In the shadow of the candlelight, Song Qiyue's hand clenched into a fist, the nails embedded in the flesh, and felt the trace of pain. Zi Youge seemed to wake up all of a sudden, so she spoke, "Yes." I don't remember. ”

"In February this year, we were still in Jiangcheng, you gave me a birthday, and you colluded with Sangsang and Qi Jian, and specially made a cake for me. Although later, you got the sugar and salt wrong, and the cake became salty. He talked about the scene when he was still in Jiangcheng.

The memory suddenly became more vivid, at that time, she had just given birth to Yangyang, and the New Year had not yet come, thinking that it was a good day, and she suddenly heard from He Sangsang that Mo Zhengyan's birthday was approaching.

"That day was the seventh of February." He said so.

That's right, it's the 7th of February.

I remember that at that time, Song Qiyue also smiled and said to He Sangsang that this day is easy to remember, two plus seven equals nine, and the largest one in a single number is.

In order to prepare for the birthday of that day. Song Qiyue deliberately went to learn how to make cakes, but the cakes failed very much, and in the end he couldn't eat them at all, as he said, he confused sugar and salt. Qi Jian was about to rush to the city to buy another one. But it was too late.

"I also cooked Shou noodles." Mo Zhengyan smiled and said, "It was Aunt Xu who cooked it." ”

Although the cake suffered, fortunately, there was still Shou Noodles, and she was going to cook it herself, but everyone was afraid, just afraid that she would make a mistake again. So Aunt Xu took the initiative to ask to cook the noodles, and when the noodles came up, they were really delicious.

Such a big pot of noodles was eaten later.

"I ate three bowls." He whispered.

Song Qiyue remembered again that it was indeed three bowls, in fact, she also ate two bowls, because the taste was very good, and Aunt Xu's craftsmanship was very good.

"I ask you. How do you know it's my birthday, you said it was Sangsang who told you. Mo Zhengyan said again, "You said, I knew that I was from Aquarius, but unfortunately, Aquarius and her are the most incompatible zodiac signs." ”

It's not the most incompatible zodiac sign, and if you find any zodiac sign speed dating guide book, Aquarius can't match her zodiac sign.

Because, because she is----

"I asked you which zodiac sign you were from, and you said you were Cancer." He spoke slowly, I don't know if it was because the male voice was too low and good, so even the memories became long and soft. The table is in the intestines.

On February 27, Aquarius, the most incompatible zodiac sign is Cancer.

She was born in the seventh month of midsummer. July 20th is her birthday.

The horoscope book says that the personalities of Aquarius and Cancer are fundamentally different things, the former will never give up a forest for a tree, and the latter longs for a single-minded and safe love. One is eager to grasp him with tenderness, but the other tells you rationally that this is not the case, and you should give him more freedom.

As soon as Aquarius meets Cancer, there is only one star in the eternal index.

He asked at the time: How many stars are the best?

Five, but we only have one. She replied.

He hugged her and said with a smile: Those in the horoscope book are all deceiving children, will you believe it too? I don't believe it.

They are zodiac signs that should not meet and get married, but they just bumped into each other, and they once scoffed at those guides, thinking that if they held hands, they would be forever, but this is not the case, not at all! Recalling this, Song Qiyue felt suffocated, and she snorted, "I forgot!" ”

Don't let her think about it again! Think no more!

"Even now, I don't believe in horoscopes, I didn't believe in them before, and I won't believe them in the future." He pushed the cake cart in front of her, and the candlelight was even closer to her, "What is the most unworthy constellation, it's all nonsense, I won't believe it." ”

"I wanted to have a good birthday party, but I knew that you didn't like too many people and didn't like it too lively, so I didn't have to be extravagant. I told them to have a holiday today, so they weren't there. Don't worry, Yangyang, I asked Sister Lan to take her out for a walk, and she will come back. ”

"The cake is made by someone I found, and the time is a little rushed, so it's just one layer, I originally wanted to make a bigger one, next time, wait until next year, and then make a big cake for you, you love to eat cakes, I know." He smiled and said, "This year will be enough, and next year will make up for it." ”

Earlier, when he said that he was going to celebrate her birthday, she smiled and said: You must have forgotten by then.

They are no longer children, they have already married and have sons, where do they care about birthdays, so they will not remember the day of their birthdays before.

But next year, where did they come from next year? Where else?

But he said to himself, "Happy birthday, July." ”

Song Qiyue was in a passive shock, she couldn't think with common sense, and she couldn't feel the truth of all this, but the candlelight was still burning, and she felt the smell of the candle, the fragrance was permeated, it was the flowers around her, and she was so clear!

"Happy birthday." He spoke words of blessing, again and again.

"Make a wish and blow out the candles." He urged her to hurry up and move on to the next step.

It was a torture, as if something was gnawing at her heart, and she stood at both ends of the scales, swaying and not knowing what to do! What birthday, how will it be happy, where will it come from next year? She doesn't want it! I won't want it! Song Qiyue was there, she wanted to destroy the cake, but she couldn't move there!

"Don't you make a wish to blow out the candles, don't you like this cake?" Seeing that she didn't move, he asked again.

Is it that after blowing out the candle, everything will stop? But after blowing out the candles, as if she had promised that she would live together again next year, why did she have to listen to him again? With such stubbornness, he can't even act at the moment, so seriously, Song Qiyue doesn't understand why he is so serious!

"If you haven't figured out your wish yet, let's wait before blowing out the candle." He walked past the cake cart and took her hand again.

"Come on." He shouted again and led her upstairs.

Under the candlelight, the staircase was entwined with flowers, like a ladder to the hanging garden, it was his hand, the fingers were slender and clean, the temperature was warm all year round, but when he held it, it was steady. This person's hand, Song Qiyue had held it many times, but now it should have been numb. But at this moment, perhaps because the pace is too fast, there is a trace of trembling.

He went all the way, and she was led all the way up by him, and the stairs went through and over, and he led her through the corridor.

It's the light in the cloister that illuminates the road ahead, and that's the way to the attic!

Song Qiyue's eyes must have been clear, he had already taken her to the front of the attic, and he took her to the attic.

This attic, Song Qiyue has not been here, there have been two times, one is that she sneaked in, and once he came with her.

This time, they came again.

But now the lock in the attic has faded, and the lock is long gone, and there is no need for a key.

He said in front of her, "I won't need a key in this attic from now on." ”

His hand was gently tugged at her, and he tabbed, "Push it away." ”

It was his hand that held hers, and led her to push the door open, and the attic had already lit candles and decorated the walls, and the left and right sides were scattered at intervals of a few steps, very strong European style.

Song Qiyue saw this attic again, those books that were once messy were stacked so neatly, and the bookshelves were built in the attic, built against the wall, one after another. There were so many books on the shelves that I couldn't count how many there were.

There is also a flower shelf on one side of the bookshelf, decorated and scattered, and the wallpaper is fresh green, which is very simple and beautiful.

The whole attic presents a kind of simplicity, but the strong bookish fragrance is revealed. The coffee table and chairs in the middle, as well as a chaise longue against the wall, are lined with blankets and pillows, and there is a moving table on the side, which is a must-have for the lazy.

This is already a study, no longer an attic for miscellaneous items!

"According to what you said, it was converted into a study." He stood aside, looked sideways at her, and said, "The drawings you chose were built, but I changed some small details." Look at this bookshelf, the pattern on it is your favorite rose. And this chair leg, which is a lotus pattern. ”

"This recliner, you usually like to lie down the most, move a handful and put it here, you can lie down when you are tired of reading. And this mobile table, where you lie down, you take it with you. ”

"And ......"

"Enough!" He had to continue to say below, but Song Qiyue couldn't bear it, and she interrupted him!

She gritted her teeth, "Enough! I know, I see it, this loft is very well remodeled! ”

"You don't know, you haven't finished reading it yet, go in and have a look." He took her wrist and led her in, stepping through the soft carpet and walking through the deep attic corridor, as if walking through the scenery of the four seasons, too hurried in the light!

Finally, when he came to the end, his pace stopped, and Song Qiyue saw that it was the end of the attic, which was originally the place where Cheng Qingning's real photo was hung, but it had already changed, and the sliding door and window were glazed, and the curtains fell.

"Pull the curtains back." He shouted, "Pull away and see." ”

Driven by curiosity, or bewitched by him, Song Qiyue involuntarily stepped forward and opened the curtain----

The summer wind was blowing, the curtains were gently flying, it was the evening sun outside, and it could be seen vividly, shining in the attic, the boundary of the sky was so close.

In front of it was a small table, and on the round table was a cotton and linen tablecloth, with the corners of the cloth coming down, and the lace edges were old beige.

On that table, there was a vase!

The light hit the bottle, and the jade white vase was so smooth and white, it was the vase she chose!

In her white jade vase, there is a scorching rose.

The roses that bloomed so brilliantly were in full bloom in the vase that belonged to her!

"I chose this rose, and I cut the thorns on the flower, and I gave it to you." He said as he stood behind her.

Song Qiyue didn't seem to believe all this, what was he doing! Does he know what the flower language of the rose is and what it means! This represents love, represents the thought of love!

The blooming rose, like a person's longing, is a beautiful dream, but although the flower will wither, but the heart of the favorite will never wither, the rose is the beginning of love, is the oath of love.

The crimson rose, darker than red, without the brightness of roses, without the moving vows, but it means, that means---- just wants to be with you!

"Mo Zhengyan!" Her voice was trembling through her teeth, she was completely dizzy by him, her heart was beating so violently, I don't know if it was because of anger or because she was shocked.

"You told me before, send her away, don't see her again, don't have any contact with her, and from now on, don't meet and don't contact, not at all." He whispered again, "I think I may still not be able to do it, at least for now, at least until she recovers, at least I can't see her being bullied and ignore it." But I never wanted to be with her, never. ”

"I've been thinking a lot lately, why did you break up with me, is it because of Yangyang? You came to ask me before, Yangyang's nickname, do you think I use Yangyang as a substitute? His eyes were deep, and such a serious gaze would melt everything.

It's as if he wants to melt her whole person, and make her sink into his world, unable to extricate herself and unable to breathe!

"He's my child, how could I treat him as a replacement?" As he spoke, his voice was solemn, and the seriousness was conveyed at the same time, "I have never treated him as a shadow of another child, never!" ”

Never, he said that he never thought of being with Cheng Qingning, he said that he never regarded Yang Yang as a substitute for their children, but all this, whether it was true or not, behind him was darkness, but behind her was day, day and night were alternating, like an illusion, like a dream, so unreal!

She wanted to question, she wanted to speak, but she found that she couldn't, it was too hard to take a step, she had already chosen the other end, why should she continue to sway and let her continue to repeat!

He couldn't shake her like that! No!

He was moving forward, approaching her, it was his handsome, getting closer and closer, he said, "Actually, I forgot to ask you, do you like Jiang Cheng?" ”

"Although it's not big, it's a little far away, and it's not as prosperous as the port city and Haicheng, but it's very quiet and peaceful, and I like it very much."

"July, do you like it?"

"I know that when I came back to Port City this time, there were so many things that happened that you were very unhappy. When this is over, why don't we get out of here together? Let's leave Gangcheng, let's go back to Jiangcheng? ”

Get out of here together, get out of this place, get out of all the distractions, get out of here!

It was a heart that was already completely hard as a stone, but suddenly it was peeled off, the rubble was broken, she couldn't stop, she couldn't resist, she was trembling!

"Let's get out of here together." He said, smiling like that, "Go back to Jiangcheng." ”

Song Qiyue couldn't speak, couldn't make a sound, he picked up the rose in the white jade vase, he sent it to her, put it in her hand and held it gently.

"I forgot to tell you a word." When he said this, his eyes twinkled like stars, so bright.

It was the tears in the corners of his eyes, intertwined with Yangyang's, and frozen in his eyes, which would hypnotize people, it was she who heard his voice, and the sound of the rubble breaking!

He said, "July, I love you. ”

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