The Lingering Sounds of Blooming Flowers

The next step he took was like stepping on cotton, the lollipop on his fingertips stopped spinning, and Lu Chenfeng's mind went blank for a moment.After regaining consciousness, it is not difficult to guess how Lin Chaosheng knew his birthday. After all, he needs to register his ID card to stay in the inn.

It's just that this blessing came unexpectedly, it was inevitable, and it really hit my heart.

Last year's birthday was spent in the ward, staying in front of his father's sickbed, Lu Chenfeng chewed the hospital food, heard the doctor's regret, felt that his situation was like a piece of driftwood in the vast ocean, and he was about to lose the most important support in his life.

Lin Chaosheng said: "Shouxing, what would you like to have for dinner?"

The driftwood seemed to be on the shore, and his shallow footsteps finally stepped firmly. He tilted his head and met his smirking eyes. Lu Chenfeng wondered if Lin Chaosheng wanted to see him moved and embarrassed: "It's okay."

Lin Chaosheng: "Aren't there any requirements?"

Lu Chenfeng answered frankly: "Yes, you do it."

Few leaves fell from the top of their heads, and the golden red of the afterglow hung over the shoulders of the two of them. Lin Chaosheng looked at the place where the sea and the sky meet, and his voice was so low that he seemed to be talking to himself: "Although this sentence may be a bit late."

No matter how lightly the whisper was, Lu Chenfeng could easily capture it, after all, his mind was not on enjoying the scenery at all.Lin Chaosheng pursed his lips and said, "I'm really happy that you can stay."

It was still the wooden table next to the bookshelf. While waiting for the birthday meal, Lu Chenfeng slid open the screen and clicked into WeChat, only to see a few unread birthday wishes.

It was Fang Yi who sent the message at zero.Lu Chenfeng finished replying one by one, put away his phone and planned to choose a book to read, but unexpectedly, his concentration was not as good as during the day, his mood became complicated by the presence of Lin Chaosheng, and his interest was temporarily taken away from the book, and he wanted to look at Lin Chaosheng more the inn.

His eyes lingered in the direction of the kitchen, it was hard to hide his inner anxiety, a helpless smile stretched out from the corners of Lu Chenfeng's lips, and the fingers on his forehead stroked his temples back and forth.

This is probably the so-called "waiting to be fed" feeling, Lu Chenfeng looked at Lin Chaosheng who was walking towards him with a plate, and the books that should have been put back on the table were forgotten on the table.

"Pineapple rice will be eaten later." The small square table was full of dishes, and what was pushed in front of Lu Chenfeng was a bowl of clear noodle soup. Lin Chaosheng handed him the chopsticks, "After all, it's a birthday, and the sense of ceremony is very important."

Lu Chenfeng asked in surprise: "What ceremony?"

"Pick up longevity." Lin Chaosheng sat opposite him, arms folded, with a smile on his face, "First chopsticks, pick them as high as possible, the higher you pick, the older you will live."

Although Lu Chenfeng has never done this before, he has heard a little about the customs of the northerners.Put the tip of the chopsticks into the noodle bowl, turn your wrist to stir it vigorously, and slowly pull it up. Two big men in their thirties are staring nervously at the height of the noodles. From the perspective of outsiders, it is really indescribably funny. .

Jian Yi narrowed her eyes in confusion, what are these two doing?

From a position that is neither high nor low, from looking down at the tabletop to looking straight up, when the noodles slid off the chopsticks, Lu Chenfeng shrugged with a smile: "Boss Lin, please do the math, how old can I live?"

Lin Chaosheng touched his chin solemnly, let out a long "um", pretended to think, and then bent the corners of his eyes into crescent moons: "Long live a hundred years."

In Lu Chenfeng's impression, this was the first time that Lin Chaosheng accompanied him to eat the whole meal, but he didn't take it seriously, sometimes raised his arm to push the uneven spine of the book into a line, and sometimes sorted the postcards received in the storage box, Just an occasional question: "How does it taste?"

As night fell, Lu Chenfeng returned to his room, opened the door and walked to the balcony. When he sat down, he took out the orange-flavored lollipop in his pocket, unwrapped it and put it in his mouth.

While staring blankly at the whole candy, Lu Chenfeng held a plastic stick in his mouth, pretending to be addicted to cigarettes.He lowered his head and turned on the phone and found Lin Chaosheng's name. The person's profile picture was a flying seagull, and Moments had not been activated.

The screen turned on and off, tapped several times with his fingertips, and the door knock sounded behind him pulled Lu Chenfeng's wandering thoughts back.He put his mobile phone on the low table, threw away the plastic stick, and the distance from the balcony to the entrance was only a few steps, but he felt like he had walked for a long time.

The heart rate is different for each step.Having lived for 32 years, he has participated in countless exhibitions, met all kinds of people, and faced harsh and cruel situations. Lu Chenfeng has never been in such a turmoil, and this is the first time he has tasted the feeling of anxiety.

Holding the doorknob with his right hand, when Lu Chenfeng began to worry that the person outside the door was not Lin Chaosheng, he suddenly understood his mind thoroughly.

His feelings for Lin Chaosheng are probably deeper than what he realizes.

Especially at the moment when he opened the door and his long uneasy breath fell evenly after seeing Lin Chaosheng, Lu Chenfeng finally understood that on his birthday night, he longed for Lin Chaosheng's company.

His face remained the same as before, unchanged from the past, Lu Chenfeng asked: "Didn't you rest?"

"It's still early." Lin Chaosheng replied, "Did I bother you?"

Lu Chenfeng stepped aside to open the door, and tilted his head into the room: "What would you like to drink?"

"White water is fine." Just after answering, Lin Chaosheng suddenly felt something was wrong, it was obvious that Lu Chenfeng was a guest.He smiled slightly, "Have our identities been reversed?"

Lu Chenfeng pressed the switch of the kettle to heat up the warm water: "You have been busy all night for the birthday, so take a rest."

"That's not busy." Seeing that the balcony door was open, Lin Chaosheng sat in the rattan armchair outside the house knowingly, "I don't feel tired at all."

Taking the water glass brought by Lu Chenfeng, Lin Chaosheng used it to warm his palms, sitting upright.It's not deliberate, it's a habit I've developed since I was a child, Lu Chenfeng has Lin Chaosheng's upright shoulders in his peripheral vision, and his every move reflects a good family education.

Lin Chaosheng took a sip of water and moistened his lips: "Does Mr. Lu have any wishes? I heard that you can make three wishes on your birthday."

Lu Chenfeng shook his head: "The birthday wish of the second grade of elementary school has not been fulfilled yet, so I don't have the time to think about new ones."

Once a gentle and refined person makes a joke, the sense of disobedience that does not conform to the appearance will become more humorous, which makes Lin Chaosheng couldn't help laughing: "Can I ask what you promised?"

Lu Chenfeng said calmly, "Become the richest man in Beijing."

Lin Chaosheng decided not to be reserved anymore, he laughed out loud, covered his stomach and said, "You didn't lie to me, did you?"

"Actually, I don't remember much about the second grade, it's too long ago." Lu Chenfeng's deep voice is very magnetic, "However, when I was young, I liked to write a diary. My dad still kept it."

Speaking of his father, Lu Chenfeng touched the shirt that Father Lu gave him with the back of his hand, and when he turned to look at Lin Chaosheng, he found that the other party had conjured up a palm-sized kraft paper box and put it lightly in front of him.

Lu Chenfeng raised his eyebrows: "Could it be a gift?"

Lin Chaosheng: "A little thought, just don't dislike it."

He would not accept the expensive ones, and Lin Chaosheng would not give away the ones that were not up to the grade. Lu Chenfeng firmly believed that there was such a tacit understanding between them, so he was even more curious about what this gift was.

The lid of the box was half raised, Lu Chenfeng suddenly stopped, and reached out to tap the table.He asked Lin Chaosheng: "Although it is a bit childish to say this, but for the sake of fairness, can I also ask when is Boss Lin's birthday?"

Lin Chaosheng still had a smile on his face. He put down his water glass and cast his eyes far away, looking at the starlight spread out on the sea, and pretended: "I really want to know?"

Lu Chenfeng said clearly: "Think."

Lin Chaosheng said: "The day you stayed at Jiaxi Hotel."