Years old

When Qi Songyan returned to the classroom, Qin Di was checking his assigned homework in his seat, and helped him mark the notes for each subject one by one on the homework sheet.Sitting beside him, Qi Songyan saw that his face was dyed a thin pink, with a concentrated expression, and most of the hostility that had just surged up suddenly dissipated out of thin air.Qin Di's delicacy and his equanimity have the same effect, both born out of necessity, but gradually grow into their respective admirable advantages.

Suddenly, a possibility flashed in his mind, so he leaned forward and asked suddenly: "Qin Di, did you prepare a gift for me?"

The sudden stagnation of the pen tip was fully captured, and before Qin Di could refute, he had already grabbed Qin Di's schoolbag and began to play tricks: "Take it out quickly, and hide it? It belongs to the squirrel!"

"Bandits, are you robbing in broad daylight?"

"If you don't steal it from you, you won't give it to me. Who are you going to take home and send it to? Hurry up and hand it over."

Qin Di pulled back the schoolbag, fine sweat dripped from the forehead, after all, he still couldn't hold him back, cursing in a low voice, took out the box and stuffed it into his arms.

"I knew you were ready."

"You know again. Sit over there for a while, and delay things." Qin Di glared at him, pretending to continue finishing homework, but in fact he was so nervous that he couldn't even hold the pen, and he almost couldn't help shaking his legs.But Qi Songyan held the box and didn't open it. He only touched it for a while, then put it into the school bag, and went to pack the exercise book with his head and hands beating the beat.

Qin Di exhaled inaudibly.

The farewell in the evening came so logically, Li Shuai stood at the door of the classroom tirelessly nodding to say goodbye to everyone, and finally turned off every lamp.The girls made appointments for holiday activities, and coquettishly joined hands with each other and joined the crowd.

Qin Di walked across the playground, looking at the line of big characters that had been messed up by footprints, Tong Chenxing rushed over from behind him and clasped his shoulder: "Happy birthday."

Qin Di was staggered by him, grabbed his wrist and said with a smile: "Tong Zhuangshi, please spare my life, your physique is to let me die when I am just an adult."

Li Mingxuan quickly pulled him back: "Oh, why are you talking about everything, hurry up, pee, pee, pee."

Qin Di looked disgusted, and couldn't help him messing around, so he poohed a few times and stomped his feet.

Qi Songyan laughed so hard that his eyes were squeezed together: "Xuan, your tone really resembles my third aunt."

"You too, you two are adults from today, can you be more mature? It really makes me angry."

Hearing the words, Tong Chenxing blurted out and asked, "Today is your birthday too?"

"Yes."

"It's also the Gregorian calendar?"

"uh-huh."

Tong Chenxing quickly suppressed the shock on his face, and took advantage of the situation to congratulate: "Happy birthday."

"Thank you Dachen." Qi Songyan replied, but Tong Chenxing's gaze drifted over to Qin Di's face.

Vehicles picking up students at the school gate blocked the main road tightly, and the traffic police were busy shuttling through it.Qi Songyan saw Uncle Li parked across the road, and his brisk mood sank along the way.He tried his best to look as if nothing had happened, and turned to them and said, "Let's go out for dinner together during the holidays."

Qin Di actually wanted to ask why it wasn't today, but thinking that Jiang Hong was still at home alone, she nodded and weighed her dead schoolbag: "If you want to find me, just text me."

"Okay, Yan, Di, Chen, goodbye and see you on holiday!"

"Bye-Bye."

They waved, scattered from one point, and went in different directions.

Qi Songyan got into the car, but he still looked back at the ball of orange, his schoolbag fell below his waistline, and he was almost struggling to carry it.He actually didn't know why Qin Di had to bring so many books home, it was enough to memorize his notebook.But he thought affectionately, what if it was to answer questions for someone, what if it was him.Before the answer is revealed, he will never act rashly, but for Qin Di, he has never been able to have no hope at all.But if every step of approach proves to be futile in the end, can he be as free, easy and brave as the day he decided to like Qin Di?

The car started slowly and merged into the torrent of evening rush hour, and the orange figure was gradually left behind on the bus platform.Qi Songyan took out the box that had been wrapped in layers from his schoolbag, took a few deep breaths, and finally opened it.Uncovering a layer of foam paper, four bookmarks were lying in two layers, the same shape as Qin Di fell out of the book that day, but the plants in the small window were different, and each one had a name.

The crimson peach blossoms in spring are called "Taohua", the purple lilacs in summer are called "Jiexiang", and the golden ginkgo in autumn are called "Thousand Fans". .The snow-white cardboard is matched with a ribbon of the same color, which is thick and delicate when pinched between the fingers.

Qi Songyan rubbed his name lightly with his index finger, as if Qingsong had something to say, he lived through the long winter fearlessly.He never asked his parents why they wanted to change his name. He guessed it was because of a change of luck or something. He never objected to it, nor did he like it very much.But today, shaking this bookmark and seeing the pine needles rising and falling in it, he suddenly thought, maybe all his sharpness is the persistence and firmness of this full tree, which is indestructible and invincible in the severe cold.

He searched for a few times, and there was indeed a card hidden under the bookmark. Different from the simple and elegant bookmark, it was made of red and gold sprinkled thick material. In the center of the card, Qin Di wrote eight characters with a golden soft pen - four o'clock Joy and peace every year.There is no title or signature, and it can be said to be a blessing, but it is more like a pious prayer.Send him the ordinary and precious four seasons, and wish him peace and tranquility every year.

As the sky was getting dark, Uncle Li caught a glimpse of Qi Songyan staring at something very intently from the rearview mirror, and thoughtfully turned on the overhead light.Qi Songyan raised his head and lifted the box to reflect it on the rearview mirror: "Uncle Li, my deskmate gave me a birthday present, a bookmark."

Uncle Li smiled honestly: "It's pretty, it's so pretty. I've never seen a bookmark like this before."

"He did it himself."

"How wonderful, at your age, you are willing to bother to make gifts for your friends."

Qi Songyan folded the box as it was, put it back in the deepest part of the schoolbag, and looked out the window at the busy traffic.

"He's not supposed to be just my friend."

He didn't speak any more, and Uncle Li also wisely didn't ask any more questions.

When Qin Di got home, he turned to the vegetable market, bought a bunch of garlic sprouts, and weighed two catties of chicken wings.When he got home, Jiang Hong was tossing octopus in the kitchen, saw him come back and chased him out holding scissors, scolding: "Look at you, you love to eat this crap, you're so useless! ... Where did you get this down jacket?"

Qin Di unloaded her schoolbag, took off her coat and hung it up carefully, took the scissors from her hand, and made up the words without changing her expression, "My aunt sent them to school at noon. She said she passed by a mall and bought them at a discount." of."

Jiang Hong was suspicious: "Discount? These clothes don't look cheap. How can your aunt be so kind?"

Qin Di got into the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves, and cut open the belly of the octopus, brushed the scales and cut the sections: "Have you heard of that brand? It's a miscellaneous brand. After the Spring Festival, people will wear spring clothes. It's a good deal to buy at a discount. My aunt has helped us a lot these years, and you forgot the schoolbag she bought for me last year."

The brand has an English name, and Jiang Hong has never heard of it before. He picked up the plastic bag he brought back, and then turned his head and stepped on the kitchen threshold, shouting: "I have already cooked two dishes, and you still buy it? What's the matter? ah?"

Qin flute raised the knife and dropped the knife with a "bang", which shocked Jiang Hong, "Who came back from the banquet the day before yesterday and said that the chicken wings were not available?"

Jiang Hong pouted, threw the chicken wings on the cutting board, and said, "I don't know how to do it."

"Then wash your hands and go out to watch TV." Qin Di turned on the kitchen light with her elbow, and squeezed her out by the way, Jiang Hong had no choice but to take off her apron and beat her out.

The dinner is ready, with four dishes and one soup. Although the plates, cups and bowls are all different colors, they still look decent.Qin Di filled the soup and handed it over, Jiang Hong picked up the chicken wings and took a bite. "You, how sweet are you?"

"Fried sugar color."

"The taste is okay."

Qin Di picked another one for her, and ate fried hairtail by herself.It was rare that Jiang Hong talked less at the dinner table today, he ate comfortably, and the fish bones were piled up in small piles.Just about to fill another half bowl of soup to drink up the salty taste, when she looked up, she saw Jiang Hong's eyes were red.

"what happened?"

After asking this sentence, Jiang Hong's nose was so sore, tears fell on the table, she threw away the bowl, turned her back and rubbed her eyes hard a few times.Qin Di sat down and stuffed a tissue into her hand, Jiang Hong pushed him away with a straight face: "It's so good that you were not born at the beginning, I left as soon as I said, clean and tidy, you don't have to suffer all these years..." She cried louder and buried her face in her palms, sobbing.Qin Di stood up and pressed her hands heavily on her shrugging shoulders. After a while, she said slowly, "It's too late, it's already eighteen."

Qi Songyan's parents, who can't go back home a few times a month, still came back to live today. The couple sat around several tables pushing glasses and changing glasses. When they got home, they were almost drunk, but they were still sitting in the living room, writing down the gifts received today in the memorandum. , while using WeChat to ask business partners one by one if they arrived home safely, and babbled a few times of thank you sincerely.

Qi Songyan didn't drink less, but he was born with a good capacity for alcohol. Apart from being a little dizzy, he didn't feel uncomfortable. He prescribed three bottles of anti-alcohol medicine, and he drank one bottle with his head up. Room shower.After drinking the wine, the body is hot, and the water is even a little cool on the skin.What kind of night would he have without this birthday party full of smirks.Would he burn hot pot with his friends, would he light candles and blow them out with Qin Di, would he cut a cake and put white cream on Qin Di's nose... In the steaming heat, he found that there was no other person in his fantasy gradually As a foil, in the warm candlelight, only Qin Di interlocked his fingers, bent his eyes and said to him: "Qi Miao, have you made a wish?"

After washing the rest of the steps, he put on a T-shirt and jumped on the bay window after blowing his hair twice. The lights of Wanjia on the other side of the river seemed dim in the night fog.He toweled his left ear and dialed the number.

"Hello?" The phone rang three times before it was picked up. Qin Di's voice was very soft, crossing the sleeping river, and rang in his ears.

"I."

"I know."

"Are you asleep?"

"not yet."

Qi Songyan curled up his knees and looked into the distance, feeling slightly dizzy from alcohol again.He hugged the box, just hugged it, didn't open it, and said dreamily: "I like the gift very much. I like it very much. I have never received a gift that I like so much... I must read more books in the future..."

Qin Di smiled lightly: "Okay, I hope Qi Miao will improve her literary quality and win the college entrance examination."

Qi Songyan also smiled softly: "Qin Di, did you make a wish today?"

"No."

"Then you just used up the opportunity to make a wish."

"It turned out that you were stuck in time and called me just to make a wish for me. Your literary literacy has not improved, and your mind has grown again."

"I didn't make a wish today, I pay you back one, and you make another one."

Qin Di was silent for a few seconds, and said, "I'm afraid you'll go back on your word, so I'm so scared that I finish the promise quickly."

"You think I can ask you what to promise, but I don't ask."

"If you don't want to ask questions, go to bed quickly if you drink too much."

Qi Songyan straightened his back vigilantly, looked around, and realized that this action was meaningless, grabbed the phone and questioned him: "How do you know I've been drinking?"

"Do you think I can tell you that you can't speak well, but I don't."

"Drink it, not much, I just... just want to say happy birthday, you don't say it, don't write it to me, it's just a birthday, please give me some attention."

"Do you think…"

"I don't think so!" Qi Songyan kicked off the pillow, then quickly pulled it up and hugged it in his arms.

Qin Di's laughter resounded again, like hot springs bubbling, gurgling small sprays of water, flowing through Qi Songyan's heart, a burst of warm itching.He had laughed enough, cleared his throat, and said very solemnly: "Happy birthday, Qi Miao."

Qi Songyan put the box on his chest, smiled contentedly, and said goodnight to Qin Di, then plunged into the quilt and fell into a sweet sleep.

Qin Di hung up the phone, the small piece of light disappeared suddenly, and the whole room sank into darkness again.He turned sideways to face the wall, smelling a faint musty smell in the air.Under the quilt, he hugged the down jacket in his arms even tighter, and buried his mouth and nose in the snow-white soft interior.Lying quietly beside the pillow with the handkerchief, she finally stared at his fingers caught in the cloud, and closed her eyelashes with him in relief.

"Leave Qin Di's wish to 19-year-old Qi Songyan. May everything go as he wishes."