Shao Qing watched Fu Nanxing silently for a while, then leaned back in his chair, lowered his head and smiled: "Mr. Fu." ”

She asked, "Do you have two birthdays a year?"

Shao Qing raised his eyebrows and raised his tone slightly: "How do I remember that a month ago, you just told me about your birthday?"

Fu Nanxing's expression froze on his face.

Shao Qing looked at Fu Nanxing's expression for a while, and then reminded with a smile: "It's the time when Mr. Fu went to the school to look for me." ”

Fu Nanxing maintained a smile: "Really?"

His eyelashes drooped, and he whispered, "Last time it was the lunar birthday, and next week is the solar calendar—"

Shao Qing pushed open the takeaway box and stood up: "Mr. Fu." ”

She laughed: "Do you believe what you say?"

Fu Nanxing raised his head slightly, and his eyes looked over lightly.

This person doesn't have the appearance of a president, nor does he have the temperament of a soldier, and the whole person looks like a gentle and noble son.

When he looked up like this, with slightly upturned peach blossom eyes, long eyelashes, and light-colored pupils, he looked particularly gentle and innocent.

Shao Qing deliberately stiffened his face and shouted again: "Mr. Fu." ”

Her voice was slightly heavier.

Fu Nanxing raised his eyebrows, was silent for a moment, and then chuckled: "I lied to you last time." ”

He lifted his eyelashes, and his light-colored pupils looked over, as if hiding the starlight of the entire night sky: "After all, Miss Shao is cautious, I have to make up a reason to find you." ”

Shaoqing didn't trust him.

She glanced at Fu Nanxing: "So, who knows if next week's birthday is also a reason to make up to see me?"

Fu Nanxing chuckled.

He stood up, propped himself on the table with one hand, leaned forward slightly, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes were forced into Shao Qing's eyes almost instantly.

His pupils were very light in color, reflecting the lights in the room, as if there were stars going out.

Shao Qing was stunned for a moment, and then someone pinched her chin, and the tip of Fu Nanxing's nose almost touched her forehead: "Qingqing." ”

He called out to her in a low voice, hoarse, wrapped in tenderness, with a little sigh, like a charming piece of music played by a cello.

Fu Nanxing said: "I don't want to celebrate my birthday, I want to see you." ”

Shao Qing's eyes widened slightly.

Fu Nanxing had already let go of his hand and sat back in his chair: "I lied to you about your birthday next week." ”

He lowered his eyelashes slightly, and reached out to clean up the takeaway box on the table: "My parents died early, and I wandered alone when I was young. ”

Fu Nanxing packed up the takeaway box on the table, put it in the trash can on the side, and then turned his head to Shao Qing and smiled: "I don't know my birthday." ”

"If you have to—"

Fu Nanxing thought for a moment, then tilted his head and said with a low smile: "October 6th, it's my birthday." ”

Shao Qing frowned.

She felt that the date was somewhat familiar, but she thought back and did not find an impression.

Shao Qing glanced at Fu Nanxing and asked casually, "Oh?"

Fu Nanxing bent his eyebrows, his gaze fell lightly on Shao Qing, and his voice also softened: "Because that day I encountered something that changed my life." ”

Shaoqing: "......"

She glanced at Fu Nanxing complicatedly: "Mr. Fu, are you going to talk about chicken soup for the soul?"

Shao Qing glanced at the time: "I have to go back to the hotel, I don't have time to listen to Mr. Fu." ”

She left the courtyard, Fu Nanxing sat on a chair, supported his chin, and watched Shao Qing walk away before he said in a low voice: "There is no chicken soup for the soul." ”

Only you.