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The two walked aimlessly in the cold wind for a few laps. Even though they were holding on to the heat of joy in their hearts, Ruan Jing finally couldn't stand the cold, so Qin Xijue must be no better.

But he finally met Qin Xijue, and he was still unwilling to go home. After discussing it, the two decided to go back to Qin Xijue's house to avoid the wind.

They entered the yard in the cold, Qin Xijue went to park his bicycle, Ruan Jing wandered around the yard waiting for him, and found a box on the mailbox at a glance.

He leaned over to take a look, and saw that the package looked like a cake box: "Mr. Qin, you still ordered a cake?"

Qin Xijue came over, also a little strange: "I didn't order it."

Ruan Jing looked around strangely, but did not find any unknown creatures such as Santa Claus: "Could it be that Santa Claus delivered it on a sloth and didn't arrive until New Year's Eve?"

Qin Xijue: "..." What's in Ruan Jing's little head?

The box lying quietly on the mailbox was not big, and the packaging was inexplicably familiar. There was a card pressed on the ribbon tied to the box. Qin Xijue gently pulled it out to take a look, and the faint light of the street lamp shone on a line of words——

Xijue, happy birthday.

Seeing this address, Qin Xijue was taken aback for a moment, and his eyes moved down. The name of the inscription made his mind go blank for a while.

That was the father's name.

Ruan Jing found that Qin Xijue's expression was not right, and when he looked at the card, he also guessed the person who signed it, so he couldn't help but feel puzzled.He saw Qin Xijue take out his mobile phone, and called back according to the store's contact information on the card.

The service attitude of the cake shop is very good. Even on New Year's Eve, it was quickly connected after a few rings.

Qin Xijue asked about the cake, and after explaining the reason, there was only a simple answer.He lowered his head slightly, unable to see the expression on his face hidden in the darkness.

The call ended quickly.

Qin Xijue mentioned the cake, led Ruan Jing to the room, and explained: "...every year in the past, my father would order a cake from this store. ..." Qin Xijue paused, before continuing, "Every year's cake for the rest of my life."

But this year, Qin's father couldn't get through on the phone, and the people in the cake shop couldn't find the consignee, so they had to send the things to the address in previous years first.

Ruan Jing was surprised. He looked at Qin Xijue's unpredictable back, wondering what Qin's father was thinking when he renewed the money, maybe he would be sad and not be able to grow up with his son.

But now the young man who is walking ahead holds this once-a-year wish, but he will never see the person who sent it again.

Ruan Jing sensed that Qin Xijue's mood was getting low, so he couldn't help walking a few steps forward, standing side by side with him, and teasing him with a smile: "That's just right, I also got some snacks from my brother, it's enough for a party .”

Qin Xijue couldn't help turning his head to look at him, and laughed silently.

However, when the two of them entered the room, Qin Xijue pressed the switch a few times but failed to turn on the light, only to realize that there was no electricity.

Troubleshooting and other reasons, he remembered, probably because he was busy at the bar recently, rarely came back, and forgot to pay the electricity bill.

There is no way to continue now.

Ruan Jing was a little amused, and felt that staying with Qin Xijue would make him feel good no matter what happened: "It doesn't matter, don't we still have birthday candles, cell phone flashlights are fine too."

Qin Xijue is even less particular. At this point in time, the only demand for electricity is lighting.So he carried the cake and led the people directly to the bedroom on the second floor.

The two sat down at the small table, the curtains were drawn, and thin moonlight came in.Ruan Jing took out all the snacks, and carefully brought out the cake and put it on the table.

The cake is for two people, not big, but very delicate, with a touch of sweetness and fruity fragrance lingering on the nose.

Ruan Jing inserted the numbered candle, and the lighter in Qin Xijue's hand flicked on, and the candle was lit with a small flame.

The whole body of the two of them was just shrouded in this small soft light cage.

Ruan Jing's eyes were a little brightened by the candle, he smiled at Qin Xijue: "Quickly make a wish."

Hearing this process, Qin Xijue was stunned.

In the past, birthday cakes were eaten directly without even lighting candles.As for his wish, he will get whatever he wants with his own efforts. Since he was very young, he no longer relies on this kind of method to get anything.

Looking at Ruan Jing's expectant eyes, he was a little embarrassed for a while.

Seeing this, Ruan Jing understood a little bit, and wondered if there were no worldly desires in the big brother's world. In order to meet the situation, he coughed: "You don't have anything... Is it a wish that can only be fulfilled by metaphysics?"

When he finished speaking, Qin Xijue looked at his face, thought for a while, then shifted his eyes to the candle for a moment, and then said a little unnaturally: "...it's a promise."

Ruan Jing laughed, picked up the plastic knife and fork and waved it in a small arc, directing the next process: "Blow it."

Qin Xijue leaned over and blew.

The house was plunged into darkness again.

Qin Xijue put the candle that completed the mission on an apple beside him, and went to work again for lighting.

Since it is a birthday party, the atmosphere should not be too dull.

Qin Xijue divided the cake, and Ruan Jing took out his mobile phone and suggested, "Do you want to watch something, Teacher Qin?" Ruan Jing thought about the birthday protagonist's preferences, and gave a plan, "Documentary?"

"..." Qin Xijue thought to himself, there is no need to be so serious, and he distributed some more fruits of the cake to Ruan Jing, "I can find anyone you want to see."

Ruan Jing was also polite, and couldn't wait to click on the episode he was chasing.

Fortunately, the style of this show is relaxed and the plot is interesting. Even if Qin Xijue starts watching from the middle, he can still feel the joy of the story together.

The two ate cakes and snacks, and chatted a few words about the plot and art settings from time to time.

On winter nights, the darkness of the whole room cannot invade the warm world shrouded in candlelight. The atmosphere in front of the low table is relaxed and lazy, like non-greasy butter, a little sweet, time flows slowly, low Loud conversation and laughter spilled into the night.

The drama soon caught up, and the cakes and snacks were almost eaten.

Qin Xijue looked at the time, it was already eleven o'clock, very late.It is already the best birthday present for Ruan Jing to come to accompany him tonight, and if he wants to be greedy again, he will push an inch.

The two were silent for a moment, Qin Xijue still spoke: "Shall I take you back?"

When it came to going home, the part of Ruan Jing's heart that had just been filled showed signs of cracking again, and there was some resistance.He has been working day and night for the past few days, and it's the New Year's Eve, so why not just reward him as he pleases.

He pointed to the pair of fur slippers that were placed by the door, which he didn't have time to change when he ran out, and he was very serious.

"I put on all my belongings before going to bed, and you want me to go back?"

Qin Xijue was taken aback for a moment, and looked at his bear-headed slippers for no apparent reason.

Ruan Jing immediately lay back on the blanket and pretended not to get up.

"Give me half of the bed."

The voice fell, Ruan Jing didn't hear Qin Xijue's words, the room was silent for a few seconds, he couldn't help but glance at the person.

Qin Xijue's figure was against the candlelight, and his posture was still looking down at him, as if he had turned into a statue with only a furry golden outline.

Only then did Qin Xijue realize that he had been speechless for too long, and he said as if he was afraid of people's repentance: "...I'm going to find a new toothbrush towel," he paused, "Auntie..."

Seeing that the other party had no objection, Ruan Jing immediately dialed the phone in his voice, and told Lin Rong that he would stay at Qin Xijue's house for one night. Lin Rong repeatedly told her not to make too much noise on New Year's Eve and disturb others' sleep, so she agreed.

Thinking that the night they spent together was still long, Ruan Jing glanced at Qin Xijue happily, then remembered something, dragged his schoolbag over, fumbled for a long time, took out a red envelope, and handed it to Qin Xijue.

Ruan Jing: "My mother gave it to you."

Lin Rong gave it to him a few days ago, and asked him to find time for Qin Xijue, but they were both busy and had no chance to meet each other.

Qin Xijue was taken aback, and just about to decline, Ruan Jing Youyou quoted his mother's words: "My mother said that for those who celebrate the Chinese New Year, you can't refuse the gift from the elders. This is a lucky draw."

Qin Xijue watched Ruan Jing wink at him, so he had no choice but to take it.

Qin Xijue thanked him, held the red envelope and looked at it for a while, then suddenly spoke in a soft voice.

"Ruan Jing, can you... do me a favor."

Qin Xijue rarely called him so seriously, Ruan Jing looked over carefully, Qin Xijue looked serious and serious.

Ruan Jing suddenly felt that rolling around on the blanket was too foolish, so he straightened up: "Say it, don't be so polite."

Qin Xijue hesitated in a rare way: "I want to see the relics left by my father, can you accompany me?"

Ruan Jing knew the reason for the inexplicable seriousness of this request. After his father left, those things must have been placed in places Qin Xijue didn't dare to touch, and he didn't want to think about them.

Ruan Jing restrained the indifference on his face, and nodded earnestly. Afraid that Qin Xijue would not see him, he hurriedly said, "Of course, that... can I see it too?"

Qin Xijue slightly bent his lips, and said in a low voice, "Yes."

After he finished speaking, he asked Ruan Jing to wait for him here, then turned around and went up to the third floor, probably to his father's bedroom.

Ruan Jing turned around and cleaned up the things on the small table, leaving a space, and Qin Xijue also came down with a box.

Qin Xijue put the box gently on the table, knelt down and looked at it with a gentle expression, as if mentioning a soft old dream that was cherished in his heart.

"This box is the first gift my father gave to my mother, and he made it himself."

Ruan Jing looked at the box carefully, and the more he looked at it, the more he was amazed. The wood of the box was warm and dark, and it looked a bit heavy. It was old, but it was well protected and there was no damage from bumps.The delicate and complicated dark patterns on the box body spread under the candlelight, just put it there, like an elegant beauty sitting quietly.

In an era when the pace of communication and life is not so fast, people always like to spend time and thought for the person they love, polish and make gifts with their own hands, or write a letter stroke by stroke, pouring the slow and long time into it with their hearts , Let these items become every "memorable" between the two.

Ruan Jing was fascinated. He didn't expect Qin's father to have such skills. He sincerely praised: "Uncle's craftsmanship is really good."

Qin Xijue also stared at the box for a long time, it was something he had been thinking about and dared not touch.

He made the difficult decision to keep the house and make money by himself, but he couldn't make up his mind to open the box.

No one is born strong. During that time, he had no choice but to act according to his own plan step by step, sometimes forcing himself to forget the pain, and sometimes using pain to force himself to wake up from the chaos.

He must live on.He also knew that this period of time would eventually pass.

But this box is closed to the flood that will destroy the defense line. If it comes out in full force, it will throw away the strength he has built so hard.

But tonight, when he thought of this box, he suddenly felt less afraid.

Maybe it's because too much time has passed, and his armor is harder than it was then, maybe it's the presence of this person around him that makes him feel that it's the "best time" to open the box.

Qin Xijue slowly let go of his tensely clenched hands, and began to dial the old combination lock. The lock cylinder, which had been sleeping for many years, made a small sound in the quiet room, and each stroke tightened the heartstrings of the two of them.

The box opened in response.

Ruan Jing held his breath and approached, and looked at the box with Qin Xijue.

Inside the box were some items that Qin's father had treasured during his lifetime, a photo album full of the whole family, women's accessories and a ring, Qin's father's gold-rimmed glasses, and a letter.

Qin Xijue took out the items one by one, looking at each item for a long time, as if what his fingertips touched was the memory sealed in the item.

Finally, here comes the letter.

Ruan Jing thought to himself what could this be, a love letter from Qin's father to Qin's mother?It was also a letter from Qin's father to Qin Xijue.

No matter what, Ruan Jing always felt that it was not good to look at it cheekily, so he retreated a little bit wisely.

Qin Xijue stared at the letter for a long time before opening it solemnly——

Take out a bank card and a note from it.

On the note, there was a line of scrawled ink under the candlelight, with a few strokes glowing slightly, and it was a line of words somewhat similar to Qin Xijue's handwriting——

To son, this is a sum of money left for you if you did not choose to sell the house.

A simple sentence made Ruan Jing's eyes widen suddenly, his heart trembled violently, and a strong emotion rushed up, almost making his eyes ache.

He immediately looked at Qin Xijue.

Qin Xijue was still staring at the note, reading it over and over again, but his fingers trembled almost imperceptibly. Ruan Jing didn't know if it was the illusion of candlelight, but he saw some crystal reflections in Qin Xijue's eyes.

Ruan Jing's heart was so sore that he silently approached Qin Xijue, stretched out his hand to hold his wrist, and silently accompanied him.

A few minutes later, Qin Xijue put away his things again.

Neither of them spoke.

Ruan Jing kept his eyes on him for a moment, keenly aware that he was completely immersed in emotion.

The candle is almost burnt out.

Qin Xijue regained his senses a little, and took Ruan Jing to wash up, but it could be seen that most of the spirits still hadn't returned.

Ruan Jing followed without making a sound. After a while, he finally couldn't stand it any longer and hurriedly stopped Qin Xijue from squeezing facial cleanser on his toothbrush.

After washing up, Qin Xijue locked the door, and the two climbed into bed.

Ruan Jing nestled under the quilt, touched the bed under him, thinking that the two of them had slept in all the beds that belonged to them.

Qin Xijue's bed was bigger than Ruan Jing's, and also bigger than the one in the bar dormitory, no matter how the two turned over, they didn't feel crowded, but Qin Xijue was too silent, Ruan Jing was a little worried, so he couldn't help but quietly moved towards him A little bit.

The night was very quiet, such a rare time, Ruan Jing couldn't bear to just fall asleep like this, and didn't dare to turn over frequently, for fear of disturbing Qin Xijue, so he quietly looked at the ceiling.

Unexpectedly, Qin Xijue was not asleep either, he suddenly spoke softly.

"Actually, my father and I don't get along as well as other families do."

Ruan Jing was taken aback, seeing that Qin Xijue planned to talk at night, he quickly turned over and put his elbows on the pillow. He didn't answer, but just looked at Qin Xijue quietly, waiting for him to continue.

Qin Xijue glanced at him, thought for a while, and explained: "Our personalities...are almost the same."

It was indeed not very good, Ruan Jing couldn't help but smiled slightly.

Hearing the responses from the people around him, Qin Xijue also curled his lips slightly, and his tone relaxed a lot.

"When my mother was still there, the family got along very easily... After that, it was only me and him. He was busy with the company, and I gradually grew up, and there were no topics to talk about."

It is always said that children who love to cry have sweets. Qin Xijue was a worry-free child since he was a child.

Serious and concise, and no gossip.

Until the day when his father finally revealed his condition, Qin Xijue was so bewildered that he forgot to reply, and his father didn't say much. After dinner, he left home as usual as if the meeting was over.

Only Qin Xijue was left sitting where he was, he had long forgotten how to cry, and sat until dark.

He always thought it was too long.

Later, he didn't give up, frantically consulted many doctors, and repeatedly read the materials that were so jarring, until he had to accept this fact.

They got along very stiffly, even in the last days.

It wasn't until the last moment that he remembered that he hadn't gotten along with his father well, let alone understood him well.

He thought his father treated him the same way.

But this letter made him suddenly understand that his father knew him too well.

Give him a choice, and anticipate his choice.

It took him a long time to understand, he always thought he was growing up alone... It turns out that love has always surrounded him, although it is blunt, it has never left.

Ruan Jing slowly figured out Qin Xijue's emotions from Qin Xijue's unfinished words, and realized that Qin Xijue called Qin's mother "mother", but Qin's father was "father" with a sense of respect. reason.

From asking Qin Xijue to sell the house, to cakes and bank cards... Although the deceased is gone, Qin Xijue now realizes that he was never alone.

This birthday gift meant too much to Qin Xijue, Ruan Jing thought, if he were him, would he be more sad or relieved at this moment?

Ruan Jing also knew that when Qin Xijue said these words, he didn't need to answer. The young man was already able to digest his emotions with ease, so he just needed to be with him as Qin Xijue said.

The night was getting darker, Qin Xijue was still thinking about something, and he didn't look sleepy.

Ruan Jingchu's arms were sore and he couldn't help moving.

The atmosphere tonight was just right, the moonlight was fair, and the quilt that wrapped the two of them was warm and comfortable, so he decided to continue this night talk.

Ruan Jing softly recalled Qin Xijue's thoughts: "Hey, I haven't told you about my stepdad yet."

Qin Xijue looked at him when he heard the words, showing a rare expression of shock. He really didn't realize that Ruan Jing's family was actually a reorganized family.

Ruan Jingsheng has a transparent and cheerful personality. He always thought that he should grow up in a happy family to have so much sunshine.

Ruan Jing smiled when he saw this, and told Qin Xijue about the chicken feathers in his house since he was a child.

Qin Xijue could hear it fascinated, so the person beside him grew up in this way.

Ruan Jing saw the complex look in Qin Xijue's eyes, and laughed indifferently: "Actually, when there is trouble, the anger returns to the air, but after thinking about it, it's just that I don't want to blend in."

Ruan Jing knew a lot of things. For example, after Zhao Jie entered his room and made a fuss, Zhao Bin repaired the glued figure. Afterwards, he saw the unwashed superglue on Zhao Bin's fingers while eating.

Qin Xijue shook his head: "This is the reaction of a normal person, you don't have to be too harsh on yourself."

Ruan Jing lowered his head slightly, those thoughts that he didn't dare to linger in his heart for too long could not help admitting softly to Qin Xijue at this moment: "I know that I am losing my temper, I just feel...no one can completely belong to Me, and so is my mother."

After he finished speaking, he remembered that Qin Xijue had lost everything, and he couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

He glanced at Qin Xijue, who was lying on his back and looked at him silently, as if he was thinking of words of comfort, his hair lay softly on the pillow, and his heart suddenly softened.

In a strange way, he softened his voice: "Qin Xijue, I don't know how long the relationship between friends can last at most. Lin Bai and I have known each other since junior high school...the relationship is still very good..." Ruan Jing worked hard Trying to phrase it, lest I express it clearly enough, "I mean, I can't guarantee that I can help you every favor, but if you need it, I can always be with you."

Qin Xijue felt that he had been silent for a long time before he found his voice, but it was a little hoarse: "...always?"

"Yeah!" Ruan Jing laughed and nodded firmly. The idea just started, and he started to plan logically, "Look, even if my two universities are not together, you can come to the city of my university for a tour, and I can too. I went to find you, you are so good, there must be more and better choices... and we still have vacations, my two families are not far away, and we can still make appointments to play together."

Ruan Jing planned carefully and looked forward to it very much. As he talked, he always felt that such a life was very good, but he always felt that it was almost meaningless.

Such thoughts often appear when thinking of Qin Xijue recently.Just like tonight, I miss it when I don't see it, but I feel normal when I see it, as if the two of them should be like this, but there is almost something.

Ruan Jing smashed it for a long time, so he had no choice but to ignore those vague thoughts.

"Qin Xijue, I have a hunch that we will all be better next year."

Qin Xijue looked at him and laughed: "It's fine now."

Qin Xijue heard that Ruan Jing had planned him into his life, and he realized that he had regretted it.

He used to think that being friends with this person was good enough, and as for that vague goodwill, let's not delve into it any further.

However, after the holidays, he started not seeing this person, and missing him would pop up from time to time, even disrupting his daily life.

Afraid of disturbing the person who has entered the state of ecstasy, he can only look at the paintings sent by this person repeatedly.

Until we get along tonight, my heart is full.

He admits that it is impossible for him not to be greedy, and just being content with the status quo can no longer satisfy him.

Those vague concerns, feelings that hesitantly and couldn't help touching, all fell to the ground one by one. Qin Xijue can be sure at this moment that he just likes this person.

Different from friends, I want to be alone and touch more likes.

It's not because Ruan Jing is smart and he works hard, nor is it because he treats himself well.

It's not a habit, and it's not that I want to get something from him that I don't have.

It is because of the appearance of this person that every festival and even every day is endowed with other meanings to everything.

It is also because of the significance of this person to him that he becomes a unique existence in this world in his heart.

Lu Song always said that there was nothing Qin Xijue couldn't do, but in this person, it happened that the more he wanted to get closer, the less he dared to move forward.

But if you want something, you have to try your best.

Ruan Jing was deep in his thoughts, and didn't notice the way Qin Xijue looked at him.

His arm was so sore that he couldn't support it anymore, and he felt drowsy, so he finally lay down, turned over, and shrank himself under the quilt.

Sleepy and fuzzy, his thoughts still haven't calmed down, he thought of the endless things to do after the Spring Festival, and suddenly felt a little tired.But at the moment it was so comfortable, he felt that it was too wasteful to struggle with it.The body moved unconsciously towards the body temperature of the people around him.

Leaving tomorrow, I won't see Qin Xijue again, and I feel a little depressed.

His thoughts ran wild, thinking that this feeling is similar to going out for dinner with big guys, and at the end of the meal, no matter how much fun the game is, the game will always end.

Everyone has to go back to their own homes, just like each has its own way home.

After the breakup, there was only deserted, and compared with the previous bustling, the feeling was uncomfortable.

Ruan Jing was half asleep and half awake, and said something in a low voice without beginning or end: "...Actually, I really don't like when the banquet is over..."

Whether it's with everyone, or with Qin Xijue.

Qin Xijue heard it, and he turned sideways in the dark night.

The person curled up facing him had already fallen asleep, he reached out his hand softly, gently picked up a lock of hair hanging on the forehead of that person, rubbed it with his fingertips, and replied in a low voice.

"Then I'll have another drink with you."

The author has something to say:

The first volume is over.

This is the first time I have written a long story, and I am reviewing it as I write it. There are still many areas for improvement. Thanks to my friends who have been reading this qwq

We will continue to work hard in the future!