qikun.

Dazed, I saw Duan Zheng, who was still wearing a poem recitation performance costume, came to him with joy, put a paper crown on his head, and put a red cape on his arms. Looking at this posture, I don't know if it is to celebrate a birthday or Some kind of coronation.

He swung his arms away with a huff, and due to an operation error, the hem of the cloak covered Song Qikun's head.

"I'm sorry, sorry, hand slip! Hand slip!"

"..."

"puff!"

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha!!"

"Does it look like a red hijab?"

"Are you going to get married, Kun'er hahahahahaha!"

Shen Yan's eyes changed slightly, and the scene of the male and female protagonists getting married and uncovering their hijabs in the TV series immediately appeared in his mind, and when he looked at the person in front of him, his heart was a little moved, and the hand hanging by his side curled up unconsciously.

Song Qikun caught a glimpse of it with sharp eyes, and sighed helplessly. The hand raised in the air abruptly changed its path and touched the hot earlobe.

He suppressed his shame, covered his face with one hand and said, "Xiaobao, take off my hijab."

The voice was extremely low, and it was easily drowned out by the laughter of others. Shen Yan got close, but suspected that he had heard it wrong, "You said... what?"

Song Qikun grabbed his sleeve, and his voice lowered, urging: "Hurry up."

Duan Zheng's hand had already been stretched over there, Shen Yan didn't have time to think, so he quickly grabbed the corner of the cloak and took it off neatly.

Song Qikun turned his head and coughed, his cheeks were stained red.

Everyone laughed for a while, surrounded Shen Yan and walked to the sofa, taking out presents one after another.

Gift bags, large and small, filled his hands, and the words "Happy Birthday" filled his eardrums one after another. Shen Yan was flattered and solemnly expressed his gratitude to everyone.

Qi Jiajia even joked with him, "You can't return it to me this time."

"..." Shen Yan didn't know what to say, so he said thank you again.

There is a cake box in the center of the coffee table. The fruit plate and four or five plates of snacks provided by the package in the private room occupy one side, and two dozen beers are neatly stacked on the other side.

The waiter pushed the door open, brought cups and ice cubes, and turned on the audio equipment for them. Before leaving, he took out the small gift he always had in his pocket and handed it to Shen Yan, smiling and saying, "Happy birthday."

Such straightforward kindness and blessings, even if they were strangers to each other, Shen Yan couldn't refuse, and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." The waiter bowed and bowed, and retreated.

In his hand is a simple ginkgo leaf bookmark with a thin golden thread tied at the end of the petiole.

All the presents were piled up in the corner of the sofa. Song Qikun watched him put away the bookmarks and asked, "Sing a nursery rhyme first or cut the cake first?"

"It will be all right."

"Ok?"

Shen Yan: "...cut the cake."

"it is good."

Song Qikun called everyone to light candles together, and tapped twice on the control panel behind the back with his fingers, and the private room became dark again.

Colorful candles were lit one by one, and the candlelight cast a warm color on everyone's face.

They sang Happy Birthday to the beat, twice, once in Chinese and once in English.

Shen Yan clasped his hands to his chin, closed his eyes and made a wish, and then blew out the entire candle in one go.

The cake was not too big, so he made two gestures horizontally and vertically with the plastic knife, and divided it into eight pieces that were basically equal in size, and gave the extra piece to Duan Zheng—it was more edible.

Not only did the crowd not disperse after getting the cake, but they surrounded Shen Yan, their eyes gleaming and they smiled maliciously.

He just fed a piece of mango into his mouth and swallowed it nervously, "What, what's wrong?"

"Brother Shen, don't move." Duan Zheng poked his finger with a lump of cream, and wiped a slash on his face.

Shen Yan blinked blankly.

The rest stretched out their magic claws one after another, and drew six creamy beards for him, and finally Song Qikun finished it off. He also nodded his nose and said with a smile, "Little Cat."

Little Huamao could hardly resist the enthusiasm of his friends. With a creamy face on his face, he took countless photos together and clinked glasses with everyone individually. He was asked to take the first bite of the fruit plate and snacks, and he was also asked to sing the first song in the karaoke session.

He usually doesn't listen to songs very much, and he never deliberately learns to sing. He has no musical ability by nature. Although he has a good memory, he can't remember the key, so he had to use the original singer to get away with it.

Song Qikun pulled him to sit beside him, wiped off the cream on his face with a paper towel, felt greasy after touching it, and took him out to wash his face.

Qi Jiajia secretly observed their every move, his eyes were dim, and there were two little ones arguing endlessly in his mind.

Number one said: Isn't it normal for two boys to have a good relationship?You must be thinking too much!

No. [-] said: But they are very wrong, the male god is so cute and cute in front of Song Qikun, what about others?Either be cold or ignore!It's a double standard!

No. [-] doesn't take it seriously: Is it a central air conditioner without double standards?This proves nothing at all, Tong Xing and Ji Zhe confess to each other every day