Passionate to know

Jiang Yuyuan felt more and more that having An Zhi was like adding wings to a tiger.If it hadn't been for the short time since his debut, in a few years, he would definitely become famous.It's just that now because of Fan Ling, he became famous a few years earlier.

In Jiang Yuyuan's eyes, An Zhi doesn't talk much, is skilled in craftsmanship, has a unique vision, and is even more indifferent to fame and fortune. He is just like the model artist written in the book.So in general, Jiang Yuyuan is still very satisfied with him.

But for some reason, every time I am alone with An Zhi, I always feel that An Zhi looks at her like a dead sea, flying an arrow in the dark. Jiang Yuyuan had some inexplicable estrangement from An Zhi.

The two have worked together for nearly a month, and Fanling has entered the finishing work.

"An Zhi, you've worked hard," Jiang Yuyuan looked at Fan Ling and said with emotion, "I didn't expect that after 11 years of suffering, I would still be able to see it for a full day."

An Zhi wiped the dust off the tools and arranged them neatly one by one: "According to this speed, it will be announced to the public within a week."

"Well, I discussed it with Zhiyang. The end of this month is an excellent day in the almanac, and it happens to be the eleventh anniversary of Fanling's debut. It couldn't be more appropriate to set it on that day."

"At the end of the month... the 30th?"

"Ah."

An Zhi packed up his tools, carefully covered Fanling with a glass cover, put down the combination lock, then looked up and smiled strangely, "That was indeed a good day that couldn't be better."

This is a good statement, but it always makes people feel that there is no deep meaning. Jiang Yuyuan can't tell where this faint sense of disobedience comes from. He wants to ask but is afraid that he is supercilious.

An Zhi obviously saw what Jiang Yuyuan wanted to ask, so he restrained his expression and said, "Lady Song, I don't mean anything else, I'm just very happy."

Jiang Yuyuan felt that although An Zhi had an impersonal personality at times, she never bothered to lie, not to mention that she herself was completely filled with Fan Ling's imminent completion, and nothing else really interested her.

"Good boy, work hard for a few more days, and when you're done, I will promise you the best future."

An Zhi looked at Jiang Yuyuan's swearing face, then returned to Fanling, looked carefully through the glass, and said softly, "I don't need your promise."

Jiang Yuyuan asked very kindly: "Then what do you want? If I can do it, I will do my best."

"There's no need, Mrs. Song. What I want will come true when Fan Ling comes out again."

.........

After returning home, An Zhi went to the bedroom to take a nap, her head hurt so much, when she woke up, it was already noon the next day, and the voice of Song Zhiyang talking on business on the phone came from the living room.

I don't know when it started, but he came to Anzhi's house more and more familiarly, as naturally as returning to his own home.

An Zhi got off the bed, stepped on her slippers and walked to the living room.

"You're awake, I'll warm you up and eat something." Song Zhiyang stood up from the sofa and said as he walked towards the kitchen.

An Zhi shook his head: "I don't want to eat yet."

Song Zhiyang smiled, walked to Anzhi and sat down. "Still sleepy?" He kissed An Zhi.

"It's much better." An Zhi naturally rested his head on Song Zhiyang's lap.

Song Zhiyang stretched out his fingers and rubbed An Zhi's temples well: "Everything about the press conference has been arranged. When the day comes, you just need to show up. Stay with me, don't you like it?" I will stop everything for you."

An Zhi closed her eyes comfortably, obediently as if falling asleep, breathing steadily.Song Zhiyang almost thought that An Zhi had fallen asleep, only to hear him softly "hmm" again.

"An Zhi," Song Zhiyang said in a muffled voice, "Are you sure?"

"what?"

Song Zhiyang rubbed his chin on his hair: "Don't play dumb? Are you sure?"

An Zhi asked back, "Do you trust me?"

"letter."

"Trust me, I'm sure."

Song Zhiyang looked at An Zhi and smiled slowly: "I will always believe in you."

An Zhi suddenly turned over and sat up, first looked at Song Zhiyang without saying a word, until Song Zhiyang's scalp became numb, then put a hook on his neck, and asked: "Honestly, what are you talking about?" .”

Song Zhiyang raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "What's wrong with me?"

An Zhi simply pinched him on the neck: "I don't believe it...you don't know what day the 30th is."

"I wish you could be a little stupid..." Song Zhiyang scratched An Zhi's nose, "Otherwise, it would be too difficult for me to be a boyfriend."

He stroked Anzhi's back and let him continue to rest on his lap: "What do you want to do? It's the same day as the press conference, so I can't properly celebrate your birthday."

"I never failed in previous years."

"But you have me this year, and I won't let you live alone every year in the future."

"It's just a birthday, it's actually the same every day sooner or later."

"Then on the 29th, where do you want to go, huh?"

Something flashed in An Zhi's eyes, and he said an answer that Song Zhiyang didn't expect: "Amusement park."

Song Zhiyang's voice was slightly higher: "Did I hear you right?"

Anzhi said it again: "Amusement park." Then he added, "...I've never been there."

Song Zhiyang felt pain in his heart when he heard this, and his tone became more gentle: "Okay, then I'll play with you enough."

……

That day, An Zhi arrived at the gate of the amusement park early to wait for Song Zhiyang.

He looked around. Children of all ages were playing here and there tirelessly in the park. The sun above their heads didn't seem to affect their interest at all. The parents of the children followed behind them with small coats, cotton candy, and small water guns. , Playing around laughing and making trouble.

To be honest, An Zhi has never liked children very much. For some reason, he has an innate fear of such young children.But at the same time, I envy them very much. There are too many and complicated reasons for this envy, and it is difficult to explain it for a while.

At this time, An Zhi felt that the corner of her clothes was pulled by a small force, and when she looked back, she was a cute girl with two horn braids and a pink, fleshy face.

"Little brother..." Little Loli's voice sounded like a kitten calling.

An Zhi squatted down, looked at her at the same level, and her voice was softer: "What's wrong?"

Little Lolita suddenly leaned forward, kissed An Zhi sweetly on the cheek, and then giggled, as sweet as a silver bell: "Birthday gift for my little brother."

An Zhi was stunned for a moment, then hugged the little Lolita with a smile: "Little girls can't kiss other people casually."

Little Lolita pouted: "I didn't kiss anyone casually...Little brother is good-looking..."

An Zhi rubbed her little face: "Then you tell brother, where is the big brother who taught you to do this hiding?"

Little Loli kicked her legs and jumped out of An Zhi's arms, and while holding An Zhi's hand, she pointed in a direction with her little finger: "Follow me, over here."

An Zhi was so funny that he was dragged by a little lolita, and ran across half of the amusement park, then stopped beside the merry-go-round, let go of An Zhi's hand, and ran towards a person.

"Big brother! I brought my little brother here! I'm not that good!"

Song Zhiyang lowered his head and pinched the little lolita's face with a smile: "Ninny is so amazing, big brother means what he says, and all those dolls are given to you."

Little Loli jumped up and down happily after hearing this, and ran away in the direction of the doll.

In the noisy amusement park, An Zhi and Song Zhiyang were only ten meters apart, staring at each other.

Under the radiance of the lights, the tall figure of that person was set off like a silhouette in a dream.An Zhi seemed to see Song Zhiyang whom he first met in the school exhibition center many years ago, Shen Yi was like a sketch.

He walked towards Anzhi slowly, and every time he took a step closer, he could clearly see the pampering smile on his face. It was this kind of pampering, like a cup of narcotics, which made An Zhi's original ice for thousands of miles disappear. It's too late.

Finally, he stood still in front of Anzhi.

"Although it's a day early, I will let you remember this day... An Zhi, happy birthday."