Goodbye, Mr. Mu

Some bachelor's noodles, of course, cannot be unpalatable at that specific time and place. On the contrary, they are inexplicably sweet, so sweet that Chai Fei completely forgets the flaws in the noodles. Huai Zhang asked for this bowl of noodles.

Of course, Mu Huaizhang was also forced to go to Chai Fei's chef friends every year to improve his cooking skills, and the taste of this bowl of noodles gradually became perfect every year on Chai Fei's birthday.

It's just that Chai Fei didn't know, just like Mu Huaizhang didn't know that such a night was Chai Fei's real birthday.

The date of birth on Chai Fei's ID card was older than his real age. According to his vague memory when he was a child, it was probably because his mother remarried and made some changes in order to let him go to school early.And children always remember their birthdays very clearly. After all, there is only one chance to eat cake every year. For him, it is really impressive.

The only ones who knew about it were him, his mother, and his first boyfriend.

At that time, he was seventeen or eighteen years old. Others were struggling to study, but he was passively dawdling around, thinking about how to attract a little attention in a world where his father didn't love his mother and didn't favor him.

During such a time when it is easy to go astray, he met a person, a person who was completely different from Mu Huaizhang. I don't know what is gentle and what is stable.

He is a person who would drive a heavy locomotive around the city in the middle of the night, making the sound of their motors resound throughout the silent city; he would also wear a raincoat and take him to a music festival on a rainy day. Kissing secretly in the depths of the ups and downs and jumping crowds; even in summer nights, a group of Zhang San Li Si who can't be named by Chai Fei will be called to accompany him to sit by the sea to roast scallops, drink beer, and talk about absurd dreams and impossible visions together.

It is such a person that Chai Fei devoted himself to following his youth. On his real birthday, he gave himself to that person without reservation. He never even thought that after all these years, he would like Mu Huai now. Zhang is such a person.

If that person is Chai Fei's vigor and vigor when he was young, then Mu Huaizhang should be regarded as Chai Fei's mediocrity in the next few decades, but he still misses him...

But since then he has never told anyone that his real birthday is on such a day, even Mu Huaizhang doesn't know, this day seems to have disappeared along with his youth; but only he remembers, it is such a day, He picked up his rose again, brought it back to his own planet, and placed it in an unknown place in his heart.

Chai Fei was lying on the small second floor in the alley, recalling the apology that Mu Huaizhang sent from his ear bone that night, the corner of his mouth unconsciously twitched.

Shy, but sweet.

"Ding Ling——" the bell of the visitor in the store rang.

Originally, there were not many people in the store on Monday afternoon, but Chai Fei still stood up and looked around from the second floor.

Seeing the person he was thinking about just now standing at the front desk in a suit and leather shoes, Chai Fei simply leaned on the railing on the small second floor, leaning on the railing: "Mr. Mu, what do you need?"

"My injuries are all healed, so I'm here to meet Boss Chai."

"When did I say I don't want you to come see me?" Chai Fei frowned.

Mu Huaizhang smiled maliciously, and made a mouth-"on the bed".

Chai Fei shot him a look as he expected, then carried the book down to the first floor: "Why do you get off work so early today? It's not even dark."

"I have something to think about, so I had to come and see you first."

"Other people always mention something when they see me," Chai Fei deliberately made things difficult for him, "What about you? You came here empty-handed."

Mu Huaizhang watched him go to the bookshelf, but he sat on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, spread his hands on the back of the sofa, and said leisurely, "I've brought it. The afternoon wind and the fragrance of flowers at the door, are these enough?"

Chai Fei poked his head out from the bookshelf: "They're all vain things."

"How can you be so stupid?" Mu Huaizhang argued, "Isn't this all romantic stuff?"

Chai Fei knew that he and the lawyer could not argue, so he simply shut up and returned the book in his hand to the shelf.

Mu Huaizhang slightly tilted his head to look at Chai Fei's movements: "What books are you returning, Chai Fei?"

"The Little Prince." Chai Fei came out from the bookshelf, and Mu Huaizhang asked, "You just finished reading it? How long have you been reading it?"

"The roses are all back, so of course I've finished reading."

"What about the part about the little fox?"

"There is no little fox," Chai Fei walked over and sat down next to Mu Huaizhang, "There is an old fox in front of me."

Of course the old fox was happy with the title, bowed his head and kissed the little prince he threw himself into his arms: "Then what do you want to read next?"

Chai Fei slapped the book in his hand on the old fox's lap: "Here."

The old fox looked down at the book, probably a biography, but he didn't know it, so he could only frown: "Akhmatova?"

Chai Fei consciously lay down on his lap, lifted the book up, quickly flipped through a few pages, and passed the page he wanted to show the old fox: "It's a poet. I'm a university professor. That old French man's Dream lover."

"At that time, I had read a few of her poetry collections. After so many years, I only remembered this sentence. When I found it that day, I always felt that I should read it to you."

He held the page high and looked at the chin of the person above his head against the light, the seductive Adam's apple he was familiar with, and the place under the collarbone that he loved to lick lightly. For a moment, he felt that he was showing him the words , just right, very suitable.

"Well," Mu Huaizhang took the book and read it.

Chai Fei followed Mu Huaizhang's gaze and read softly——

"You have been late for many years, but I am still here for your arrival..." The next few unspoken syllables were replaced by the sudden rustling of clothes, and then the four eyes met, lips and teeth intertwined, deeply entangled.

Silent is better than sound.

Moving westward day by day, the amorous people went up to the second floor, leaving the thin pages of books by the sofa.

The wind that broke in by mistake in the afternoon and the fragrance of flowers at the door curiously looked at the words on the pages of the book, and they seemed to be infected for a while and lingered for a long time.

The book says:

You are many years late,

But I'm still glad you're here.

— Akhmatova.