When Gu Yuan was still trapped in his feelings and couldn't get out, Feng Gu Qiao's birthday was approaching day by day, he hurriedly put aside this more and more chaotic feelings, and hurriedly prepared a birthday gift for her.

Seventeen years old is not a big node, Feng Guqiao adheres to the principle of keeping a low profile, and he didn't even hold a banquet, but only invited some friends to the hotel, ate and drank, and finally ended up singing K with no novelty.

The evening was close to midnight, and the weather in November in the north was already very cold, Feng Gu Qiao was wearing a thick sweatshirt and a woolen hat, smiling like a flower and waving goodbye to the last group of people to leave.

Gu Yuan stood not far away, hesitated but walked over, and called softly: "Gu Qiao." ”

Feng Gu Qiao still had a smile on his face, and when he looked back, he saw that it was Gu Yuan who smiled even more happily: "Gu Yuan, where is your cat?" I thought you would go home first without saying hello. ”

Feng Gu Qiao smiled and suddenly remembered that she didn't seem to see Gu Yuan's gift, she smiled and spread her hands with Gu Yuan: "My gift?" ”

After settling the account and coming out of the clubhouse, I saw Feng Gu Qiao and Gu Yuan standing opposite each other from a distance, a man and a woman, one tall and one short, the dim lights on the street sprinkled down, pulling the shadows of the two of them on the ground.

From such a distance, he could still see how happy Feng Gu Qiao was smiling at the moment.

Suddenly, he felt a little tightness in his chest.

Gu Yuan squeezed the hand of the gift box tightly, looked at Feng Gu Qiao expressionlessly, the corners of his lips grinned stiffly, Feng Gu Qiao thought that he was frozen outside in the middle of the night, complained and took off the scarf and handed it to him, and then couldn't help but laugh: "It's about to be winter, and I still wear so little, my face is frozen, and laughing is more ugly than crying." ”

When the words fell, he looked down and saw the royal blue delicate small gift box that Gu Yuan took out from his pocket, and Feng Gu Qiao's eyes suddenly bent.

Gu Yuan's red fingers pinched the gift box, broke open Gu Qiao's palm, and almost forced it into her hand, "Happy birthday." ”

"What?" Feng Gu Qiao was about to open the gift box as she spoke, Gu Yuan hurriedly covered her hand and muttered, "How can anyone open a gift in front of someone." ”

"It's a lot." Feng Gu Qiao pretended to be dissatisfied and complained, but he put down the hand that opened the gift box, and put the small gift box into his pocket, "Thank you, Gu Yuan." ”

"Gu Qiao, I ......" He hesitated for a while and said in a low voice, only halfway through speaking, Yu Guang suddenly aimed at a familiar approaching figure, his back stiffened, and he hurriedly said: "Gu Qiao, happy birthday!" ”

“？？？” Feng Gu Qiao looked at him puzzled, always feeling that what he was going to say was not this, and before she could ask him, "An An......"

Not far away, Wu Yanjue's cold and pleasant voice came, Feng Gu Qiao hurriedly looked for the source of the sound and turned around, and smiled big the moment he saw Wu Yanjue: "Wu Yanjue!" ”

Gu Qiao's eyes drooped, looking at the way her eyes were shining when she saw Wu Yanjue, and the sour feeling that wanted to make people's eyes red suddenly came up in his heart, he took a deep breath, then raised a smile, and said to Wu Yanjue who came over: "Cousin." ”

"Hmm." Wu Yanjue responded lightly, his eyes fell on Feng Guqiao, and he raised his finger to touch her somewhat red cheeks, "Is it cold?" ”

Feng Gu Qiao's breath was involuntarily held from the moment he raised his hand to touch her cheek, and when he heard him ask, he looked at him in a daze, forgetting to even blink.

This scene pierced into his eyes, Gu Yuan lowered his head suddenly, his thin lips pursed tightly and whited, and he said in a low voice: "I'll go back first." ”

After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave, but a voice behind him stopped him, "Wait-"

Gu Yuan's body froze, slowly turned his head, looked at Wu Yanjue's eyes mixed with wind and snow, and smiled calmly: "What's the matter, cousin?" ”

"Give her back the scarf."