delicate flowers and weeds

Chapter 70 Birthday

The life in the third year of high school is obviously a little heavier and more depressing than before. It seems that they are forced to grow up and learn to break through themselves after only one short summer vacation.And the mainstream of this period is countless tests and endless papers.

Even someone as outstanding as Tanghua Feicao is swept forward by the tide of pressure.

The young master carries the recorder with him and keeps it on all day long. At night, he will review the knowledge he learned during the day. If there is any doubt, he will go back and listen to it again.

During the day, Fei Cao is double-minded. Thanks to his photographic skills, he also has the mind to help his boyfriend bind a booklet, which outlines the theoretical knowledge of the coursework, which is reasonable and reasonable, and covers all aspects.At night, he and Tang Hua played the video, and each of them lit a yellow light. He was typing on the keyboard seriously on the table, his eyes and mind were about the present and future of the economy.

After the third year of high school, Zhou Rong transferred to a special specialty class. Tang Hua wanted to chat with Zhou Rong once, but the courses in the cultural class and the specialty class were far from each other. Many times, one side just finished class, and the other side was still training on the basketball court. ; And after the training over there, here is a small test or a lecture.

And for some reason, Tang Hua always felt that Zhou Rong avoided Class 1 like a beast. These two classes were on the first floor, and there was a common corridor. He had seen Zhou Rong run fast when he passed by many times. Only a wind-like black shadow remained.

Is his relationship with Fei Cao so unacceptable?

Whenever Tang Hua thinks of this place, she feels a little uncomfortable.

He and Fei Cao fell in love with each other. Fate tied them together many years ago. Human life is long and short. How lucky are they to meet again at the best age?

Tang Hua cherishes this relationship very much, and has a feeling of "once in the sea". He faintly feels that although he is only in high school and underage, the flower of love is over.He will never meet someone like Fei Cao again, and even if he does, he will be moved no matter how difficult it is.

But such a good relationship is limited by the current era. Their gender, age, and family background are all the focus of others' criticism.

And soon he couldn't care about these, because his boyfriend's birthday was coming.

Birth of Fei Cao is a farewell to death. When he was a child, Teacher Fei would cook a bowl of longevity noodles for him, and would take a detour to buy a bunch of yellow or white chrysanthemums to keep at home. The overall atmosphere is not depressing, but it is not festive above.

This child was precocious and talented, and he found out that he was different from the other children early in the morning, but he kept silent and was very quiet when eating noodles, except that he occasionally stared at the chrysanthemums on the windowsill in a daze.

Teacher Fei was very concerned about the child's mental health. When he was a little older, he took him to a flower shop and asked him to choose a bouquet of chrysanthemums and put them in a glass bottle. Then he spoke earnestly, gently and kindly: "From now on, we, Xiaocao'er, will choose the flowers ourselves, shall we?"

Xiaofeicao's pupils were black and white, full of confusion: "Why?"

Teacher Fei put his hand on his, and conveyed the truth of the world bit by bit with a warm tone: "Because I am grateful...she gave you life, and she is still a child...Xiao Cao'er, no matter what happens, you Thanks to her."

In the twilight, Teacher Fei was busy in the kitchen. She wanted to roll the noodles by herself and make a bowl of longevity noodles by herself. Xiao Feicao stood on the window sill and said softly to Hua Siren, "Thank you. "

A little later, Teacher Fei passed away, and he has no belonging in the world. There are too many children in the orphanage, each with their own stories. The number of nurses and teachers is limited, and their energy is even more limited. No one will pay special attention to this child’s birthday. When is it and what gift do you want.

Responsibilities are diluted by hundreds of denominators, and the amount of attention that can be given to a child is too limited, and even if it is given, it does not equate to love.What's more, Xiao Feicao was the least likable one in the courtyard at that time.

That bowl of tender longevity noodles has become history.

It was at that time that Fei Cao felt that the so-called birthday was nothing more than the ordinary 24 hours in life.It will not pass quickly, nor will it pass slowly. Only those who love you will give this day an extraordinary color.

So, without Teacher Fei, he never celebrated his birthday again.

Even in the history that Chen Yunjiao learned thousands of years later, there are different opinions on the birth date of this business overlord, and there is no consensus.Chen Yunjiao didn't pay attention to it and didn't delve into the meaning behind it. In her novels: the two words involving birthday are all hers.Either the suitor gave him some birthday present, or after he and Feicao had a positive result, every year his birthday would be extravagant and extravagant, rich and luxurious, and even the degree of extravagance would be recorded in the annals of history.

Tang Hua: ...

I'm tired of saying the word "stupid".real.

Knowing Fei Cao's birthday was completely accidental. At that time, Mother Tang was sitting downstairs talking on the phone with Uncle Fang, and talked about the Fang family's cemetery.

The times are developing too fast. When Uncle Fang was young, burial was still popular. Since his grandfather's time, the Fang family has been actively preparing for the construction of the ancestral tomb, and chose a geomantic land.But now cremation is rampant, and even Fang Jialin's body is cremated, so such a large area becomes a problem.It covers a large area and has a good geographical location. Many people have proposed this land over the years, but they were all cleverly stopped by Tang father.

When he returned to China this time, Mr. Fang also had the idea of ​​moving his grave and land.

When Tang Mu talked about the past, she was prone to weeping and crying: "Counting it all together, it's almost the anniversary of Jialin's child's death..."

Death day?

Isn't Fang Jialin's death day also his boyfriend's birthday?

Tang Huaben was sorting out his old high school books in the small study on the first floor. The few words of Tang's mother talking outside were scraped through the crack of the door. The book in his hand fell on the floor, and he had no time to pick it up.

Mother Tang continued: "Yes, there is still half a month... Big brother, don't be too sad, if you need help with anything, just tell us, the relationship between our two families is here..."

The rest of Tang Hua was not in the mood to listen anymore, his mind was full of "half a month and half a month, Fei Cao's birthday is a birthday", and then dozens of plans for birthday parties and birthdays flashed in his mind in the next second. Optional gift.

He is the youngest child of the Tang family. He was born with a golden spoon in his mouth. His brother and sister are a round older than him. Since he was a child, his birthday party was grand and colorful, with many guests and piles of gifts.

Tang Xing even made fun of him: "If this continues, I will have to ask my parents to buy you a house, do nothing but put your gifts."

That is to say, the eldest lady never hesitated when shopping, and contributed a lot to the birthday presents that can be piled up.

His birthday party has always been carefully prepared and planned by others, and this is the first time that the young master wants to celebrate someone else's birthday.

For no reason, just because of your existence, I am looking forward to it, and I am also very happy.

These joys were diluted in the evening.

Tang Hua was sitting at the desk at that time, writing like a god, and wrote one after another in the notebook. The top line was "Concepts about Boyfriend's Birthday".

When he wrote things and I forgot each other, there was a light knock on the door.

The servant's voice came: "Young master, my wife said that your friend is here and asked you to go downstairs."

friend?Tang Hua's first reaction was Fei Cao.

Then immediately vetoed, his complexion was white, his brows were tightly wrinkled, and a name came to mind.

Jiang Mingyuan?

What does he come to do?

After the Fei Cao scholarship incident, Jiang Mingyuan went to find Xu Duanhong once, and then disappeared in Nancheng as if the world had evaporated.

If it weren't for receiving some ambiguous text messages from time to time, Tang Hua would really feel that this person finally knows how far he has gone.

Tang Hua once beat up Mr. Tang of his own family, and learned from his brother that there seemed to be something wrong with the Jiang family's family, so the young master of the direct line ran to deal with it, and the return date was uncertain.

At that time, Tang Jing was still a little strange: "Little Hua'er, I remember Mom said that this is one of your few friends, but you are always perfunctory to him, maybe I feel wrong, in fact, my brother is a cold-faced and warm-hearted , do you really regard Jiang Mingyuan as a friend?"

Tang Hua retorted on the spot: "How is it possible?"

There were three "bah bah bah" in his heart, unless he was blind, how could he have something to do with Jiang Mingyuan's radical change?

When Tang Hua went downstairs, Jiang Mingyuan was sitting on the sofa, dressed in casual clothes, and was greeting Tang's mother like a dog. Just looking at his appearance, he could indeed be called extravagant, and Tang Hua was still sharp-eyed. Seeing that there were two servant girls gathered in the kitchen, their eyes were almost glued to Jiang Mingyuan.

Calm down, sister.

You can see that this person looks like a human being, but he is actually a big change!

Tang Hua went downstairs and said hello first: "Mom."

Then he turned his head towards Jiang Mingyuan, trying to suppress his impatience: "Why are you here?"

He was so obviously aggrieved, yet he still wanted to come out to meet guests, and Jiang Mingyuan's appearance of maintaining etiquette made Jiang Mingyuan feel like a prairie fire in his heart, and he loved him so much that he wished to kill him on the spot.

The corners of Tang's mother's eyes were bent: "Ming Yuan, this child, came to our house as soon as he returned to Nancheng, Xiao Hua'er, how much he thinks of you... But our little Hua'er also ran to his brother without news of you. I’ve been grinding there for a long time, and asked round the corner.”

Tang Hua's eyes widened, and she looked at Tang Mu who had "sold herself out" in disbelief.

Mom, you are really my real mother!

What are you talking about?

Sure enough, Jiang Mingyuan squinted his eyes. His eye sockets were deep, and when he was not smiling, he gave off a very sharp feeling, but this kind of half-smiling and half-smiling appearance made Tang Hua the most creepy!

Tang Hua was about to run subconsciously, but Jiang Mingyuan pulled him over and pressed his shoulders. The two brothers seemed to hug him, and ate the tofu without a moment's delay: "I didn't even know that Xiao Hua cared about me so much?"

He let out a breath, pressed Tang Hua and whispered in his ear: "If you want to know my whereabouts so much, why don't you call me yourself? Huh?"

Tang Hua pinched Jiang Mingyuan's hand close to his waist behind his back on the verge of blowing hair. The two were fighting secretly, but it was not obvious on the surface. Leaning forward, leaning closer to Jiang Mingyuan.

Mother Tang was overjoyed when she saw this: "Okay, okay, I haven't seen you good friends for a long time, so I won't bother you. Xiaohuaer, take your friend to your room to play."

Tang Hua didn't have the mood to respond at all, because that shameless Jiang Mingyuan took the opportunity to touch his waist.

On the verge of madness, he added fire: "Tsk, it's really thin enough!"