Chi Guang

The first monthly exam is over.

The second name in the grade list is Xu Chichuan, Yue Xue slipped to eighth, Su Pingran and Huang Jing rushed into the top [-], Lu Miaoyi finally passed every subject, and Shen Qiansong got rid of it. At the end of the crane, Mu Shihai finished writing all the test papers carefully for the first time.

Tao Yiming expressed his satisfaction, and continued to be elated in the grade group, promising not to change his and Mu Shihai's seats in the future, and to be directly bound to graduate from the high school entrance examination.

Xu Chichuan is very proud. Who said falling in love will affect his grades?

For dinner at night, Shen Sijing picked up a big chicken leg for him: "How do you want to spend your birthday this year?"

"Huh?" He swallowed the vermicelli in his mouth: "No. 15?"

"There are still more than ten days, soon, should I invite my classmates to come home like last year, or do you go out to play?"

"let me see."

"Go out to play, go out to play, let your mother pay for it," Xu Youhua interjected, "Save me from cooking."

Shen Sijing glared at him: "Any opinion?"

"……No."

The next morning when Mu Shihai came to pick him up, Xu Chichuan asked first, and Mu Shihai patted his head: "You decide, I'll accompany you."

"Then let's live casually," Xu Chichuan said with his fingers: "Anyway, it's Saturday, go to the movies in the morning, eat hot pot at noon, find a KTV to cut cakes in the afternoon, and in the evening—" He pinched Mu Shihai's clothes Sleeve: "Let's go ride the Ferris wheel."

"Okay," a big hand held him behind his back: "Go and ride the Ferris wheel."

He really wanted to ask about his birthday present, but Mu Shihai refused to say: "Anyway, it must be a surprise."

"chocolate?"

... "I will be so perfunctory to you?"

"Clothes, shoes?"

"...do I look so uncreative?"

"What is that?"

Mu Shihai tilted his head proudly: "I'll know when the time comes."

It was the first time that I was so looking forward to celebrating my birthday earlier. After waiting for more than ten days, I finally waited until Friday. Huang Jing was holding a gift at the school gate. Her long legs were particularly eye-catching. Seeing him coming, her eyes lit up: "Xiao Chuan Happy birthday son! Go out to play tomorrow, I will give it to you today."

He smiled and said, "Thank you, sister Jing."

Mu Shihai stood aside and glanced at it. It should be a pair of shoes, but they didn't hit each other.

Entering the classroom, Xu Chichuan found that his desk had been occupied by a pile of packing boxes: a scarf from Liu Yiyu, roller skates from Lu Miaoyi, a small Lego block from Lao Xie, a model of the Eiffel Tower bought by Yang Yu, a Pingran gave a brush, Shen Gansong gave a bottle of ink...

Tao Yiming gave him a big, fragrant orange.

What surprised him was that one of the greeting cards was signed and signed by Yue Xue. Xu Chichuan thought for a while, found a new box of chocolates from the drawer, and put it in her drawer when no one was around at noon. Post-it note with thank you.

Mu Shihai took a quick look at it, it was very good, there was no collision.

After everyone's gifts were received, Xu Chichuan spread his hands to look for someone, who remained motionless and raised his eyebrows: "It's only NO.15 tomorrow, don't worry."

Xu Chichuan: ...Just one day, I will bear it.

Before school was over, Jiang Huiyu came to him suddenly, and quickly turned to look at the classroom. Mu Shihai was not there, and went to the bathroom.

A head of long hair was gently let down, a pink bow was clipped to her sideburns, and the girl was holding a flat light blue box in her hand: "Happy Birthday."

"Don't say no again." She smiled, her eyes were a little haggard: "It's not something expensive, and it won't embarrass you."

"Think of it as a graduation gift."

Sincere and polite, people can't find a reason to refuse: "Thank you, thank you."

Jiang Huiyu nodded, and when she turned around, her skirt was slightly raised, looking graceful.

This seemed to be the first time he saw Jiang Huiyu's back.

The box is small but delicate, with a layer of gold dust on the light blue wrapping paper, Xu Chichuan was stunned after opening it——

It’s a stack of postcards, about 20 of them, from different cities and museums, with stamps on the back, it looks like it’s been carefully prepared.

"What are you looking at?"

When Mu Shihai came back from the toilet, he saw him standing at the door, saw what he was holding clearly, and raised his eyebrows: "Jiang Huiyu sent it?"

"Ah... um."

"Oh," he nodded, "it's pretty pretty."

Xu Chichuan:? ? ?

In the evening, I took the presents I received home, put them all away, held the stack of postcards for a long time, and finally put them in the bottom drawer of the desk, then took a shower and went to bed early.

I'm going to ride the Ferris wheel tomorrow.

At a quarter past eight, Shen Sijing knocked on the door: "Chuan'er, get up and answer the phone."

Before even opening his eyes, the receiver turned his mouth to one side: "Hello?"

"Get up and wash, I'm downstairs."

Sitting up in shock while dying, he dropped the phone and rushed into the toilet yelling, which shocked Shen Sijing a lot.

Quickly changed clothes, put on shoes and went downstairs. Before leaving, Shen Sijing took 500 yuan and handed it to him: "Don't be frizzy, it's fun, if you don't come back at night, tell me in advance."

"I know," kissing Shen Sijing close to the cheek, "Thank you, Mom."

The elevator door opened, and Mu Shihai had already opened his hands and waited for him: "It's so slow."

Xu Chichuan rushed into his arms, arching his head and chest: "It's you, so early."

"Here," Mu Shihai took out a bowl of small glutinous rice cakes like a magic trick: "Eat it quickly, it's still hot."

Xu Chichuan's eyes lit up: "Where did you buy it?"

"By the way, is it delicious?"

"good to eat."

As long as it's delicious, Mu Shihai reached out to wipe the soy noodles from the corner of his mouth, and he went out at seven o'clock in vain. After searching three streets, he found an old man pushing a cart selling rice cakes.

After making an appointment to meet at Dongyuan Cinema at 09:30, Mu Shihai hailed a taxi, and the two people in the blind spot in the back row held hands and interlocked their fingers.

Huang Jing is dressed in a cool girl today, with Martin boots and shorts. She is not afraid of the cold morning breeze in early spring. Yang Yu stands behind Liu Yiyu, silently blocking the dust raised by the cleaning lady. Chi Chuan and Mu Shihai were a little stunned when they got off the taxi together: "You... came together?"

"To give a birthday present," Mu Shihai changed the topic calmly: "What movie are you watching?"

Xie Zihuang couldn't wait: "Comprehensive Counterattack!"

"Hit your head!" Huang Jing slapped him on the head: "Listen to Xiao Chuan!"

"Go ahead and watch the filming."

The three brothers Xie, Chen, and Yang hugged together and wanted to watch action movies, Huang Jing and Liu Yiyu wanted to watch comedy movies, Lu Miaoyi and Su Pingran were casual, and Mu Shihai didn't express their opinions.

"Chuan'er, tell me! What are you looking at!"

"Yes! Say it, Xiao Chuan!"

Xu Chichuan pointed to a poster opposite: "Let's look at that."

There are four large characters on the poster.

"Break Up Contract"

Those who want to watch action movies and comedies are silent.

Lu Miao was the first to react, with her hips on her hips and a sad expression on her face: "You have fallen, and you have finally fallen without telling Dad."

Xu Chichuan: ...

Even Su Pingran came to watch the fun: "You finally compromised with Jiang Huiyu?"

Xu Chichuan: ...

Finally, I watched "Break Up Contract".

Nine people occupied a whole row, with Lu Miaoyi sitting on the far side, Xie Zihuang next to Huang Jing, Yang Yu sitting next to Liu Yiyu holding the popcorn bucket for her, Shen Gansong followed Su Ping with a Coke.

The lights went out, and the theater was pitch black. No one noticed that the two people on the far right were holding hands under the seats.

It’s a bloody but tear-jerking romance film. The female protagonist broke up with the male protagonist because of cancer and then reconciled. After the reconciliation, the female protagonist’s cancer relapsed. The two got married, but there was no happy ending. The female protagonist still died in the end. In the end, the male lead managed to take over the coffee shop.

At the end of the movie, Huang Jing and Liu Yiyu had already cried, Xie Zihuang hurriedly said: "Jing Jing, don't worry! I will die by your side if I get cancer."

"What nonsense!" Huang Jing kicked him: "Give me a good life!"

Lu Miaoyi also looked regretful: "I thought it was a good ending."

Liu Yiyu sniffed, his eyes were red: "Stop talking, let's eat."

"Yes! Eat! Eat!" Xu Chichuan felt a little sorry for choosing a sad romance movie: "On the third floor, Jiugongge Old Hot Pot, the location has been reserved."

Mu Shihai was at the end slowly, Xu Chichuan came over to hold him: "What's wrong...hey!"

At the corner of the elevator, Xu Chichuan was pushed against the wall, and Mu Shihai was condescending to block the light above his head, unable to see his gloomy expression: "Why did you choose this?"

"Huh?" Xu Chichuan blinked, a little aggrieved: "The introduction said this is a story about love and waiting..."

"..." Mu Shihai choked: "What about now?"

"What now?"

"Now that I've finished watching, how do you feel?"

Xu Chichuan thought for a while: "If I knew I had cancer, I might be the same as the heroine, but if you got cancer and wanted to break up with me, I would not agree."

"Very good, then listen," Mu Shihai squeezed his wrist: "If you have cancer, if you dare to be like that heroine, I will break your legs and lock you up for treatment. die, and die by my side;"

"If I have cancer and tell you to break up, you have to be obedient and go as far as possible."

"I don't," Xu Chichuan protested, "Why!"

"No reason," Mu Shihai raised his eyebrows, "Be obedient."

He lowered his eyelids, suppressing the deep pain hidden under the sharpness, stern yet gentle: "Anyway, you just need to remember."

Xu Chichuan was taken aback by his solemn tone: "Remember, remember what?"

"There is only one starting point for all the decisions I make." Mu Shihai raised his head, with innumerable emotions buried deep in his dark eyes: "It's you."

"only you."

Xu Chichuan's pupils trembled.

"Cubs."

He heard a heavy sigh.

"I will never hurt you."

After a meal of hot pot, Xu Chichuan ate his soul out of his mind. The shrimp and crispy meat tasted like chewing gum in his mouth. He was woken up by Lu Miao's singing of howling ghosts and wolves when he arrived at KTV. The fruits he likes are oranges and strawberries, the cream is sweet and sweet, and a Q version of Xu Chichuan is drawn vividly.

Turn off the lights, light sixteen candles, the candlelight dances on the face, and a group of people devoutly sing birthday songs around the cake, waiting for him to make a wish.

Close your eyes and make a fist with your hands.

Let him stay with me.

Blowing out all sixteen of them in one breath, Huang Jing patted him on the shoulder happily: "They are all off! This year's wishes must be particularly spiritual."

"Okay," Xu Chichuan smiled, "I'd like to borrow some good words from Sister Jing."

Lu Miaoyi was already unpacking the plates: "Cut the cake!"

Mu Shihai picked up the plastic knife: "I'll do it."

In the end, Mu Shihai got the least cake, but the small Q version all went into his plate.

They were all a group of minors, and the beer in the set meal was replaced with fruit juice. Shen Gansong found two dice, and a few people sat around and pretended that they were fighting for wine.Huang Jing and Liu Yiyu occupied the only two microphones, and the sisters sang "Always Quiet" affectionately. Xu Chichuan slid the karaoke machine and clicked all Xu Song's songs.

Lu Miao came over and said, "Why do I rely on you to be so lyrical? Watch Dad sing you a nunchuck song!"

Xu Chichuan: ...No need.

"After you left, a summer has turned into an autumn..."

"Obviously I'm not used to holding hands..."

"Nowadays when a person listens to a song, he always feels lost. Hearing you whispering softly in my ear..."

"Your hair is as beautiful as snow and you are leaving..."

"Lady—Aha—you will not gethurt..."

...Xu Chichuan looked at the leftover cream on the table, and wanted to smear a plate of butter on Lu Miao's face.

At the end of singing, the microphone became a hot potato that couldn't be thrown out, and he couldn't sing anymore. Mu Shihai, who had been shaking his fist and shaking the dice, took the microphone from Yang Yu's hand and stood up.

"Depend on!"

Xie Zihuang stood up and said, "Brother Mu is going to sing!"

Xu Chichuan also sat up straight, his eyes sparkling.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh——" Huang Jing saw the title of the song: "Brother Mu wants to sing baby!"

There are four large characters on the liquid screen:

"Baby" - Zhang Xuan

Inexplicably, Xu Chichuan felt his face was hot.

Holding the microphone, Mu Shihai sat on the round chair with a long microphone on the opposite side of the sofa. He was wearing black trousers and stretched his legs. He looked around in front of the crowd, the corners of his mouth slightly curved, and his eyes fell on someone who dared not confront him. looking at the child.

The thin lips moved slightly, and a low and gentle voice slowly flowed out:

"my baby baby

Give you a bit of sweetness

Make you sleep well tonight

My kid kid

tease your eyebrows

make you like this world

wow la la la la my baby

Someone to accompany you when you are tired

oh ya ya ya my baby

I want you to know that you are the most beautiful

……

my baby baby

Give you a bit of sweetness

let you sleep well tonight

My kid kid

pinch your little face

Make you like the whole tomorrow

……

wow la la la la my baby

Someone to accompany you when you are tired

oh ya ya ya my baby

I want you to know that you are the most beautiful

I want you to know that you are the most beautiful. "

The ending ended and no one made a sound.

Huang Jing and Liu Yiyu were already dumbfounded, they covered their mouths so they didn't make a sound, why!what!Can!by!this!what!good!listen!

"I'll wipe it." Xie Zihuang compared a thumb: "Brother Mu is awesome."

"Brilliant."

"It's so fucking awesome."

"You don't want to watch the top ten singers."

"If the girl who sings to the girl goes straight to heaven."

"Really?" Mu Shihai smiled, staring at a silent "girl": "Xu Chichuan, do you think it sounds good?"

"Okay, it sounds good," Xu Chichuan turned his head, his face was like boiling mulled wine, hazy and intoxicated: "It sounds good."

"Sing it again, Brother Mu." Huang Jing took out her mobile phone, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo And I Forgot To Record It Just Now."

Mu Shihai shook his head, his back straight and proud: "Just sing for him... listen to it."

"Woooooooooo then we will come here often!"

"It's time," Su Pingran looked at his watch, "Pack up and let's move out."

"it is good."

Xu Chichuan was startled when his wrist was grabbed by someone in the crowd. The familiar heat brushed his ears, and he immediately felt relieved: "That sentence just now...change it."

"Just for you."

In an instant his face was on fire, Xu Chichuan opened the door and fled: "I, I'm going to the toilet."

"Wait," Mu Shihai held him back, "I'll go too."