Since then, I have become the most beautiful boy among the anchors

After eating supper, Zhang Jing went back to the bedroom to wash up again. Before he was busy, he heard his phone vibrate.

He patted the water on his face, and ran to the table in a bang. It was Jian Min's news, and the other party sent him birthday wishes at the early morning.

Brother: I wish Jingjing a happy birthday. The new year will grow taller and be happy.

To actually pinch a happy birthday to him, he thought that people like Jian Min wouldn't care about it at all.

Just a few seconds after Jian Min sent the news, he received a video invitation from a young boy. The boy's eyebrows were beautiful and his eyes were bent. He had just washed his face, and his forehead hair was a little wet. The moon is covered with dewy peach blossoms.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" There was a smile in his voice.

Jian Min didn't answer and asked instead: "Staying up all night again?"

"Study," Zhang Jing told the lie without guilt, "Study is very hard, you have to stay up late to study, look at my dark circles." He leaned closer to let Jian Min see the non-existent dark circles.

Jian Min was unmoved, "Then go ahead and rest early."

Zhang Jing stared at him for two seconds, then ran to the desk to look through his schoolbag, and the old lady brought over his vacation homework.

Jian Min listened to him bang bang bang bang for a few seconds, and the sound of drawers being pulled and closed, the camera shakes, Zhang Jing put the mobile phone on the stand, and the boy sat at the desk with his head bowed to write, with a serious expression on his face, as if he was really doing his homework.

He didn't hang up, and waited quietly for the boy.

After Zhang Jing finished writing, he took the phone over and faced the table, "This is my little notebook, which has recorded many of your crimes, and I will settle accounts with you one by one in the future."

Jian Min saw a thick notebook spread out on the table, half of it had been used, and a newly opened page read: "On July [-]th, Jian Min didn't personally wish Zhang Jing to be angry and happy, and advised him to Staying up late to do homework is cruel and bad."

The juvenile's font is round and looks very cute, but it still has strength and strokes.

Jian Min said: "Really? Recite to me what I have done wrong, I can consider making another note."

Hearing this, Zhang Jing hurriedly put the phone back on the stand, he turned a page forward, paused, and turned forward again...

The sound of turning pages didn't stop, the boy blushed, and he muttered something.

"It seems that I did nothing wrong." Jian Min said after the boy stopped turning the page.

Zhang Jing was embarrassed to raise his head. He stared at the first page for a while. This book was written three years ago. Although he was not in the habit of keeping a diary, when he met Jian Min that time, his whole heart became very noisy. To share my thoughts with others, I picked up a notebook and wrote it, but I didn't expect to write it intermittently for so long.

It's not every time I write it, I write all the happy things, and I can tell how happy the person who wrote those words was at a glance. Naturally, there is no "crime" of Jian Min in the book.

He turned back to the latest page, and pretended to slap his lips: "There are too many, all of which are too bad, and I'm too embarrassed to tell you. I won't tell you anymore. I'm tired of studying and I'm going to sleep."

"You go to bed earlier, why are you staying up late again? The work and rest that you have cultivated so hard will be messed up again." Zhang Jing frowned at him, "It's not a teenager like me who follows the trend of sending birthday wishes in the early morning. Go to bed quickly. If you can't sleep , then... the clinic will open today." He reached out and pulled out a book from the bookshelf, which was also a fairy tale.

"You can fall asleep, the clinic is not open today." After being coaxed to sleep by the teenager for so many days, he recovered a lot from sleep.

"Jingjing." Jian Min called him.

Zhang Jing heard that he was looking at the phone nervously, while the other party was staring at the camera, as if staring at him.

The man was wearing dark gray pajamas, sitting upright at the desk, as if he was not in a video conference with someone, but in some kind of meeting. His expression was indifferent, and his whole body exuded an aura of not being close to strangers, but there was gentleness hidden in his eyes.

He said: "Happy birthday, let the new year grow up quickly."

Zhang Jinghong leaned back in the seat, and whispered, "Not enough."

"Be happy and happy every day."

"Not enough," he shook his head, "There are more."

"Academic success."

Zhang Jing hates iron but not steel, why is he so stupid.

"These are all clichés. You should wish me that you can fall in love in the new year, and the person I like also likes me." Zhang Jing's heart was beating violently.

Jian Min looked at him seriously, and said after a while: "Jingjing, you can't fall in love early."

Zhang Jing's heart fluttered like a dead fish in an instant, he didn't even bother to move, he had never seen such a stupid person, staying up late to wish him a happy birthday was considered romantic, why did he still say such things?And shouldn't he care about him and the people he likes?

"Oh! I see! I'm studying hard!" He glared at Jian Min angrily, like an inflated balloon.

"Go to sleep."

Seeing that he was about to hang up, Zhang Jing thought of something, and was embarrassed to open his mouth. He wanted to ask if Jian Min would have time to celebrate his birthday with him tomorrow, but the other party was not a vagrant, and he had already asked for a week off for him. How could he? Sorry to ask again.

"Okay." He agreed very simply, but his expression revealed his reluctance.

Jian Min said happy birthday to him again before hanging up.

Zhang Jing didn't quarrel with him anymore, and smiled back at him: "Thank you brother, I will work hard to grow up in the new year, and grow to be as tall as you."

Putting down his phone, he stared at his notebook wistfully, becoming more and more greedy and dissatisfied.

He crossed out the paragraph he just wrote, and wrote again: "My brother said happy birthday to me on time today, and prepared a box of gifts for me in advance. There are many, I like it very much, but I can't eat birthday cake with my brother. .”

Zhang Jing didn't stay at home on his birthday, so he went to Deng Zixuan's house to celebrate his birthday. Aunt Chen bought him a big cake, and the three of them had a very happy meal.

Chen Yun had to go to the store in the afternoon, and left in a hurry after eating. Deng Zixuan watched her mother leave, and waved to Zhang Jing mysteriously.

"Why?" Zhang Jing followed him into the room and saw him take out two cans of beer from under the pillow, "You want to be beaten up? Believe it or not, you were caught by Aunt Chen and beaten to death."

Deng Zixuan saw him pretending, and said: "It's okay, I drink and I get beaten, just watch."

"...That's not good, we're brothers, I'll drink with you." Take the beating yourself.

Zhang Jing dawdled to the bed, Deng Zixuan stuffed him a bottle, and the two delinquent boys looked at each other for a long time, "Do you really drink it?"

"Try it, just one bottle, and you won't get drunk." Deng Zixuan took the lead to take a sip.

Seeing his indescribable expression, Zhang Jing said curiously, "I'll try it too."

"Wait!" Deng Zixuan suddenly remembered something, "You shouldn't be allergic to alcohol, right?"

"...Ying, it shouldn't be possible, right?" Zhang Jingcai couldn't believe how miserable he was. He pulled the ring, but Deng Zixuan stopped him when he wanted to taste it.

"Forget it, forget it, we don't take risks." Deng Zixuan was really worried about his physique, if he collapsed here, his mother would kill him.

Zhang Jing watched him finish the two cans of beer eagerly, and felt itchy in his heart: "Is it delicious? What does it taste like?"

"It doesn't taste good, just like water." Deng Zixuan lied to him seeing him like that.

"Is there any more? Let me have a taste."

Deng Zixuan licked the rims of the two jars, "Don't try it, I've already licked it."

Zhang Jing: "..."

It was already eight o'clock when Jian Min finished his work, and there was a lot of work backlog, so he had no free time during the day.He asked Chen Zhu: "Did you buy the gift and cake I asked you to buy?"

"It's all ready."

Zhang Jing occupied Deng Zixuan's computer and glared at him, "Brotherhood is deep, last time I wanted to eat some snacks, and I asked you to cover me up like that. This time I didn't even think about drinking, you still hook me, if you hook me, don't give it to me." Drink... By the way, you still owe me a barbecue."

"Okay, okay, I'll treat you to dinner later, let me play a game, you've been playing all afternoon, pay attention to your eyesight." Deng Zixuan was obsessed with games, half of his body was in front of the computer, holding on to the mouse and refusing to let go.

"You still have the face to play games? Have you written your homework for the holidays?"

"Jing Bao, your phone is ringing! Brother! Brother!" Deng Zixuan's eyes lit up, and he could finally step aside.

Zhang Jing got up and took the phone, Jian Min asked him if he was still at Deng Zixuan's house, and he took a picture of Deng Zixuan for lunch.

"Yes! Sleeping at his house today."

"Okay, wait for me for a while."

Zhang Jing didn't want him to come. Although the typhoon was not serious today, the heavy rain still affected travel. It was past eight o'clock, but he hung up before he could say anything.

He glanced out the window, do you want to come over?No, he didn't tell the other party where Deng Zixuan lived.

Jian Min did come to look for him, and rushed downstairs to Deng Zixuan within 10 minutes of a rainy day.

Zhang Jingsan didn't even get into the rain, he opened the car door and sat in, and asked worriedly, "How did you find it?"

"Ask your aunt." He was at the Town God's Temple when he called.

"It's better to ask me directly, I'm tossing around in such a heavy rain." But he wouldn't say anything to him, Zhang Jing found that this person was "ignorant" in many ways, so he criticized Jian Min old-fashionedly.

"Can I have two birthday cakes?" Jian Min reached for the cake box on the back seat.

"Eat as many servings as you want." Zhang Jing laughed.

The rain outside the car seemed to be pouring down on the whole city, but the inside of the car was calm and warm.

Jian Min prepared a small cake for him, which was delicately made, layer by layer, using different ingredients.

"Eat two cakes, can I make two birthday wishes?" Zhang Jing looked at him with anticipation in his eyes.

Jian Min put a candle on the cake and lit it, he said: "Yes, I will help you realize this."

Zhang Jing looked at the candle and smiled, "Okay." He closed his eyes and made a wish and blew out the candle.

At noon, he made a wish to make his grandmother healthy and live a long life.He made a wish that Jian Min could like him, like a lover.

"Did you hear that?" Zhang Jing looked at him, complex emotions flashed in his clear eyes, did he hear the voice in his heart?

"En." Jian Min raised his eyes to look at him, his expression was calm and indifferent, but his eyes were firm and serious, he said: "Yes."

"You're better at lying than I am." Zhang Jingcai didn't believe him. This person liked to coax him the most.

He took a spoon to scoop the cake, it was very sweet, but it was very bitter when he tasted it carefully, I don't know if it was the taste in his heart.

Jian Min also gave him a gift, the latest game console.

"I...can I come to your house to play game consoles?" He wanted to go home with Jian Min.

For the second time, Zhang Jing is familiar with the road.

The first thing Jian Min did when he got home was to take a shower. Before going upstairs, he poured a glass of red wine and put it on the bar, ready to drink it after washing.

Zhang Jing sat in front of the sofa trying to play the new game console, but his mind was not on the game, his eyes always drifted to the bar.

Thinking of Deng Zixuan hooking him at noon, his heart itched so badly, he called out, "Brother?"

Confirming that he would not come down soon, Zhang Jing walked over to the bar and picked up the red wine that Jian Min had poured.

He just takes a sip and won't be detected.

When Jian Min got out of the shower, he saw someone lying on the bar.

The author has something to say: Small theater, Jing Bao: I will just taste it, and I won’t be discovered.

Jian Min: Huh?