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Qixi Festival special extra chapter birthday you are the biggest

On July [-]th, in the Hall of Eternal Life, when no one whispers in the middle of the night.

Since ancient times, it has been thought that this is the love words of people who love each other.

However, the seventh month of the lunar calendar is the "ghost month" for traditional sacrifices to ghosts, so the whispers may also be the voices of ghosts when they come.

"Give me back my life—"

Perhaps, it was the ghost of Concubine Yang who ran to Tang Xuanzong's bed, with disheveled hair and tongue sticking out, pushing him awake: "Qingqing~ We wish to be flying birds in the sky, and Lian Lizhi in the ground, dear, in this life I will always be with you, even if I am a ghost, I will follow you~"

Tang Xuanzong died!

The seventh day of the seventh lunar month is Fu Zhenjun's birthday.

People in this world thought he was Li Xunze, so his birthday became the fourth day of October.

Only he himself knows that Qiqiao Festival on July [-]th is his real birthday.

But at his age, there is no birthday, and he hasn't had a birthday in decades.

If this time is not too special, maybe I have forgotten which day it was.

Early in the morning, when it was still daylight, he just got up and put on his sportswear when he received a WeChat message.

It was from Ying Hao: [I arrived in S City yesterday, and now I am in the small park where I met last time, hurry up. ]

Fu Zhenjun stared at the phone for a long time, thinking that he must not have woken up yet.

After washing up, he went downstairs and ran all the way to the small park.

From a distance, I saw a tall figure leaning against a tree beside the gravel road in the small park.

The man was covering his mask and wearing earplugs, and seemed to be listening to music.

Fu Zhenjun was panting slightly, and ran over quickly without warming up just now, feeling a little pain in his left waist.

He pressed, slowly approached, and looked at this person.

"You're moving too slowly, I've been waiting for you for a long time." The man took off his earplugs, and looked at him with warm eyes in his dark eyes.

This person's eyes are like night stars, seeming to hide the light of the entire universe.

Fu Zhenjun lowered his voice and said in surprise, "You, why are you here?"

He didn't take anything to threaten Ying Hao again!

Ying Hao coughed slightly and said, "I promised last time that I would do it again according to the plot in the play, but it turned out to be done according to your way. I feel very uncomfortable, so I have to do it again. .”

"..."

"But since you're here, let's exercise first."

Ying Hao started running, turned around and gestured for him to follow.

Fu Zhenjun felt that all this was too unreal... But so what, he immediately jogged to keep up, and the two ran side by side.

He looked at Ying Hao, but Ying Hao didn't speak.

After the run, Ying Hao went home with him.

"Today I specially brought several clothes here, these are props! When making a movie, which male lead doesn't have the equipment."

Fu Zhenjun watched as Ying Hao took out a suitcase from the car.

Shouldn't it be full of costume props? !

"Let's go to have breakfast later, let's go to your favorite porridge shop."

"How do you know I like porridge?"

Ying Hao said, "I just know."

"Aren't you working today?"

"Rest today."

Fu Zhenjun said, "But I have to go to work."

"What class do you have today? Today is you...but..."

"what?"

Ying Hao put his fist on his mouth and coughed lightly: "Today, the male god personally asked you for a date, and you are going to go to work, does that make sense?!"

"Dating?"

"Of course, it can't be a real date. You know, I, Ying Hao, am a real straight man! I am a straight man! It's just that I don't think the promise I made last time was really fulfilled. If you think about it one day, I will It's annoying."

Fu Zhenjun was dumb, and said speechlessly: "But I've made it clear."

"Did you say that it's two cleansing?! Who knows if what you say counts!"

Fu Zhenjun sighed softly: "In the end, aren't you already... just be it."

Ying Hao said angrily: "Is that how you watch my drama?! Is that the only level in that drama? You are so easy to lie!"

Fu Zhenjun waved his hand and said, "You can do whatever you want...I'll take leave today."

Hey, he goes to work?Where are you working?Who should I ask for leave?My head is so dizzy.

When he woke up today, he felt that something was wrong with him.

I always feel that I am not myself, like taking western medicine with strong side effects, and I feel dizzy.

The two took a bath one after another, changed their clothes, and went to the breakfast shop near the community.

Ying Hao was still wearing a mask. In order to eat, the two chose the most corner place.

There are many people and it is very noisy.

"It seems that there is no part about eating breakfast in the play."

Ying Hao pulled off his mask and ate the buns.

"It's a bonus."

"...Hurry up and eat, the student party will appear soon."

After breakfast, the two boarded the car.

"Where to go?"

"In the play, it's going to the playground!"

Fu Zhenjun thought: I am getting old, can I change my place?

"Can I change places?"

"It has to follow the process."

"But I... don't like playgrounds!"

Ying Hao started the car and said, "Okay, let's change to another place."

Fu Zhenjun leaned on the back of the car, closed his eyes, he became more and more dizzy.

But Ying Hao didn't seem to notice, he just focused on driving.

At some point, the car stopped.

Fu Zhenjun opened his eyes and hurriedly asked, "Where is this?"

"Music Restaurant..."

"...It's lunch time again?"

"Almost, I'll drive for three hours."

Fu Zhenjun couldn't tell whether he was full or hungry, but when he looked at Ying Hao carefully, he found that he had changed his clothes.

Short-sleeved shirt, suit pants, hair pulled back, exposing forehead.

"What's wrong? Is there anything wrong with me?"

"..."

Entering the restaurant, the decoration inside is very luxurious.

"One of the episodes in that drama was filmed here. It's a bit old, and it will probably be refurbished soon." Ying Hao looked around and sighed.

When Fu Zhenjun watched that drama, he only stared at Ying Hao, he didn't care what the scene was, since he said it was here, it was here.

It's empty, there's nobody there.

Since it is a music restaurant, there must be waiters...but there are no one.

In the center of the dark hall, there is a piano, and the spotlights above it just hit the piano.

Ying Hao smiled at him, then walked to the piano, sat down, and motioned Fu Zhenjun to sit at the nearby dining table.

Fu Zhenjun only felt his head sweating, and couldn't help but look around. There were only a few wall lamps here, and the darkness was terrifying.

He wanted to ask, why is there no one here?

At least there must be a waiter.

At this time, the melodious sound of the piano sounded, attracting Fu Zhenjun's full attention.

He stared at Ying Hao who was sitting in front of the piano, and he had no other thoughts in his mind.

No fear, no fear.

At this moment, even if there are only the two of them in the world, isn't it a very happy thing?

Ying Hao played and sang.

The slender fingers are dancing on the keys,

He sang English songs.

His pronunciation is still very standard, obviously he has practiced this song for a long time.

In this way, he is like the most elegant master in the world, handsome, deep, and intellectual.

It's completely different from the earthy and low appearance when he first debuted.

At the end of the song, Ying Hao walked down from the stage.

The light hit his face and body, as if the stars were shining all over the sky, like a prince walking out of a silver screen, unattainable.

Fu Zhenjun just sat there dumbfounded, he could only watch Ying Hao walking towards him step by step.

When Ying Hao stood in front of him, he smelled a faint smell of men's perfume in his nostrils, and he looked up at Ying Hao with almost worshiping eyes.

Ying Hao smiled slightly, and suddenly stretched out his hand to lift him up, and the force made him stick tightly to Ying Hao's body.

Ying Hao wrapped his arms around his waist and turned his face, as if he wanted to kiss him.

Fu Zhenjun closed his eyes, and then pushed hard.

Push Ying Hao away fiercely.

Ying Hao was extremely surprised: "What's wrong? Don't you like me? Don't you want me to kiss you?"

Fu Zhenjun only felt a splitting headache, and said sharply: "You are not him! You are a fake."

Ying Hao laughed and said, "How could I be a fake, you know me."

Fu Zhenjun said: "I don't know what you are, but Ying Hao...he is not as good as you. His elegance is fake, and his ignorance is not deep. His English is terrible, and he doesn't play the piano so well. Bottom line, he doesn't love me! He doesn't even like me! He hates me, hates me! He won't come to me, smile at me, or say date words. All this, so fake , although it's all my heart's expectation, but...I never want him to kiss me in such a place. "

Ying Hao on the opposite side was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

In an instant, the lights went out.

Fu Zhenjun shuddered, and the fear in his heart reached its peak.

He only felt a gust of cold wind around his side, and someone whispered in his ear, "Fu Zhenjun...give me back your body..."

The voice seemed to be a call from hell, each sound was cold, and there was even a smell of blood in his nose.

It's Li Xunze...he's here, he's coming to get his body back...

Fu Zhenjun cried out in shock, his voice extremely hoarse.

"Go away! Go away!"

He danced and opened his eyes suddenly, his mind instantly sober.

He touched the quilt and turned on the bedside lamp.

The air conditioner was turned down too low, making his hands and feet cold.

He wiped the cold sweat off his face with his hands, his heart was still beating violently.

By the way, he had a bad cold, took medicine and fell asleep.

No wonder my head hurts and my throat is hoarse.

It turned out that he was having a nightmare...

The seventh day of July, his birthday.

He had a bad cold and was lying alone in the dormitory.

There is no Ying Hao, nor Li Xunze.

He picked up the cell phone next to his pillow and checked the time. It was almost twelve o'clock.

Soon his birthday will be over.

He opened WeChat, but no one sent him a message.

Then, he opened the circle of friends.

But Ying Hao just posted a status.

[I wish you, who are born on July [-]th, happy forever and all wishes come true! ]