Chapter 8: Gifts
Zhou Zimeng smiled, took out a beautiful gift box from behind him and handed it to her: "Happy birthday." ”
"What......" Xiao Yuchen was stunned.
"At this time, you should say thank you," Zhou Zimeng smiled a little helplessly, "I read your information when I helped you change classes, and I remember that today is your birthday." ”
"Thank you." She said gratefully that no one had ever remembered her birthday, not even herself. In fact, she really hopes that she can forget, so that she will not have the pain of being abandoned on her birthday.
"Say thank you now, what do you want to say when you open the gift," Zhou Zimeng smiled and put the box in her hand, "Let's see if you like it." ”
"I like it." Xiao Yuchen nodded seriously, even if it was a pencil or even a rag inside, she would regard it as a treasure, because this was her first birthday gift in her life, and it was also the first time she had heard someone say happy birthday to her.
And this person is her favorite Zhou Zimeng.
In fact, the encounter with Zhou Zimeng was already the most beautiful gift given to her by God.
She opened the box expectantly, only to see its contents widening in disbelief.
Inside the box, a pink rabbit with a mutilated tail sits quietly, her furry three-petal mouth smiling warmly.
"Why ......?" she muttered, reaching out to touch the soft fluff on its ears, but she didn't dare to touch it, as if afraid that the slightest touch would shatter the beautiful dream.
"Well, I feel like you're going to like something like this," Zhou Zimeng touched his nose embarrassedly, "In the afternoon, you left without even saying hello, I had to come to you at night, but no one in your house was there, I was too cold to wait here, I didn't expect you to run in in a panic." Why are those people chasing you...... Don't cry. Finding that Xiao Yuchen's face was covered with tears again, he suddenly became at a loss.
"Thank you, thank you......" Xiao Yuchen kept repeating these two words, and his tears became more and more fierce. She was suddenly so grateful to herself who braved the cold wind and walked back with such a dead face, otherwise she would not have met Zhou Zimeng here, and she would not have known that there was such pure and real warmth in the world.
However, in the next second, the warm atmosphere was broken again by the roar outside the snail house.
"Get out of here!"