Tomorrow is March 17, Xu Tanxi's birthday.

On the night of the 16th, Rong Li was not at home.

Xu Tanxi called him: "Aren't you coming back tonight?" ”

"Hmm." Rong Li said, "I'll go back tomorrow." ”

He said he was going to stay in Linshi for one night because of the school competition.

"You need to be safe outside."

"Okay."

Xu Tanxi waited for Rong Li to hang up the phone first.

"Nothing." Cheng Ji said that he wanted to do what he liked, and he asked Xu Tanxi, "Is it me who you like the most?" ”

Others are outside, and the wind is loud.

The girl on the other end of the phone whispered, "Yes." ”

He smiled.

You know that's the case.

After hanging up the phone, Rong Li returned to the Buddhist hall, his steps were bumpy, he bent down and rubbed his knees, and then slowly knelt on the futon woven by the rice stalks, picked up the brush, and continued to copy.

He can't write calligraphy, and the fonts on the rice paper are all spent, which is a little ugly.

Outside the Buddha hall, the little novice is eating glutinous rice dumplings.

"Master," he crouched beside him, "the benefactor inside seems to have an injured leg." ”

The old monk was under the Bodhi tree, digging the soil with a small hoe: "Don't worry about him. ”

"Oh." Xiao Shami ate glutinous rice dumplings and asked innocently and curiously, "Master, what are you planting?" ”

The old monk said, "Plant the cause." ”

It's clearly a stone.

The little novice asked, "Can stones bloom too?" ”

The old monk said, "It can bear fruit." ”

Xiao Shami looked confused: "Master, I don't read much, don't lie to me." ”

The old monk laughed, scooped up a handful of soil, and buried the "cause".

Wait a while, and it will bear fruit.

At 0:00 on March 17, Xu Tanxi's mobile phone on the table lit up.

Rong Li: [杳杳]

Rong Li: [Happy Birthday]

Transfer:【52000】

Why three zeros?

Because of the daily limit......

It's very annoying, Rong Li feels that Cheng Ji is all nonsense.

On March 17th, the weather was clear and the wind was smooth.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Xu Fang, who was asleep, suddenly heard a loud bang, and then someone shouted.

"There was an earthquake!"

Xu put a carp to stiffen, picked up his pants and ran out, ran to the stairs, suddenly stopped, looked up at a chicken nest: "No earthquake?"

"Woke up from sleep?" His mother, Ms. Zhang Guining, was clasping her hands and leaning against the wall next to his bedroom door, "Go brush your teeth when you wake up." ”

Tricked......

Xu Fang grabbed a handful of hair and roared: "Mom! ”

Ms. Zhang Guining shook the back of his head, took the posture of a noblewoman, and knocked on another door: "Xu Yingying, get up." ”

There was no response inside.

Zhang Guining pounded on the door: "Get up!" ”

Xu Yingying turned over: "I'll sleep a little longer." ”

Outside the door, Ms. Zhang's voice was loud.

"Husband, how much is the password for her game account?"

The game number that Xu Yingying uses the most is registered with her father's phone number, and his father is a wife slave.

"Wife, I'll check it out for you."

“……”

Xu Yingying ripped off the blindfold irritably, touched his mobile phone and glanced at it: "It's only seven o'clock!" "She slept at three in the morning!

Zhang Guining urged outside: "Go and clean up, wear plain clothes, and go to the tomb today." ”

At half past eight in the morning, Xu Tanxi sent Rong Guan to the kindergarten.

Before entering, Rong Guanguan kissed Xu Tanxi on the face: "Sister-in-law, happy birthday." ”

Xu Tanxi half-squatted and touched his head: "Thank you." ”

He took off his backpack and pulled out a handmade doll from it: "This is a birthday present for you." ”

He did it himself, and the teacher praised him in the handicraft class.

Xu Tanxi took a closer look, and his eyebrows were dyed with a smile: "It's beautiful, I like it very much." ”

Rong Guanguan was very happy when he heard the praise, shook his head and staggered: "Then I'll go in." ”

"Hmm."

He went in and turned his head at the door: "Sister-in-law," the two white and tender hands were raised to their heads, and they made a big heart, "I love you." ”

Xu Tanxi smiled and waved her hand, her eyes were filled with the gentle sun of March, and she looked at the handmade doll in her hand.

The eyes are crooked and cute.

She untied the silk scarf tied on the bag, wrapped the handmade doll, and carefully put it into the bag.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Xu Tanxi returned home.

Rong Li came back, and there were roses on the table, a large handful.

She touched the dew on the flower with her fingertips, and then called Rong Li: "Sir, when will you come back?" ”

She didn't ask him if he had ever been back, nor where he had gone.

"Around ten o'clock." Rong Li said, "Wait for me at home." ”

Today is not the weekend, Xu Tanxi took a day off: "I will wait for you, you drive slowly, don't be in a hurry." ”

"Okay."

After the call, she went to the bedroom to change her clothes, and saw a gift box on the dresser, she walked over and opened it, and there was a pair of earrings and a necklace inside.

The chain is rose gold, and the necklace pendant and earrings are pink pearls with a halo of diamonds next to the pearls.

Money, flowers, jewelry.

It's not quite like her husband's style, it is estimated that Mr. Cheng taught it.

With a mirror on her face, pink and smiling, she put on her necklace and earrings, returned to the living room, and inserted the flowers on the table into a vase, and a card fell out of the wrapping paper with a line of words on it.

"Uh-huh,

Happy birthday.

- Rong Li"

At half past nine in the morning, the crew of "The Wind" had three scenes in the film and television city, and the staff and actors had arrived, and the director, who was never late, had not yet arrived.

The field manager asked the assistant director: "Why hasn't the director come yet?" ”

The specific deputy director didn't know: "It's going to be late today, Director Qi has something at home." ”

Yang Youlan came back from outside: "What's wrong with your uncle's house?" ”

Hong Duanduan has already changed into a costume, the cheongsam and jewelry were sent by Xu Tanxi in advance, today she is wearing dark purple, her hair is coiled low on the back of her neck, and there are two strands of broken hair on her sideburns, and the dark color suppresses the playfulness of her facial features, giving her a little more charm and style.

She sat in front of the vanity mirror, her chin propped up in both hands, listless: "Today is my aunt's sacrifice day." ”

Yang Youlan called, and she went outside to answer it.

"Hong Duanduan."

Jiang Xing came in.

Hong Duanduan raised his eyelids and glanced at him in the mirror: "I'm in a bad mood today, don't be angry with me." ”

Jiang Xing was dressed in army green, his hair was combed back to the back of his head, his forehead was exposed, and his facial features were very resistant.

has a very thoughtful face, but no matter how you look at it, she looks like a villain.

His tone was quite unpleasant: "How can I be angry with you often." ”

"You have."

Okay.

What do you say?

Jiang Xing pulled a chair over and placed it not far from Hong Duanduan, and he sat down.

Hong Duanduan turned his head to look at him: "What are you doing?" ”

"What are you doing?"

"What are you doing here?"

He was half-truthful, like a joke, and quite serious: "I'll accompany you." ”

Hong Duanduan felt that he was addicted to a fake boyfriend, and she was sober in the world: "I don't need you to accompany her." ”

He shrugged his shoulders with a happy expression, "You care about me." ”

"You-"

He sat up straight and leaned closer to her.

She froze.

He put the headphones on for her, pulled the chair in a little, he leaned back in the chair, and put the other one on: "Aren't you in a bad mood?" Be quiet. ”

She stammered, "Oh. ”

The headphones are playing a song, and it's a very soft love song.

Hong Duanduan has never heard it: "Whose song?" ”

"Mine." He said, "Not yet." ”

The lyrics are a bit ......

Hong Duanduan blinked, very curious: "Do you have a crush?" ”

His eyes met.

Jiang Xing immediately turned his face away, and hummed unnaturally, and he secretly gasped out of her sight.

And then......

No then.

Half a day later, Jiang Xing turned his head back, he didn't know whether he was anxious or angry, and his ears were a little red: "Why don't you ask who it is?" ”

Hong Duanduan had an expression of "it has nothing to do with me": "Why should I ask?" ”

“……”

It felt like I had swallowed a gun.

Jiang Xing turned up the sound of his mobile phone.

Hong Duanduan said: "It's too loud. ”

He continued to tune.

"Jiang Xing."

Hong Duan went to pull the headphones.

He held her hand, said a word, then gave it away, ripped off the headphones and left.

"Hey." Hong Duan plucked his ears, "What did you just say?" ”

Say I like you.

Jiang Xing turned around: "Idiot." ”

Hong Duanduan: "......"

Gassy!

Nine-forty, Red Hill Cemetery.

Xu Fang got up at seven o'clock in the morning, so sleepy that his eyes burst into tears, and he yawned: "Dad, whose cemetery is this?" ”

Xu Zhongqing was burning paper: "I don't know." ”

Because he wants to open a cemetery, Xu Fang rarely dresses properly and well-behaved: "We burn paper every year, and no one's cemetery knows, is it reasonable?" ”

Xu Zhongqing lit a handful of incense: "Your grandmother said that she owed it to someone." ”

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