On the tarmac in front of the Mu Mansion, a helicopter landed in the night sky.

After the two figures got off the helicopter, they reached out to help Mu Feichi, who was injured in the back, get off the plane.

The housekeeper was already waiting at the door, and when he saw them coming, he hurriedly walked up and looked at the injured Mu Feichi with a worried face.

"Young Master, are you ...... Your hurt ......"

"I'm fine." Mu Feichi half-hugged his injured left arm, turned his head and asked in a deep voice, "Are the things you prepared ready?" ”

"All set!" The butler answered, and followed him with great difficulty: "But how can you hold on to your injuries like this, let the chef come!" ”

"That girl's birthday, what she gave her, I want to do it myself."

Li Zilan on the side glanced at the back of the faint gentleman and sighed slightly, "A man in love has no brains, you can watch from the side, housekeeper!" Let him toss it! If you don't fall a little worse, how can you play this bitter meat trick? ”

Feng Rui glanced at Li Zilan, "Can't you say a few cool words?" ”

"Our young marshal is here to save you from injury, he loves tossing so much, he has to make dumplings for that girl when he comes back overnight, what are you distressed about!"

"Alright, let's all go back!" Mu Feichi took off his coat on his shoulders and turned to go into the kitchen.

"If you want to worry about it, you should worry about the people who should be distressed at the foot of the mountain!"

Li Zilan sighed and pulled Feng Rui, who looked worried, out of the villa.

The chef looked at him tremblingly from the side, "Young master, I have already kneaded the dough and the filling is ready, you are injured, or I will come!" ”

"It's all said that you are watching from the sidelines, what so much nonsense!"

"......" The butler and the cook looked at each other, and could only stand on the side and watch.

Mu Feichi was shot in the shoulder during the mission, and although it was only a penetrating injury, it also made his entire left arm hurt so much that he didn't feel anything.

I rushed back overnight, just to celebrate that girl's birthday.

"Where's the silver coins? Is it sterilized? ”

"It's been sterilized, it's all here." The butler took out a few custom-made silver coins from the sterilizer and placed them in the bowl.

The chef couldn't look at it, and said nervously: "Young master, I'll roll out the dumpling skin, you can wrap it!" Hurry up like this, or it'll be past 12 o'clock. ”

Mu Feichi turned his head and looked at the clock in the restaurant, there was only an hour left, his left hand was not very flexible, and he really couldn't catch up if he didn't hurry up.

"Good!" Mu Feichi answered, took a silver coin and wrapped it in the dumpling.

After wrapping the dumplings, the housekeeper looked at him in the mud, "Young master, you better go up and take a bath, we cook it and put it in the insulated box, you can go down the mountain directly when you come down!" ”

Mu Feichi looked down at the dirty camouflage uniform on his body, nodded and turned around and walked out of the kitchen.

"Look at the dots, don't be confused!"

"Okay, I'll just watch from the sidelines!"

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At 11:30, Yun Xi looked at the alarm clock on the table, finished the last practice question in his hand, and packed up his textbook to rest.

As soon as I turned around, I heard movement from the window, and when I looked up, I saw a figure standing outside knocking on the glass window.

Through the gray window, she looked at the man standing outside and laughed inexplicably.

Opening the window, Mu Feichi turned over and entered the house.

It was still snowing outside, and he shook the snowflakes off his body, and put the thermos box he was carrying on the desk with his inflexible left hand.

"Aren't you coming back in a few days?"

Yun Xi looked at the slightly dusty man in front of him, but he didn't expect him to come back on his birthday.

"I'll be back when the mission is over!" He raised his hand and rubbed her head, his dark eyes lingering with crisp tenderness.

At this moment, in heaven and earth, there was only her in his eyes.

"Happy birthday, my little thing!"

The mellow voice was mixed with the cold breath of the winter solstice, low and deep, as deep as a cello, as if pouring out all the tenderness of this man.