Sick Beauty Gives Up Struggle [Rebirth]

After the last class, Li Rong threw away Lin Qin and Jian Fu, and took Cen Wei to a Vietnamese restaurant.

The decoration of this restaurant is very good. There are small boxes with curtains on the upper floor. The small boxes can seat up to four people. There are long wooden tables, swing seats, and a dim yellow lamp hanging directly above the table.

The lighting is not dazzling, but gentle and soft, even a little dark from the outside.

There was still a cup of succulent potted plants on the table, and before the dishes were served, the waiter brought up a bottle of cucumber lemonade.

Cen Xiao rubbed the tabletop with his fingers to confirm that the tabletop was clean, then took out a wet tissue and wiped his hands.

"Why do you want to eat Vietnamese food?"

He thought that if Li Rong wanted to celebrate his birthday, he would definitely find something he likes, such as Sichuan cuisine, such as hot pot.

Vietnamese cuisine is still very small, at least there are not many famous restaurants in City A.

Li Rong leaned back on the back of the chair, put one foot on the corner of the table, exerted a little force, and made the swing seat sway slightly.

This store probably has been around for a long time, and the swing is not very reliable, even though he is not very heavy, it still makes a creaking sound.

Li Rong smiled confidently: "Of course because I like this kind of light dishes."

Cen Xiao rested his arms on the table and stared at Li Rong calmly.

Li Rong was wearing a long white coat with the buttons undone to reveal a monochrome T-shirt inside. At first glance, this coat looked like the kind of lab coat that researchers wear in the laboratory.

Cen Wei moved his gaze up to Li Rong's neck, paused for a moment on his exquisitely protruding Adam's apple, and raised his lips: "It's my birthday, you're really welcome."

But of course he won't worry about it, he's used to catering to Li Rong's taste, and Li Rong's food is indeed healthier than him.

He actually likes Li Rong's unreasonableness very much, it makes him feel that the person in front of him is vivid, lively and unscrupulous.

Li Rong smiled and said nothing, still swinging on the swing slowly, his soft hair swayed with his movements, his arms rested on the back of the chair, and his fingers tapped one after another.

After a while, the waiter brought the food.

It was a plate of spring rolls with rich colors and exquisite arrangement. The authentic spring rolls are hand-peeled by the customers. After the spring roll skin is soaked in water and softened, the fresh shrimp, spices, and green vegetables are rolled in together, and then eaten with the sauce .

Cen Wei stared at the spring roll skin in front of him, a little lost in thought.

But Li Rong tried his best to resist the swinging swing, his eyes trembled, and he looked at Cen Wei: "It seems that I haven't told you happy birthday yet."

Cen Xiao's Adam's apple tightened, and his palms were slightly sweaty.

The word birthday rarely appeared in his life. When he was very young, he didn't know that people had birthdays. When he grew up and saw other people's birthday parties, he asked Cen Qing and Xiao Muran about them. Why not have a birthday.

His words, like a ignited fuse, detonated Xiao Muran's suppressed anger for a long time.

Instead of answering his question, she started arguing with Cen Qing.

When cultural people quarrel, they only move their mouths. Even so, it still left a very bad impression on Cen Xiao.

He stood on the side, quietly looking at his furious parents, feeling the low pressure that he was accustomed to in a big villa.

No one mentioned that today was his birthday, and it wasn't something to celebrate.

After a long time of quarreling and cursing, the two slammed the door and entered two rooms respectively, and did not come out for a whole day.

Cen Xiao thinks that he has matured very quickly, and he also recognized the situation of his family very early.

Only once, he knew that he didn't need to celebrate his birthday. Only a child whose parents expect him to be born can experience the joy of birthday.

But no matter how precocious a person is, it is difficult to get rid of the shadow brought by the original family, and he is no exception.

Every year on this day, he would still subconsciously feel anxious, disgusted, and unable to breathe, as if he had returned to a scene that was extremely familiar to him, with loud curses, crying, and the sound of throwing things filling his eardrums.

Such a dim living room, a cold kitchen, an unscrewed faucet, countless details wrapped him up, like a heavy stone, pressing down on his heart.

He only needs to survive this day in silence, and Xiao Muran and Cen Qing will return to normal. They are still high-ranking presidents of the chamber of commerce and historians who know everything about the past and the present.

He finally understood that it was his birth that disgusted them.

Cen Xiao tried hard to suppress the impatience in his heart, and kept calm in front of Li Rong.

He poured a glass of cucumber lemonade, mixed with ice cubes, and took two big gulps.

The coolness slid down the esophagus all the way to the stomach, which seemed to have extinguished some negative emotions. He hadn't been so depressed for a long time, but he still squeezed out a smile: "Thank you, you remember."

Li Rong thinks that his eyesight is very sharp, he is too smart, it is easy to see a person's disguise, but unfortunately, he never sees someone wearing Cen Wei.

Just like the previous life, for two full years, he missed too many Cen Xiao's true emotions.

Or maybe he saw it, but didn't want to believe it.

Li Rong pursed his lower lip lightly, lowered his eyes, picked up water with zong leaves, and poured it on the thin spring roll skin.

When the spring roll skin softened, he filled in all the fillings and carefully rolled a spring roll.

Through the flexible and thin skin, you can see the colorful stuffing inside, dipped in the yellow sauce, it is really mouth-watering.

Yes he will like it.

Why didn't he pay attention that night, what Cen Xiao brought back was something he would like.

He was not forcing him to celebrate his birthday, and he believed his excuse of working overtime, knowing that his stomach problems would easily recur, and he was afraid that he would be hungry if he stayed up late, so he brought him a supper.

The spring rolls are very good, and will not lose their original taste because of being left for a long time.

He can come back anytime, anyway, Cen Xiao is also waiting at the dining table.

He is obviously drunk and unconscious, but he can still think about him to this extent.

It turned out that the night that he could not avoid in his eyes had such a precious meaning.

Li Rong stood up suddenly, stepped out from between the chairs, and walked to Cen Xiao's side.

With his right hand resting on the table and his left hand supporting Cen Xiao's chair, he said softly: "This is spring rolls, that is a small yellow light, the night is dark, the street lights are very shallow, and the shop is not in a bustling area, so there are few people on the road. "

Much like that night.

Li Rong paused, his eyelids trembled twice, his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

"Today is your birthday, and I will celebrate your birthday with you."

After finishing speaking, he pressed Cen Xiao's shoulder with his hand, knelt on the swing on one knee, bent down, and put Cen Xiao's lips in his mouth.

He seems to have returned to that night, he did not refuse the drunken Cen Xiao, and he accompanied him to spend an overdue but happy birthday.

The cool wind blows the soft curtains, and the quiet light prolongs the shadows of the two close together.

The moment he felt Li Rong's light and shallow breathing, Cen Xiao's muscles tensed up, and his palms became hot and humid.

Li Rong's kiss was very delicate and gentle, but not jerky. He gently rubbed the line of Cen Xiao's lips, controlling the frequency of his breathing greedily and provocatively.

The tips of his eyelashes and the tips of his hair were entangled, and they were lifted up by the warm wind from time to time. Under the shroud of the small yellow light, they reflected trivial and mottled shallow shadows.

The swing chair couldn't bear the weight of the two of them, it creaked and swayed slightly when it was squeezed, Li Rong couldn't stand upright, so he had to put all his weight on Cen Xiao's shoulders, and hugged his neck tightly.

"Kiss me." Li Rong closed his eyes, pressed Cen Xiao's forehead, ordered impatiently.