[Bottle Evil] Snowy Illusion

March [-]th, Hangzhou

Wu Yiqiong was busy working between the dining table and the kitchen, while having fun. The dishes on the table were all his own, and they were all his son's favorite.

A question from Wu Xie's mother came from the living room: Is that glutinous rice ball cooked? It's still fifteen today.

Wu Xie wiped the sweat from his forehead, the steam in the pot was rising upwards, it was as white as glutinous rice balls.Wu Xie took a big cooked bowl, put it on the dining table, and said, "Mom is serving dinner, I cooked the glutinous rice balls."

The last thing Wu Yiqiong brought was a bowl of longevity noodles, and he said with a smile, "Boy, you've grown up in a flash, come, let's try your father's cooking."

Wu Xie picked one up with chopsticks, and put it in his mouth without thinking about burning it. He gave Wu Yiqiong a thumbs up, and said vaguely, "The sword is not old."

On TV was CCTV's Lantern Festival Gala. In the festive music, Wu Yiqiong and his wife laughed.

March [-]th, Beijing

Fireworks were going off in the Huo family compound, and every sound would dye a large stretch of night sky into a brilliant color.

This is the Huo family's first peaceful Lantern Festival in several years.

Xiuxiu tightened her scarf, breathed into her slender white hands, and stared straight at the fireworks in the sky.Nothing unusual, but the state of mind is already different.

Xie Yuchen leaned close to Xiuxiu's ear and asked, "Is it cold? Then go back to the house."

Xiuxiu shook her head, her eyes lit up, she took out her mobile phone from her bag, and said to Xie Yuchen, "Today is brother Wu Xie's birthday, let's call him."

Xie Yuchen took the phone, smiled and clicked on the name.

The sound of fireworks bursting out one after another, the voice on the phone was not very clear, but there was no need to say more words of blessing.

Banai, March [-]th

Agui took all the big and small gifts brought by the fat man into the back room, and he was so happy that he patted the fat man on the shoulder and said, "The car arrived so late, it's really hard for you."

The fat man smiled and said: "It's not too late, of course I have to spend the day with my father-in-law on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month!"

The smile on Agui's old face froze for a moment, his eyes were hot, he nodded and hurriedly pulled the fat man into the room to sit.

The fat man drank most of the bottle of water, wiped his mouth and said: "My father-in-law lend me the phone, mine is dead, I have to make a call quickly."

Agui hurriedly handed the phone to the fat man, and the fat man took it and pressed a series of numbers skillfully.

The night in the village is quiet and peaceful, and the lights are as bright as the stars in the sky.

Fatty smiled into the phone: "Fatty, I sent a congratulatory message from Yaozhai. I wish our innocent comrades such as Donghai and Shoubi Nanshan!"

"Fuck." The other end of the phone scolded with a smile, "I'm not celebrating my [-]th birthday!"

"Your thinking is too rigid. Whoever said that you can't wish a long life at the age of 40."

"It's not yet forty, you're almost fifty, I'm not in a hurry to chase after you."

"Okay, you are the birthday star today, brother, I don't care about you, I wish you a happy birthday, please. When you were eighteen, you were also a handsome guy in Yushu Linfeng..."

There was a sarcastic but unmistakably happy laugh on the phone.

March [-]th, Beijing

"ready, go--"

After Su Wan muttered in a low voice, he held up the phone with one hand, and made an OK gesture to the blind man opposite him with the other.

The blind man coughed lightly, then lifted the violin in his hand to his shoulder, and in an instant a melodious melody flowed from the strings.

pity--

"Damn it! You're playing "The Moon Reflected in Two Springs" again!" Su Wan roared.

The black blind man was suddenly happy, showing a row of bright white teeth, and had no intention of stopping at all.However, the melody continued and changed, and the cheerful tune of "Ode to Joy" was inserted into it, and it matched with "The Moon Reflected in Two Springs" without any sense of disobedience.

Su Wan's eyes widened, while the phone video continued.

Then, when Su Wan was stunned by Hei Xiazi's arrangement, which had never been done before or since, the melody transitioned softly to a gentle and warm section.

Su Wan couldn't help laughing, and quickly opened his mouth to sing along: Happy Birthday to you...

The camera flipped, and Su Wan made his face face the camera, then stepped back to the side of the blind man, and raised his arms as high as possible so that both of them were on the screen of the phone.

The sound of the piano died down, and Su Wan sang the last line: Happy Birthday to my dear boss, I wish you a happy birthday...

After sending it to the computer, after simple editing and compression, Su Wan opened the mailbox.

March [-]th, Hangzhou

Li Cu finished paying, took the cake box from the clerk, thought for a while and asked, "Did you write what I said on it?"

The clerk handed Li Cu a card and said with a smile, "It's written exactly according to your wishes. This is our custom-made phone number. You are welcome to come back next time."

Li Cu took the card and said thank you, but there was a disappointed expression on his face, and it was really written on it...

Li Cu somewhat regretted the words that came to mind on the spur of the moment, while thinking, let's not make an example, I will never do such a nasty thing again in this life.

Li Cu took a taxi and got into the car with the cake box in his hands. Imagining someone's expression when he opened the box and saw the cake, he couldn't help but tighten the belt again.

March [-]th, Changbai Mountain

There seemed to be some changes in the sound of the water on this day, and every time the solar terms changed, he still had some perception of the outside world more or less.

It was dark all around, without a ray of light, but some of the images that emerged intermittently in his consciousness were colorful, and even had both sound and shape.

He knows that these memories are what he wants to keep most, and they are the only ones that are meaningful to him. They are the ones that he still hopes to keep after removing a certain identity.

There is a section of those colorful pictures that is monotonous, almost pure white, that is the snow mountain, and it is his last memory outside the door.

All the cells in the body are in the state of the lowest energy consumption, so he can't feel his own body, he can move his fingers to regain consciousness, but now is not the time.

There is no unit of time here that can be calculated. He does not know when it is morning and when it is night. He can only rely on his own recording method.There seemed to be a vague idea in his mind, maybe a reflection of memory, this moment might be special, he thought.

He thought of his hand, one of which was seriously injured, and it was also in his last memory before entering the door.

The injury should have healed long ago, and he knew that day was not far away.

March [-]th, Hangzhou

After ten o'clock, Wu Yiqiong and his wife were already sound asleep. Wu Xie returned to his room and walked to the window. Outside the window were lights from thousands of houses.

At hand is an exquisite cardboard box, if it weren't for the bag with candles and paper plates and forks glued to it, I really wouldn't be able to tell that it was a box of birthday cakes.

"This kid..." Wu Xie said softly, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Wu Xie stretched out his hand and began to open it. The box was wrapped with several laps of tape, as if he didn't want to be opened, and he didn't know what the sender was thinking.

Wu Xie patiently untied the strap, and then opened the box.

Inside was a round birthday cake of moderate size. The first thing Wu Xie noticed was a miniature ancient black gold knife made of chocolate. It could be seen that it was not made by a professional pastry chef. Clusters of their own handwriting.Maybe even afraid that Wu Xie would not be able to recognize it, he deliberately wrote the four small characters "Black Gold Ancient Knife" on the "blade body". The white cream sticks together, making it difficult to identify.

Below the chocolate knife is a sentence, Wu Xie looked at it for a long time, not only smiled, but also softened his eyebrows and eyes.

Wu Xie picked up the fork and ate it, and ate the ancient chocolate knife first. Anyway, the real thing was lying there on his shelf.

Looking at the sentence "Happy birthday, we will accompany you to pick up Brother Zhang", Wu Xie turned the fork in his hand, and pointed at the three characters in it.

END