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The anniversary of his death...

Jing Chen said before that her father's death date was very close to her birthday, but it turned out to be very close, it was the same day.

……

Today Jing Chen woke up later than usual, she has not completely recovered from her cold and is very sleepy.

Jing Chen washed up and got ready to eat, at the same time, she checked the news and weather on her phone.Jing Zhen sent her a red envelope, saying that she could go out with her classmates to have fun after the weekend.He has something to do these days, so he can't spend Jing Chen's birthday with him.He also said that it was very cold these days, so she was asked to wear the newly bought thick red down jacket.

Jing Chen accepted the red envelope and replied "Thank you dad".

She clicked on the weather forecast, and a notification popped up at the top of the screen.It turned out that the temperature dropped sharply from today, and it was the coldest few days in this city in decades.

Before leaving, she specially brought a few baby warmers.

Most of Jing Chen's friends have birthdays in the solar calendar, and few young people pay attention to the lunar date, and there will be a mock exam in a few days, so it doesn't matter whether they do Laba or not.

Around five o'clock in the afternoon, the snow suddenly became heavier, and the ground was covered with snowflakes several centimeters thick.Jing Chen and a few classmates were planning to go to the cafeteria for dinner, but it was extremely cold. The hall of the cafeteria was no better than the outside, and their hands holding chopsticks were shaking non-stop.

For some reason, Jing Chenxin's head was grabbed and pulled by one hand, and she was inexplicably depressed.

This feeling lasted until the evening self-study was not over.

On the way home, Jing Chen's footsteps were floating, she reached out and took off the hood of the down jacket, rubbed her temples, and murmured to herself, "Is the cold better yet?"

She looked up at the snowflakes illuminated by the street lamps. She liked them very much, because she was also born in a snowy day.

Jing Chen brushed the snow off her body, regained her senses and continued walking forward.The old man who used to wait for her downstairs hurried over at this time.

"Come on, put your schoolbag upstairs quickly, and follow me to the hospital, the car is already waiting." Her grandfather was not as tall as her, and he staggered over.

Jing Chen coughed twice and asked, "Why did you go to the hospital?"

"Don't ask, you'll know when you arrive."

"Why don't you let me ask? Is there something wrong with my dad?" Usually, she would leave her grandfather far away, but this time she couldn't keep up with this 60-year-old man.

In the past few months, Jing Chen has vaguely sensed the changes in the family. She knew something must have happened to her father, otherwise the whole family would not have traveled to the county so frequently.

"What else can I do, people are gone!" The always heartless old man hammered his hand, the creases on his face were all wrinkled together, he wiped his eyes and continued walking.

... The person was gone, and Jing Zhen died of a sudden cerebral hemorrhage.

How ridiculous, she wore this bright red down jacket to pick up Jing Zhen's body.

……

Yan Chunxi lowered her head slightly, and rubbed the top of Jing Chen's wet hair. I don't know if it was the warm ends of her hair or bitter tears that wet her crystal clear skin.

She put the cake aside, withdrew her hands, and hugged her silent lover tightly, praying that her sincerity could bring some warmth to her in the cold winter.

Jing Chen didn't cry, she was used to the days when she didn't cry or shout when she was in pain.

Now someone tells her with silent companionship and actions: You are not alone, someone likes you.

She deceived herself and was only hypocritical.

Jing Chen sorted out her mood, cleared her throat, turned slightly sideways, noticed the small piece of cake, and asked aloud, "Did you make it?"

"Yeah." Yan Chunxi reached out and grabbed Jing Chen's wet hair, half-embracing her and retreated to the dressing table, taking out the hair dryer.

"I just found out today that your birthday is on the lunar calendar. I thought about preparing for it. I can surprise you when you come back. Now it seems that it was self-defeating."

Jing Chen took her hand that was about to dry her hair from the front, and she leaned over.Yan Chunxi naturally put down the hair dryer first, and let her play with her catkin.

Jing Chen met her starry eyes in the mirror, and rarely showed her heart: "No, I am very happy and I like it very much."

She looked up again at the lake blue overflowing from the ocean lights, which was her favorite color.

"I... just not used to it." After a while, she said again.

Yan Chunxi leaned down slightly, and wrapped her arms around Jing Chen's shoulders from behind. Jing Chen also allowed himself to lean back into her arms, stroking her naturally drooping catkins with one hand.

"With me and you, we will get used to being happy, okay?" Yan Chunxi whispered in her ear, with a bitter and expectant smile on her lips, enlightening her.

Jing Chen turned his head to the side, rubbing against her arms, acquiescing.

The day's emotional changes and ups and downs were huge, and after driving for a long time, Jing Chen couldn't bear it any longer. Under Yan Chunxi's caring care, he dozed off to the sound of the buzzing machine.

Yan Chunxi quietly turned off the hair dryer, put it in the drawer, and put Jing Chen on the bed with almost all her strength. She sighed secretly, pinched her limp arms, she really needed to exercise.

Before she could turn around, Jing Chen vaguely said, half asleep, "Let me have a piece of cake."

Yan Chunxi chuckled, and brought the cake, thinking of feeding her two bites.The man propped himself up a bit, swallowed the cake in one bite, fell asleep completely before licking off the cream from the corners of his lips.

Yan Chunxi laughed, adjusted the angle of the pillow for her, lifted the quilt to the bed, and embraced her.Get close to the face that is usually cold, but now looks like a child.

Yan Chunxi looked at it like this for a long time, then leaned over to hold those lips, and after tasting it for a while, stretched out the tip of her tongue to snatch the sweetness.

"Good night."

The next afternoon, it was Yan Chunxi who finished work early again. She walked to the subway station alone, warmed her hands with her breath, and sent Jing Chen a message while waiting for the subway.

[Yan Chunxi: I'm getting ready to go home, what do you want to eat tonight? 】

Jing Chen replied: "I have to work overtime, crying.jpg"

Yan Chunxi smiled, found an empty seat in the carriage and sat down, and continued: "Then I will reward you with something delicious."

[Jing Chen: Looking forward to it!By the way, the birthday present Qin Xue sent me seems to be in the security room, see if you can take it home, otherwise it will be too late when I get off work. 】

[Yan Chunxi: Good. 】

Yan Chunxi bought some fruits, eggs and fresh milk in the supermarket outside the community, and was going to make some egg tarts.Jing Chen, a picky eater, doesn't like drinking milk, but likes most dairy products.

Afterwards, they went to the security room again. The box that Tan Xue sent looked big, but it wasn't particularly heavy.

When she got home, she processed the ingredients for dinner first, put the soup on, and then started to prepare the egg liquid, planning to bake the egg tart first.

Constantly dragging his increasingly plump body, he jumped onto the cooking table, scratching the fresh milk box non-stop.

"Little greedy cat, this is not for you to drink, go play with it." Yan Chunxi hugged it to the ground, gave it a fish-shaped toy, and threw it to the living room.

Constant ran over with bright eyes, came back full of disappointment, threw the toy to her again, and kept scratching her trousers to express his dissatisfaction.

Meow--

Yan Chunxi shook her head and sighed, squatted down, and tapped its nose: "Be good for a while, I will let you eat fish next week, okay?"

Chang Chang stretched out and patted her hand to express his agreement, and immediately accompanied her in the kitchen with his toy in his mouth.

……

Yan Chunxi had set the table and chopsticks, just in time for Jing Chen to walk in the door beating his waist wearily.

Yan Chunxi dried the soup in advance, and took out some spare ribs. She lowered her head to serve the rice for a while, not noticing the pain on Jing Chen's face.At the table, Jing Chen didn't take a few mouthfuls of food, and from time to time, he raised his head, thumped his waist, or moved his shoulders.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Yan Chunxi frowned and asked her with concern.

Jing Chen shrugged his shoulders again and replied, "I'm just a little tired, especially my shoulders and waist, I can't sit still."

"You guys have been working for too long, sitting for a whole day, and no one can stand it." Yan Chunxi lowered her head and sipped the last sip of soup in the bowl, and said, "I'll give you a massage after dinner. Let's go to bed early today." She While talking, he put down his chopsticks, went to Jing Chen and squatted down, stretched his hand to her lower back, pressed up along the lumbar spine, and asked, "Is this here?"

Jing Chen didn't expect that Yan Chunxi would directly put down her chopsticks and come over to help her press her waist. She dodged slightly and replied with some embarrassment: "It's okay, let's talk about it after dinner."

Yan Chunxi made a small face, looked at her expressionlessly, stretched out five fingers and continued to press the side.

Jing Chen conceded defeat, straightened his waist, and suppressed his voice when Yan Chunxi pressed the painful spot for the first time: "Yes, it is here."

"Then you eat first, I'll get you a pillow, and I'll press it for you after eating."

……

After the meal, Jing Chen grabbed the hem of the shirt with both hands, took it off stiffly, and lay down on the sofa with a pillow in his arms.

Yan Chunxi washed her hands with warm water, and carefully massaged Jing Chen's back.The smooth and firm back was exposed in front of her eyes, Yan Chunxi put his palms on her, and pressed on her lumbar spine, neck and shoulders.One time when she slid up the spine, a pale pink protrusion on the side of Jing Chen's butterfly bone pierced her eyelids.

Even though the color is very light, it is so noticeable in the snow muscle, that is the color of the scar fade.

Then she pressed her hands on her shoulders, her body was too stiff, and almost every time she pressed it, she would make that kind of "crackling" sound.

"Why are you so hard?" Yan Chunxi teased her with a smile, but then discussed with her with concern: "Should we massage regularly, I'm afraid your cervical spine is not good, and the pain will be more frequent."

"It's okay, my body has been very hard since I was a child." Jing Chen raised her face buried in her arm, Yan Chunxi didn't press it hard, she felt strange because she was stiff and not used to massage.

Yan Chunxi originally wanted to put medicine patches on her, but she gave up at the thought of taking a bath at night.

Jing Chen said that she wanted to see what Tan Xue had sent her.Yan Chunxi let her continue to lie on her stomach, moved the boxes by herself, and after getting Jing Chen's permission, she took them apart one by one in front of her eyes.

There are several boxes of chocolates and red wine, as well as some figurines of Jing Chen's favorite characters, and the last one is a small box with the words "Jing Chen's Kiss".

Yan Chunxi held the box in front of her eyes and asked, "Open it yourself, it might be a surprise."

Jing Chen put down the figurine in his hand, and opened the box in doubt: "It's probably tricky again, like a bloody hand popped out or something."

Yan Chunxi watched gently in front of her, with anticipation in her eyes, but the things scattered in the box made her face turn red suddenly, and she even closed her ears.

The box was very strange, so Jing Chenjin didn't do it right, tore the box, and scattered all the small boxes in it.

It's full of... all fingertips.