ABO number one taro ball

Xiao Naiyu finally paid the maintenance fee with his own card.

No one celebrated his birthday since he was a child, and he only has a vague idea of ​​the date of his birth in this world—at least it should be winter.

He wanted to ask Mr. Fu to find out whether he had made a mistake or he had made a mistake.

But when they stood at the door of the study, they still hesitated. After the piano broke down, there seemed to be more than this door between the two of them.

There was something else that opened the distance between them, and he finally withdrew his hand that was already holding the doorknob, only walked back to the bedroom, and called the director of the orphanage.

The dean, who is nearly 60 years old, said with emotion on the phone: "Your birthday is in December. I remember it very clearly. It was snowing heavily on the day the police comrades took you to the orphanage. I also said that you are a poor child. In the severe winter Being born and being abandoned in a snowy day is destined to be bitter. Fortunately, you are promising now, and life is far from suffering after all."

When Xiao Naiyu was 4 years old, he was abandoned by his parents next to the trash can. It snowed heavily that day. His mother smiled and told him to wait where she was, and she and her father would come back to pick him up right away. The 4-year-old child stood in the corner marked "recyclable garbage" on the wall and waited foolishly for 2 hours.When he was found wrong and sent to the Public Security Bureau by kind people, he almost froze into a "snow doll".

The child's face was numb from the cold, and he couldn't feel whether the tears were hot, but he still foolishly grabbed the corner of the policeman's uncle's clothes and asked: "My mother, my mother will come to pick me up, I want to go back...wait. "

He can't remember what the police uncle said. He only knows that he went to the hospital and was quickly sent to the orphanage. It was only after he grew up that he learned from the dean that his parents were both gamblers. , was in prison for illegal gambling before being charged with desertion.

Xiao Naiyu didn't know how long their sentences were. More than ten years had passed in the blink of an eye. They might have been released, or they might still be struggling in prison.

But this has nothing to do with him.

The dean was lamenting his ill-fated fate, but Xiao Naiyu himself didn't feel anything. After the phone call, he was only obsessed with his birthday date.Parents are so unreliable, what if my birthday is really a wrong data?

He knew that Yao Qing had specially checked his background before, and Fu Yaozheng also had this information in his study.

Fu's financial rights can guarantee that the information on the survey data is accurate.

He only needs to take the data on that document as the standard.

Maybe, he was really born in June?

Subconsciously, he was still hoping that Mr. Fu really wanted to celebrate his birthday.

So at night, after making sure that the alpha beside him was soundly asleep, he gently lifted the quilt and got out of bed. In order to avoid unnecessary noise, he didn't even wear slippers, and sneaked into the study room barefoot.

At a glance, I saw the document bag that was pressed under the photo album.

Xiao Naiyu was no stranger to that photo album, and he had seen Mr. Fu crying while holding that photo album more than once.

Xiao Naiyu was once curious about the contents inside, but Fu Yaozheng wouldn't even let him touch it, and usually locked it carefully.Today it is placed in such a conspicuous position.

Most likely they forgot to put it away.

Mr. Fu stayed in the study all afternoon today, perhaps just looking at this photo album.

Now the photo album is within easy reach, but Xiao Naiyu resists the urge to look through it.

He has no penchant for prying into other people's privacy.

He just wanted to get the document that recorded all his information and confirm which month his birthday was.

He reached for the document bag, and when he pulled it out, it seemed to be stuck in something. Xiao Naiyu exerted a little force, and at the same time as the document bag was pulled out, the photo album accidentally slipped off. Omega didn't expect it It's too late to catch this picture.

The dark blue photo album was on the ground at the corner, and several photos were scattered on the ground along with the dried rose petals.

There was not much movement, but Xiao Naiyu was startled.

He didn't care about the file bag anymore, he squatted down in a hurry to pack up these photos.

The light in the study is too bright.

Regardless of Xiao Naiyu's wishes, those few face-up photos automatically entered his eyes.

There are two protagonists in these photos. The first person Xiao Naiyu noticed was Fu Yaozheng. This is probably a photo taken when he was seventeen or eighteen years old. Mr. Fu’s facial expressions were much richer when he was a teenager. The smiles in the photos are all Sincere joy, and occasionally funny faces at the camera.

Even after ten years of space-time distance, Xiao Naiyu can truly feel the joy of Fu Yaozheng through these photos.

Then he noticed another protagonist in the photo. This protagonist is about the same age as Fu Yaozheng. He looks handsome and his manner is not as lively and exaggerated as Fu Yaozheng. The frozen picture is also pleasing to the eye.

Xiao Naiyu just took a look at such an upright person, but suddenly felt a chill on his back. He covered the lower half of the young man's face with his right hand, and only stared at his eyebrows—if you only looked at his eyes, This boy looks almost exactly like himself!

The chill on his back spread all over his body. In an old photo from ten years ago, he saw himself that he could only see in the mirror every day!

He withdrew his hand and went to look at other photos, and soon realized that no matter what expression this person made, those eyebrows and eyes were almost the same as his own.

He panicked and shoved the photos into the album as if evading, and the last photo was hidden under the rose petals.

Xiao Naiyu picked up the few dried petals that were still scented, and saw the group photo of celebrating birthday.

That young man is the birthday star, and everyone revolves around him. Mr. Fu is sitting beside him, looking at him with a smile in his eyes.

In the lower right corner, the unique date of old photos is still printed: June 2005, 6

6 month 24 day.

It is also "my birthday" in Mr. Fu's mouth.

Xiao Naiyu seemed to understand something, and then resisted not wanting to understand.

He picked up the photo and carefully organized it into the album.

All the dried rose petals are also included in every page of the album.

When he closed the entire photo album, he discovered that there was still a complete rose specimen pinned to the title page. In the lower right corner of the rose rhizome, two words were signed with a black pen: "My love."

Xiao Naiyu slid his index finger over the two characters, and naturally recognized that they were Mr. Fu's handwriting.

He seemed to have the answer, but he mechanically opened the document bag and found the page with all his personal information printed on it. On the birthday column, it was clearly marked: "December 12 day."

He did not remember his birthday wrongly, it was Mr. Fu who did.

He remembered it, another person's birthday.

That person is Mr. Fu's "my love".

Xiao Naiyu glanced at the photo album and then at the documents he dug out out of passion, and suddenly laughed at himself.

The laughter was hoarse like weeping, and there was no sense of existence in the silent night.

After tonight, no one will know that someone cried in the study.

The photo album with the rose in it lay safely back on the bookcase, and the document was still under its pressure.

Everything was restored to its original appearance, and the only trace that was left was probably a few drops of tears that could not be wiped off on a certain page in the neatly organized document bag.

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On the morning of his "birthday", Fu Yaozheng got up before dawn, dressed himself meticulously, and went to the flower shop to pick up the bouquet of fresh roses that he had ordered in advance.

The driver sent by Yao Qing was waiting in the parking lot early - every year on this day, Young Master Fu could not hold the steering wheel well, and he had to use someone else's hands even on the way to the cemetery.

It took a psychiatrist to treat him for three years before he barely eased his PTSD, but on this day, all the drugs and psychological counseling were useless.

The driver drove the car up the elevated road smoothly. It was cloudy this morning, and it started to drizzle halfway.

The rose held in the young master's arms exuded a delicate fragrance, but the driver felt depressed when he smelled it.

He is an old man of the Fu family and knows all about the past.

Madam tells him every year that he should take good care of the young master on this day.

He didn't dare to slack off.

Half an hour later, the car parked steadily outside the cemetery.

The rain was a little lighter, but it was still falling, and the raindrops fell on people's skin, as if they were tickling.

Fu Yaozheng didn't hold an umbrella, he walked into the cemetery step by step with his beloved little flowers in his arms.

He once knelt down and proposed to Lin Chishu with a large bunch of roses in his hands like this.

He promised Xiao Shu that he would give him red roses on his birthday every year in the future.

Time has changed and things have changed, and things are gone, but he still stubbornly fulfills his promise.

The lonely figure finally stopped in front of a tombstone.

Lin Chishu's tomb is located alone in a small garden, taking advantage of Feng Shui.

Fu Yaozheng knelt down on one knee and squatted, the affection and sadness in his eyes finally projected on the right person.The person in the photo smiled gently, just like in his lifetime, but he couldn't give any response.

Fu Yaozheng lowered his eyes, and said softly bitterly: "It's raining today, and I didn't bring an umbrella. I can't remember these things without your reminder." He began to pluck the young grass that just sprouted on the ground: " You made me forget you, I can't do it. The doctor said it was a disease, and after three years of treatment, it didn't get better. In fact, it's pretty good to be sick like this. But now I've found the 'medicine'."

"Chi Shu, he is very similar to you, but not the same. Sometimes I also feel in a trance, wondering if it is right for me to tie people by my side. But I treat him well because he is like you."

"I know you're going to scold me for being unconscious again, so scold me, I'll listen." After pulling out the grass, he raised his hand to sweep away the bunch of withered gypsophila in front of the tombstone.Instead, he put the vibrant red rose in his hand on it, and smiled faintly: "Happy birthday, Xiaoshu."

"My brother, I don't care about your happy birthday."

There was a disgusting voice behind him, Fu Yao turned his head viciously, and Lin Chiyue, dressed in solemn black, also looked at him coldly.

"He never liked roses, such vulgar flowers. What he likes are baby's breath stars. When my brother counted the stars for me, he told me himself." Lin Chiyue bent over, took away the bouquet of red roses, Place a handful of gypsophila stars in full bloom again.

"Where do you have the face to see him?!" Fu Yaozheng grabbed Lin Chiyue's wrist and pushed him away.

"I should ask you this, Fu Yaozheng." Lin Chiyue asked viciously, "Isn't there a new love by your side?"

"...you don't touch him."

"Who don't move? Is the person you told me not to move, my brother, or that Xiao Naiyu?"

"Fu Yaozheng, can you tell the difference between these two people?"