sliced ​​cheese

The song is not long, only about two or three minutes. Zhuang Qiubai supported Jiang Yunchuan's stiff shoulders, and chatted with him in a low voice from time to time to resolve the embarrassing atmosphere just now.

The restaurant manager is standing in the distance talking to the waiter.Probably to help them create an atmosphere, they kindly turned off all the lights in the lobby, leaving only the viewing area, which is dark and atmospheric.

Jiang Yunchuan didn't look at Zhuang Qiubai the whole time, adjusted his state, and never stepped on his feet again.He can really dance, and he can dance very well, no matter which dance step Zhuang Qiubai changes midway, waltz or blues, he can keep up.Even by changing a gesture, he could guess which eight beat Zhuang Qiubai was about to dance, and would take his hand and throw him out, waiting for him to turn back with a slightly surprised expression.

Zhuang Qiubai was really surprised, he always thought that Jiang Yunchuan's taciturn personality didn't like socializing.Facts have proved that a status like that of the Jiang family does not require any communication.Most of them are others who cling to them. If someone can invite Mr. Jiang to dance at a high-end business reception, then the company he belongs to may not have to worry about recruiting people in the next few years.

The nervousness on the medical panel was gone, and Jiang Yunchuan's excitement level had returned to the top.

At the end of the dance piece, the elegant violinist seamlessly transitioned to another familiar piece.

happy Birthday.

Zhuang Qiubai stopped slowly, and was about to say something to Jiang Yunchuan, but found beautiful fireworks blooming in the night sky of the city outside the window, colorful, and could not hear any noisy sounds.

Jiang Yunchuan was standing beside him, watching with him, without any expression, but the data showed that he was very happy.

During the period when Zhuang Qiubai entered the system, there was always a question that he couldn't figure out. On his birthday, what did Jiang Yunchuan desire the most?

If you want to celebrate his birthday, you can do it.

If you want to eat with him, you can.

So what else does he want?

"Jiang Yunchuan." Zhuang Qiubai asked through the figure reflected through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Ah."

"Do you... have anything to say to me?" He thought that perhaps by asking directly like this, he could get some useful clues.

Who would have thought that Jiang Yunchuan was silent for a long time until his birthday was almost over, so he covered his nose and coughed lightly, and said lightly: "Happy birthday."

"drop--"

"drop--"

"drop--"

Suddenly, a prompt box popped up on the medical panel, "The first treatment is successful, the first treatment is successful. Next, a new throw will be opened for you. Please choose to throw immediately or log out."

As the system sound fell, the sound of the violin stopped, and the restaurant was disappearing little by little. After Jiang Yunchuan said that sentence, he also disappeared.

Zhuang Qiubai stood blankly in a pure white space, with only one data panel in front of him. The data on March 3 had all been reset to zero.

Zhuang Qiubai nodded slowly and continued to throw. He never expected that what Jiang Yunchuan wanted to do the most this day was to just say something to him...

happy Birthday.

The system was making short preparations. During this gap, Zhuang Qiubai saw the real March 3th.

That morning, Jiang Yunchuan didn't go to work, but sat at the dining table early.holding a book.

The housekeeper seemed to know that he was in a good mood, and brought him a cup of coffee with a smile, and asked him with a smile, do you want to wake Mr. Zhuang up?

He said, "No."

He glanced at the time and said, "Let him sleep more."

After sleeping, I slept until noon. The breakfast on the table was changed several times, and the butler came to ask again if I wanted to prepare lunch directly.

Jiang Yunchuan said, "No need."

He has just woken up and may not be able to eat anything.

So the butler nodded and went upstairs to wake him up.He really had no appetite that day, so he greeted Jiang Yunchuan, took a few mouthfuls of warm oatmeal, and went upstairs to sleep with dark circles under his eyes again.

Jiang Yunchuan didn't show any emotion.

Still sitting at the dining table, looked at the bowl he used, and continued to read.

Around five o'clock, the housekeeper came over and asked, do you need to wake Mr. Zhuang up?

Jiang Yunchuan sat in the restaurant for a day, was silent for a while, stood up and said, "No need."

"He forgot."

The butler was startled, and asked, "The young master is still going?"

"Yeah." Jiang Yunchuan put on the suit he had prepared earlier, took the car keys, and walked out.

On the way, he bought a small hazelnut-flavored cake, and went to the pre-booked restaurant alone, and sat at the seat with the best view.

The manager personally came to order for him, and also recommended the pungent cold pinch. After serving the table, Jiang Yunchuan was also a little disgusted, and gently pushed it aside, and only ate a tasteless salad.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the little handle came to take over the shift, and when the familiar birthday song sounded, the fireworks outside the window also bloomed.

Jiang Yunchuan watched quietly, sitting alone in the restaurant waiting for the fireworks to end, and then returned home with a small cake.

The butler was still waiting for him, helped him take off his coat, and asked him if he wanted to rest.

He checked the time, sat in the living room, and lit another candle on the hazelnut cake.

"Master." The butler stood aside and said gently, "Mr. Zhuang may not wake up today."

"Ah."

"Then do you want to go to rest first?"

"No need." He casually picked up a book and asked the housekeeper to leave without saying anything.

Zhuang Qiubai stood in front of the system panel, and through the shaking candlelight, he could clearly see that Jiang Yunchuan's eyes were a little lonely. Although he was holding a book, he was staring at the candle, as if he was going to sit here all the time, waiting for the candle to be completely exhausted. Embers.

At this time, a series of footsteps came down from upstairs, Jiang Yunchuan was stunned for a few seconds, and a flash of joy burst out of his eyes, and immediately leaned on the sofa, pretending to open a book.

Following the voice, Zhuang Qiubai raised his eyes, and saw himself who had gone downstairs to pour water in a daze that day, with a mess of hair on his head, and asked him in surprise: "Today... is your birthday?"