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Song Xianfei finally sat in the co-pilot. Originally, he thought that Pan Yao would have a meal with him like in the past few years, so he rushed to deal with the work at hand in the afternoon, so as to free up time.

Time was free, but the people around him changed from Pan Yao to Cheng Yi. In fact, Song Xianfei didn't feel too surprised, but he realized that Pan Yao might be doing it on purpose.

For some reason, he felt that it was becoming more and more difficult for him to refuse Cheng Yi's request, as long as it was not too much for him, he seemed to be able to agree.

"Where are you going?" Song Xianfei remembered to ask after putting on his seat belt.

"Where else can I go?" Cheng Yi smiled, turned the key to start the sports car, "Anyway, I can't get out of Liwan, and I can't abduct you."

Song Xianfei was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, and was going to take advantage of this moment to close his eyes and rest his mind. When he reached into his pocket, he suddenly came across a piece of cardboard. Then he remembered that it was the crumpled love letter greeting card, and stuffed it into his pocket in the morning After that, he forgot to take it out.

"I thought...you don't know how to read it." Cheng Yi was a little affectionate, and when he saw Song Xianfei took out the greeting card from his pocket, he was still thinking about it for a while, and somewhat speculated whether he was doing it on purpose in front of his face. Take it out.

"I really haven't watched it yet." Song Xianfei admitted very sincerely.

After hearing this, Cheng Yi curled his lips, and said in an eloquent voice that writing this love letter was more nervous than writing an essay for the college entrance examination. He wasted several cards just for the same greeting card, and he was already overwhelmed by the time he wrote this satisfactory finished product. It was late at night.

These days, some people still send love letters in the form of greeting cards, but the key is to write them by hand. I don’t know where Cheng Yi learned these tricks. Song Xianfei held the greeting card with the love letter in his hand, and unconsciously, a smile appeared on his face. There was a faint smile, but he didn't even notice it.

"Well...then I'll take a look." Song Xianfei was actually quite curious, wondering what kind of nonsense Pan Yao said "it's just nonsense". Take off the glasses frame.

"Recalling that time, it seems like it was just yesterday, without you, it's like a cloudless sky without... a cloud?"

Song Xianfei only read the first two sentences before he couldn't help laughing.

"What's the matter?" Cheng Yi turned to look at him while driving, not aware of anything wrong, "What are you laughing at?"

"There is no cloud in the cloudless sky." With such a bad sentence, Song Xianfei laughed until his fingers trembled. Perhaps it was because of his birthday today, and his mood was happier than usual, "Where did you come from?" Copy it?"

Cheng Yi heard him laugh, and simply turned off the music, so that his laughter could be heard more clearly.

"It's a few bloggers I follow on the Internet. I saw that they often post some literary quotations. When I was preparing to write them yesterday, I referenced them." Cheng Yi waited for him to laugh enough before continuing: "The cloudless sky is There is not a trace of cloud, I was still pondering whether this sentence was correct or not when I wrote it, but after thinking about it later, I realized that it was the cloud that hadn’t decided whether to gallop in the sky or not.”

Song Xianfei was stunned when he heard it, and stared at the love letter he had just laughed at in a daze. He knew that Cheng Yi was speaking to himself, but he acted as if he didn't understand.

Between the lines, every sentence is easy to understand, which makes people feel vulgar, but if you read it word by word, you seem to be able to see someone under the lamp. One after another, the last thing he holds in his hand is his final result.

If it were someone else, his delicate heart should have been touched long ago, but Song Xianfei was extremely tormented in his heart, and Cheng Yi's love was vigorous and heavy. Cheng Yi was good except for his childish personality, but the person he liked was Own.

Before this, Song Xianfei had never imagined that someone would accompany him to spend this life together. He habitually retreated, was not good at expressing, and buried his lover's love in the deepest part of his heart.

Cheng Yi drove straight in the opposite direction from Song Xianfei's home, and stopped at a temporary parking space on the side of the road when he passed two intersections with traffic lights.

This area is the downtown business district of Liwan City, and it is also the busiest street. There are many luxury stores of famous brands here, which are comparable to the stars in the sky.

If Song Xianfei remembered correctly, Pan Yao seemed to have told himself that this place is also called "a street for the rich", and that a casual meal would cost thousands of dollars.

Cheng Yi asked him to wait in the car and said that he would come back when he went. Song Xianfei happened to be tired after a busy day, so he took off his glasses and closed his eyes gently.

The temperature in the car was moderate, and the sound insulation effect was quite good. Song Xianfei leaned his body on the seat relaxedly, and within a moment, he felt drowsy, and he might fall asleep at any time.

Probably when the song switched to the third song, Cheng Yi's figure was long overdue, Song Xianfei just glanced at it in a haze, and immediately woke up a lot.

If you read correctly, Cheng Yi was holding a huge cake box in his hand, smiling brightly all over his face, his impeccable facial features and tall and straight figure standing on the side of the street were enough to attract a lot of attention.

Song Xianfei was suddenly a little dazed, the glass of the car window clearly couldn't see the people inside from the outside, but the eyes of the two just crossed this barrier and met together.

Cheng Yi opened the car door and put the cake in Song Xianfei's arms.

"Happy birthday, Song Xianfei."

Song Xianfei looked at him, feeling that the sunlight coming through from his back was a bit dazzling, and he couldn't help squinting his eyes. The scent from the cake box lingered on the tip of his nose, which made him twitch his nose uncomfortably, making him a little sore.

"I don't know what flavors you middle-aged and elderly people like, so I asked all the cake shops in the city." Cheng Yi seemed to be asking for credit in front of him, wagging his "tail" behind him, "This is a pure cake shop. Handmade private bakery, I heard from the boss that the ingredients are all produced by themselves, the taste of cream is not so sweet, low sugar and healthy, it is very suitable for people who want to lose weight and keep fit.”

Song Xianfei patiently listened to his chatter, and finally said thank you with a tight hand on the cake box.

After growing up and becoming an adult, with the growth of age year after year, in fact, cakes are not as rare as they were when they were young, but to Song Xianfei, they are joy, full of joy.

In the past, the sand painted on the ground was blown by the wind, and Pan Yao’s invitation to drink and eat was just to remind him that there is still such a birthday, even if he is holding a piece of cheap and unpalatable cake in his hand, Yu Song Xianfei came It is still a precious, regrettable fragment.

Cheng Yi drove the car to the entrance of the corridor of Song Xianfei's house with ease and familiarity. The doorman had seen him several times.

I don't know when Cheng Yi ordered another takeaway. Not long after the two of them entered the house, a delivery boy knocked on the door and brought over two large handbags of soup and vegetables.

The outer packaging of the bag said Xiang Xie Li. Song Xianfei only knew that it was a big restaurant, quite famous, and the large and small food boxes taken out of it almost occupied the entire table, and there were still a few that couldn't fit in the end.

Song Xianfei complained that Cheng Yi was wasting money, and it would be nice to cook a few dishes by himself when he had cakes. Cheng Yi vaguely said that he couldn't return the order after ordering it, but he was actually afraid of eating someone's vinegared cabbage again.

When the cake was put on the table, Cheng Yi carefully removed the outer carton.

Song Xianfei finally saw the whole shape of the cake clearly - the upper layer is a pattern made of fresh fruit and cream jam, the purple cream goes from top to bottom, the color changes from light to dark, and the workmanship can be described as exquisite.

He thought it was very beautiful, and he didn't want to look away for a long time.

"Then what, I'm a little tone deaf, you just make do with it." Cheng Yi turned off the light and lit a candle, then sat down with a light cough.

Song Xianfei's gaze followed him, and through the dancing candlelight, Cheng Yi's face also became flickering.

"I wish, I wish you a happy birthday, A Fei happy birthday..."

Song Xianfei laughed out loud, not giving Cheng Yi face at all, "It's really ugly."

"No matter how ugly it is, it's sung by the unique person in front of you." Cheng Yi smirked for a while, then said softly, "Happy birthday, Ah Fei, please make a wish."

Song Xianfei put his eyes on the burning candle, staring at the light beam struggling in the darkness.

For the first time in the past few years, someone actually celebrated his birthday with a cake.

He closed his eyes and said, "I hope Cheng Yuan's project will go well and be safe in the days to come. In fact, I don't have any big wishes. Cheng Yi, thank you very much today."

Cheng Yi suddenly approached him as soon as he finished speaking, Song Xianfei had a premonition but did not avoid it.

The two lips touched together, and they rubbed moistly, very lightly, like water flowing past, which made people feel like an illusion.

Song Xianfei just slowed down his breathing, and then lowered his head. He didn't feel so disgusted, and he didn't have any resistance in his heart. Instead, he was captured by the unexpected gentleness of the other party's heartbeat, one after another, as if he was exerting force on his heart. Like knocking on the door.

Cheng Yi couldn't sit still after kissing someone, this kind of ambiguity really made people crazy, scratching his heart, especially Song Xianfei's behavior just now was more like tacit consent.

"Honestly, Ah Fei, I have never been so concerned about anyone other than Lao Cheng and my mother." Cheng Yi got up and turned on the light, and went to unwrap the plastic knife, "If the soul told me it was true I like you, I thought you played a trick on me."

"Damn Gu?" Song Xianfei raised his head and looked at him blankly, suddenly felt that Cheng Yi looked very tall from this angle, which made him feel an inexplicable sense of security.

"I'm just joking." Cheng Yi kept looking at Song Xianfei while cutting the cake.

Suddenly he leaned over, holding the butter-stained cutter in his hand, staring at Song Xianfei with a smile in his eyes, and asked word by word: "Did you treat me a little bit... Are you excited?"

Song Xianfei's pupils shrank suddenly, as if someone had seen through his mind, and his fingers squeezed together awkwardly.

Cheng Yi had a panoramic view of his small movements, smiled and put some cream on the tip of Song Xianfei's nose as if doing evil with his fingers, "As long as you say a word, I can come here at any time."

Song Xianfei's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if something had exploded in his chest, and it suddenly became chaotic, but it wasn't that kind of noisy chaos, but like fireworks suddenly blooming in the dark night sky, colorful , colorful and dazzling.

"Song Xianfei." Cheng Yi struck while the iron was hot, and asked again without giving up, "So will you agree to be my boyfriend?"

"..." Song Xianfei's body stiffened on the chair, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he didn't even dare to breathe too hard.

People's hearts are long, and they can't stand soft and hard things the most. Those people would turn around and leave after experiencing a disappointment. On the contrary, Cheng Yi became more frustrated and courageous, and each time he came more violently.

Song Xianfei felt that he was almost powerless to fight anymore, he even thought, so what about a love?

After this silence lasted for nearly ten seconds, it was finally interrupted by a cell phone ringing. It took Song Xianfei a while to realize that it was his cell phone ringing.

"I'll answer the phone first." He hurriedly got up, escaping from the atmosphere that made him suffocate.

Although Cheng Yi showed disappointment on his face, he still held joy and anticipation for his small reactions, water droplets can penetrate stone, not to mention that Song Xianfei's heart is not a cold stone, but lively and active.

The caller ID was Pan Yao, Song Xianfei took a deep breath and answered the phone, trying to keep his tone not so ups and downs.

"Hello, Pan Yao?"

"Old Song."

Through the phone, Pan Yao's tone seemed to be a little off. After hesitating for a while on the other end, he said slowly, "There seems to be something wrong in the company."

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