"When is your birthday?" Ming Yuyan didn't answer the rhetorical question.

"November 3rd, what's wrong?"

"There's still a little more than a month, not long." The corners of his lips curled slightly, and he said slowly, "I'll give it to you when I wait for your birthday." ”

Bu Yanxi let out a long "ah", "So you just deliberately broke me away?" ”

"It's not."

He paused, and heard the regret that was inadvertently expressed in her words, "Want a gift? ”

"Huh? No. She immediately shook her head.

"That'...... Want my gift for you? ”

"Nope." Bu Yanxi shook her head into a rattle again, then thought for a while, and sincerely solved, "Is there a difference between these two questions?" ”

"Absolutely."

One simply wants a gift, and the other simply wants a gift from him.

The boy silently compared a sentence in his heart, but saw her blink suspiciously, her face full of curiosity, "What's the difference?" ”

This idiot.

He couldn't help but stretch out his index finger, then lightly tapped her forehead, "Think to yourself." ”

And then no matter how much she racked her brains to make a joke, he smiled shallowly and said nothing—

In a way, he liked to see her meditative, her cat-like eyes bewildered with smoke and naivety.

It's really ......

It's so cute.

"Hey, over there."

The two of them took the escalator to the second floor, and the girl next to them suddenly brightened up, pointed to a bright and romantic flower shop and said to him, "Let's go over and have a look." ”

It was a flower shop with a small exhibition hall, and a large sky full of stars surrounded the corridors on both sides, and you could vaguely see the colorful flower tables.

A dusty memory opens a hazy corner.

"That store ......"

Ming Yuyan blurted out, subconsciously feeling familiar.

"What's wrong with that store?"

Bu Yanxi smiled slightly and tilted her head to look at him.

"Nothing." He shook his head, "If you like it, let's go check it out." ”

The strangeness in his eyes made the smile on the girl's face widen.

He must have forgotten such a long memory.

The boy's hand gracefully brushes the beautiful starry sky, and the beautiful fingers contain the beauty of the aura of the spirit, with gentle strength.

Just like it was at the beginning.

She still remembers her distraction at that time, and all she thought about was: What would it be like to play the piano with such beautiful and agile hands?

So I really asked-

"Do you know how to play the piano?"

The boy next to him seemed a little careless, and it took a few seconds to understand her question, "Yes, what's wrong?" ”

He himself has a noble and contemptuous temperament, and he is even more indifferent when he thinks about his thoughts.

Indifferent.

Bu Yanxi suddenly felt that it was the most real character of this boy.

He seems to have always been like this, even when he is talking and laughing with people, there is a glint in his eyes, but he wanders away from all the noisy topics, and he has become indifferent and careless.

It was as if everything in this world was so light to him that it was impossible to guess what he wanted.

Strange to say, they hadn't known each other for a day or two, but she had never had such a strong feeling for a moment.

It is said that love can make people inexplicably melancholy, which is not false at all.

After a while, the boy who didn't hear the response turned his head strangely, and what he saw was Bu Yanxi's flickering and hesitant expression.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked, puzzled.

"Nope." Suddenly coming back to her senses, she lowered her eyes slightly, and looked at the starry sky in her hand with a complicated expression, "Just ask." ”