your gift of my love

?Due to the traffic jam on the expressway, Jun Xiuye ​​was late for more than an hour.

Not seeing Jun Xiuye ​​at the beginning of the banquet, Su Jiaming felt a little uncomfortable for some reason.He suddenly remembered his birthday when he was 22 years old. There was no bustling feasting and no blinding lights.In the dark, he lit 22 candles for him, he played and sang happy birthday to him, and he handed a small and elegant gift box into his hands.He still remembered that there was a simple and elegant brooch in the gift box.SJM is also engraved on the brooch.

When Jun Xiuye ​​arrived at the bar, everyone was having a good time.

Su Jiazhen seemed to be instigated by everyone, and said some scandalous things about Su Jiaming's childhood.

Su Jiaming blushed, and awkwardly pushed his brother.The picture is so intimate, piercing Jun Xiuye's eyes.

Lu Feng was the first to notice Jun Xiuye's arrival. "Xiu Ye? Aren't you in City A? You came here to celebrate Su Jiaming's birthday?"

Su Jiaming also set his eyes on him at this moment, but he was speaking to Lu Feng: "He was at the People's Hospital in City B recently."

Hearing this, Jun Xiuye ​​felt sore in his heart, but he didn't say much, "I'm late, I'm sorry." He generously picked up an empty glass, filled it with white wine, and said again: "I'll punish myself first. .” As soon as the words fell, he simply raised his cup and drank it down.

He filled another cup, seemed to be looking at Su Jiaming, but didn't seem to be looking at him, "Second cup, wish our birthday man, happy birthday." He drank it down again.

"The third cup, to everyone present."

His white fingers holding the wine glass, and his Adam's apple jiggling up and down, complemented the color of the wine and the light, creating a breathtaking beauty.

All the friends present were shocked, and then they all cheered in unison!

Su Jiaming, on the other hand, frowned, thinking to himself: how could he drink like this, three glasses full of strong baijiu.

During the year he was with Jun Xiuye, he never saw him drink a little bit of wine.

Among the unsatisfactory crowd, someone yelled, and as a result, everyone clamored for Jun Xiuye ​​to perform.

Not allowing Jun Xiuye ​​to be entangled, Lu Feng pushed him to the piano in the center of the bar, "Xiu Ye, just play a piece and show them your hand!"

It was a black piano.

The body of the piano was polished so shiny that Jun Xiuye ​​could see his own reflection on it.

The white hands rested in the air above the keys, finally accompanied by a sigh that only he could hear, and only he could hear and understand, and slowly fell down.

So be it……

This was the last sentence that came to his mind before playing.

When the first sound sounded, Su Jiaming had a vague premonition about what Jun Xiuye ​​was going to play.

Sure enough, it was the song "Always Quiet".

Beautiful melody, gentle male voice.

The noisy crowd fell silent.

The love for you has been quiet;

In exchange for your occasional care.

Obviously it is a movie of three people;

I can never have a name.

The love for you has been quiet;

I made up my mind from the beginning.

think what you want is the past;

But found that love must have a response.

……

It turns out that fate is used to explain that you suddenly don't love me.

From the moment he played the first note, Jun Xiuye's gaze has been on Su Jiaming.

Su Jiaming also kept looking at him silently.

He is not stupid, and he also understands that something is lost with the end of this song.

After the last tone fell, Jun Xiuye ​​slowly looked away, as if looking into the distance.

Su Jiaming couldn't express what he felt in his heart, Jun Xiuye ​​didn't give him time to buffer, and pressed the keys again.

The melody was familiar to no one present, but everyone thought it sounded good.

It should be the prelude, Jun Xiuye ​​said calmly: "The song just now is dedicated to everyone present, but the next song I wrote is for the only one person, I wish him birthday today hapiness."

He started singing...

What it was singing, Su Jiaming could no longer distinguish carefully.His gaze was fixed on Jun Xiuye's face, not wanting to let go of his emotions, but Jun Xiuye's face remained unchanged from the beginning to the end, and he never looked at him again.

In a trance, he seemed to hear him singing——

The love we once had was worn into pieces by time.

……

Our miss for each other is brought to an end by fate.

……

After Jun Xiuye ​​sang, he got up and bowed, and amidst warm applause and a boiling atmosphere, he calmly walked down from the circular stage in the center of the bar.

The birthday party became more lively after Jun Xiuye's performance.

But in fact, the host of the birthday party lost interest.

Su Jiaming felt that what he lost might be far more than what he originally imagined.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, everyone broke up.

When leaving, Su Jiaming saw Jun Xiuye ​​standing by the side of the road, as if he was waiting for the bus.

He drove the car over and lowered the window, "I'll take you back. Are you going to the People's Hospital of City B or a hotel?"

Jun Xiuye ​​suddenly wanted to smile sarcastically, and said to him, sir, it's a pity that I won't go to these two places.He could feel the gaze cast on him by the person in the passenger seat.He didn't like Su Jiazhen, even putting aside the fact that he was his rival in love, he thought that he was not qualified to judge him.He cleared his somewhat hoarse throat, "No, I'll take a taxi, you guys go first!"

Su Jiaming frowned, "It's already this point, what other cars will pass by here!"

Jun Xiuye ​​naturally knew this fact, "When are you going back to City A?"

Su Jiaming was taken aback by his question.

Not knowing if it was intentional, Su Jiazhen coughed suddenly in the passenger seat.

"Brother?" Su Jiaming looked at Su Jiazhen nervously, and put his right hand on his back to help him relax.

Jun Xiuye ​​outside the car sneered, turned and walked across the road.

"Jun Xiuye!"

Jun Xiuye ​​felt that he was not up to the mark. Although he was not reconciled in his heart, he still turned back disobediently.

Under the street lamp, the light-colored phoenix eyes seemed to be flickering, shining brightly, as beautiful as a piece of dusty amber.

Su Jiaming's words that were about to blurt out suddenly froze, but Su Jiazhen's cough that sounded like he was deliberately suppressing came from behind him.

"Let's talk about it, my brother's body hasn't fully recovered yet." The nails dug into the flesh, causing a dull pain.

Not far away, only a few zebra crossings away, the fire in the man's phoenix eyes was instantly extinguished.

Su Jiaming's eyelids twitched, and he subconsciously shouted, "Xiaoye!"

But no matter how much he yelled, the man never stopped.

Jun Xiuye ​​walked to the South Railway Station of City B step by step.

After drinking so much wine, carrying the cold night wind, he walked to South Station without sleep all night.

It was a quarter past six the next day when we arrived at South Station.

He bought a ticket back to City A and is now sitting on a chair waiting for the bus.

Steamed buns in a small shop not far away.

But his stomach turned violently, and he was so noisy that he really lost his appetite.

He felt that he rushed from city A to city B just to celebrate the birthday of the person who did not belong to him because he was really full.

"At 7:05, City B leads to City A, ticket inspection begins!"

……

"At 7:05, City B leads to City A, ticket inspection begins!"

The female voice from the radio was flat and without any ups and downs.

It's just a bus, and it's really not worth mentioning to people who have nothing to do with it.

But for those who want to do it, it means parting, missing, and...

Jun Xiuye ​​was the last one to get on the bus.

He himself thought it was funny, he still looked at the entrance from time to time, he was still looking forward to the next moment, maybe in the next moment, the person he was thinking of would appear...

This is not a fairy tale, there is no sweet sugar-coated shell, only the bitter powder really exists.

Holding the ticket in his right hand several times, he set off on his way home.

Farewell, Jiaming.