Street office where the wind lives

Luan Zhou is a little white dragon in the waves of Sagittarius. He was born in the middle of snowy winter. Before the age of 17, he spent his birthday with his parents. Every year on this day, no matter how busy Luan Dongyang is, he would refuse to entertain and go home During the meal, the family of three blew out candles around the cake.

He has never been a child bound by fate, believing that man can conquer nature.Therefore, the wishing every year is just pretending to ask for a lottery, and has not made any substantive requests to God.

It was not until the age of 17 that he vaguely sensed the emotional crisis between his parents that he went to the doctor in a hurry and made his first birthday wish: May our family be safe and happy forever.

But what should come will always come. Fate caught him mercilessly by surprise, and buried the coming-of-age ceremony in a snowstorm. From then on, the little boy lived alone.

Luan Zhou's birthday memories are only those tasteless dinners and regular cream cakes, and he has a shadow of blowing out candles and making wishes. What to order, my heart is empty.

As time goes by, he no longer remembers the specific date, and as the day passes by among the complicated and trivial things, he only remembers when he occasionally looks at the calendar that this year's birthday has been missed, and he has grown up unconsciously one year old.

He spent another five years in this year-by-year-old self-deception.

But this year is different. He came to the office and met a group of Wuyi Road residents who seemed to be born to meddle in their own business. God seemed to give him back the blessings he had owed over the years.

With Wei Nanfeng taking the lead and motivating Mario, preparations for his 22nd birthday began three months in advance.

These two are as talented in dating as straight men of steel. They don't know how to write the word surprise at all. They never forget the details of the birthday party, and occasionally ask Luan Zhou for his opinion, which makes him dumbfounded as a birthday man , according to his idea: Instead of engaging in these fancy things, you might as well send me money directly.

But Wei Nanfeng and Mario, two big men and girls, are full of hearts, and their love for the earth-shattering feat of creating surprises is so deep. If it is on a university campus, it must be the kind of people who put candles under the dormitory to express their love.

bother?bother!soil?earth!

Fortunately, Luan Zhou has passed the age when he would blush after saying a few witty words. After years of struggling in the torrent of the secular world, he has cultivated a body of copper and iron with rough skin and thick flesh. You can let him send whatever you want, as long as he is happy, you just have to cooperate.

Even if Wei Nanfeng and Mario gave him a giant hellokitty in public, he would smile and admire it, and then gladly accept it, and give the two heroes a hug and a kiss respectively.

It's really a model of the modern model boyfriend.

Wei Nanfeng has always been a lazy cancer patient who puts on a sack for good looks and goes out, but today he is uncharacteristically, getting up before six o'clock and looking in the mirror, completing the transformation from the country runway to the Paris fashion week.

He tidied up neatly, and when he turned his head, he saw that Luan Zhou was still lying in bed, holding him in his arms through the quilt, and kissed his forehead, "See you at night, baby."

No matter how these words sounded like an improper pornography transaction, Luan Zhou turned over in his sleep and groaned dissatisfiedly.

Wei Nanfeng smoothly wrapped him into a tempura, put him back on the bed safely, and then went out contentedly.

At around nine o'clock, Luan Zhou woke up leisurely. When he touched his side, it was empty. The quilt was completely wrapped around him. The sheets next to him had been exposed to the cold air for too long, and he shivered from the ice.

This Saturday, Director Xiaowei actually sacrificed the time to sleep in twice a week, and went to arrange a surprise for him early in the morning. Luan Zhou felt the sweetness from this stupidity, his old face blushed, and he buried his head deeply. Entering the quilt room, breathing in the residual breath of Wei Nanfeng, many small pictures continuously popped up in his mind.

The heart that is about to break through the chest, the clasped hands that are clasped up and down, the tie that is soaked in silver liquid, and a series of unsavory bed / bed / coquettish / words.

Sensing something strange in his body, Luan Zhou rolled Wei Nanfeng's quilt into a spring roll, wrapped his limbs together, rubbed it through his pajama pants, and rubbed it again.

Half an hour later, when the "well-dressed" Comrade Luan Zhou appeared in the office, everyone lowered their heads tacitly. He was so frightened that he thought he had brought out the cleaned toilet paper, and rushed into the bathroom to check inside and out. Eight hundred times before giving up.

The video call rang, and he almost flew his phone down the toilet.

The moment he opened the front, Luan Zhouyin's dripping face was in stark contrast to the white reflective tiles behind him. Mario almost didn't recognize that the background was the toilet of the office. He thought he had mistakenly entered the report of the Secretary-General of the United Nations. hall.

He faltered and called "Zhou'er", and Luan Zhou was willing to turn his eyes towards the camera to prove that he was a gif, not a jpg.

Mario breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Brother Wei asked me to tell you to go to the old courtyard behind the west building at eight o'clock in the evening. He will be waiting for you there, see you soon."

Luan Zhou rubbed the goosebumps on his arms. Mario's retelling of the already nasty words seemed disgusting.

He hummed hastily, hung up the video quickly, and cut off Mario's chattering complaints from the receiver.

Xuemei Niang's sister was also coming, but she was stumbled by the mock exam. Mario was depressed for two weeks because of this matter, and he would feed expired dog food to everyone, more verbose than Mrs. Xianglin.As the temporary "high hall" of the couple, Luan Zhou's ears are already calloused.

Here, Wei Nanfeng didn't order a candlelight dinner like other couples congratulated their birthdays, and then hid the proposal ring in the ice cream cake at the risk of knocking out their teeth and going to the hospital for gastric lavage.

He thought about it, if he really did this, Luan Zhou might cooperate on the surface, but he would definitely kill him in his heart: he's a bitch and has no creativity!

Luan Zhou once mentioned that every time a birthday is celebrated, the hardest part is going to the concert. A group of people hold short cannons and pull on the stage for two or three hours. , He spends every year counting several light bulbs on the crystal lamp.

After the end, Luan Dongyang always likes to ask him what he feels from the music?What else can I feel?Sleepy!

But in front of so many people, he couldn't win his father's face, so he had to hold his nose and answer, from the mysteries of the world to the prehistoric universe, he made a lot of nonsense, and put the vanity father and a bunch of flattering uncles together. Uncle bluffed and praised again and again.

So this time, Wei Nanfeng chose a unique way to celebrate the May [-]st Road.

The old courtyard behind the West Building is not an open-air restaurant, but an old theater that has been preserved since the Republic of China.

In the past few years, foreign fast food has not spoiled the authentic Chinese stomach of teenagers.As long as there are children’s birthdays in the community, the old people will spontaneously organize, set up a stage, dress up in costumes, and set up a yard full of small round tables. , Lively singing Magu's birthday.

The adults clapped their hands and applauded, but the children didn't understand anything, so they joined in the fun and took this opportunity to have fun in the yard.

Later, the children grew up and fell in love with those pies with the fillings on the outside-pizza.Every birthday, I like a group of people to sit in an air-conditioned room and gather to play with their mobile phones. No one wants to eat hair cakes anymore, and ran around the table all over the courtyard.

The old people are also taken away by square dancing and traditional Chinese medicine physiotherapy. They are addicted to the output of fairy energy every day, and they move all kinds of treatment equipment to their homes like they don’t know how to count. Out of style, all the costumes were locked in a small black room to eat ashes.

Wei Nanfeng bought back a bunch of old actors with a bunch of tickets to the master lectures on medicine and moxibustion, and told them to hurry up to rehearse, and to perform Magu's birthday in the evening.

I went to the school gate to pay for elementary school students and packed a whole cart of oden.

Elementary school student A shook the crab steak, with the attitude of a big brother: "Don't worry, brother Nanfeng, I will call some brothers over to cheer you on in the evening."

Pupil B made a cut, pushed his classmate Crab Chop to the side, and scooped a large spoonful of soup from the bottom pot of steamed buns in boiling water. He looked very experienced. It's really like an emotional expert who guides male and female guests on a blind date show.

"Director Xiaowei, you are putting on such a big show to confess your love. Then I have to remind you that girls like flowers and bags with sports cars, and set up a stage to sing big plays. My grandfather didn't do that anymore. Be careful They don't even issue you a good person card."

"Hehe, you're right, but don't worry, I've made inquiries in advance, and he's pretty good at it." Wei Nanfeng coughed dryly, silently dodging the soup he sprayed out, and didn't disturb the free lectures of future lovers.

If the actors and the showrunners are arranged well, the audience will be able to talk about it, and anyone who wants to eat and drink can just bring their mouths if they shout on the big broadcast in the supermarket.

Wei Nanfeng was very excited by his careful plan, and walked towards the supermarket. When he entered the door, Heixinmian's doll was still half-dead and shouted "Welcome".

"Brother Ang, Brother Ang, are you there? - Hey, I usually sit in the store, where did you go today?"

Walking around in the shop, Wu Dashan was not seen. Wei Nanfeng was about to go back home when suddenly, a black figure with a hurried expression appeared outside the door.

Just as he was looking down at his phone, he bumped into the person who came.

The sensory doll, which is treated as "Welcome" no matter whether it goes out or in, is almost confused by the two of them.The four words seemed to be fighting in their mouths, "happy" for a while, and "welcoming" for a while, Wu Dashan kicked it in annoyance, completely turning it into a squib fluttering in the wind.

"Brother Wu?"

"Director Xiao Wei, what are you here to buy? Next time I'm not in the store, you can just take what you want, and just transfer the account later."

"Ah... ah!" Wei Nanfeng's eyes were staring at the bump, and he was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses, "Oh no, I'm not going to buy anything today, I want to borrow the radio from the supermarket."

Wu Dashan kept hiding. He was holding a cowhide file bag in his hand, and his five fingers wanted to dig into the paper bag.

"Broadcast... What are you broadcasting? You already know?! It's better to call everyone together and talk about it face to face."

"Ah?" Wei Nanfeng questioned, "No need, it's just Xiao Luan's birthday, there's no need to mobilize the crowd, just let me know, and anyone who is free can join in the fun."

Wu Dashan seemed to be keeping up with a tight clockwork, but suddenly slipped and collapsed instantly.

"Oh, that's right. The radio has not been used for a long time. I don't know if it can still make a sound. I will take it out and tune it later. I will broadcast it to you later. ——You have to go back to work beforehand. You don't need to go to this trivial matter. Come on, hahaha, haha."

Wei Nanfeng glanced at him suspiciously, "Brother Wu, what are you holding?"

Wu Dashan took a step back vigilantly, and hit the door frame with a "bang".At the same time, there was a sharp sound of wheels rubbing against the ground, and a black Bentley lay across the entrance of the supermarket.

A man got out of the driver's seat, and he ran to the back seat and opened the door courteously.

Those who are helped when getting off the car and those who are afraid to turn the plate when getting food are all people of status, either rich or powerful.

Wei Nanfeng stared at the man who got out of the car later, and the other party took his gaze without fear. He combed his hair and wore a suit.Every step he took was arrogant and domineering, as if he was stepping on the Cannes red carpet.

From the time he got off the car, Wu Dashan flew back to the nest like a frightened bird, but Wei Nanfeng's attention was all attracted by the person in front of him, and he didn't care.

The man stood still in front of him, nodded arrogantly, stretched out his hand and said, "Director Xiao Wei, I want to discuss something with you, please get in the car."