The seven years between me and Zha Gong

Chen Ningshuang's expression changed, she looked at Fang Qiyan with resentment and disbelief, and the scene was also in a daze.

"Lan Weiyu? Who...?"

"Isn't the champion called Chen Ningshuang?"

Fang Qiyan put down the microphone and stopped talking. The host was also a little embarrassed. He coughed a few times and said, "It's over?" He hurriedly eased the atmosphere: "Haha, it's very interesting, this Lan Weiyu must be your very important friend, right? Hahaha..."

At the same time, in the convenience store where Lan Weiyu worked, the TV was broadcasting the live broadcast of the Fengcheng XX Cup Piano Competition. Lan Weiyu looked at the screen, Fang Qiyan's handsome face, and the sentence "Lan Weiyu, happy birthday!" ", his heart was shaken, he put the goods bought by the customer into the shopping bag, but his hands were trembling, Fang Qiyan, remember.

Fang Qiyan remembered his birthday.

Despite countless times of persuading himself not to think too much and not to hope too much, Lan Weiyu is still happy for such a small thing, even though Fang Qiyan didn't celebrate his birthday, even though Fang Qiyan is by someone else's side now.

But just saying happy birthday made him feel satisfied. It turned out that he really liked Fang Qiyan so much... The customer put down the change and left, but Lan Weiyu was still in a daze. The store manager looked at the TV screen and said, "Weiyu, TV Do you know that kid?"

"Ah... no..." Lan Weiyu blushed, lowered her head and sorted out the change.

"But he wished you a happy birthday, in front of the national audience, how should I put it..." The store manager tilted his head and thought for a while, then said, "Isn't it a bit romantic?"

romantic? !Lan Weiyu was so frightened that all the change in her hand fell on the ground, and it jingled non-stop. The store manager was startled, patted his chest and said, "Weiyu, are you okay." "Ah...it's okay." Lan Weiyu picked up the change, but he thought of Fang Qiyan's stinky and handsome face, a guy who is not even warm to school girls, how could there be romance at all...?

Lan Weiyu thought, but the corners of her lips raised involuntarily.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the store manager opened a bottle of beer, saying that he congratulated Lan Weiyu on becoming an adult. Lan Weiyu took a sip, and the irritating foam made him cough violently. The store manager laughed heartily, and he patted Lan Weiyu. Weiyu's back, said: "Weiyu, you are so cute!!" "Shop manager, stop talking nonsense, boys won't be happy when they are called cute..." Lan Weiyu wiped the wine from her lips, muttered.