Are you in love, my white moonlight

Yuan Deng opened his eyes and found that he was standing in a warmly and grandly furnished suite, with several big letters on the wall - "Happy Birthday", surrounded by blue and silver balloons. Floating in the air.His gaze moved down, and he saw an exquisite cake on the coffee table, and a beautifully wrapped gift box beside it.

"...This is?" Yuan Deng blinked slowly.

"After twelve o'clock, it will be your birthday." Yongjipu pulled him in front of the cake, his eyes slightly rolled, "Happy birthday to you in advance."

Yuan Deng was taken aback for a moment, then felt his heartbeat gradually speeding up, and finally hitting the soft teardrops fiercely, forcing a sour feeling to go straight to the tip of his nose.He clutched his chest, and waited until the turbulent emotions calmed down a bit before he said, "I almost forgot that tomorrow is my birthday."

Yongjipu turned to look at him and raised his eyebrows: "Really?"

Although his tone was flat, there was a hint of doubt in his expression.Yuan Deng loved celebrating birthdays since he was a child, and it was still some time before his birthday, so he began to remind people around him intentionally or unintentionally that his birthday was coming, so remember to spare that day to celebrate his birthday with him.

"Really! Why don't you believe me." Yuan Deng was a little ashamed.

"I believe you." Yongjipu glanced at the prepared cake and presents, and asked, "So it's not your birthday yet?"

"I have to." Yuan Deng muttered in a low voice, "I just don't have a lunar birthday."

The tradition of the Yuan family is to place more emphasis on birthdays in the lunar calendar, and Yuan Deng also celebrates birthdays in the lunar calendar since childhood.He likes to celebrate birthdays because only on his birthday, everyone in the family will get together neatly, and his brother will temporarily put aside his heavy homework and play with him for a while.

However, since his elder brother went to country X to study abroad, he has changed his birthday in the new calendar.

"Then do you still celebrate the lunar birthday now? But forget it." Yong Jipu propped his chin, looked at him from the side, with a rare narrow smile under his thick eyelashes.

Yuan Deng glanced at him, turned around and opened the cake box.

"Yes, who said that I am not. I will have a lunar birthday in the future."

"Here." Yong Jipu pushed the gift box to Yuan Deng's hand, "Birthday present."

Yuan Deng: "What is it?"

Yongjipu: "You will know if you take it apart."

Also.

Yuan Deng suppressed his anticipation, carefully tore off the strap of the gift box, lifted the top cover, and saw that the inside of the box was covered with a layer of fluffy white raffia, and a large check was placed in the middle of the gift box.

Yuan Deng paused slightly: "Is it a check?"

Yongjipu: "Don't like it?"

"No." Yuan Deng squeezed out a smile.

Yongjipu broke his mind: "Do you think it's not interesting enough?"

Yuan Deng, who was seen through, rubbed his nose and said with a sneer: "No, the things my brother gave are all interesting. I'm just a little curious why my brother gave me this check." This is not like my brother's usual style. The gifts my brother gave him before All very chic.

But Yongjipu didn't answer his question, but suddenly raised a completely irrelevant topic: "Aren't you playing a game now?"

Yuan Deng: "Yes."

Yongjipu raised his chin slightly, signaling Yuan Deng to look at the check in the gift box.

——"This check is depositing all the prize money I got from playing competitions in college, and the first pot of gold I made with this prize money."

Is that so?

Yuan Deng stared blankly at the check in the box, which was a light and flimsy piece of paper, but Yuan Deng suddenly felt that it weighed a thousand catties.He murmured: "Brother, why did you give it to me?"

A hand fell on his head and gently rubbed it, and there was an obvious smile in the low and pleasant voice.

"I encourage you."

Yuan Deng took a deep breath, put the check away safely, and thanked solemnly: "Thank you brother."

Yongjipu smiled softly, looked up at the hour hand, and saw that the hour hand was approaching midnight step by step, so he led Yuan Deng to the cake and urged him: "The time is coming, hurry up and light the candles and make a wish."

The two worked together to insert eighteen candles, and lit the candle wicks one by one.

As soon as the bright headlights were turned off, there was only flickering, dim candlelight left in the room, dimly illuminating the place and softening the outlines of the people around him. Yuan Deng saw a cluster of small flames in his eyes .

Thinking in vain, his heart burning, Yuan Deng groped in the dark for Yongjipu's hand on his knee, and gently hooked his little finger.

Yongjipu asked him what was wrong in a low voice.

Yuan Deng shook his head, said in a low voice that it was all right, closed his eyes and made a pious wish.He now believes that his birthday wish can really come true. Since his brother left, his birthday wish every year is to spend the next birthday with his brother.

He got lost several times, but finally caught up with his lunar birthday.

Now that it has been confirmed that his birthday wish can come true, he hopes to spend his birthday with his brother every year in the future.

"Have you finished your wish?"

Yuan Deng opened his eyes: "It's over."

"Then blow out the candles."

The air current brought up extinguished the flickering lights, and the house returned to darkness.The bright moonlight outside the window sneaked into the house. In the hazy moonlight, Yuan Deng heard Yongjipu whispering to him: "Happy birthday, little lamp."

The voice is still deep and indifferent, but the ending is slightly upturned, which seems to carry infinite tolerance and expectations.Yuan Deng caught a hidden smile in it, like the tender grass that just sprouted in early spring, scratching people's itches.

When the headlights came on, Yuan Deng first distributed a piece of cake to Yongjipu, hid the biggest strawberry on the cake in the bottom of the cake, and handed it to him: "Eat the cake!" After taking a sip, the mouthfeel is soft and icy, and the sweetness melts on the tip of the tongue.

Yuan Deng wondered: "Eh? Is it an ice cream cake?"

Yongjipu's tone was flat: "Don't you like to eat this?"

"Yes." Yuan Deng blinked, he didn't expect his brother to be so meticulous and thoughtful.

When he was in a daze, Yongjipu had already eaten his piece of cake, leaned to the side, pointed to the cake and said to him: "Since you like it, you can eat more. All the fruits on the cake belong to you. "

Yuan Deng glanced at the top of the cake piled with fruits, and protested softly: "That's too much."

"You count as much as you can eat."

Ok.

Yuan Deng resigned himself to eating hard, while Yong Jipu sat quietly at the side, watching him eat the cake with his chin propped up.At this moment, Yongjipu's mobile phone vibrated, he glanced at the lit screen of the mobile phone, and took the mobile phone to check the news.

Seeing Yuandeng, he also looked over suspiciously, Yongjipu distractedly told Yuandeng: "You eat yours, I'll deal with the news."

"okay."

After Yuandeng finished stuffing the small piece of cake on the plate, he raised his head and saw Yongjipu staring intently at the phone screen, with a calm expression, but his eyes were heavy, like a surging undercurrent brewing under a calm lake.

The author has something to say:

Deng Zai: I hope that I can spend my birthday with my brother every year in the future.

I stroked my little hair: Don't worry, Deng Zi!