not brilliant

When the alarm clock rang in the morning, Jing Can sat up abruptly.

Before he could fully open his eyes, he picked up a marker pen from the bedside, lifted the cap of the pen, held it up to the calendar hanging on the wall, and made a big cross - after the itinerary of Qingyan Temple was finalized , Jing Can repeated this simple action every morning.And it is this repetitive and simple behavior that makes him look forward to every day before his birthday.

Jing Can originally thought that she would stay with He Pingyi on her birthday, but she received a call from Song Yinan a few days in advance, asking him to go home for dinner.He held the phone in silence for a long while, and wanted to refuse, but when Song Yinan added that it was Jing Zaixing who asked her to call, he still hesitated to answer.Immediately afterwards, he hurriedly said, "But I'll go back at night. I'll be home before dinner, okay? I made an appointment with my classmates to hang out."

Although Song Yinan was a little surprised, he was also very happy that Jing Can made such a good friend.She curiously asked who Jing Can was going out with, and Jing Can said softly on the phone, "His name is He Pingyi."

The night before her birthday, Jing Can lay down in bed early.The clock on the wall was still recording the progress of time, Jing Can stared at it for a while, and realized that in two hours, he would be 17 years old.

17 years old, in the eyes of most people, is a hopeful age.

The future has not yet come, and all the brilliant expectations seem to be reasonable.

Jing Can doesn't know what it's like to be 17 years old for others, but for him, being able to become friends with He Pingyi before the age of 17 is already lucky enough.

The pointer rushed towards twelve o'clock, and the moment the hour and minute hands finally coincided, a clear mobile phone notification sounded in the quiet room.Jing Can seemed to have a premonition, and after a jolt, she quickly picked up her phone to check.

"Come down and open the door."

Come down and open the door?

He Pingyi is here!

After completing this simple information conversion, Jing Can didn't even have time to lift the quilt on her body, so she sat up suddenly, and was almost caught by the quilt when jumping out of bed, Jing Can staggered, ignoring Stabilizing his figure, he opened the door and ran out.

The door of the house was opened, and across the yard, Jing Can had already seen the car light that was on.

Very familiar, it is this lamp that shines a light on his way home every day.

Jing Can kicked her slippers and ran across the yard, the soles of her shoes hitting the stone pavement, the sound was like sparse applause in the night.

"How did you come?"

The cold air can already fill the words with white mist, outlining the eagerness of young people.Jing Can stood at the gate of the courtyard, panting a little loudly, her eyes were fixed on He Pingyi.

He Pingyi was still sitting on his electric motor, holding a transparent cake box in his hand.The street lights outside were not very bright, and half of He Pingyi's face was buried in the shadows.But even so, Jing Can seemed to be able to clearly see the unique light in He Pingyi's eyes.

"Of course I'm not here to go shopping." He Pingyi said, holding the cake in his hand to Jing Can and shaking it.

Jing Can was taken aback by his action, quickly stretched out both hands to support the cake, and begged softly, "Hey, don't shake it."

"Then you take it." He Pingyi let go of his hand with a smile, and pulled up Jing Can's coat that had slipped off his arm.

When Xiaodong entered the door, he was blocked by the threshold. Jing Can pulled out a hand and pulled the back of the seat back. He Pingyi slapped him away when he was about to use his strength: "I'll come, you take the cake."

What He Pingyi brought was a white cream cake, the cake was not big, with a pattern drawn with chocolate sauce on it, it was a stick figure version of AE86.Apart from this painting, there were no other decorations on the cake, only a few large characters written on the side, "Happy Birthday to Jingcan".

Seven words and seven colors are used, as if to gather all the good wishes on this cake.

"How is it?" He Pingyi pulled away a chair, sat down, pointed to the cake on the table and said, "Isn't it pretty? I drew it myself."

Jing Can propped her head on her arms, leaned on the table, and got closer to this overly cute little cake.

He never expected that He Pingyi would make him a cake. Even though he knew they were good friends, he never took He Pingyi's kindness to him for granted. He even felt that He Pingyi didn't need to be so kind to him at all.

He wanted to say thank you to He Pingyi, but the mouth covered under his arm couldn't make a sound. He only felt a dry emotion rushing to his throat, which was so painful that it was squeezed.

"How is it?" Seeing that Jing Can didn't speak, He Pingyi tilted his head, turned his gaze around the cake, and looked at Jing Can's face.

Seeing this, He Pingyi was taken aback - even though he covered most of his face with his arms, it was really hard not to see his emotions from Jing Can's red eyes.

He Pingyi didn't expect a cake to have such an effect. He looked at Jing Can silently for a few seconds, and didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he withdrew his upper body and leaned back on the chair, leaving Jing Can to hide himself a bit. safe distance.

The room suddenly fell silent.Jing Can felt He Pingyi's considerate silence, he tried his best to suppress the overly fluctuating emotions, but when he spoke again, the vibration in his voice still revealed the emotion in his heart.

"The car you drew is better."

He Pingyi was startled, then his lips curled up and he smiled: "Are you admitting defeat?"

Jing Can smiled and nodded towards him, as if she had given up all professional criteria.

"recognize."

One word made He Ping feel satisfied and comfortable all over.He raised his chin and gestured to Jing Can: "The birthday star will open the cake."

Jing Can put her hand on the white ribbon wrapped around the box, but stopped before she tried.When he thought of something, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes were filled with joy: "We're not eating here, I'll take you to a place."

The winter night was very cold, when she opened the door to the roof, Jing Can was shivered by a gust of cold wind.There were a few yellow lights on the roof, Jing Can flicked the switch, and the dark world suddenly lit up.

He turned to look at He Pingyi, wanting to show off his work here.But when she really turned her head, she froze for a moment - He Pingyi leaned against the door frame and looked at him with a faint smile on her lips.There was a lamp on top of his head, and the dim yellow light enveloped He Pingyi completely.Jing Can has seen those eyes many times, but this time, it seems to be more gentle than ever, as if he is looking at something... a treasure.

This word suddenly popped into mind without saying hello, which startled Jing Can herself.

Passionate.

"You..." Her heart seemed to be beating faster, Jing Can unconsciously clenched the cake rope in her hand, and asked, "Why do you keep looking at me?"

He Pingyi tilted his head slightly, and after a short silence, he said frankly: "I thought you would be happy, but I didn't expect you to be so happy."

When He Pingyi said this, his voice was soft and slow, and his voice was even lower, which was different from usual.He really didn't expect that his arrival before midnight and a birthday cake would make Jing Can so overjoyed. In his opinion, Jing Can is really easy to satisfy, a big chicken steak, a bowl of Shaved ice with a small green umbrella and a piece of cake seem to make him flap his wings happily.

When he said this, Jing Can suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and began to wonder if she had made eating the cake a little too grand.He Pingyi didn't give him time to repent, he put his hands on his shoulders and pushed him forward: "Let's go, show me your rooftop."

The two shadows walked forward one after the other, and finally on this birthday night, they finally overlapped with the big sunflower.

This was the first time He Pingyi saw the sunflower painted by Jing Can.

Huge things can always have a huge visual impact on people, not to mention that there seems to be an unusually rich emotion in this flower.

Everyone thinks that the sun flower represents light and is positive because it always faces the sun.But He Pingyi could clearly see the struggle of this sunflower. Whether it was the shape of the petals or the strange lines on the edges, it was not like the usual sunflowers, but more like a sun without sunlight. Flowers are struggling to be stained with light.

"Did you draw it?" He Pingyi stared at the flower for a long time.

"Ah."

He Pingyi's posture gradually changed from standing to squatting. He stretched out his hand and touched the flower petals on the ground.He Pingyi didn't know if his understanding was correct, he hoped that he was thinking too much, that Jing Can just drew an ordinary flower.

"Does it look good?" Seeing that he kept looking at him but didn't speak, Jing Can took the initiative to ask while holding the cake.

He Pingyi smiled, stood up, and said, "It's pretty."

"It looks better during the day, because the sun will shine on it. And look," Jing Can pointed to the sofa and said, "I also put an orange sofa in the middle of the sunflowers. This orange is also very beautiful. When the weather gets warmer in the future , it must feel great to be able to sleep on this sofa.”

Both of them didn't wear coats, and Jing Can felt that his hands were a little stiff from the cold after only being out for a while.He took two steps to the side, put the cake on the sofa first, and pointed in the direction of the bedroom: "How about... let's move a small tea table over here, ah, and bring another quilt, otherwise it will be too cold gone."

The orange sofa is wide and big, and two people can nest on it without being crowded at all.

From the moment her finger touched the ribbon that tied the cake, Jing Can couldn't restrain the smile on her face.He neatly folded the ribbons that he took off and put them aside, He Pingyi helped him insert the candles and light them.

The small flames danced, and the light rushed to the heights, and the same mottled marks fell on the faces of the two people.

The distance between two people is very close, even closer than sitting at the same table.Jing Can tilted her head, and could clearly see every outline of He Pingyi's face.His eyes touched the brow bone, and after a little hesitation, Jing Can couldn't help asking: "He Pingyi, how did you get your scar?"

"Huh?" Jing Can suddenly said that when he was supposed to make a wish, but He Pingyi didn't realize it for a while.

Maybe it's because of my birthday, I became a birthday star, and I grew a year older, so I became more courageous.Jing Can raised her hand, stretched out a finger, passed through the candlelight, and lightly touched He Pingyi's brow bone.

The fingers are cold, the brow bone is hot.

"here."

"Ah," He Pingyi understood, and touched the top of his eyes himself.His hands overlapped with Jing Can's, and feeling that the temperature in Jing Can's hands was too low, He Pingyi grabbed his hand.

Jing Can instinctively wanted to pull his hand back, but was held tightly by He Pingyi, and he couldn't move it away, so he had to let him hold it.

"The injury was from a previous fight. Why are your hands so cold? Cold?" He Pingyi said, wrapping the quilt around Jing Can a little tighter.

Jing Can was not surprised by this answer, in his imagination, the former He Pingyi was more fierce than now.

"You..." Jing Can's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly asked, "Are you fighting hard?"

"What's the problem with you?" He Pingyi leaned back on the sofa, raised his head and thought for a while, and said a little tangled, "It seems that I said something very powerful, it seems that I used to fight all the time, it also hurts me It doesn't have any effect on shaping a positive image, let's say it's not great..."

He Pingyi pondered for a moment, then smiled proudly: "That's impossible."

Listening to He Pingyi's words, Jing Can looked at him with bright eyes: "It's a skill to fight well, I'm not good at fighting."

He Pingyi was always smiling, but when he heard this, he immediately frowned: "Have you ever fought?"

Jing Can nodded honestly: "I was forced to fight."

Meeting He Pingyi's worried eyes, Jing Can explained: "When I was studying, there always seemed to be some people who didn't like me, but physical conflicts were rare. They made fun of me at most. But there were a few people in the school who seemed very Hate me, so... I was beaten by them."

This was the first time in a long time that Jing Can took the initiative to tell He Ping about the unhappiness in the past.On this dark night, beside the birthday candle, He Pingyi seemed to see Jing Can finally standing in the story room full of the past, and opened a small window for him.However, those past events in the story room are vainly hidden under the darkness, and only a weak candle is burning in the room, as if it is afraid that others will find out, and it seems to be ready to be extinguished at any time.

"Why are they bullying you?"

He Pingyi really couldn't understand why someone would dislike Jing Can, who is such an obedient person.In the cold wind, he suddenly thought, if only he had known Jing Can earlier, if they had known each other since childhood, he would have always covered Jing Can and prevented anyone from bullying him.

If this was the case, wouldn't Jing Can have so many secrets she didn't want to tell?

"They..." Jing Can tilted her head, did not look at He Pingyi, but put her gaze on the burning candle, as if recalling.

"They said I was crazy and I was short and white like a girl."

When He Pingyi heard this, he immediately became furious.But Zuo was just some boys' self-righteous judgments. At this moment, he could still restrain himself, and just scolded those few people he didn't know with a cold face: "Whatever, there are scum everywhere."

Jing Can nodded, agreeing with what he said.

"Do they always bully you?" Concerned that today is Jing Can's birthday, He Pingyi wanted to hold back, but couldn't hold it back. Thinking of Jing Can being surrounded by several people and beating him made him angry, so he He frowned and asked, "Have you done anything excessive?"

"Well, always bullying me. As for the excessive things..."

Jing Can frowned, with uncertainty in her tone: "Would it count if they lost their coats, soaked their clothes, and shut them up in the abandoned toilet in the park for one night?"