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At dusk and sunset, the clouds are all over the place.

He Qiao was standing at the corner of the building smoking, surrounded by smokers in twos and threes, some gathered by the trash can and some leaned against the wall.

"Hey, what birthday gifts do you usually buy for your daughter-in-law? Lipstick? Bags?"

"I bought them all."

"How was the response?"

"I must like it. I have consulted her best friend."

Several big men chatted about their wives while swallowing clouds and fog, and worked together to give one of them a trick.

birthday present……

After listening to their words silently, He Qiao still had no decision in his heart, and after returning to the office, he leaned on the back of his chair exhaustedly to rest his mind.

"What are you thinking about!" He was slapped on the shoulder, and he looked at Zhou Peiyuan expressionlessly, without being frightened at all.

"It's HappyFriday and you still have a straight face. What are your plans for the weekend?"

"No arrangement."

"No arrangement?" Zhou Peiyuan teased, "Aren't you going to take your children out?"

Speaking of this, He Qiao propped his forehead with one hand: "He is busier than me, the general manager."

In the past week, Fang Shaoyang went out at eight o'clock in the morning and returned home late at night. The two people under the same roof often did not see each other.

"Oh... I said why some people are out of their minds. It turns out that they are lonely in an empty boudoir."

He Qiao is now completely immune to his sarcastic tone and can ignore it.

The suit shop that I consulted in the afternoon called: "Mr. He, the master who made your shoes is on annual leave and will not be back until two weeks later, and the shortest production cycle is one month, it can't be soon."

"Got it, thank you."

Zhou Peiyuan leaned beside him: "You want to buy shoes again?"

"none of your business."

"Oh, I see. You want to buy it as a gift for Shao Yang."

He Qiao raised his eyes, Zhou Peiyuan smiled: "Next Friday is his birthday, you are worrying about what gift to give him."

"how do you know."

"I don't even look at what I do." He tapped on the table, "As your special assistant, I need to know everyone who is important to you."

It is vital.

He Qiao opened his eyes slightly when he heard this word: "Do you have any good ideas, Special Assistant Zhou."

"You've asked the right person. In fact, there are two ways to give gifts: give what the other party likes, or give what the other party needs. Shao Yang likes mechanical keyboards, high-end graphics cards, etc. You can give them as much as you want, but they are too ordinary and not special enough. .As for what he needs, he doesn't lack anything now, which is difficult."

He Qiao said softly, "What are you doing so special?"

"Pretend it." Zhou Peiyuan twitched at him, "If you really think you can give anything, why worry about it?"

"Then what did you say?"

"It's better to send a signature pen. The meaning is good, and he can use it."

The two of them didn't work overtime that night, so they went to a luxury store to pick up a valuable signature pen, a calm and dignified black pen holder, a platinum clip, and a pure gold nib.

"Help me pack it."

The clerk responded repeatedly, and invited He Qiao to choose the wrapping paper himself, and asked, "Do I need to put cards in the box?"

"No need." He was afraid of trouble.

"You should always write a happy birthday sentence." Zhou Peiyuan interrupted, "You've put so much thought into it, why are you still stingy with these few words?"

The clerk smiled, and took out a few cards from the cabinet without waiting for their orders.Slender as a bookmark, pale apricot undertones, elegant sap scent.

"The words on it can be written by you yourself, or we can do it for you."

"I'll come." He Qiao said.

A pen was handed over respectfully, and he was silent for a moment before writing the ink.Zhou Peiyuan, who was waiting next to him, raised his eyes and saw him write two lines of extremely regular lowercase letters on the card:

May the world always follow your heart.

Happy birthday, Shao Yang.

—

A week passed in a blink of an eye.

Recently, Fang Shaoyang worked overtime to the point that his relatives didn't recognize him. He didn't even count on weekends, and he usually stayed at the company until eleven o'clock.Friday is his birthday, and Zhang Wei didn't remember this until noon when he reminded him.

"Do you have an appointment with him tonight?" Zhang Wei asked.

"No." Fang Shaoyang took a bite of the bread, lowered his head and drew a red circle on the dense English word list, "He doesn't know my birthday at all."

"Then why don't you come to my house? Mingming made a cake for you."

In fact, the cake was ready early in the morning, Zhang Wei just wanted to ask first, if Fang Shaoyang wanted to go home, he would take the cake to his company as a birthday present.

After Fang Shaoyang heard this, his heart suddenly warmed up.Not bad, except mom finally has a friend who remembers her birthday.

"Okay, you and Mingming are waiting at home, I'll be there at eight or nine o'clock."

That's it.

Just as he was packing up and leaving, he bumped into Sun Guanlin, "Old Sun, I won't be later than you today."

"Whether you are big or small, you know how to be lazy." Sun Guanlin was so angry that his teeth hurt.

"Today is my birthday!" Shao Yang turned around with his bag on his back and winked at him. "From tomorrow onwards, the gap between us will temporarily narrow from 30 to 29."

Sun Guanlin waved his hand to tell him to get lost.

After buying some snacks and drinks, he took them to a dilapidated residential building in Xicheng, and knocked on the door of Zhang Wei's house.Zhang Ming kicked on his slippers and ran to open the door. He was very happy to see him, and kept humming like he had a lot to say.

"Where's your brother?" He handed the food to Zhang Ming, walked to the kitchen, and saw Zhang Wei standing in a palm-sized place, drawing birthday peaches on a very simple cake.

"Damn, it's too earthy."

Zhang Wei turned around when he heard the voice, and seeing him dressed in a suit and shirt, his eyes lit up, and he smiled and said, "I almost didn't recognize you when you were dressed like this."

Fang Shaoyang whistled: "He's handsome, Brother Qiao picked him."

"Ah."

The house has no living room, only one bedroom.The three of them sat around in the open space between the bed and the TV, with a cushion under each buttocks, and a folding table in the middle.

The news on TV is nine o'clock.

A fruit knife cuts the cake, one piece for each person, and puts it on a serving plate.There were only two spoons, Fang Shaoyang simply ate with his hands, his hands were covered with cream.

As soon as he took a sip, Zhang Ming looked at him expectantly.He deliberately wrinkled his face: "Mingming, this cake..."

Zhang Ming was nervous.

"It's so delicious. I'll eat it next year, and the year after, and the year after, and the year after."

Zhang Ming danced happily.

"Don't tease him." Zhang Wei said, "I will go to other places to go to university after a while, who will do it for you next year."

"How did Mingming do in the exam?"

"The result of the estimated score is not bad, but in his situation, there are relatively few majors to choose from, and he has to communicate with the school in advance."

Fang Shaoyang hummed: "Tell me if you need to."

Zhang Ming had a relatively small appetite, so he put it down after eating a small piece, and leaned on Fang Shaoyang's back to play the game console he gave him.Fang Shaoyang was unable to move flexibly under his pressure, so he accidentally smeared the cream on his body.

"Mingming, get up." Zhang Wei frowned.

"It's okay." Fang Shaoyang said, "If he wants to rely on it, let him rely on it."

"For such a big person, it's as if he has no bones."

After eating the cake, Zhang Wei went to the balcony to fetch clothes for him, and Fang Shaoyang followed.

"How is your job search?"

"Still looking." The company that offered him before unexpectedly closed down, so Zhang Wei had to find another job.

"Or you can give me a resume, and I'll go back and ask Brother Qiao for you."

Zhang Wei took off the T-shirt and handed it to him: "Will it be too much trouble?"

"What's the trouble? Brother Qiao is easy to talk to."

Zhang Wei smiled: "Is it easy to talk, or is it easy to listen to you?"

Fang Shaoyang kicked him with a smile: "You talk a lot of nonsense."

Because Zhang Ming was in the room, Fang Shaoyang simply changed his clothes on the balcony.Zhang Wei, the shirt he took off, held it for him. He saw a mark on his neck and thought it was a hickey, so he smiled and asked, "Have you done it?"

Fang Shaoyang's expression froze, and he said with some disgust: "What to do, no."

"Then you are..."

"Mosquito bites."

Zhang Wei paused for a few seconds: "You still don't want to?"

Fang Shaoyang didn't speak, and was silent for a while before asking: "Did you buy the medicine I asked you to buy for me last time?"

"Not yet, I'll buy it for you tomorrow."

"Well, I'll come get it from you in two days."

Chatting and chatting, the time is almost zero.Zhang Ming wanted to sing the birthday song, but Fang Shaoyang refused, saying, "Don't! It's too nasty." Zhang Ming insisted on asking him to make a wish, but he couldn't resist, so he had to sit cross-legged.

The lights in the room were all turned off, and the surroundings were pitch black. Six candles were inserted on the remaining half of the cake, two long and four short.

He clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and silently made a wish.

After the promise was over, Zhang Ming asked him what he had promised in sign language. Zhang Wei smiled knowingly, looked at him and said, "Is there any need to ask? Brother Shao Yang must have wished that he would become famous soon and let Auntie live a good life."

"Damn!" Fang Shaoyang thumped him violently, "It won't work if you say it!"

There is God's will in the dark, and sometimes you can't help but believe it.

It won't work if you say it.

The Fang family villa at the same time.

Music was playing in the garden downstairs, and Duan Yuhong danced three slow steps in the grass with Fang Yongxiang in his arms. Even the servants were drunk, and no one knew that today was Fang Shaoyang's birthday.

Except He Qiao.

He Qiao sat in the room belonging to him and Xiaoshouxing, turned off all the lights, and drew the curtains tightly, neither disturbing nor being disturbed by others.

The smell of anticipation is in the air.

Once Shao Yang came home, the music downstairs would stop, he knew it.So from the moment Shao Yang entered the gate to the time he returned to the room, there were 2 minutes for him to light a candle.

This is really childish behavior.But He Qiao thinks that Shao Yang should like surprises at his age, so it's okay to try.

By 10:30, the music below really stopped.The candle was two long and four short. He lit it hastily by himself, and almost burned his hand with the lighter.Picking up the cake and standing behind the door, he took a deep breath, and time passed very slowly.

It's been a while since I've done this, and it's embarrassing.

Unconsciously hold your breath.But 1 minute passed, 2 minutes passed, and there was no movement on the third floor.The candle burned to the end, and the colorful wax melted on the delicate cake, which looked a bit awkward and out of place.

He Qiao doesn't have much to do with making surprises.

Putting down the cake and walking to the balcony, it turned out that it was late at night, the family dance below had ended, and even the dessert table was removed.

After waiting until midnight, Fang Shaoyang still didn't come back.

Guessing that he must have gone out with his friends to celebrate, He Qiao didn't wait any longer and just took the cake downstairs and put it in the refrigerator.

What a failed attempt tonight.

At first, I was still struggling to sing the birthday song at zero o'clock, and whether to let Shao Yang make a wish, but now that I think about it, I am really asking for trouble.Fang Shaoyang is six years younger than himself, and he has a completely different way of thinking, which doesn't match up everywhere.

Since they don't match, why bother to make a pair?Better to go back to a safe distance.

He Qiao built a high wall in his heart, and blocked Fang Shaoyang outside the wall before he came back.

—

Fang Shaoyang arrived home at one o'clock in the morning, and He Qiao was already asleep when he came back.

He didn't bother to bother him, so he quietly took a shower and changed clothes in the guest room. He planned to sleep directly in the guest room, but before he lay down, he felt thirsty, so he ran downstairs to the kitchen to get water.

The moment he opened the refrigerator door, he was confused for a second.

cake?

Whose, your own?

Take it out and see that there are candles that have burned only oil on it.one two three four five six.

24-year-old Fang Shaoyang is very happy, and several people remember his birthday.Mom, Zhang Wei, Zhang Ming, and He Qiao.

He supported the countertop with his hands, lowered his head and loosened his tie, rolled his Adam's apple and smiled for a while, then took the cake and strode back to the third floor.

The preoccupied He Qiao hadn't fallen asleep when he suddenly heard the door of his room open!

"Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me..."

The tall man in front of me is young and energetic, with a unique charm mixed with youthfulness and maturity.Fang Shaoyang sang the birthday song, used a lighter as a candle, and hid his love behind the cake.