Jiang Jiang carried the noodles and walked back quickly.
The room was brightly lit. After Jiang Jiang finished eating the noodles, he took a comfortable bath and changed into clean pajamas.
I glanced at the papers on the desk and yawned, feeling a little sleepy.
After a while, she took a short nap, and when she woke up, she wrote another set of papers by herself.
As soon as I closed my eyes, I fell into a dream.
It was a strange and beautiful dream. She didn't know it was because the lights in the dream were too dim and the outlines were blurry, so she couldn't see the person's face clearly.
He could only vaguely see that the other person was a young man. The young man walked towards him with a box of strawberry cakes.
The boy said: "This year's strawberry cake."
"It doesn't look very tasty." She glanced at it, her face curled up, and she looked a little unhappy.
"Try it and see."
The young man kept his temper and coaxed with a doting tone.
She tilted her head, "It's sweet and greasy."
The young man smiled and said in a gentle tone, "Jiang Jiang, I made this myself."
She didn't resist and reached out to take it.
He said in a fierce tone: "If you are late again next time, I will never pay attention to you again."
She waited for a long time before this man came over.
How could I not be angry?
The young man said: "Okay."
That answer was extremely good-tempered.
…
The dream came to an abrupt end, and Jiang Jiang woke up with a start. Later, he realized that his back was covered in cold sweat.
My heart was beating very fast.
Even though he couldn't see the young man's face clearly in his sleep, he knew who the other person was in his heart.
Covering his face, he swallowed that person's name.
With a wry smile, he stood up and started writing the paper.
The mobile phone on the table was vibrating constantly, mostly with birthday messages from the Jiang family.
Jiang Jiang only glanced at them and deleted them all.
There was a knock on the door.
Jiang Jiang opens the door.
With a sound of "Bang!", the ribbon sounded.
I don’t know when balloons and colorful ribbons were decorated all over the house.
"Jiang Jiang, happy birthday."
Liang Yancheng looked up at Jiang Jiang and chuckled.
Ginger ginger…
Congratulations on your coming of age.
The tone is careful and gentle.
"Thanks."
This is the first time Jiang Jiang feels that her birthday is taken seriously.
The corners of his mouth curved upward.
"Come down and eat longevity noodles?"
"No, I've just eaten. Thank you."
She smiled, her voice soft.
But once he spoke, he was so unfamiliar and polite.
Liang Yancheng suddenly felt that his throat was a little dry.
The two of them had obviously not seen each other for a week or two, so why did they suddenly become so polite?
"Jiang Jiang, please speak to me properly."
Liang Yancheng stretched out his hand and closed the study door directly.
Two people stood face to face.
Liang Yancheng crossed his arms and lowered his eyes, watching her eyelashes blinking, which made his heart itch.
With whom should we draw clear boundaries?
Jiang Jiang explained: "I'm talking to you."
Why didn't you speak properly?
She clearly...
It was obvious that he was talking happily.
Jiang Jiang was completely unaware of the strange emotion in the tone of what she just said.
"What happened to make you unhappy again?" Liang Yancheng raised his eyebrows, "You should be polite when you speak when you are unhappy."