I hope to return to the country

In fact, Le Zhiyu doesn't like celebrating birthdays.

In the past, when he was in Wuyou Valley, Mrs. Yang would make his birthday grand every time.

All kinds of antiques, calligraphy and paintings, gold, silver and jade wares were given to him as presents like heaps of mountains and seas, jade liquid and fine wine, and delicacies were also placed in front of him like a torrent of water, even if it was the emperor's old son's birthday, it would not be like him. Great pomp and wealth.

The eyes are full of flowers, and the ears are full of flattery and congratulations. If it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that I will be satisfied and ecstatic to enjoy it.

The more Coke Zhiyu got to this time, the more bored and lonely he felt.

So what if it is extravagant and extravagant?He can only show it to the servants and guards of Wuyou Valley. He has neither friends to visit nor guests to eat. He is still deserted and lonely.

This is simply to sprinkle salt on his sore spots, reminding him that he can only be locked in this gorgeous cage forever, and he will never be able to fly out.

But not now.

He finally flew out of the cage, and today is his first birthday outside.

There is no house full of gold and jade, no delicacies from mountains and seas, only a group of children are noisy around him, sprinkle flower petals for him, give him bamboo dragonflies made by himself, eat birthday noodles upside down around him, and follow him happily I ran to the street corner and crowded into the crowd to watch the wonderful juggling show. Everyone cheered loudly and slapped their hands hard.

It's so simple, yet so lively, it's the first time for Le Zhiyu to experience the joy of celebrating his birthday. There is no worries and troubles, only happiness and satisfaction.

Of course, it would be even better if brother Qin was there.

As the sun sets, a new moon rises slowly and quietly climbs to the top of the willow tree.

After waiting left and right, Qin Zhiyi didn't come back, Le Zhiyu couldn't sit still in the room, so he simply moved all the paper, ink, brush and inkstone to the stone table in the yard, lit an oil lamp to illuminate it, and practiced calligraphy while keeping watch. open the door.

The stars are twinkling and the breeze is refreshing. In this natural and open environment, it is not interesting to practice calligraphy.

Le Zhiyu was still paying attention to the movement at the gate of the courtyard at first, but after getting better and better, he was completely immersed in the ink rhyme of the brush, and he didn't even notice that someone walked up behind him and stood still.

"I'm making rapid progress."

A pleasant voice with a slight smile rang in his ears, and then a slender hand reached out and took away a stack of papers full of words from the table.

"So many, have you written for a long time?"

It's Brother Qin's voice, he's back!

Le Zhiyu's eyes suddenly burst into light, he hurriedly got up and turned his head, but when he saw Qin Zhiyi, he froze for a moment.

Different from the cold and solemn dress that he always wore in the past, Qin Zhiyi is completely white today, light and noble. Under the light of the moonlight and candlelight, he is really like a modest gentleman of Zhilan Yushu. Let Le Zhiyu see My heart was beating wildly with a "thump".

Why did Brother Qin look even better after not seeing him for a day...

He couldn't hold back his distraction, opened his arms and threw himself into Qin Zhiyi's arms, wrapping his thin and straight back tightly.

"Brother Qin, do you smell anything?"

Le Zhiyu buried his face in Qin Zhiyi's skirt, sniffed carefully, and indeed he smelled a faint faint fragrance that lingered on the tip of his nose and lingered for a long time.

Qin Zhiyi has never been a person who knows how to use incense to fumigate clothes, this smell can only be acquired from the outside.

Even though he knew it was impossible, Le Zhiyu still raised his brows, deliberately raised his chin and looked at him with displeasure.

"Brother Qin, are you going out to drink flower wine today?"

"What are you thinking about?"

The corners of Qin Zhiyi's mouth curled slightly, he hugged Le Zhiyu back, and pinched the soft flesh on his cheek.

"Have you never been to a temple? This is the smell of incense there."

Le Zhiyu has never been to a temple or a Taoist temple. Mrs. Yang hates mentioning Le family's ancestors and homeland, so naturally she will not hold any ceremony of burning incense and offering sacrifices to ancestors. This is the first time Le Zhiyu knows about the book. What is the "smell of incense" written on it?

"It smells good..."

As if wanting to infect himself with this scent, Le Zhiyu rubbed against Qin Zhiyi's clothes like a cat, and asked again casually.

"Brother Qin, what are you doing in the temple?"

Qin Zhiyi didn't answer him right away, after a while of silence, he just said lightly: "It's nothing, just walk around."

Seeing that Qin Zhiyi didn't seem to want to say more, Le Zhiyu stopped asking, and chatted about other things with great interest.

"Brother Qin, I have written so many words today, please taste them quickly, which one is the best?"

Qin Zhiyi had a slight smile in his eyes, and his tone was very gentle and tolerant.

"Of course everyone is fine."

"Oh, brother Qin, you're just trying to fool me, I want to hear the truth..."

Before Le Zhiyu could finish complaining, Qin Zhiyi brought the stack of papers in front of his eyes, and tapped somewhere on it with his fingertips, with a meaningful tone.

"The best one is this Qin character, painted with iron and silver hooks, full of pen and ink, which shows the hard work of the person who wrote it."

These words hit Le Zhiyu's mind. When he wrote Qin characters, he was indeed more serious than other characters, pouring more secret emotions into it.

But being pointed out by Qin Zhiyi in person like this, he felt embarrassed again, and even the roots of his ears started to feel hot. He snatched the paper from Qin Zhiyi's hand and put it back on the table as if trying to escape, and pulled his arm. Just drag it elsewhere.

"Don't watch this anymore, let's go, Brother Qin, I have a surprise for you!"

Qin Zhi also let him pull and walked forward quickly, and asked, "What surprise?"

Le Zhiyu didn't answer, turned around and winked mischievously at him.

"You'll know when you go."

Half an hour later, when Qin Zhiyi was sitting outside the kitchen, looking at the steaming bowl of noodle soup in front of him, he was slightly taken aback.

"This is?"

"Shou noodles!"

Le Zhiyu was still wearing an apron around his waist, and sat down affectionately next to him, pointing to the bowl of noodles of different thicknesses, and said to Qin Zhiyi quite proudly: "This is what I learned from the cook today. After cooking for a long time, I knead the noodles with my own hands, and even the soup base is made by me, do you want to taste it quickly?"

Qin Zhiyi's reaction was a bit different from Le Zhiyu's imagination.

He didn't smile, didn't praise, and didn't even reach out to rub Le Zhiyu's hair as usual to encourage him. He just sat quietly and looked at the bowl of noodles, as if he was caught in some memory, not to mention his expression. No, not even a word.

"Brother Qin?"

Le Zhiyu originally wanted to share the happiness of his next birthday with him, and came here to ask for credit for praise, but he never expected this scene, the mood that was so excited just now suddenly sank down, and even his voice became quieter .

"You, don't you like noodles? Then don't force it, there are other foods in the kitchen, I'll get them for you..."

"No dislike."

Qin Zhi also pressed the back of Le Zhiyu's hand, preventing him from getting up and leaving.

"I'm just a little surprised, how do you know today is my birthday?"

"Your birthday?"

Le Zhiyu suddenly opened his eyes wide, surprised.

"I don't know, today is my birthday, so I will..."

Halfway through his speech, he seemed to realize something, and became happy again, smiling at Qin Zhiyi as sweet as eating honey.

"So I was born on the same day as you? Isn't this a predestined fate!"

"Today is also your birthday?"

Qin Zhi was also surprised for a moment, he didn't know what he thought of, his expression was a little complicated, and he squeezed the hand holding Le Zhiyu a little harder.

"You should have told me earlier, I didn't even prepare anything for your birthday..."

Le Zhiyu shook his head indifferently.

"It's okay, I forgot about it myself, it was Su Yi and the others who reminded me, I don't need anything outside of me, as long as Brother Qin is willing to taste the noodles I made, it's my birthday, okay? ?”

Qin Zhi also looked into his shining eyes, and the expression on his face softened a lot. After a moment, he nodded.

"it is good."

Le Zhiyu became more and more happy, watched Qin Zhiyi take a bite with his chopsticks, and hurriedly asked.

"How, how? Is it delicious? Is it a bit salty?"

"Not salty."

Qin Zhi also raised his eyes to look at him, with an approving smile on the corner of his mouth.

"It's delicious, I didn't expect you to be so talented in cooking."

"Really?"

Le Zhiyu's happy eyes curled up with a smile.

"Since you say it's delicious, you have to eat all of it, or you're lying to me."

Qin Zhi also readily agreed, and didn't mean to be reluctant. He really just ate the whole bowl of birthday noodles that were obviously not good in appearance, and even drank the soup.

Such support, for Le Zhiyu, is the best birthday gift Qin Zhiyi gave him.

"Brother Qin, did someone in your family make birthday noodles for you on your birthday?"

Le Zhiyu asked the question casually, but immediately regretted it as soon as he asked.

He remembered that it was written in the pamphlet that Ning Yuancheng had a dead wife before, and he might have made birthday noodles for him. Isn't he the one who doesn't open the pot?

"Have."

Qin Zhi also lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "It's just that I haven't eaten for a long time."

Haven't eaten yet?If people are gone, of course they won’t be able to eat...

When his eyes fell on Qin Zhiyi's plain white clothes, and he remembered that he said he went to the temple today, Le Zhiyu suddenly realized.

Could it be that today is the anniversary of the death of Ning Yuancheng's late wife?That's why he wanted to hide out and remember the old man in the temple?

For some reason, Le Zhiyu's mood fell from a high altitude to the bottom in an instant.

He knew that he couldn't be angry, but he should be moved by "Ning Yuancheng"'s deep affection, and then be considerate and magnanimous to comfort him with soft words, taking this opportunity in exchange for Ning Yuancheng's greater affection for him.

But he can't.

There was a kind of unreasonable sourness and boredom in his heart, which made Le Zhiyu not want to sit down even for a moment.

"I'm a little tired, I'm going to sleep first."