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"Fucking, I'm finally seventeen!" Lin Yanxing said with a sip of Coca-Cola.

Chen Yan smiled slightly, sat casually on the curb, stretched her legs, raised her head, and looked at the layers of tree shadows.

Today is not only Lin Yanxing's birthday, but also the first anniversary of his rebirth. In a sense, it is a beautiful coincidence that their birthdays are on the same day.

He was in a great mood—Lin Yanxing is back, how can he not be in a good mood—but he didn't show it on the surface.

Once people grow up, they don't dare to express their emotions recklessly, especially when they show complacency. They always feel that once the god of fate sees them, they will find an opportunity to hit you, lest you stick your tail into the sky.

Therefore, Chen Ren's happiness is often kept secretly in his arms, only he knows it, enjoys it alone, and tastes the sweetest taste alone in the dead of night.

He was so happy that he might not be able to sleep half the night today. Although he didn't show his expression, his emotions penetrated his skin, exuding a moving look on his face.

He asked Lin Yanxing: "You are so tanned, how did you explain it to your father and Mr. Xu when you came back?"

"Tell me that I raise horses." Lin Yanxing laughed: "My mother did get a few horses over there. They were not purebred horses, and they were just riding for fun. But in front of my father and Brother Xu, I Just blow them into gods, and I serve sweaty horses every day, can I not be black?"

He paused for a moment, then leaned closer: "Is it really that dark?"

Chen Ren nodded.

"Won't you be handsome if it's dark?" Lin Yanxing was worried.

In fact, he is still handsome. Lin Yanxing's appearance is here, and he can be seen even if he is burnt into charcoal.

Chen Yan nodded, her cold and beautiful eyelids rolled up, and she said, "But the fuck let me compare."

Lin Yanxing insisted on opening his eyelids with his fingers: "Let me take a closer look."

"Don't make trouble!" Chen Yan almost burst into tears, and blinked sourly.

Lin Yanxing withdrew his hands and stared blankly.

Chen Yan asked: "What's wrong?"

Lin Yanxing just looked at him.

Have you ever had this kind of time-you collide with another creature, and when your eyes meet, your soul trembles slightly, because your magnetic field is compatible, and your body and body are compatible.

This moment is indescribable, only hope that time will be infinitely extended.

It is a touching whim, a turbulent heartbeat, and happiness overflowing from the bottom of my heart.

The touch of Chen Ren's eyelashes still remained on his fingertips, fluffy and dense, itching to the bottom of my heart.

He wondered why the other party could create this itch with such a cold face and cold tone?Why don't I want anyone, just this itch?

Lin Yanxing knew that from now on, he would be inseparable from this person.

He only waits for the passage of time, only for the seasons to change, only for the future.

Finally, Lin Yanxing flicked Chen Ren's cheek with his finger, very lightly, as if he was made of porcelain: "I'm seventeen, are you unhappy?"

"No." Chen Yan turned her watery eyes.

"Then why is your face pale?" Lin Yanxing asked.

Chen Yan asked back: "Is there?"

Lin Yanxing nodded: "Yes, not just today, you've been so weak all day long."

But when he was in South America—in dense forests, in river valleys, on plateaus, on mountain tops, in dangerous waters infested with crocodiles, above the thin air of snow, in the lifeless hot desert, on the banks of thundering waterfalls Bian—I don't know how much I miss this pale face.

I always thought that it would be great if Chen Yan was here, and it would be great for him to see the scenery in front of him. He might never have been out of Licheng City.

Did he know what a mountain was like when it was cut by fierce winds and ice?Do you know what a mirror-like salt lake looks like?Ever heard the sound of water like a roar from the devil's throat?

I must not know, I can't even imagine it.

So you must take him with you next time, every time.

Chen Eun said: "I'm naturally light-hearted, it's not interesting to watch anything."

Lin Yanxing made a serious face on purpose: "The birthday star is here today, don't be boring, just laugh and say a few auspicious words."

"I wish you good fortune like the stars in the universe, and a longevity longer than the Antarctic fairy." Chen Ren said.

Lin Yanxing stared: "I'm seventeen, not seventy."

Chen Yan smiled and said, "Soon to be seventy."

Lin Yanxing scolded him: "Little bastard!"

Chen Yan shook the Coke bottle and said, "Shouxing Gong, hurry up and get something to eat, I'm hungry."

Lin Yanxing stood up obediently to buy food, and walked tall under the shadow of the tree. The dappled sunlight made his hair flicker, sometimes shining golden.

Chen Ren hugged her knees with both hands, resting her head on the back of her hands, staring at him tenderly until he gradually drifted away.

But he knew that he would come back, standing in front of him handsomely, with a bright smile and a little bit of unscrupulousness.

Today is Lin Yanxing's birthday, and it's also his birthday.

Looking up at the sky, the big clouds are like white sails full of wind, and there are swaying plants and singing birds around him.

Such a happy day.

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"Gift"

Such a happy day.

The fog cleared early in the morning and I was working in the garden while the hummingbirds settled on the honeysuckle.

There is nothing in this world that I want to possess.

I know no one I can envy.

I have forgotten any misfortune I have suffered.

It does not embarrass me to think that I am the same person today.

There is no pain in me.

Straightening up, I saw the blue sea and sail shadows.

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[End of the first part]

ps: The poem comes from the Polish poet Czeslaw Milosz