i see your calling

The day of my birthday seemed to be the same as the past few days. The weather did not change because of the better days. It was cold and depressed. At noon, some golden light barely passed through, hit the glass water glass on the table, twisted and turned in the water, and cloudy days also Become a golden lemon.

The note was still on the table, and the corner of the water glass was pressed, with obvious creases, like a gray butterfly with its wings folded, and the writing on it seemed to be gleaming with water.

Shen Pingge has a special storage box, he is used to put together the gifts he receives every year, Shen Yiming gave him an expensive gift as usual - he really didn't know what to choose, so he thought that the price would be too high That's right.

"Actually, you don't need to give it away." Shen Pingge felt helpless, "Don't give away such an expensive one."

"Only once a year," Shen Yiming seemed confident, "The fat and water haven't flowed into outsiders' fields."

Shen Yiming didn't know that Lian Yan wasn't going until Sunday, he was very surprised: "Why don't you go?"

"He has important things to do, and he can't get away from him," Shen Pingge said softly, "It's okay, it's just a birthday, and it won't be in the future."

"Isn't this your last birthday before you became an adult?" Shen Yiming sighed, "I thought, although there are few people, we have a good time, and it looks lively. It's just two people, why don't you go with your friends Go out and play, I'll give you money."

"No, two people are two people," Shen Pingge smiled.

Shen Pingge left the gifts from Yang Zhi and the others until Sunday morning as he said. There were many strange gadgets, everyone wrote him greeting cards, and Yang Zhi even wrote a piece of paper .

-15 years old to play together, 16 years old to play together, 17 years old to play together!

And Lian Yan——Shen Pingge left home in the afternoon and didn't hear the knock on the door.Lian Yan locked herself in the room again, he could occasionally hear footsteps, it was he who came out to fetch water, but his steps were hurried, as if he was afraid that he would come out suddenly and meet him.

Lian Yan didn't give him a gift.

It is also expected.But when he went out in the afternoon, Lian Yan came out. He stood on the stairs, looked down at him from a distance, clutched the railing, and Shen Pingge squatted halfway to tie his shoelaces, and said, "When you go to tutoring, you are on the way. Slower."

Lian Yan probably said "um", but it was too far away to hear clearly.

"Look at the traffic lights." Shen Pingge straightened up and looked at him, "I'm leaving."

After a while, Lian Yan waved at him.

-goodbye.

·

Celebrating his birthday at a hotpot restaurant was Shen Pingge's temporary idea, and he went to the one that Fu Dan brought him to before. After a few years, the decoration is quite different from the past, the lights are brighter, and the order is clear soup and tomato The soup base, the goji berries and red dates floating on the clear soup contrast beautifully with the tomato soup base.

Shen Yiming put on his suit solemnly, Shen Pingge couldn't help laughing: "You seem to have come to meet me."

"Don't you want to be more formal?" Shen Yiming rubbed his nose, "There must be a sense of ceremony in a hot pot restaurant!"

The clock showed six o'clock in the evening. It was dark early in November, and the street lights were turned on early. The small cakes on the table were also lit with candles, like a condensed city.

"Come, come, and make a wish. You can't let them turn off the lights here, and you can survive."

The candlelight was reflected in Shen Pingge's pupils—to tell the truth, he didn't have any wish to say, but he still put his fingers together, closed his eyes, fulfilled Shen Yiming's wish, and blew out the small candle.

Shen Yiming was indeed happy, and even ordered some wine. Among the elders, if you don't drink some wine, you will always feel less. , so as not to cause stomach problems again."

"There's nothing wrong with it, why is it so fragile."

"This seems to be your first birthday with Dad since you were in junior high school." Shen Yiming picked up the mutton roll and stirred the chopsticks in the soup to prevent them from sticking together. Not qualified."

"There will be more time in the future," Shen Pingge said, "Let's cook some potato chips."

The hot pot was bubbling and bubbling, the mist was steaming, the cooked meat slices and vegetables floated up and floated in the water, Shen Pingge had eaten a few chopsticks, when suddenly he heard the phone ringing, Shen Yiming was also stunned, it was him When the cell phone rang, he stood up and said, "Wait a minute, eat first, I'll answer the call."

Shen Pingge paused, "Yes."

He didn't add anything to the hot pot, but slowly bit the boiled potato slices, which were soft and sticky, not easy to pick up, and easy to break apart.After about 5 minutes, Shen Yiming came, frowned, and sat down: "It's okay, let's continue eating."

Shen Pingge looked up at him, then lowered his eyes, "About the company?"

"It's a little thing, it's not that important." Shen Yiming smiled weakly, and fished the meat out of the hot pot, "Keep eating, keep eating."

"If the company has something important to do, you should go to the company first, and you won't be able to concentrate on eating here," Shen Pingge said.

"I really don't know what the group of people in the company are doing. If the network system is attacked by hackers, they still call me and ask me to go there." Not even a birthday."

"You just came back from outside, so it's normal to have a lot of things," Shen Pingge lowered his head, and took the potato slices out of the sesame juice, "Xiaoyan sent me a text message just now."

"Send you a text message?" Shen Yiming asked unexpectedly, "What's wrong?"

"It's said that his tutoring is over, and you have something to do, so I'll pick him up, you just go to the company, and I'm here with someone."

"His tutoring is over?" Shen Yiming said, "It's earlier than the scheduled time."

"So, it's okay for the two of us to work together. You can go to the company without worry."

Shen Pingge talked to him with a smile, but Shen Yiming was still uneasy, and he went back and forth for a few rounds before he was willing to leave. Shen Yiming said that he would send him to Lian Yan's tutor, but Shen Pingge said no, he could walk there.

"Then you and Xiaoyan have a good meal," Shen Yiming opened the car door, "I'll make it up to you tomorrow, I'm sure you'll be fine tomorrow!"

"Okay," Shen Pingge said, "slow down on the road."

For a while, the table was deserted, and there was only a hot pot remaining, and Shen Pingge came back to get his scarf and mobile phone, looked down at the unfinished dishes, and left.

·

Eight past three at night.

The night in November was very cold, but it was probably because the heater in the taxi was too high, Shen Pingge was still sweating, and the black scarf draped over his elbows was useless.The roadside lights of the villa were broken, and only one emergency light was on. Shen Pingge got out of the taxi and saw the villa clearly.

There was a light on it, and a small ball of light, like fireflies in the dark night, fainted faintly.

After paying the money, Shen Pingge walked towards the villa, the sound of the taxi was far away, and the surrounding was quiet again.The door was unlocked without fingerprints, the key was inserted into the lock, and turned slightly, the sound was barely audible.

The living room is not lit, and the canvas shoes that Lian Yan often wears are on the shoe rack—he doesn’t have many shoes, so you can see them at a glance.Shen Pingge glanced at it, and changed his shoes while leaning on the wall.

Walking up the stairs, the footsteps were muffled and light.

Lian Yan's room was in the second one, and the door was ajar, and it opened with a push.

There was a small desk lamp on, but no one was there.

Shen Pingge suddenly turned his head to look at his bedroom.

He didn't hesitate much, walked over, raised his hand and pushed - he remembered that he didn't close the door, but the door couldn't be pushed open, it was locked from the inside.Shen Pingge didn't push it anymore, but stood against the wall, turned on the phone screen and checked the time.

-20: 23

The light dimmed again.

Shen Pingge crossed his arms and waited patiently against the wall. He drank some wine, and there was a strange hazy feeling in his mind. The moonlight was dim, and he stood there distracted, not knowing what he was thinking.

·

It has been nearly 10 minutes in Shen Pingge's room. Lian Yan turned over all the places where he could put papers, but worried about being discovered, she carefully returned to the original place, her heart was beating violently, and she was overwhelmed by the unconcealable sense of guilt and self-blame , but he still had to flip down.

It was hard to find, he searched for a long time, and finally found what he wanted to find on the last shelf of the bookshelf.

Very hard paper, navy blue shell, with three characters written in gold stamping on it.

letter of recommendation.

She was obviously looking for this thing, but when she found it, Lian Yan squatted on the ground without moving, rubbing the shell with her fingertips.After a long time, he took a deep breath and stood up.

After squatting for too long, there were black spots in front of his eyes when he stood up. He waited for a while, waiting for the nausea to pass, and slowly walked towards the door with the letter of recommendation.

Holding the doorknob in hand, the room is dark, the lights are turned off, and the soles of the feet are dappled with moonlight.

Lian Yan bit her lip and looked at the recommendation letter in her hand again. His palms were sweating, and it seemed that even the recommendation letter was a little damp. With a "click", Lian Yan pushed the door open.

As soon as he walked out, the violent heartbeat hadn't calmed down, he suddenly saw the shadow on the ground, the shadow cut the moonlight, his breathing stopped for a moment, Lian Yan looked over suddenly.

Shen Pingge still maintained the posture of crossing his arms, and quietly met his eyes.

Lian Yan's mind went blank, she took a step back subconsciously, and hastily hid the things in her hand back.

"Bring it," Shen Pingge stretched out his hand, his tone flat, "What is it?"

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