Bamboo Horse Invasion Guide

On Zhuang Chengman's birthday, the most annoying thing was going to the airport to pick up his father for dinner.

The atmosphere on the road was a little stiff, and after noticing Zhou Yiyuan's questioning eyes several times, Zhuang Cheng gave him a calm expression.

Pulling his mouth and laughing dryly, he looked ugly.

"How is Yiyuan studying recently?"

The purpose of bringing Zhou Yiyuan was to let him adjust the atmosphere in the car, Zhou Yiyuan said neither humble nor overbearing: "It's okay, the No.1 exam in our class last time was Zhuang Cheng."

Father Zhuang glanced at Zhuang Cheng lightly from the rearview mirror. He was sitting in the back seat, looking out of the window with his head tilted, as if he didn't really want to join the conversation.

"Is there any gift Zhuang Cheng wants?" he asked.

"It's not necessary to ask what I want until it's my birthday," Zhuang Cheng said coldly.

The colder and more embarrassing atmosphere in the Shura field in the car silenced Zhou Yiyuan. He lowered his eyes and looked at his phone. It was Shen Changtang who asked him if he could call Zhuang Cheng out for dinner.

Zhou Yiyuan: His father is back, he probably has dinner together and can go out later.

Shen Changtang: See you later.

He sent a small emoji of a cute rabbit spinning in circles. Zhou Yiyuan put his hand on the car window, covered his mouth with his backhand, and chuckled lightly.

After a very unpleasant meal, Zhuang Cheng put down his chopsticks early, and because he didn't want to spoil Zhou Yiyuan's parents' interest, he blew out candles and ate cake with them.

"Zhuang Cheng, happy birthday." Zhuang's father stared at Zhuang Cheng with a smile on his face.

He was wearing a well-fitting suit, except for the stiff movements when he hugged Zhuang Cheng Xuxu, his whole body looked uncluttered.

Zhuang's father let go of his hand in embarrassment, and patted Zhuang Cheng on the shoulder: "There is only the last year of high school left, study hard, and go to take a driver's license test during this summer vacation. Dad will show you the car. Wait for you to take it." When you get your driver's license, bring it home."

Zhuang Cheng sat on his seat, paused for a while, and then said slowly: "I don't need it."

"Why don't you need it? It's more convenient to have a car." Zhuang's father said in the usual decisive tone. He took a sip of tea and changed the topic to Zhou Yiyuan, "Yiyuan is not yet an adult, right?"

"It's only seventeen, but it's coming soon, a year will pass in the blink of an eye." Father Zhou said.

"Yeah, I used to look so tall, but now I'm taller than me. The boys just jump fast." Zhuang's father sighed.

Like Zhuang Cheng, Zhou's mother, who has an ugly complexion, said coldly: "I can see him every day, and I can't find out whether the growth is fast or not. It will be half a year after you leave, so it must feel that you are growing fast."

Father Zhou glanced at her with some disapproval: "Say a few words less."

"You're right." Zhuang's father smiled helplessly, "I was just about to talk about this, and my work abroad has also stabilized, so I want to discuss with Zhuang Cheng about studying abroad when I come back this time. "

Zhuang Cheng's expression paused, and he slowly looked up at him.

"We have a few world-renowned universities there, and they are not too far from where I live. When you go out to study, we can live together." Zhuang's father looked at Zhuang Cheng in astonishment Looking at the expression on his face, he continued, "Otherwise, if you live alone in the country, I won't be able to take care of you anyway, so I don't worry."

Zhuang Cheng took a deep breath, as if his eyes were about to freeze.

"You didn't take care of me. Didn't I live well for so many years? It's not necessary."

Zhuang's father threw his chopsticks angrily. His expression was a little uneasy. He pointed at Zhuang Cheng and said, "It's not necessary again? Then what do you mean it is necessary?"

Ever since Zhuang Cheng sat at the same table with his father for dinner, his throat seemed to be tightly clenched, making it difficult to breathe.He was so cold that his hands holding the chopsticks were trembling slightly. After a while, Zhuang Cheng said softly: "When my mother was in critical condition, you rushed back to sign and accompany her in the operation. This is the most necessary thing."

For a moment, everyone at the table was stunned.

"You, why are you talking about your mother?" Father Zhuang's tone was a little annoyed, but not as forceful as before.

Zhuang Cheng stared at him and said, "Today is my birthday, which is my mother's good day. How can I say it? You are guilty, but I am not. "

Father Zhuang didn't want to continue arguing with him in front of outsiders, so he took a deep look at Zhuang Cheng, and walked out of the private room with the cigarettes on the table.

Zhou Yiyuan took a look at Zhuang Cheng's pale face, stretched out his hand to squeeze his shoulder, and said, "It's all right."

Zhuang Cheng's mother's surname was Cheng, and his name was made up of his parents' surnames. As an only child, Zhuang Cheng received unreserved love.

In Zhou Yiyuan's impression, Auntie Cheng is a very cute auntie. She is eight years younger than Uncle Zhuang. In addition, she has a very tender appearance and an outgoing and cheerful personality. The children like her very much.Zhou Yiyuan's mother and Aunt Cheng have known each other since they were in high school. They got married and had children around the same time, and bought a house together on purpose. The two families have a very close relationship.

Zhuang Cheng was raised very well by her when he was a child. Although he was doted on, his personality was not arrogant and willful. He was even more sensible than Zhou Yiyuan, who was always obedient and well-behaved. The reason is that the two of them have a good temper compared to the other.

Later, Aunt Cheng passed away due to illness, and the relationship between Zhuang Cheng and his father dropped to a freezing point in an instant. The reason was that when Aunt Cheng was sick and hospitalized, Zhuang Cheng's father was still busy with his business abroad, so he only found two nurses for Aunt Cheng. Look, until Auntie Cheng entered the operating room and the operation failed, Uncle Zhuang never showed up.

Zhou Yiyuan especially remembered that night, because he had never seen Zhuang Cheng cry like that.

The small, thin body leaned against Zhou's mother's arms, raised her head and cried loudly, with a hoarse throat and a desperate expression.

Bad memories made everyone feel very heavy. The meal was already tasteless, so Dad Zhou drove them back home.

When they parted at the door, Zhou Yiyuan hesitated for a while, and said, "Zhuang Cheng, if you, you are in a bad mood, you should go to bed early."

Zhuang Cheng nodded, opened the door and went home alone.

"Why don't I go and sleep with him." Zhou Yiyuan turned to look at Zhou's mother and asked.

"Letting him alone may be uncomfortable right now." Mother Zhou said, "I'll make Changshou noodles for him later, and I didn't eat much at night."

Zhou Yiyuan took another look at the door of Zhuang Cheng's house, sighed softly, took out his mobile phone and sent Shen Changtang a WeChat message: Zhuang Cheng was not in a good mood, I didn't find a chance to ask him to come out to play.

Zhuang Cheng took a shower when he got home. The water rushed down from the top of his head. The cold liquid blurred his vision and gradually smoothed away the heat all over his body.

Some pictures of his childhood kept flashing in his mind. The strange thing is that the few frames of his mother's smile that he couldn't find the connection with when he was younger were so deep that they seemed to be engraved in his mind. , the more lingering.

The more you can't catch anything.

Zhuang Cheng's eyes were reddish, and he came out of the bathroom while wiping his hair. Before taking two steps, he suddenly found that the living room light that had just been turned on had been turned off.

Zhuang Cheng was stunned for a moment, and in the next second, three people emerged from behind the sofa. With a resounding "Happy Birthday", the flickering candlelight illuminated the dim living room.

Fu Shi was holding the cake, while Zhou Yiyuan and Shen Changtang clapped their hands and sang in the background: "Happy birthday to you~Happy birthday to you~"

The three of them sang irregularly, and Shen Changtang was the only one who sang in tune, but his voice was low and was overwhelmed by Fu Shi's voice.

Zhou Yiyuan put the piggy birthday hat on Zhuang Cheng's wet hair and said, "Happy birthday, Zhuang Cheng."

Fu Shi clicked his tongue and said, "Why did you just take a bath?"

Zhuang Cheng is still responding: "You—"

In the next second, he was rubbed all over his face by the cream scooped up by Shen Changtang.

"It's not a birthday if there's no buttercream."

There was a piece of white cream on Zhuang Cheng's astonished face. Fu Shi giggled twice, dug out a bigger piece, and was about to paste it on his face, but Zhuang Cheng, who had reacted, grabbed his wrist.

Shen Changtang's eyes were sharp and he quickly gave Fu Shi a face mask. Fu Shi yelled and was hit again by Zhuang Cheng.

"Damn it! Why are you only bullying me!"

The living room was in chaos, even Zhou Yiyuan, who was quietly watching the battle, was not spared. A few people used cream indiscriminately to fight, making the sofa, clothes, and face all covered with cream that was so greasy.

Fu Shi leaned on the barely clean place on the sofa to breathe, and pushed Zhuang Cheng with his knee.

"You haven't eaten yet. I made this cake myself."

Zhuang Cheng raised his eyes and glanced at him, only half of his eyes could barely be opened in Fushi.

He couldn't see Zhuang Cheng's movements clearly until his chin was pinched, and then something warm and moist stuck to his lips.

"Here, it's delicious." Zhuang Cheng said.

The author says:

I wish you all a happy New Year's Eve ~ Happy New Year ~