Master Shanda is good at arranging such quiet surprises. The party is like breakfast. This person is busy arguing on WeChat, and his cooking skills are even more discounted. He cares about his head and butts. He has no choice but to take the crackling oil pan and stands 800 meters away from the stove. Relying on his master's length, he takes a spatula and gestures.

The glass door was locked and the kitchen was smoky. He squinted his eyes and blinked for a long time before he remembered that the range hood had forgotten to turn on. When he turned on the range hood and breathed a sigh of relief, the rice grains and eggs were a little stuck again.

Anyway... the effect is very "surprise".

Jiang Tian waited in the living room for nearly twenty minutes, pressing his worries and curiosity. Just as he was putting down his cell phone and going to the kitchen to take a look, someone came with a plate and a fireworks.

It's not a description, it's the real fireworks. Jiang Tian was choked and coughed twice.

He took the remaining mineral water before and took a sip, glanced into the plate quietly, and his expression immediately became a little bit numb.

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What's the black thing about this treacherous storm?

Dr. Jiang said everything to his mouth. He remembered that the chef was his Wangzi, and then swallowed the meanness silently, cleared his throat and said, "You are—"

Sheng Wang put the plate on the coffee table, forced himself to hold his face, and said in a tone of guilt and pain mixed with: "Soy sauce fried rice."

Jiang Tian “…”

Sheng Wang wanted to tell you why you were silent, but he didn't have to ask him, so he knew why. The two of them made a silence atmosphere at a plate of rice. After a few seconds of stalemate, the eldest young master smiled first.

Dr. Jiang was no longer holding it in his arms. He pointed to the plate and said calmly as Sheng Wang laughed and fell on the sofa, "I thought you didn't want to go through it anymore, so I fry it for me with the engine oil."

"Get out, I'm serious." The eldest young master sat up and started to argue, "I just didn't know the amount well, and the soy sauce Aunt Sun bought this time was a bit heavy."

"Come on, say it again." Jiang Tian took out his cell phone and turned on the recording, "Let's go back and play it for Aunt Sun."

Sheng Wang said angrily: "I suspect you are flirting with me."

"If I don't flirt, I have to eat this."

"What's wrong with taking a bite? It looks a bit miserable. What if?" The eldest young master dug a spoon himself, and silently took out the spoon as soon as he imported it, with a very sad expression.

Jiang Tian held back his smile and asked, "How do you feel?"

Sheng Wang: "Bah... I'm so suffocating."

At this point, someone gave up struggling and took out his cell phone and ordered two servings of porridge.

Since he messed up a meal, the eldest young master became very honest and guilty. After all, he hoped that Jiang Tian would live a better life in the past two days, so he decided not to make trouble and become a compliant boyfriend.

Before Sheng Mingyang was at home, they were somewhat restrained. After all, they were adults and were etiquette during the holidays and had no chance to go out alone.

If you think about it carefully, they have lived in this city for many years, but they have never been a magnificent date and traveled together. When they were young, they lived in the world of the affiliated high school. They were said to be "omnipotent", but in fact they have never really been "unscrupulous".

Now I suddenly have a lot of time and always want to fill those regrets slowly.

Sheng Wang said why don’t you go out in the afternoon? Do you have any place to go?

Jiang Tian took out his cell phone and flipped through a few pages, saying, "There is a lantern festival tonight, can you watch it?"

Sheng Wangxin said, brother, are you playing with me?

There are lantern festivals here every year from the Spring Festival to the Lantern Festival, which is indeed the biggest event every year, but there are really many people. They are just rushing to send people to their heads. But a few minutes ago, he just vowed to be a compliant boyfriend, so he nodded without hesitation, enduring the pain.

But what he didn't know was that Jiang Tian was actually not interested in that, and he just thought he wanted to go out and play, so he bit the bullet and chose one based on his spoiled mentality.

The beginning of the night was due to such an oath. No one had any expectations and was ready to be swollen from the feet. But when they were really standing there, holding hands in the crowd, chatting and laughing like countless ordinary couples around, and walking forward slowly, they felt that there was no more suitable choice than this.

When passing through a rare open space, Sheng Wang pulled the people around him and said, "Brother, look at me."

When Jiang Tian turned his head, he raised his cell phone and took a photo under the light.

Next to it is a bustling crowd, and behind it are the bright and dark lights, ten miles along the river, from ancient times to present, for a long time.

He wanted to wash out this photo and put it into that photo album. The four seasons of the world have been moving several times, but they are still together.

During the holidays, the excitement is always slow, and it is quite a bit like a city that never sleeps. It was already past 11 o'clock when the two arrived home.

Sheng Wang took off his scarf and hung it on the entrance clothes hanger, and turned on a string of air conditioners.

"Are you happy?" he asked.

Jiang Tian pointed to his shoes that he had been stepped on for countless times: "What do you think?"

Sheng Wang was almost laughing to death and pushed his brother up the stairs: "Don't worry about shoes, take a shower, Dr. Jiang. I'm overeating, and I'll walk in the living room for a while to digest food."

Jiang Tian looked at his Xingliang's eyes and wanted to say something for a moment, but in the end he raised his foot upstairs. Of course, he knew why Sheng Wang had been busy for a day, but he hadn't celebrated his birthday for a long time, so when he saw the time slowly approaching 0 o'clock, his nerves would subconsciously become tense, like a lingering fear that had lasted for several years.

He couldn't tell what his mind was. He stayed in the bathroom for a long time, rubbed his half-dry hair by the washbasin for a while. It was not until he heard the doorbell sound downstairs that he suddenly came back to his senses, threw the towel into the washing machine, grabbed his phone and went downstairs.

He thought he would still be a little uncomfortable, but when he sat down on the sofa and saw the familiar transparent cake box on the coffee table, he realized that he was not repulsive, but just missed.

He wanted the person in front of him to say "Happy birthday" to him. No one can do except hope. He is like a childish kid who lost things. He must return the things intact so that he is willing to reconcile with him.

"I also looked for the cake shop. This time the fondant is not cracked. I have checked it." Sheng Wang said.

This time the cake is very similar to the color of the past few years ago, but it is not crowded with so many villains. There are only him and Jiang Tian, ​​and two cats on it. One is sleeping quietly. It is the former "group leader" and the other is still playing. It is the continuation of the "group leader".

Sheng Wang said: "In the past, I liked to join a group of people if I did something, but now I can't."

When he was young, he liked to use grand vocabulary, and even Xu Nuo unknowingly brought many people. Later he realized that he could not promise anything to others, when he would come and leave, and how long he would accompany him, he could only say "me".

I will accompany you to celebrate every birthday in the future. I will always stand by your side and I love you.

In seconds, they walked to 0 points, and the scenes were the same as before. They were still on this sofa, or two like this. Sheng Wang leaned over and kissed Jiang Tian and said, "Brother, I am 19 years old, I love you."

He kissed again and said, "I still love you at the age of 20."

"You are 21 years old."

...

He kissed every year, from 19 to 24, from lips to chin to Adam's apple, and lastly in his heart, he said: "Jiang Tian, ​​happy birthday."

Jiang Tian pressed against his forehead and frowned slightly. He didn't know whether he was easeing the delicate and dense heartache or suppressing the surging emotions.

He touched Sheng Wang's face and turned his head to kiss him, from gentleness to force, and finally he almost pressed the other person to kiss him until his breathing was in a hurry.

...

They almost worked on the sofa once, and finally entered the bathroom of Shengwang's bedroom with a little reason.

The fog on the glass door was wet and slippery. When Sheng Wang grabbed the edge, he suddenly remembered what Jiang Tian said a long time ago, saying that the sound insulation here was not as good as he thought.

I don’t know what he thought of, but after a moment, Jiang Tian watched a red tide spread from his shoulders.

The atmosphere was so good that both of them were a little crazy.

Not long after Sheng Wang's clothes were changed, Jiang Tian pushed them up again. He knelt on his knees, biting the hem of the clothes and raised his head uncontrollably. When he lowered his eyes, his eyes were scattered, but they were reflected by the lights.

Mandao Manjusted that they hadn't slept for long. Shengwang thought that the rare party was about to come again, but he didn't expect that he would be no longer sleepy at around 7 o'clock.

The party was around 10 a.m. When they finished packing up and arrived at the affiliated high school, it was less than 9:30.

The temperature in winter in this city is not that low. If it is sunny, you will even feel that spring is coming, but the air that pours into your nose is still cool.

High school campuses are very different from universities. You will not see any people before school starts. They are empty and quiet, but not lonely. Just like a dense forest covered by heavy snow, there is a kind of hidden vitality waiting to go.

In order to match this unique atmosphere of middle school, Sheng Wang didn't wear a coat that day, so he specially put on a sports jacket, which was handsome and cool, which caused the girls passing by to scream softly.

Classes start in the fifth grade of junior high school, and a very small number of boarding students have already moved back to school in advance. When passing by the basketball court, Sheng Wang finally heard the voices, accompanied by the sound of basketball hitting the ground, adding a bit of flying color to this winter day.

The boys were also a little curious about the strangers passing by and looked at them sideways, so that the ball was not controlled well. One hand slid to the edge of the rebound, bounced directly outside the field, and hit Jiang Tian's feet.

One of the boys whistled and raised his hand high to perform a catch pose.

This is a tacit among boys on campus. When people on the field raise their hands, people on the field will pick up the ball and throw it over, and there is no need to call him.

He bent down to pick up the basketball and was about to throw it back, but he heard someone snapping his fingers not far away. He turned around and saw Sheng Wang smirking and also made a catch position.

Jiang Tian snorted and threw the ball to his family with a very eccentricity.

As soon as he passed, he saw that the large army of Class A was coming along Route 3 not far away, scatteredly at the time of 10 o'clock.

Gao Tianyang saw them from afar and shouted, "Brother Tian, ​​Brother Sheng! You actually arrived so early?"

The other two people shouted, "What? Do you want to play basketball?"

"Okay! I haven't hit it for a long time, and my hands are itchy."

Jiang Tian raised his hand to the group of classmates from afar.

He turned his head and saw Sheng Wang rolling up his sleeves, wielding the ball twice, and jumping up in front of the basket.

The basketball bent down his knee and swung from his left hand to his right hand. He drew an arc in the air with flowing water. It turned around in the high basket and fell from the middle.

For a moment, people almost felt an illusion that they were still in the affiliated high school, but they just had a leisurely holiday.

Road No. 3 is still growing endlessly, and the shade of the sycamore trees is still lush with branches and leaves.

The sun is just right in the world, and the wind passes through the forest. They were young at that time.

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The author has something to say: This article ends here. It is really a topic that is not good at. It is written stumble all the way. Thank you for your tolerance and companionship for more than four months. See you next article! ~

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Thank you for the little angel who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution from 2019-12-15 01:30:15~2019-12-15 16:50:56~

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