Xia Lang

There was even a feeling of fullness in my heart.

He put on the black cotton slippers of the same style as the young man's feet, and put the gift on the sofa, "Well, why did you come back so early?"

"Have a half-day leave."

The approaching Song Linju brushed off the fine snow from the man's shoulders, "Is it snowing outside?"

Li Zhaozhuo said casually, "Well, it's quite big."

Song Linju wanted to say something, but was kissed eagerly by the man who came up to him.

The man in Mizusawa's tut tut pulled out the shirt he had pressed into the belt, and stretched his rough palm in from the hem of the shirt, stroking and rubbing it ambiguously. With the palms down, he tilted his head back slightly, and forcibly ended the fiery kiss.

"Okay, let's eat first."

Tonight can't just be so ridiculous.

Li Zhaozhuo, who was glanced at by someone, stopped with a chuckle, only pecked his gorgeous red lips for the last time, then honestly walked in with Song Linju in his arms, and said in a doting tone: "Okay, okay, tonight Listen to Teacher Song."

Anyway, the night is still long, the more attractive the gift, the more slowly it should be unwrapped.

Li Zhaozhuo, who entered the restaurant, raised his eyebrows in surprise.

There is nothing surprising about the cakes on the dining table, but Li Zhaozhuo felt a little strange thinking that Song Linju personally arranged the table filled with baby's breath and sunflowers, candles with silver handles, red wine and goblets.

"Candlelight dinner, why did Mr. Song become so romantic all of a sudden?"

Under his question, the presence of small hard objects in the pockets of his trousers suddenly became stronger. Song Linju's palms were sweaty, but there was no sign of any abnormality on his face. He said as it should, "Your birthday should be more solemn."

"What, don't you like it?"

Song Linju frowned slightly, wondering if the process mentioned on the Internet was wrong?

Li Zhaozhuo frowned at the young man with a funny fingertip, "How is it possible, as long as it is prepared by you, I like it."

Knowing that he mistakenly thought this was the surprise he had prepared, Song Linju didn't explain, but just smiled and said, "Just like it."

Helping to put the dishes kept warm in the kitchen on the table, Li Zhaozhuo first poured a glass of red wine for the two of them. The mellow red wine stirred passionate waves in the goblet. He raised his glass, "In order to thank Mr. Song is busy with my work this day, and I will do it first to show my respect."

Li Zhaozhuo rolled his throat a few times, and the wine glass was empty. After drinking, he looked at the person opposite him with burning eyes.

Song Linju understood his eyes, picked up his glass amusedly, but only took a small sip.

Li Zhaozhuo stared, "kindly" persuaded: "Actually, you can drink a little more, I'm here."

If today was simply to celebrate Li Zhaozhuo's birthday, then Song Linju would certainly have a drink with him, but the main event is yet to come, and he needs to stay awake.

Song Linju put chopsticks and shredded pork with green peppers into his bowl, "Let's eat some food to fill our stomachs first."

Seeing that Song Linju changed the subject, Li Zhaozhuo regretfully moved away from the tips of his reddened ears.

It would be cuter if I drank a little more.

But thinking that it might be the psychological shadow of being drugged last time, Li Zhaozhuo didn't dare to blatantly persuade him to drink, and Song Linju didn't take a second sip.

The bowls and chopsticks collided, and the two talked about some work knowledge from time to time. After eating almost, they opened the cake.

The cake was not too big. Considering that Li Zhaozhuo didn't like sweets very much, Song Linju made fruit cake with very little cream.

He evenly inserted 27 candles on the cake, and lit them up one by one. His brows illuminated by the flickering fire were full of concentration, as if he was doing something very important right now.

And Li Zhaozhuo was looking at him intently.

Song Linju extinguished the colored wax used to ignite the fire in his hand, straightened his body and asked, "Do you have any wish?"

Li Zhaozhuo blinked his dry eyes and smiled.

"Mr. Song, how old are you, why do you still believe in these things that coax children?"

It is not so much a dislike for the childish words of young people as it is connivance.

Song Linju is a staunch materialist, of course he doesn't believe in these things, but the realization of wishes does not necessarily depend on God's will, but can also depend on human effort.

Song Linju was noncommittal, "Maybe if you make a wish on your birthday, it will be fulfilled."

Li Zhaozhuo stared at him with a serious expression for a while, until the candle was almost burnt out, so he blew it out.

Seeing him playing casually, Song Linju asked, "Did you make a wish?"

"Yes."

"What wish did you make?"

Li Zhaozhuo didn't speak, just looked at him with an unclear expression.

After a while, the deep emotion in his eyes was covered by unscrupulous ambiguity, "Mr. Song should hear my wish much more clearly than the so-called gods."

Frivolous as words of courtship.

Ever since he asked Li Zhaozhuo what wish he had made, Song Linju, who had never looked away from him, also smiled, an almost brilliant smile, with cold brows and eyes bent so as to see the amazing arc, and his bright black pupils seemed to reflect everything.

Li Zhaozhuo was so taken aback by this, he even forgot to maintain the superficial indecency on his face, he heard him say.

"I heard."

The last step after 99 should be taken by him.

Song Linju took out his sweat-soaked platinum men's ring, knelt down on one knee, and looked up at the surprised man who was a little bit at a loss.

Even in the youthful Li Zhaozhuo ten years ago, he had never seen such a soft, undefended, and undisguised expression.

For tonight, he had prepared a lot of words, but the moment his knee hit the ground, there was only one sentence left in his mind.

"Li Zhaozhuo, are you willing to keep pace with Song Linju from now on?"

Going back in time, the two who were about to stand in their thirties were brought back ten years ago in an instant.

Under the big tree of Chongming No. [-] Middle School, the young man with unruly eyes lowered his gaze, and stretched out his hand to the young man who was facing Qingjun seriously, and solemnly uttered the oath of a lifetime promise in a deep but youthful voice.

"Mr. Song, are you willing to grow up with Li Zhaozhuo from now on?"

Li Zhaozhuo immediately recognized that it was what he said when he confessed his love to Song Linju.

In their relationship, he has always been more active, and being proposed by Song Linju is something he never thought of.

He should be happy, after all Song Linju did what he always wanted to do but never dared to do, but for some reason, seeing the shining platinum ring on the young man's fingertip, he hesitated.

The knee that was kneeling on the ground began to ache over time, but Song Linju didn't say anything, but waited patiently, leaving the decision to Li Zhaozhuo.

After a long silence, Li Zhaozhuo finally said slowly, "You...in fact, there is no need to spend your whole life on me."

The tone is weird, it is difficult sadness.

Obviously thinking that no matter if it is guilt or sympathy, as long as Song Linju can always be by his side, he can accept it.

But when Song Linju was willing to spend his whole life with him because of these things, he felt like a stick in his throat.

What is the difference between such a self and a beggar who crawls on the ground begging for alms?He suddenly felt ridiculous and despicable.

Song Linju understood what he was talking about, but felt that his marriage proposal was just out of guilt.

He looked directly at Li Zhaozhuo's evasive eyes, with an indescribably serious expression, "If it's because of guilt, of course it's unnecessary."

"But I love you."

This was the first time Song Linju expressed love to him.

Li Zhaozhuo, a tall and big man, couldn't stop the heat from his eyes, he said in a hoarse voice, "Really?"

He hung on the edge of the cliff, looking at the rope thrown in front of him, hesitating whether to surrender the trust that determines life and death.

The tension on Li Zhaozhuo's body is visible to the naked eye. Song Linju's tone was as relaxed as possible, jokingly, "Did I behave too restrained these days? Then I will try my best to show that I love you more clearly in the future. You can use the ring when you're ready."

Li Zhaozhuo is not ignorant of his emotions. If Song Linju really had no affection for him, he would not be so paranoid. It's just that the deep-rooted concern about gain and loss makes him suspicious.

Just as he was about to take back the ring, a hand with distinct bones suddenly appeared in front of Song Linju's eyes.

The man was in a hurry, "I've already taken out everything, what are you waiting for?"

Despite his doubts, he still wanted to hold Song Linju's hand and couldn't wait.

Song Linju was slightly taken aback, then smiled and agreed, "You are right."

He slowly slipped the ring onto the man's slender ring finger, and it landed on the base of the finger perfectly, the size was just right.

The hard ring not only encloses Li Zhaozhuo's ring finger, but also encloses his unsteady heart like a piece of armor.

Li Zhaozhuo pulled the young man up from the ground and rubbed his knees, "Where's yours?"

Song Linju took out another one, Li Zhaozhuo put it on for him, and solemnly kissed his ring finger.

Looking at the unique patterns on the ring, like trees and fire, Li Zhaozhuo asked, "Did you design the patterns on this ring?"

"Ah."

The silver and white ring set off the already beautiful fingers, which were as if carved from jade snow. Li Zhaozhuo rubbed the platinum ring on the root of his finger carefully, "Is there any meaning?"

"Fire in the woods, the union of our names."

Li Zhaozhuo understood Song Linju's meaning in an instant. After all, the burning forest had been posted on his WeChat profile picture for ten years. This tacit understanding really made people feel comfortable.

The chest she leaned on vibrated, and hearty laughter came from above.

Song Linju could vaguely detect a youthful and unruly appearance from his sharp-edged face, perhaps infected by his exposed emotions, Song Linju also smiled.

He asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Li Zhaozhuo cleared his throat, with a smile on his face, "Cough...it's nothing, when did you get the ring?"

"yesterday."

General Lee Siu Cheuk