When the car drove into the Yunding Palace, the rain had not stopped, falling on the green plants in the yard, the sound of rustling, and the natural white noise.

The car door opened, and Shen Jianian came down with the cake.

Fu Jichen got out of the car from the other side, holding the flowers that Shen Jianian gave him.

After passing by the living room, Fu Jichen handed over the flowers to Cheng Jin and told her to find a vase to raise and send to the bedroom on the third floor. After walking a few steps, Fu Jichen seemed to suddenly remember something, his footsteps stopped, and he turned back to explain to Cheng Jin: "Put it downstairs first, and then send it up tomorrow morning." ”

This means don't go up and disturb them next.

I don't know if Aunt Cheng understood the meaning of Fu Jichen's words, anyway, Shen Jianian understood, and she was embarrassed to see what Aunt Cheng's expression was now, so she lowered her eyes and took the lead in the elevator.

Back in the bedroom, Shen Jianian put the cake on the table, took off his coat, recombed the hair that was about to fall out, and tied a low ponytail casually.

"Give me the lighter." Shen Jianian stretched out a hand towards Fu Jichen.

"In the pocket of your pants." Fu Jichen untied his tie with both hands and motioned for her to take it herself.

Shen Jianian's hand reached into the pocket of his trousers, only touched the mobile phone, changed to the other side, and found the lighter. She opened the box of the cake, and inside was chocolate mousse, not very large, with strawberries, mangoes, and kiwi on top.

She took out two digital candles from the paper bag and inserted them in the cake, looking a little excited, happier than her own birthday.

Fu Jichen was wearing a shirt alone, the tie was untied and thrown aside, the buttons on the neckline were loosened and slightly open, the delicate collarbone was half hidden and half visible, and his eyebrows and eyes were watching Shen Jianian's every move with a smile.

Shen Jiannian was fiddling with the lighter with his head down, tried several times but didn't ignite, twisted his neck and asked Fu Jichen for help: "It won't run out of gas, right?" ”

Fu Jichen sighed lightly, leaning close to her, surrounding her from behind, holding her hand with one hand, and teaching her how to slide the grinding wheel on the lighter.

"Like this, a little bit of effort, you know?" Fu Jichen's voice was in her ears, low and warm, "Slide slowly and gently like you just now, and you won't catch fire a hundred times." ”

Shen Jianian said "oh".

As her words fell, a cluster of pale blue flames burst out from the lighter, which was lit on the lead of the candle. Shen Jianian shook her hand, the flame was extinguished, she closed the metal lid, threw it on the table, withdrew from Fu Jichen's arms, and turned off the light in the bedroom.

It was raining outside the window, there was no moon or stars, and only the warm candle flame flickered inside.

"Wait a minute." Shen Jia Nianjiao ran around with his slippers and kept busy, took out a crown made of cardboard shell from the bag, buckled the connection place, held it high, put it on the top of Fu Jichen's head, and clapped his hands together, "That's perfect." ”

Fu Jichen's eyebrows furrowed, the expression on his face was extremely awkward, his hand was raised, and he touched the crown on his head, but before he could take it off, he was stopped by Shen Jianian loudly: "Don't take it off." ”

"I didn't wear it when I was six years old." Fu Jichen tilted his head slightly to look at her, with a deep helplessness in his eyes.

Shen Jianian couldn't help but smile and said, "It's just right, help you get back to basics." ”

"Back to basics?"

"Hmm." Shen Jianian still couldn't hold back, the corners of his mouth rose, and he laughed, "Okay, hurry up and make a wish to blow out the candle, otherwise the candle will burn out." ”

Fu Jichen looked at the flickering candle flame and her in the candle flame, both moved and a little headache, and did not take the next step for a long time.

Shen Jianian simply stood on tiptoe and covered his eyes with his hands: "Okay, you can make a wish." ”

Fu Jichen saw that he couldn't hide, thought seriously for a while, and silently made a wish in his heart: I hope that he and Shen Jiannian can grow old together, and be together forever in the next life, the next life, and forever.

"It's over." Fu Jichen spoke up, signaling that she could let go.

Shen Jianian took his hand and didn't ask him what he wanted, only urged him: "Blow out the candle." ”

It's all done this far, and there is no reason to twist it, Fu Jichen lowered his head like a stream, blew out the two burning pink candles, quickly took off the crown on his head, and put it on Shen Jiannian's head with a vengeance.

Shen Jianian was not afraid of embarrassment, and smiled at him with the crown.

No matter how many years have passed, Fu Jichen thinks that he should not forget this special birthday.

Like a childish child, he wears a paper crown, is blindfolded and urged to make a wish, and then blows out the candles. The girl who blindfolded him told him, "The ritual is complete, and your wish will come true." ”

She didn't ask, and he didn't say what his wish was, but she said that his wish would come true, that he felt satisfied, and that they would be together forever.

It was pitch black in the bedroom, Shen Jianian stretched out her hands and fumbled to turn on the light, but Fu Jichen stopped her movements: "You sit still, I'll turn on the light." ”

Shen Jianian sat back obediently, touched the lighter on the table that she had just put down casually, opened the lid, slid the grinding wheel, and wiped out a cluster of flames to illuminate Fu Jichen.

Fu Jichen was facing away from her, sensing her intentions, his lips hooked slightly, and he walked to the wall with this light and pressed the switch.

The room was filled with lights for a moment, and it was bright.

Shen Jianian picked up the plastic knife, cut out a piece of cake and put it in a white porcelain dish, pushed it to the opposite side, and said to Fu Jichen, who came over: "I explained in advance, don't make it too sweet, you taste it." ”

As she spoke, she was about to cut a piece for herself, Fu Jichen looked at the piece of cake on the plate, he definitely couldn't finish it: "It's enough for us to eat a piece separately." ”

"Huh?" Shen Jianian paused to cut the cake and raised his eyes to look at him.

"It's too big."

Shen Jianian glanced at it, as if it was indeed cut a little big, so he packed up the rest of the cake, put it in the refrigerator, and ate the same cake as Fu Jichen.

She dug out a spoonful and fed it to him first, and when she saw him open his mouth to eat, she stared at his slightly pursed mouth and asked, "Does it taste okay?" ”

As she says, the cake is very low in sweetness, rich in chocolate, and can be tasted bitter, mixed with cherries mixed with rum. Fu Jichen raised his eyebrows and replied, "It's okay." ”

Shen Jianian dug a spoonful and tasted it himself, and was instantly captured by his taste buds, and his eyebrows were raised: "It's not in vain that I picked it for so long, it's really delicious." ”

Fu Jichen smiled.

A piece of cake gradually disappeared in your mouthful, and the last bite of cake was scooped up by Shen Jianian and fed to Fu Jichen. He hesitated, opened his mouth to eat, but in the next second, he pulled her wrist into his arms and kissed her on the lips.

Both of them had a slightly sweet and slightly bitter taste of chocolate in their mouths, and they couldn't tell each other apart.

Shen Jianian's already slightly drunk brain, after a kiss, was completely dizzy, the hand that was climbing his shoulder was soft, and slowly, the whole person became a puddle of water, leaning on his chest.

The place of the kiss shifted to the sofa, Fu Jichen's breathing became heavier and heavier, calling her name from time to time, Jia Nian, wife, baby, in turn.

Shen Jianian didn't know what he told himself to do, so he answered, sounding like a moan......

Fu Jichen suddenly leaned into her ear and said something, Shen Jianian's chaotic brain suddenly sobered up, looked at him with a red face, and was stunned for a few seconds before he realized that he had just asked her where the red long gauze dress was.

Sure enough, she knew that the sentence he told her in the theater, "Keep the clothes, take them back to wear" had a deep meaning.

“…… In the bag," Shen Jiannian heard himself answer him honestly.

She was spoiled by him, and she actually told him.

Fu Jichen left for a while, and when he came back, he held her bag in his hand, pulled out the red gauze skirt that she casually stuffed into a ball, and asked her what she meant: "Do you want to change it?" ”

*

When following the members of the team to board the plane, Shen Jiannian was still worried about what Aunt Cheng would think about the pile of red rags in the bedroom when she saw it.

She covered her eyes in remorse, thinking that she should find a plastic bag and throw it out secretly......

Shen Jianian sighed secretly, put on an eye mask and prepared to sleep, however, thinking about this in her heart, she couldn't sleep.

"Jia Nian, are you not feeling well?"

It was Wen Ran who was talking in the seat next to her, who was also the cellist in the band, and when she saw Shen Jianian moving around, she thought she was unwell.

Shen Jianian pulled down the blindfold and smiled at her: "No, I can't sleep, I'm a little irritable." ”

Wen Ran handed her a wireless earphone in her hand: "Do you want to watch a drama?" I downloaded the whole one, and I just finished airing the show recently, and it's very good. ”

Shen Jianian waved his hand and refused: "No, thank you." ”

Wen Ran didn't ask her again, stuffed the headphones back into her ears, and continued to chase the drama.

Shen Jianian pulled on the blindfold, thought about it for a while, and fell asleep at some point.

Yu Guang noticed that Shen Jiannian didn't move anymore, as if she had fallen asleep, Wen Ran's eyes moved away from the tablet and looked at Shen Jianian's face, she wore an eye patch, only revealing the lower half of her face, her pink lips were slightly pursed, and her chin was small and delicate.

The symphony orchestra they are in is a single pipe, more than 30 people, three of them play the cello, she and another boy have been in the company for more than four years, Shen Jianian has become the principal as soon as she comes, and the people in their string instrument group are the only ones who look at her, obviously she is not very old.

The manager should have taken a fancy to Shen Jianian's family background, after all, she is the wife of the president of Junshan, how could she not give her face.

Even if Wen Ran is not convinced, there is no way to take Shen Jianian, a little person like her, she still expects this job to support her family, how can she compare with Shen Jianian, who is pampered.