planetary deflection

On the day of the parent meeting, the school was much more lively than usual. Although students are not required to come to school in principle, many people came with the parents who were in the meeting.

Jiang Jing was still taking care of Jiang Ning's food and daily life, and Xiang Shaoyan was going back to China to deal with work, and it fell to him to hold the parent-teacher meeting.He was very fatherly and didn't ask Xiang Zhiyuan to get up, intending to let his silly son sleep more on this disguised rest day, but as soon as he went downstairs to eat breakfast, Xiang Zhiyuan yawned and fell asleep on his head. The disheveled hair of a chicken coop went to brush his teeth and wash his face, and was shocked by his appearance, and rushed into the bathroom to wash his hair with drums and gongs.

The father didn't understand what he was doing, so he left a piece of bread for him and asked him if he wanted to go to school.

"Not going!" Xiang Zhiyuan shouted in the bathroom, "Go by yourself, I have other things to do."

Xiang Shaoyan pretended that he had asked Yu Zishu out to play again, and told him to go home early as usual before going out. Ten minutes later, Xiang Zhiyuan came out of the shower in a hurry, shook his head full of water, and found himself new clothes to wear——Jiang Jing bought a bunch of clothes for him a while ago, washed and folded them all and put them in the closet , he hadn't had time to read them one by one, and now he happened to move them out to read them all, and chose the most pleasing set from them.

His idea is very simple: birthday is to wear new clothes, even if it's not his birthday, he should dress better to celebrate Yuan Xu's birthday.

Gray-blue hoodie, black overalls, and his newly bought white sneakers. The hair that had just been washed and blow-dried has returned to its usual smoothness. Xiang Zhiyuan looked in the mirror and felt very satisfied, so he took a gift and went out. Door.

Yuan Xu waited for him at the door of the cake shop I mentioned earlier, wearing a very nice cream yellow T-shirt, he was stunned when he saw him riding a bicycle: "You are still riding a bicycle so far away."

"I'll take you shopping later," Xiang Zhiyuan handed him the paper bag in his hand, "There's a very interesting cultural street here. Ban You went there once when I was in junior high school."

Yuan Xu took the paper bag and looked at it—it was impolite to do so, but he was afraid of receiving some shocking five- or six-figure gift from Xiang Zhiyuan again—it turned out that there was nothing, and there was only a small child lying quietly inside. The plastic box is full of translucent and beautiful sweet-scented osmanthus cakes.

"Didn't you say that Aunt Lan made sweet-scented osmanthus cake last time? I just made it yesterday, and I left a copy for you." Xiang Zhiyuan wiped his sweat with the back of his hand, and pushed open the door to let him in first. I'm dead, go into the store."

Although it was still early, it was the weekend after all, and there were already several tables of customers in the store.They found a seat by the window inside and sat down. Yuan Xu took his mobile phone to read the recommendations of review sites, and asked Xiang Zhiyuan what he wanted to eat.

"Hmm... I want mango for the drink. You can order the cake, or you can order the whole one, and then ask the clerk if there is any candle—"

Xiang Zhiyuan made a round gesture, signaling him to make a birthday cake for himself.Yuan Xu was amused by him, and asked back: "Do you think the two of us can eat the whole thing?"

"Birthday, I can't order two pieces to celebrate your birthday." Xiang Zhiyuan said.

Xiang Zhiyuan was very demanding about this strange sense of ritual, and the two of them were deadlocked on this issue for 2 minutes. Later, Yuan Xu didn't hold him back, and ordered a palm-sized sea salt cream cake. It barely satisfies him—at least it's round, and kind of cute.

Feeling better, he ran to the clerk for candles and matches, carefully inserted the candle on the cake, struck a match to light it, and urged Yuan Xu, "Quickly make a wish."

Yuan Xu said, "You insisted on blowing out the candles, why did you omit the birthday song?"

Xiang Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously said, "I don't sing very well."

"But I want to hear it." Yuan Xu said.

The candle was still burning, and the thin one wouldn't last long, Xiang Zhiyuan knew he was playing tricks, so he had to say, "I'll sing it to you later."

In fact, he is really not very good at singing, and he refused to listen to the deadly childish songs such as happy birthday songs on his birthday after he was ten years old with the reason of "I don't need to sing anymore when I grow up".But watching Yuan Xu cut the cake with a triumphant smile on the corner of his mouth, he thought again, let's sing something, just don't choose this one.

The cream on the cake was a bit salty. Yuan Xu blew out the candles and divided it into six portions, each with a small corner, adding more after eating, and taking the rest away.

He scraped the salted butter with a fork, spread it evenly on the sponge cake, then cut off a small piece and put it in his mouth, as if stating the answer to a short-answer question, he said: "16 years old."

"Well," Xiang Zhiyuan flattered, "Congratulations, Yuan Xu, you have entered a new stage in your life."

He paused, then smiled into Yuan Xu's gaze, and said, "I'm glad that I'm the one to accompany you on your birthday."

This was already a tacit level of intimacy, far beyond his original imagination. Sitting opposite Yuan Xu, he suddenly realized that the other party was half a year younger than him.

"It's a pity," Xiang Zhiyuan whispered, "my birthday is too early."

He didn't know Yuan Xu then.

Yuan Xu understands what he means, but he has no position to say something nice like "I can spend with you next year". Together like today.

So he just asked "When is your birthday?" After getting the answer, he silently kept the answer in his heart, thinking about giving Xiang Zhiyuan a gift next year.

The cake was actually very small, and most of it ended up in Xiang Zhiyuan's stomach, so they ate it all.Yuan Xu went to check out with the bag containing osmanthus cake, turned around and saw Xiang Zhiyuan driving the lock outside the glass door, he was afraid that the seat cushion would be hot, so he deliberately parked the car under a big banyan tree, and when he bent down, there was sunshine It fell from the gaps in the shade of the trees and turned into beautiful spots when it fell on him.

It seems that the whole person has the taste of summer.

No, it seems that he is Xia Tian.Yuan Xu thought.

When he came out, the coolness accumulated on Xiang Zhiyuan's body after being blown by the air conditioner for more than an hour had quickly melted away. When he accidentally touched Yuan Xu's hand, he found that the back of his hand was still cold, so he half-jokingly said: "You look like a human-shaped air conditioner, so cool."

Yuan Xu looked at him expressionlessly for two seconds, then suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm, freezing Xiang Zhiyuan into a shudder.

"anything else?"

"No, no, please get in the car."

It was agreed to go shopping in Wenhua Street, Yuan Xu stepped into the back seat without thinking, Xiang Zhiyuan waited patiently for him to sit down, and then rode out from the alley where the cake shop was located.

"Where's the song?" Yuan Xu tugged at the hem of his clothes.

What should come still has to come, even if the person is sitting in the back seat, it is impossible for him to get rid of it.

Xiang Zhiyuan was suspicious for a while, and after a while, Yuan Xu heard his voice in the wind.

"Looking at your back, my body is unnatural/Looking at your front, my hands are trembling uncontrollably/Looking at your smiling face, I am happy for days and nights..." (*Note)

He rode Yuan Xu through the two rows of iconic street trees on Siji Road, turned into the intersection of an old street, and could hear the sound of wind blowing wind chimes in the distance.

"Talk to you, I will be speechless/Meet you, my body temperature will fluctuate—"

He didn't sing any more after that.

Yuan Xu sat on the back seat of the bicycle, very close, and Xiang Zhiyuan articulated clearly, so he also keenly realized why Xiang Zhiyuan didn't continue singing.

He had never heard of this song, and he didn't speak Cantonese very well, but the lyrics were not obscure, so simple that he could understand every word.Xiang Zhiyuan's singing is not as bad as what he said, at least these few lines sound good to him.

He didn't ask why it wasn't a happy birthday song, but just pretended he didn't understand it, and said, "My Cantonese is not good, did you mean it?"

Xiang Zhiyuan laughed, feeling a little relieved: "Yes, on purpose."

Yuan Xu couldn't see his expression, and remembered the phrase "look at your back, my body is not natural", he hesitated and grabbed the shelf of the back seat.

Cultural Street is a kind of antique building that is deliberately old, which is a bit like a man-made scenic spot. There are many interesting small shops in it, there are food and entertainment, and many of them are specially set up to facilitate tourists to take pictures.Xiang Zhiyuan still remembered that when they came to play in the third year of junior high school, a group of more than a dozen people almost filled up the shop selling roasted wings in honey sauce, and played lively all afternoon, just like elementary school students who came out for a spring outing for the first time .

The shop that sells roasted wings is a herbal tea shop. He reported the name of the shop to Yuan Xu and asked him to use the navigation to find it. It has been a long time, and Xiang Zhiyuan himself can't remember where it is.

"It seems to go straight in, and turn left when you see a shop selling sour plum soup." Yuan Xu studied the phone, and then said.

Xiang Zhiyuan parked his car at the intersection of the street, and when he looked up, he saw a wind chime shop at the entrance. The sound of the wind chimes they heard just now probably came from here.

"Do you like wind chimes?" He asked Yuan Xu.

Yuan Xu followed his line of sight to look at the wind chimes hanging under the eaves, shook his head, and said, "I like the wind."

It can be a silent breeze, or a loud gust of wind. I like it to blow away the heat, and I like it to bring severe cold and wake people up.

With a very original answer, Xiang Zhiyuan laughed, and took the lead to walk into Wenhua Street: "Let's go, I'll take you to eat something delicious."

They walked for a while and passed a shop selling musical instruments. Yuan Xu couldn't walk any longer. He stood outside the window and took a look, then took another look, and was finally pulled in by Xiang Zhiyuan.

The store is not big, and they sell small musical instruments, most of which seem to be handmade.There is an operating table inside, and a middle-aged man who seems to be in his 40s is sitting behind him, making a very small drum.

"Look at whatever you like."

He also greeted guests casually, and continued to bow his head and go about his own business after speaking.

The drum is only the size of a palm. The body of the drum looks like it is made of good wood. The pattern is carefully drawn on it. The belt is also made of belt. It is full of ethnic style. It looks like a toy, but the details are very delicate. It can be seen that it is almost finished. up.Yuan Xu stood there watching for a while, couldn't hold back, and asked him, "Excuse me, do you sell this snare drum?"

"Sell it, I'm in business, why don't you sell it?" The man patted the drum and made a nice sound. He nodded in satisfaction, and finally took a straight look at Yuan Xu, "Do you want to buy it?"

"Well, I like drums."

"How do you learn drums?" the man asked casually.

"Drums."

"Then my gadget is a bit crude, and it's not the same number."

"It's okay," Yuan Xu smiled, turned to look at Xiang Zhiyuan who was looking at the flute in front of another cabinet, and said in a low voice, "I want to buy it as a gift."

The author says:

Note: The lyrics are from Jacky Cheung's "Tell You Know". It is a Cantonese song. If you are interested, you can listen to it and take a look at the lyrics that Xiaoxiang avoided.

By the way, Rongshi is my fictional city in the south. It would be good to regard it as a place in the Guangdong area, and it should not affect everyone's understanding.