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The night wind poured into the collar, and Wen Qiu was pushed into the taxi before he could gather up his clothes, followed by Sun Shilou.

The two of them drank, and as soon as they got into the car, the driver was shocked: "Young man can drink very much, college student?"

Sun Shilou waved his hand: "Go to No. [-] Middle School, the one in the new campus."

It was a well-known high school in the city, the driver stopped immediately, and muttered while turning on the ignition: "High school students are so fierce when they drink alcohol."

Sun Shilou ignored this and yawned: "I'm a little sleepy."

Wen Qiu put the schoolbag aside and pushed him: "Stay away from me, it smells so bad."

The aroma of the alcohol-flavored mixed cake makes people dizzy and stomach acid surges.

Sun Shilou purposely approached him to disgust him: "You are so much better than me." After the words fell, he accidentally touched Wen Qiu's hand and grabbed it, "Why is it so cold? Let me keep you warm."

Wen Qiu was suddenly held by a hot hand and almost flung it away, but the heat source penetrated into his body that was blown cold by the cold wind little by little, and he felt unspeakably comfortable.

"I might as well go to sleep in your dormitory and not go home." Sun Shilou knocked his head on his shoulder.

"I just told you not to disturb my roommate last time." Wen Qiu refused.

"Didn't he send Xia Yunjiao off?" Sun Shilou scratched his hand, his tone was ambiguous as if there was another layer of well-known meaning, "Probably won't go back to the dormitory tonight."

The back of Wen Qiu's hand was scratched.

Xia Yunjiao flew to Beijing in the early morning, and she went directly to the airport after the birthday party. Song Zongyan was encouraged by everyone to get into the car together, and the nickname was: "Send a gifted girl Xia."

Wen Qiu moved his shoulders and threw the head of his superiors down: "You are like you, you have no morals."

Sun Shilou immediately shouted: "Who has no morals, I'm still a virgin anyway!"

"Puchi." The driver in front couldn't help but laughed first.

Wen Qiu also laughed, and responded in a serious manner: "Well, you are still a virgin after all."

After drinking too much, he didn't know what he was talking about. Sun Shilou: "...Damn."

Wen Qiu returned to the dormitory with weak hands and feet. The lights in the dormitory were surprisingly on. He reacted for a few seconds before he heard the sound of water in the bathroom.

Song Zongyan has already returned, earlier than him, so he didn't send a piece of it.

Wen Qiu sat on the chair and thought.

When Song Zongyan got out of the shower, he could smell the smell of alcohol all over the room. He paused for wiping his hair, and opened the window a little first.Wen Qiu was lying on the table playing with his mobile phone, a childish snake game, his reaction speed after drinking too much was not as fast as usual, but because he was too proficient, he played very smoothly.

When Wen Qiu heard him come out of the bathroom, he still maintained his prone position and said, "It's cold. Don't open the window."

Song Zongyan watched him take off his coat, only wearing a knitted sweater, and said after a while: "You go take a shower first."

Wen Qiu was reluctant, he was shivering from the cold after playing a game, saw that Song Zongyan really didn't want to close the window, and knew that the smell on his body was really unpleasant, so he found his clothes and went into the bathroom.

When he came out of the shower, his cell phone rang, and while wiping his hair, he tapped the cell phone with his wet fingers.A message from Qiu Yunqing: "Happy birthday, handsome boy."

Wen Qiu smiled and replied, "Thank you, Sister Yun."

"Do you still like the gift? I haven't heard back yet."

"What gift?" Wen Qiu replied.

Qiu Yunqing's message came in time: "Are you really going to school? You haven't opened your schoolbag for seven or eight hours?"

Wen Qiu immediately threw away the towel and went to look through the schoolbag. He was so noisy that Song Zongyan, who was also replying to the message, looked up.

A hardcover box was stuffed into the schoolbag at some point, the size of a book, and the packaging was simple, but it was clearly a gift at a glance.And when it is opened, it is also a book - the cover is strange, and there is a signature on the title page.

This is a writer of thriller novels that Wen Qiu likes. This person lives in seclusion, and there is no signing event.To get an autographed book, Qiu Yunqing must have entrusted him with the relationship.

Wen Qiu hadn't read this new book yet, so he was quite interested at this moment, and after replying a message to thank Qiu Yunqing, he turned to the book.He likes to read thriller novels and horror movies, especially while eating.Rao Song Zongyan, a person who "doesn't say anything, has strange powers and distracted spirits", can't understand his heavy taste preferences.

"You are suitable for forensic medicine." Song Zongyan once joked.

Wen Qiu really chewed on the fried noodles and thought about it: "Really? It seems that it is indeed possible. Let me see if there is any medical university that is suitable for me."

Song Zongyan was just making a joke casually, but he didn't expect that he really immediately paused the bloody picture on the screen, opened the browser and searched "Which university should I apply for as a forensic doctor?"

Wen Qiu was a person who couldn't figure out what was true and what was wrong. Even though Song Zongyan had a good relationship with him and stayed together all day, he sometimes couldn't tell which of Wen Qiu's words came from his heart and which actions came from his original intention.For example, his sudden "coming out".

Stains of water slipped down the tail of his hair and into his collar. The boy's shoulders and neck were beautifully and thinly curved. A small piece of transparency appeared in the white pajamas soaked by water, and the black and blue "s" tattoo was faintly visible.

Before this summer, there was no such eye-catching tattoo.

It's just one summer.

Wen Qiu bent one leg and stepped on the chair, his round and white toes moved occasionally according to his mood.He has a little habit when reading a book. The hand that is not used to turn the pages likes to rub the smooth nails from time to time.

But he didn't actually look into it.Every word attracted his attention, but his eyes gradually lost sight, and his thoughts flew in all directions.He pressed his fingernails, and suddenly turned around: "You..."

Song Zongyan was also looking at him, and the eyes of the two just collided: "What?"

"There's nothing you want to tell me?" Wen Qiu raised his chin, but his eyes were wet from the shower.

Song Zongyan turned his gaze back to his mobile phone. Xia Yunjiao had just arrived at the airport and was reporting to him that she was safe.

Wen Qiu guessed who he was chatting with on the mobile phone, turned around and closed the book: "Forget it if you don't have one."

The winter solstice is his birthday.When he was placed at the gate of the orphanage, there was a note with messy and immature handwriting in the swaddle, saying that he was born on the winter solstice, and he was not named.

But for the sake of convenience, the orphanage chose the day when he was picked up as his birthday. Later, a cleaner kindly told him that he was actually born on the winter solstice.Tomb-sweeping on the winter solstice is actually not a good day.But birthday, of course you have to celebrate the correct one.

There are only a handful of people who know that he was born on the winter solstice, except for the current family, only Song Zongyan.When we first met, he lived in school and had to study by himself at night, and Song Zongyan went home after commuting.At 09:30 in the evening, after evening study, Wen Qiu sneaked out of the school gate, found Song Zongyan's downstairs, and called someone to accompany him out for supper.

Song Zongyan looked unapproachable, but in fact he had a good temper, so he put on his coat and went downstairs.They found a noodle shop, Wen Qiu ordered noodles with clear soup and little water, Song Zongyan said that today is not the winter solstice, why don't they eat dumplings?

Wen Qiu picked up the noodles and stuffed them into his mouth. The noodles in clear soup had only a little salty taste, which was unpalatable.After he swallowed it, he said casually: "Because it's my birthday today, I ate it as longevity noodles, but the taste is too bad, it's not as good as my dad's."

The boss was standing behind him at the time, and when he heard this, he immediately wanted to fry it, but later he went into the back kitchen to pick up a poached egg for him.

Wen Qiu didn't give face: "I don't like eggs, boss."

Song Zongyan was taken aback and said, "Today is your birthday?"

Wen Qiu smashed the poached egg, frowned and reluctantly ate it: "Yes."

"I didn't prepare a gift." Song Zongyan didn't know that his birthday was today, and he had seen him fill out his personal information before, and it wasn't today at all.

"Then it's not too late for you to prepare now."

After they finished supper, Song Zongyan dragged him to the shopping mall to pick out gifts. The shopping mall was close to closing time, and Wen Qiu was picky and picky but didn't like anything.In the end, Song Zongyan gave him a peace talisman in his wallet, saying that it was brought to him by his mother on a business trip to Tibet a few days ago.

Wen Qiu took it and stuffed it into his pocket, saying yes, then this is it.

Not at all.

Then at the riverside, Song Zongyan bought a small cake. Wen Qiu closed his eyes and said that although there was no candle, he still wanted to make a wish.

He seems to be free-spirited, indistinguishable from reality, as if he doesn't care enough about anything.Even Ding Hui often said that Wen Qiuque set him on fire in the back and made him anxious.

So I can't tell that he is a person who cares a lot about the sense of ritual - on his birthday, he has to eat longevity noodles, eat cakes, make wishes, and have someone say happy birthday to him.

At Xia Yunjiao's birthday party, everyone's eyes were on Xia Yunjiao.And he quietly closed his eyes, and stole a piece of cake and a wish at someone else's birthday party.

Song Zongyan was lying on the bed, looking at the lamp post on the top of the wall.He has an excellent memory, he knows that today is Wen Qiu's birthday, and he also knows what the other party is waiting for him to say.

He didn't hate Wen Qiu, never hated it.

The lights in the dormitory had been turned off, and the two of them were lying on the bed, breathing very lightly at the same time, barely audible.

The gift was in Song Zongyan's bag, and the phrase "Happy Birthday" was in his throat, ready to be given away at any time.But Song Zongyan just closed his eyes in the end, and Tuliu Wenqiu rolled over on the opposite bed with his eyes open, silently lost.