Is this a big accident or a big surprise during the winter vacation?

When Zhuang Zhou opened the door and saw the person standing at the door, he was struggling to choose the answer.

The people who came turned out to be full of flowers. She also carried a large birthday cake in her hand.

"Good morning." Said with a smile like a flower.

"Good morning." Zhuang Zhou also responded very gentlemanly. He was surprised, but he didn't show a particularly offensive expression. Today is Shen Qingjia's birthday, and it is natural that the flowers will appear. Zhuang Zhou thought so, but he didn't expect that she would come to Dijingyuan first. It seems that the previous beating of Song Fusheng was in vain, and today is indeed not the right day.

"What? What are you doing in my way? Don't you want me to go into the house? I was dressed warmly, but the wind was blowing on my face. "Hua Bijin is still smiling and polite.

"I'm sorry. I was rude. Come on in, Miss Flower. Have you had breakfast? Would you like to have a bite to eat? Zhuang Zhou took a few steps back, stood beside him, and respectfully greeted Hua Rujin in.

"Such a big gift? Zhuang Zhou, you are really fascinating. Hua Bijin said jokingly. The moment he said this, Hua Bijin had already handed over the cake in his hand to Zhuang Zhou.

"......" Zhuang Zhou smiled helplessly, closed the door, and followed Hua Rujin into the hall.

Fusheng would have been more surprised than I was. Zhuang Zhou thought so. Although it was very serious, Zhuang Zhou thought that it would be interesting today. He's a guy who always likes to watch the excitement. Oh no, it's a good show. It's all the same anyway.

Zhuang Zhou just likes to watch the fire from the other side.

Song Fusheng was feeling strange - Zhuang Zhou had been there for so long when he opened the door? When he turned around, he saw the flowers. Zhuang Zhou spread his hands behind the flowers, saying that it was really an unexpected surprise. "You're here." Song Fusheng's face did not show the kind of shocked look that Zhuang Zhou expected. Song Fusheng is very calm and calm.

That's right, too.

Song Fusheng has always been very calm. Calm is his attitude when encountering problems. Zhuang Zhou almost guessed Song Fusheng as an ordinary person.

"yes, I'm here. Are you welcome or not? Hua Bijin said to him seriously. There is no smile on his face, presumably to adjust his mood according to this answer.

"Do you want me to give you a round of applause? Is that so? Song Fusheng didn't smile either, just clapped his hands. It's like clapping collectively at a performance at school.

“…… Forget it, just looking at your poker face, I feel that you don't care. It doesn't matter if you come anyway, I don't care if I come or not. ”

"I'm not wrong." Hua Bijin said. She wouldn't bother with him. Before coming to Dijingyuan, she had hinted at herself countless times. This party must not be ruined. The big husband can bend and stretch. The little woman can bend and stretch just as well. She must hold back her temper and must not lose her temper. If you hadn't set off for Lianhuadu and made everyone unhappy at Song Fusheng's house first, then everything would have come to an abrupt end.

"I don't care. You can't come, and it's nothing. It's none of my business. "Song Fusheng really doesn't have the heart to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade at all.

In addition to treating Shen Qingjia, he was also a little hesitant.

Song Fusheng was very unfriendly to all girls except Shen Qingjia. This is the feeling of the onlooker.

“…… So I'm not angry. Hua Bijin smiled with a difficult smile.

"It's up to you whether you're angry or not." Song Fusheng also said.

Zhuang Zhou's attitude towards Song Fusheng is very incomprehensible, in fact, if he casually says something relaxed, the atmosphere will not be so embarrassing, and even tense. Song Fusheng is really reserved and insistent on himself. This person just has an awkward personality. It's like the eldest sister in the class, Yun Jiaoran, said. Without the slightest error.

You must not be angry, you must be patient.

You must not be angry, you must be patient.

Don't get angry now, smile, smile. Smile slightly.

After countless positive psychological cues. Hua Rujin finally put on an impeccable polite smile. "It's okay, Song Fusheng, I know you always have to get along with me. It's okay, I don't bother with you. Aren't you going to go to Lotus Ferry today? Take me with you. I've bought all the cakes. Hua Bijin pointed to the cake on the table.

Then the doorbell rang again.

"This time it's definitely from the cake shop." Zhuang Zhou said to Song Fusheng. Then he went out again.

"Have you had breakfast?" Song Fusheng asked.

"Huh? Do I remember now that I had breakfast? "Hua Bijin has not yet come out of the anger just now. Who knew that Song Fusheng had changed the subject. And it was a direction she didn't expect at all. Is he caring about her?

"Looks like you ate it." Song Fusheng didn't plan to talk much.

"That's right. You guessed it, I ate I ate. Hua Yijin gave Song Fusheng a roll of his eyes, and said angrily.

Thinking about it now, Zhuang Zhou's question at that time was more humble and gentlemanly. Ay~

"Grab the cake and go." Song Fusheng said.

"Do you want to go to Lotus this year? Didn't you always mail her postcards before? "Hua Yijin doesn't remember when Song Fusheng was so active. Song Fusheng has rarely returned to Lianhuadu since he moved, and his grandfather has passed away. He didn't seem to have any particular reason to go back to his home over there.

This time it turned out to be so positive. It's really-

I don't want to think about it. She wasn't in a very good mood today, and she didn't want it to get worse until the task was completed.

"There's no reason for it. If you have to say it, if you are free during the winter vacation, you will go straight to it. Song Fusheng said.

"Floating. The cake was brought and you ordered flowers. Such a big bouquet of ......" Zhuang Zhou did not hold the cake in his hand. The cake was placed on the table in the hallway. He was now holding a large bouquet of pink roses, which must have been in the hundreds.

"You buy eternal flowers, so I have to buy flowers. Shen Qingjia likes pink. Song Fusheng's face was in a state of calm shock.

“…… This argument is completely irrefutable. Zhuang Zhou carefully put down the flowers.

"The car was already waiting outside. We can go now. Song Fusheng didn't want to get entangled in this matter anymore. So he got up and prepared to go out.

"......" is like a broth, and now I don't know what to say. She didn't expect Song Fusheng to be so careful at all. He also knew that Shen Qingjia liked pink roses. Hua Yijin remembers that she didn't receive so many flowers on her birthday. In my impression, Song Fusheng gave him the most roses, a bouquet of ninety-nine, and at most that much. But now, this bouquet of flowers in front of me is conservatively estimated to be two hundred. Song Fusheng's eccentricity is too biased.

"Aren't you leaving?" Zhuang Zhou carried a flowery cake and kindly reminded her that Song Fusheng had gone away.

"I'm not leaving, I'll keep you at home." Hua Rujin scolded Zhuang Zhou angrily. "What other gifts did you prepare for Shen Qingjia?" Although he asked Zhuang Zhou like this, Hua Bijin had a hopeful answer in his heart. She hoped to hear Zhuang Zhou say that was all, nothing more. It's just a birthday.

She really wanted to hear Zhuang Zhou tell her that.

It's just a pity that Zhuang Zhou didn't say that.

Zhuang walked around and said, "You will know when you look at the trunk." Floating life prepared a whole bunch. I can't even name it. To put it simply, it is the clothes, shoes, bags, cosmetics that you girls like, and the collection of paintings by famous painters that Shen Qingjia likes. That's all there should be. I don't know. ”

...... "Song Fusheng, what are you doing?" He'd never done this to her, huh? Hua Bijin's face was a little embarrassed, but she tried her best not to show her displeasure. To be an elegant lady, to be an elegant lady.

Hua Bijin reminded herself not to lose face.

"What's wrong?" Zhuang Zhou suddenly asked again.

"Not really. I'm just asking. Because it can be seen that Song Fusheng has put a lot of thought into it this time. Hua Bijin said with a smile.

"Of course, a good friend's birthday has to be grandly prepared." Zhuang Zhou pretended that he didn't understand the routine. He didn't intend for a conflict between the few of them right now. If he could, Zhuang Zhou sincerely hoped that the few of them would not be unhappy because of emotional matters for the rest of their lives. After all, they are all very good friends.

"That's right. When you say that, it makes me feel cold. Hua Bijin said.

Although Zhuang Zhou's answer is not 100% like a flower, it is much better than just now.

"No, it won't. I don't think Shen Qingjia is such a realistic and materialistic person. As long as you go, she will definitely be happier than she is to receive any gifts. Aren't you her best friend? Zhuang Zhou said.

Before they knew it, the two of them had come to the side of the car.

Song Fusheng had been waiting for the two of them here for a long time.

Song Fusheng sat in the co-pilot's seat. So it was logical that Zhuang Zhou and Hua Bijin could only sit in the back together.

Cake Zhuang Zhou put it in the untrunk.

Originally, I wanted to put it myself. By the way, there's something in the trunk. But she thought about it a lot, worried that Zhuang Zhou would see her careful thoughts. This is very passive. So when Zhuang Zhou went to put the cake, she didn't follow, but got into the car by herself. Song Fusheng didn't look back at her. The driver was also not someone she knew, so Hua Bijin did not say hello.

When Zhuang Zhou came up, Song Fusheng's mobile phone just rang. Song Fusheng quickly answered.

- I'm not home today. Come back another day.

The dialogue between the two sides was succinct. Hua Yijin only heard this sentence. Then the phone hung up.

"Who is it? Could it be your dad? "I can only think of Uncle Song.

"My mom." Song Fusheng replied expressionlessly.

"Oh." Anyway, every time I encounter Song Fusheng's cold attitude. I don't know whether to continue or shut up. It would be best for her to stop asking, but her temper was not like that. But it's still the big picture. Shen Qingjia decided not to care about it.

Ahh

Hua Bijin suddenly remembered an important thing - today is Shen Qingjia's birthday, but she hasn't called her yet, and she hasn't sent text messages.

Hua Nijin quickly took out her phone from her bag.

She remembered a lot of things. Birthday. It's the same every year. Shen Qingjia would send a text message to himself at 0:00. Very simple words of blessing - like brocade, happy birthday!

Without too many words, it's the same every year. At that time, it wasn't that there was no mobile phone, and she seemed to have learned how to send messages on a landline. At that time, everyone was in touch so quietly. Now I can't imagine that people at that time had such wisdom. Thinking about it, the flowery face couldn't help but show a happy smile. It's sincere, from the heart.

Zhuang Zhou saw it. But he didn't disturb her musings.

Hua Bijin edited a long text message-

Qingjia. Today is your birthday, I wish you a happy birthday, a happy day, and a dream come true. My blessing came a little late, but you wouldn't mind, would you? You've always been very understanding, and it's nice to get to know you. Happy birthday to you again!

But this long message didn't get a chance to be sent. Because when Hua Bijin checked and read again, she still felt that it was very inappropriate. She had never said so many things to Shen Qingjia, in text messages. It's not her style. Hua Yijin deleted it without hesitation, she thought about it. Replaced with-

Qingjia. Happy birthday. I'm on my way to your house now, with Song Fusheng and them. and so on.

Edited. She immediately pressed send.

The SMS message was sent successfully.

*

Nine o'clock sharp.

The Shen family was in a festive atmosphere today. It's just a birthday. Shen Qingjia looked at her parents, mother, and brother being so emotional, she was a little incomprehensible. Even if Song Fusheng and Hua Yijin will come to the house, they don't have to be so happy. This unrestrained smile is comparable to the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner on New Year's Day.

"I think they'll be there in forty minutes." Mom looked at the time on the wall and said excitedly and expectantly. Thankfully, I cooked one more person's meal. Constant temperature thought to himself. She didn't know that the flowers were coming. But the rice should be cooked in sufficient amounts, which is the usual style when her family comes to guests. Many people cook less at home because they don't know the amount of food they have for guests, but Shen Qingjia's family will not. The white rice at home has always been more than enough – several times a neighbor has come to borrow it.

Not having enough to eat is a painful and terrible thing. Thermostat thinks so.

"Hmm. Then I'll go to the field first, and I'll come up as soon as they come. Shen Chi said. He was still dressed in a workman's clothes, wearing shabby clothes and carrying a hoe to the fields.

"Sister. I'll go watch TV for a while. Brother Fusheng and Sister Rujin are here, you remember to call me. "Shen Zhishi didn't have the patience to wait here.

The constant temperature has already done all the preparation in the kitchen, just wait for them to arrive, and then wait for the meal to start stir-frying. "I'll go to the kitchen again." There's nothing to check, but it's a good day, and she's going to make sure everything is right for her.