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Ruan Sheng urged Fu Yuanzhuo to hurry up, and when they returned to the orphanage, it was almost ten o'clock.

The dean stood at the door, with a long and thin face gloomy, staring at the two people who were dirty, showing no good looks at all.

Ruan Sheng shrank back to block Fu Yuanzhuo's bloody hand: "I'm sorry, Dean, we are late."

The dean stared at them: "Where did you go?"

"No, I didn't go anywhere..." Ruan Sheng lowered his eyelashes, his face flushed, "I asked Fu Yuanzhuo to accompany me to go home and take a look, and I wasted some time."

He almost never lied. In order not to make the dean angry, he had to open his eyes and tell nonsense, pretending to miss his relatives.

The original body was in an orphanage because both parents were in a car accident and had no relatives. It is understandable to return to the hometown because of homesickness.

Sure enough, the dean didn't get angry when he heard what he said, and just glanced at Ruan Sheng lightly: "Don't run around anymore, if there is another time, I will punish you to confinement."

Ruan Sheng quickly nodded obediently, expressing that he remembered it.

The dean let them go.

Ruan Sheng was greatly relieved, and dragged Fu Yuanzhuo to run into the dormitory.

Both of them were dirty, Ruan Sheng pushed Fu Yuanzhuo to wash up.

While Fu Yuanzhuo was leaving, he hurriedly cleaned himself up and changed into a pair of crisp short-sleeved shorts.Then take out the small cake and place it in the center of the table.

It's a pity that there is no time to prepare other decorations, so Ruan Sheng can only arrange the birthday candles given by the boss in a circle.

He sat by the table, carefully holding the lit candles, and lit them one by one. The warm candles flickered with flickering brilliance in the hot summer night.

This is what Fu Yuanzhuo saw when he opened the door and came in.

He was stunned at the door and didn't go in.

Ruan Sheng raised his head and saw Fu Yuanzhuo at the door, his eyes lit up.

He ran over and pulled Fu Yuanzhuo: "Come on! You won't forget what day it is today, will you?"

Fu Yuanzhuo pursed his lips, came to the table, and saw the cake wrapped in white cream, the pattern was very simple, only two bright red roses, and the words "Happy Birthday Fu Yuanzhuo!"

The signature is a small heart, clumsy and silly.

"Today is your birthday!" Ruan Sheng whispered in his ear, "I secretly read it from the dean, so I shouldn't be mistaken."

Fu Yuanzhuo was stunned. Of course he remembered that July [-]th was the day he was born.It's just that since childhood, no one has ever celebrated this day for him.

There is a rule in the courtyard. On your birthday, you can ask the auntie in the cafeteria for a bowl of longevity noodles.

But Fu Yuanzhuo's first birthday in the orphanage was spent in the small black room. Since then, Fu Yuanzhuo never took the initiative to talk about his birthday.

Today is the first time he has a birthday cake of his own.

Ruan Sheng complained in a low voice in his ear: "That Fu character has a lot of strokes. I practiced it for a long time before I dared to write on it, but the writing is still very ugly."

He was a little dissatisfied and frowned in distress.

Fu Yuanzhuo turned to look at him: "It's not ugly, it's pretty."

It is more beautiful than every font he has ever seen, and it is a blessing that can be printed in his heart for a lifetime.

"Really?" Ruan Sheng was pleasantly surprised, the bright candlelight was reflected in the amber eyes, and the joy melted with honey melted from the ends of the eyes and the brows.

Fu Yuanzhuo's eyelashes moved slightly, and the palms held by Ruan Sheng couldn't help sweating.

"Hurry up and make a wish and blow out the candles. I just placed sixteen candles, and I have to blow them out in one breath!"

Fu Yuanzhuo stared at him deeply, and then blew out all sixteen candles under Ruan Sheng's gaze.

Ruan Sheng frowned, remembering something important, and asked, "Did you forget to make a wish?"

Fu Yuanzhuo shook his head: "The wish is in my heart, but it won't work if I say it."

He raised his hand, cut the cake into four, and handed a piece to Ruan Sheng: "It's too late today, the cake is not easy to digest, eat less."

Ruan Sheng sat down obediently, took the paper plate and spoon, and took small sips.

He squinted his eyes contentedly when he saw pineapple and nata de coco in the cake layer.

Fu Yuanzhuo looked at the corners of Ruan Sheng's mouth stained with white cream, his whole body was filled with light of joy, Fu Yuanzhuo couldn't help but slightly raised the corners of his lips, and his black eyes were stained with a faint smile.

He knew that starting today, someone would keep his birthday in his heart.

He just made a wish, hoping to have a rose cake of his own every year, and besides that...the person who smells like roses in front of him.

After eating the cake, Fu Yuanzhuo packed up the leftovers, Ruan Sheng touched his bulging belly, and limp down on the bed.

But he forgot one thing, he still had several stick wounds on his back.

"Hmm...it hurts." Ruan Sheng was suddenly touched by the wound, her face was wrinkled in pain, and she curled up on the bed.

When Fu Yuanzhuo heard the voice, he walked over immediately, and immediately saw a bruise on Ruan Sheng's waist.

His expression froze, and he stretched out his hand to lift his shirt, only to see a few mottled scars on his snow-white skin, which were particularly dazzling.

Fu Yuanzhuo's eyes were cold: "Who beat them?"

Ruan Sheng turned his back to him, he couldn't see Fu Yuanzhuo's frightening face, but he also felt that the other party was very angry, and couldn't help but feel sour grievances in his heart: "If they didn't hit me, I would have run away, and I wouldn't There are things behind..."

Fu Yuanzhuo frowned and clenched his palms involuntarily.

He was silent for a long time, brought the ointment, and said to Ruan Sheng, "Lie on your stomach, and I will apply the medicine to you."

Ruan Sheng obediently lay on the bed, obediently pulled up her short-sleeved top to her chest, revealing her slender and graceful back.

The warm yellow light in the room shone on his back, reflecting like a perfectly shaped jade carving, but now there are several flaws on this beautiful jade.

Ruan Sheng hugged the pillow, feeling the ointment from Fu Yuanzhuo's fingertips falling on his skin, and the coolness made him tremble uncontrollably.

He turned back and said, "You have to remember to wipe it lightly, I'm afraid of pain."

Fu Yuanzhuo pursed his lips tightly, his clear eyebrows were faintly reflected in the light.

After a long time, Ruan Sheng felt that his whole back was full of coolness, and then he heard Fu Yuanzhuo say: "Okay, don't move around tonight, so as not to touch the wound."

Ruan Sheng said "oh", looked at Fu Yuanzhuo, the soft hair on the top of his head shook: "But I can't control myself after falling asleep, what if I turn over?"

He didn't want to rub the ointment all over the bed, and then he had to wash it himself.

Fu Yuanzhuo paused when he put the medicine.

Ruan Sheng scratched at the edge of the pillow, suddenly came up with an idea, and asked, "Can you sleep with me? This bed is small, and I have no place to turn over if there is one more person."

He thinks this idea is very good, and it's not like he hasn't slept with Fu Yuanzhuo before, so Fu Yuanzhuo won't mind, right?

Ruan Sheng stepped aside, patted the goose-yellow bed sheet: "Come up, and bring your pillow by the way."

Fu Yuanzhuo's eyes darkened, and he seemed to be a little entangled in standing still.

Ruan Sheng clasped his hands together and pressed his lips to his lips, saying kindly: "Please, otherwise these medicines will be in vain."

Fu Yuanzhuo clenched his palms, and finally took the pillow to Ruan Sheng's bed.

The clear smell of medicine mixed with a touch of sweetness hits the face, instantly enveloping Fu Yuanzhuo completely.

He stiffened his body, suppressing the impulse in his heart.

"Turn off the lights." Ruan Sheng urged him, "It's getting late."

Fu Yuanzhuo coughed twice, raised his hand and turned off the bedside lamp, and the small room was suddenly plunged into darkness, with only faint moonlight leaking in through the window.

Fu Yuanzhuo took this opportunity to see clearly the young man lying beside him.

Ruan Sheng was lying on the bed, the exposed shoulders and neck lines were smooth and light, like a butterfly fluttering its wings, slowly stretching and breathing in the dark night, fragile and agile.

Ruan Sheng noticed Fu Yuanzhuo's gaze. He opened his round eyes and leaned in front of Fu Yuanzhuo. His warm breath fell on Fu Yuanzhuo's face, and his soft lips opened and closed: "You sleep too!" Can't you?"

Too many things happened today. Although Ruan Sheng was physically tired, he was not sleepy mentally.

Fu Yuanzhuo's eyes flickered: "Yes."

The breeze blew in from the window, Ruan Sheng shivered from the cold, and couldn't help leaning on Fu Yuanzhuo.

It happened that he was lying on his stomach, so he just lay on Fu Yuanzhuo's chest, and the top of his furry head was just buried in the other's neck.

Ruan Sheng felt Fu Yuanzhuo's short-term stiffness, and felt strange in his heart. They have been good friends for so long, why is Fu Yuanzhuo still a little uncomfortable with his physical contact?

"Fu Yuanzhuo, let me give you another birthday present." Ruan Sheng propped up his chin, tracing Fu Yuanzhuo's handsome eyebrows with his gaze under the moonlight.

"What gift?" Fu Yuanzhuo's voice was hoarse.

Ruan Sheng cleared his throat: "It's a piano piece, it's called "summer", and it happens to be the season you were born in. It's just that there is no piano now, so I can only borrow it from you."

He pressed his ten fingers on Fu Yuanzhuo's chest, and through a thin layer of fabric, he sensitively felt the vibration of Fu Yuanzhuo's heart.

One after another, Ruan Sheng listened quietly for a while, then raised his finger, and slowly sang the brisk and agile notes according to the melody in his memory.

He has always liked this piece of music, but it is a pity that piano music is not suitable for humming. Ruan Sheng can only sing one part, and the whole piece seems much simpler.

But this did not prevent Fu Yuanzhuo from being shocked by Ruan Sheng's behavior.

There is nothing left in his mind, only the moonlight boy playing the piano on his heart in his eyes.

He felt extremely strongly that the heat was continuously overflowing from Ruan Sheng's fingertips, as if with magic power, passing through the fabric and resonating with his heartbeat.

Fu Yuanzhuo originally thought that as long as he hugged Ruan Sheng, he could satisfy his inner desire for skin-to-skin contact, and that sense of satisfaction and fulfillment could make him temporarily forget the loneliness in his heart.

But now, he suddenly felt that the hug when Ruan Sheng was sleeping was far less exciting than Ruan Sheng's active touch. It was the first time he felt this feeling of being cherished by others, and he couldn't help but indulge in it In the fierceness of the blood pumping.

Ruan Sheng hummed a short paragraph, looked at Fu Yuanzhuo with clear and bright eyes, and said, "I am singing this song for you, I hope you will no longer feel lonely, and all the unpleasantness will pass."

Ruan Sheng thought that he was willing to be good friends with Fu Yuanzhuo forever, to help Fu Yuanzhuo get out of the shadow of childhood, to meet more beautiful people and happy things.

Fu Yuanzhuo's tightly pursed lips looked a little pale, and his eyes looking at Ruan Sheng were dark.

The strings in his mind slowly tightened, Fu Yuanzhuo thought, he seemed to have become more greedy——

Not only did he want to get his hands on this rose, but he also longed for the delicate rose to voluntarily bow its petals, willing to be pierced, crushed, and dirty by him...

Fu Yuanzhuo thought quietly: It's so difficult... But, how could he be willing to give up...