The emotions in Wensu's eyes were very complicated. He opened his lips and wanted to say something, but no word came out.
The early autumn wind blew in and raised their hair. They stood opposite each other, like two bunches of white sycamore trees.
Jiang Shu only paused for a moment, then passed her and left. When he passed by, Wen Su could smell the sandalwood on her body.
She had also smelled this smell on Fu Shiyan.
"Xiao Shu, what are you doing standing still? Where is Ayan?" Jiang Lingyu's voice came from behind, breaking the silence.
Wen Jing and Jiang Lingyu joined hands and stood at the end of the corridor, looking at her very tenderly.
Wensu came to his senses and walked forward, "He's almost here."
But Jiang Shuwu kept walking forward without looking back.
That phrase "Xiao Shu" was never meant for her.
Returning to the main venue, crowds of people in twos and threes gradually gathered around, but the words they spoke were still the same as those for the occasion.
Lu Xun withdrew from the conversation and walked to Jiang Shu, "Where have you been?"
"Toilet."
When she answered, she arranged her hair to cover the marks from Fu Shiyan's bite, and looked around calmly. Zhou Liangqi was still there, but Wen Yuan was not.
She had a plan in mind.
"Coming, coming -" There was a sudden noise around him.
Jiang Shu and Lu Xun both looked at the stage. Wen Jing came on stage with a cane and a loving smile on his face. He said to the microphone: "Thank you all for coming to praise our Wen Shu today. As everyone knows, I hold her in my mouth."
I'm afraid it will melt inside, and I'm afraid it will break if she holds it in the palm of her hand. If you can give her this face, I am gentle and respectful. Thank you in advance!"
With these words, he revealed his identity and gave everyone here enough face, which shows that he is really doting on him.
The audience burst into applause.
Jiang Shu clapped along feebly, with a pale expression on his face.
"Today is Xiao Shu's birthday. She is 24 years old. Since she was lost, we have not celebrated her birthday for many years. This year we can finally realize our dream," Wen Jing said with tears in his eyes, "
From now on, I will give her a grand birthday every year!"
"No more regrets!"
The audience applauded again.
Lu Xun sneered: "It's quite grand."
Jiang Shu couldn't explain what he was feeling in his heart. He just felt numb, as if there was a hole with the wind blowing in.
After Wen Jing finished speaking, Wensu, who had been waiting for a long time, squeezed out a few tears, trotted forward and threw himself into Wen Jing's arms, "Thank you, dad."
Wen Jing touched her head, and a staff member turned off the lights in the venue at the right time. In the darkness, someone pushed the cake forward, and a melodious happy birthday song sounded.
The person pushing the cake was clearly Fu Shiyan.
He was still wearing the same white shirt and black trousers, with his sleeves rolled up to his arms, revealing his tight muscles.
The seven or eight-layered cake looked very warm with candles lit.
The audience sang in unison: Happy birthday to you——
Jiang Shu didn't open her mouth. She clapped numbly in the dark, her eyes filled with coldness.
A powerful fiancé, a well-off family, gentle and kind parents, so many guests in the audience who are willing to support her, and the status of the eldest lady.
How enviable and dreamy.
Everything is there.
The hardships of the first twenty years can be ignored.
Are you happy?
Wensu looked at the cake in surprise, obviously very happy.
She clasped her hands together, closed her eyes towards the candle, and made a wish for a while before blowing out the candle.
Light.
"What are you thinking about?" Lu Xun stretched out his hand to block the light for her.