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"Why are you running? Did you see someone you know?"
"It would be great if we really knew each other. Let's run first!"
Lin Anyu ran away while looking back, and did not forget to cover his face with his hands. He was like a gambler who was hiding from his enemies and was afraid of being found.
If Xiao Yuyan hadn't known for a long time that her cousin had just graduated from high school and wasn't popular with women, she might have suspected that this guy had seen a girl whom he had seduced and then abandoned.
Lin Anyu had no time to explain. He covered his face and ran wildly. But halfway through, his expression changed again. He turned in another direction and continued running. Not long after, he changed direction again. His expression was terrified and no one knew what he was avoiding.
Xiao Yuyan behind him looked confused, wondering if this guy was just bored. She didn't see anything special on the road.
If we don't count those bald uncles...
The two turned left and right and finally stopped in front of a restaurant.
Lin Anyu looked as if he had seen a ghost. He gasped and looked around for a while before he breathed a sigh of relief and muttered, "Damn it, where do all these bald heads come from in this damn place..."
The bald heads are fine, but the key point is that these guys look similar. Almost all of them have a ferocious middle-aged face, and they all look like Bai Tongtong's father.
He didn't forget the other party's last warning. He once dreamed that several bald guys were beating him up. Yesterday, he fell for Han Zhou's provocation and provoked that guy again in a fit of anger. He was afraid that the other party was already very angry. If he was seen, he would be dead for sure.
Xiao Yuyan was also out of breath. She was shocked when she heard his muttering, "Are you afraid of bald men?"
"Hmm... about the same. I'm allergic to baldness lately, so I'll just need to move to another place."
Are you allergic to... baldness?
Xiao Yuyan began to doubt her ears.
Lin Anyu didn't want to explain. After all, it would be too embarrassing to confess his feelings to someone's father. He looked at the restaurant in front of him and saw that the decoration was not bad. He said, "Okay, it's time for dinner. Let's eat here."
However, as soon as he entered the restaurant, his expression changed again and he looked quite strange.
"Why, did you see the bald guy again?"
Xiao Yuyan's expression tensed. She didn't want to run anymore. Her heels were almost broken.
"Do not."
Lin Anyu tightened his grip on the camera, "This time it's an acquaintance."
……
Of course Han Zhou didn't expect to run into Lin Anyu and Xiao Yuyan in this place, but he didn't see the two of them at this time, but was asking the waiter.
"Hello, do you have a private room here?"
"Yes, and there are some left."
The waiter smiled politely and asked, "Are there only two of you?"
"Correct."
"plz follow me."
Led by the waiter, Han Zhou and Mo Yixia walked into a small room. The table was a small square table covered with a red cloth, which was very suitable for two people to dine.
This place is supposed to be Chinese food, right?
Han Zhou muttered in his heart, glanced at the words "Qixi Special Offer" posted on the wall, and then handed the menu to Mo Yixia: "You order."
"Do you want to eat everything?" Mo Yixia took the menu and looked through it.
"Well, I'm not picky about food."
"Anything you particularly like?"
"No."
"Just because you don't have a particular favorite doesn't mean you like everything... Tsk, you really are a playboy."
After he finished speaking, the waiter, who had been smiling all the time, looked at Han Zhou in surprise.
Mo Yixia quickly ordered the dishes. When she saw the waiter leaving with the menu, Han Zhou wondered, "You always eat a lot of fish and meat at home, why do you eat so, um... so simply when you're out?"
He had just been listening to the cheap dishes that Mo Yixia ordered, without any meat dishes. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the way the waiter looked at him was becoming more and more wrong.
"This is to save you money."
Mo Yixia was holding a black cat doll. When she was silent, she looked like a quiet high school student. She said calmly, "By the way, besides not liking to eat fish, I am also not picky about food. I can eat only vegetables for every meal."
Han Zhou remembered how this guy always ate vegetables in small bites, and couldn't help but smile: "You will be malnourished this way, what do you want to say?"
"I'm easy to feed, right?" Mo Yixia asked instead of answering, staring at him straight.
"You could say that... then what?"
"I'm easy to feed."
Han Zhou was speechless. He knew without listening to the rest of the words that this guy was going to talk nonsense again, so he stood up and said, "Don't repeat yourself. I'll go out and ask the waiter to add two more dishes. It's your birthday after all, you can't eat so shabby."
Having said that, he left the private room.
Mo Yixia watched him leave quietly, lowered her head, grabbed the two ears of the black cat doll, and pulled gently.
Is it shabby?
Her birthday has actually never been shabby. Her mother prepares gifts and a big meal for her every year, and I believe this year will be no exception.
If it weren't for what happened this morning, she would be seeing a large three-layer cake at home right now, with seventeen candles on it and the flames glowing brightly.
If nothing goes wrong, the gift should be a bracelet or necklace or some other accessory. Her mother will sing the birthday song and wish her a happy birthday, saying that she has grown up and will look good in anything.
Such a birthday is obviously not shabby.
But she never thought it was anything special before. It was actually the same as any other day. The only difference was that on this day she had more reasons to eat cake and receive gifts, that's all.
She could do these things every day if she needed to, and it was hard for her to see why special days were worth remembering if their essence was just a slight change in the form of life.
In her opinion, the specialness of a day does not lie in the meaning it is given, but in the mood of that day.
And your mood often depends on the people around you.
She had to admit that even if she added together all the birthdays she had celebrated in the past, none of them seemed to make her as happy as the "Happy Birthday" that guy said today.
She still remembers the throbbing feeling.
Is this ungrateful?
Yes, that's it.
but……
Just a simple "Happy Birthday" can make me satisfied. Maybe I'm really easy to feed?
Mo Yixia's eyes were soft, and she was lost in thought while holding the black cat doll. Suddenly, the door opened, and Han Zhou walked into the private room with his hands behind his back.
"What's that hiding behind you?"
Mo Yixia raised her eyes and immediately noticed the other person's hand hidden behind his back.
Han Zhou was stunned, and sighed unwillingly: "You found out so quickly?"
"If you could hold back your lewd smile a little, I might notice it later."
"You... never mind. I'm too lazy to correct your wording."
Han Zhou walked to the table in two or three steps, took out something from his back like a magic trick, and said proudly, "How is it?"
Mo Yixia was slightly startled.
This is actually a palm-sized cake.
Although the cake is small, it looks quite delicate. It’s a pity that the two words “Yixia” written on it with jam are too ugly, which somewhat destroys the beauty.
She wanted to reach out to take it, but she held herself back in time, and gave a calm, concise four-word evaluation.
"Shabby, ugly handwriting."
Han Zhou said helplessly: "Just be content. You suddenly told me that today was your birthday, and there is no cake shop nearby. I only got this small one from a kid. His parents thought I was robbing him at first."
He looked frightened and didn't know what he had been through.
Mo Yixia asked with interest: "What about the jam? Was it also exchanged?"
"I asked for it in the kitchen. The handwriting is a bit ugly, but there's nothing I can do about it. It's not like I wrote it with a pen. If you were to write it, you might not be as good as me... stretch out your hand."
Mo Yixia cooperated and stretched out her palm.
Han Zhou carefully placed the small cake in her palm, then took out a half-burnt candle from somewhere and carefully inserted it into the cake.
"Blow them up. Since it's your seventeenth birthday, just think of them as seventeen candles."
Mo Yixia glanced at him and said, "It's not even lit, how do you want me to blow it?"
Han Zhou said stubbornly, "I've tried this thing before. It goes out as soon as you light it. There's no time to blow it up. You might as well use your imagination and pretend it's on fire."
Mo Yixia sighed, but didn't say much. Instead, she took off her mask and blew gently at the cake in her hand.
She didn't even dare blow too hard, otherwise the little cake might break.
"So you asked the waiter to open a private room just to make it easier for me to take off my mask?"
"Of course, don't you dislike taking off your mask in front of outsiders?" Han Zhou asked cheerfully, "Otherwise, what else can make it convenient for me to do something to you?"
"I don't mind, but it's a pity that a guy who doesn't consider himself an outsider has the desire but not the courage to do it."
Mo Yixia curled her lips slightly. She had clearly given this guy the opportunity to make a move on her when she left the community before, but he pretended not to hear anything and was not frank at all.
Han Zhou said unhappily, "Now it's time to blow out the candles and make a wish. Don't talk about irrelevant things."
"I have made a wish." Mo Yixia replied.
"Really? What kind of wish is it?"
Mo Yixia rolled her eyes at him and said, "Won't birthday wishes be useless if you say them out loud?"
"Just make do with it for now, and continue to use your imagination. Just think of it as working, and tell me what you think."
Han Zhou was very curious about what wish this guy who hated most things would make.
It can't be the end of the world, right?
"That's not how you use the word make do. Why don't you use your imagination and assume that I've told you my wish?"
Mo Yixia looked disdainful and reminded, “Also, now is the time for you to sing a birthday song for me.”
"Row."