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"You guessed it, that's great."
Wang Ge: "..."
"What do you mean, you don't wear a skirt because you are always ready to beat me?" He looked shocked.
"Correct."
Gu Panyan said casually, "Whenever I'm unhappy, I plan to beat you up to vent my anger."
"...Then when will you be unhappy?"
"Caught you cheating on me."
Wang Ge: "..."
Great, he shouldn't have asked.
"You can also wear a skirt then."
He stretched out his arms and hugged Gu Panyan, forcing the topic back to its original state, "Can it be that my wife beats me and I can still resist?"
Gu Panyan rolled her eyes at him, lazily holding the book and leaning into his arms.
At this time, they were reviewing in the library for the upcoming final exam, and they were speaking at a controlled volume.
Why she didn't wear a skirt just to beat him up was, of course, a joke.
She just simply didn't want to wear it.
But Wang Ge felt a little guilty.
because……
……
sea sand.
Chen Yanxi is also in the library.
Wearing old-fashioned black-framed glasses, she was flipping through the books beside her and writing something in her notebook.
The little raccoon cat lay beside her hand, lazily basking in the sun with its eyes closed, motionless.
In the library, there was only the slight sound of pages turning and rustling writing.
Chen Yanxi didn't close the book until nightfall.
Putting the book back on the bookshelf, Chen Yanxi took the notebook and gently patted the sleeping little civet: "Xiao Ge, it's time for us to go."
Xiaoge got up, stretched silently, then jumped off the desk, walked gracefully on the catwalk, and followed behind Chen Yanxi.
It has grown visibly.
Since it grew up, Chen Yanxi no longer holds it and lets it go on its own.
After walking through the noisy city, boarding the bus, and until returning home, Xiao Ge followed Chen Yanxi closely.
On the way, we even chased away a few stray cats that wanted to compete with it.
Chen Yanxi seemed to have full trust in Xiaoge and was not afraid of it running around at all.
Of course, it's not actually trust, Chen Yanxi just doesn't want to restrict it.
When she got home, Chen Yanxi poured cat food for Xiaoge. While Xiaoge was enjoying the food, she slowly walked into the bedroom and sat at the desk.
I took out my diary, but I didn't write it. Instead, I slowly read it page by page, detailing my past.
Self-reinvention is an extremely difficult process, and she has already begun to try to reinvent herself. For this reason, she has not written to Wang Ge for a long time.
But the effect is not good.
Reinventing herself was more difficult than she imagined.
Also, the concepts formed over more than ten years since childhood are like extremely solid high-rise buildings, which cannot be reshaped.
If it were really a high-rise building, it would be fine. You could just tear it down and build it again.
But concepts, unless they encounter a huge impact, cannot be dismantled.
She can only continue to read, explore, expand herself, see all kinds of strange and strange concepts in the world, and then fill herself with new concepts that she recognizes, and replace those that do not belong to her and do not belong to her. The ideas that came from her were pushed out.
The process was difficult and cumbersome, but fortunately she had always had the habit of keeping a diary, which allowed her to examine her past and trace the origins of those concepts.
However, when she opens the diary, she can't help but think of that person.
He hasn't written to himself for a long time, and he doesn't know how he is doing.
He should be quite happy.
She is not a person who worries about gains and losses, so this thought just flashed in her mind and passed away.
Continue to the next diary entry.
At this time, there was a knock on the door.
Chen Yanxi got up and walked out of the bedroom and opened the door.
"Hello, is this Ms. Chen Yanxichen?" the person outside the door asked politely.
"It's me." Chen Yanxi nodded, "What's the matter?"
"First of all, happy birthday to you."
The person outside the door lifted a cake box the size of a basin and handed it to her, "Someone ordered a cake for you in our store."
PS: Damn, I was too sleepy after writing last night, so I went to bed directly. I forgot to post it. My
Chapter 155 Making a Snowman
Birthday?
Chen Yanxi was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it, it seemed that today was indeed his birthday.
Then he took the cake and bowed his head to say thank you.
In addition to the cake, there is also a beautifully packaged black bag.
The person who delivered the cake said that there was a birthday gift in the bag.
It's a bit heavy, and I don't know what kind of gift is inside.
Close the door, return to the living room, and put the cake on the table.
Chen Yanxi glanced at the greeting card above, which was written in a familiar scrawled handwriting:
"Happy birthday, Xixi.
——I love you Wang Ge. "
As expected, it was sent by him.
...His handwriting is getting more and more sloppy.
Will you stop holding a pen when you go to college?
But how did that guy know his birthday?
Chen Yanxi thought for a while and remembered that she seemed to have told him this basic information when she pretended to be his girlfriend.
And given his status, it couldn't be easier to know his birthday.
Chen Yanxi shook his head in amusement.
It's not hard for him, he still remembers him after being gone for so long.
Although Chen Yanxi had celebrated several birthdays before, the most her parents could do was buy some ribs, stew soup, and make a delicious dinner, so this birthday was considered a thing of the past.
There was no cake, her parents thought it was expensive, and she never asked for it.
She also has no friends, so naturally there is no birthday gift.
So, looking at the cakes and gifts in front of him, Chen Yanxi thought with a trace of memories, if Wang Ge said it, this was probably another first that was taken away by him, right?
After thinking for a while, she turned her head and felt a headache again.
I don't know how long it will take me to finish such a big cake.
You can cut some into pieces and send them to the landlady...but not too much. Grandma already has high blood pressure...
"Meow~"
Xiaoge's cry came from the side. She didn't eat the cat food anymore. She squatted at the table and looked at the big cake curiously.
"You can't eat it."
Chen Yanxi walked over and touched its head: "You can't digest it."
Xiaoge didn't know whether she understood or not. She nuzzled Chen Yanxi's hand with her little head and then ran back to eat the cat food.
After growing up, Xiaoge is not as naughty as before.
Chen Yanxi went to open the black packaging bag again. There was indeed one inside, but there was more than one.
There was a card on top with scrawled writing:
"Because you didn't like the gift I gave you last time, this time, I searched the Internet for a long time, 'What kind of gift should I give to someone I like for his or her birthday?' I read the suggestions given by netizens one by one, and I felt that those gifts were all very good. I couldn't make a choice at the moment...so I bought them all.
If I could, I would buy all the beautiful things and give them to you.
But it doesn’t seem good to give too much at once, so I decided to give you only a small part for the time being, and save the rest first, and give it to you in batches later. "
Chen Yanxi lowered his head and glanced at the packed bags, with a smile in his eyes.
She took out the gifts one by one, including a beautiful and exquisite water glass, a cute bear night light in warm colors, a light blue cat paw cup scented candle... and even a neck massager.
Most of them are exquisite, beautiful and practical small objects. They are not expensive, but Chen Yanxi likes every one of them.
After taking out the last massage device, Chen Yanxi thought it was over.
But at the bottom of the packaging bag, there is a picture frame.
She slowly took out the picture frame. Inside was a pencil sketch of a girl sitting at a desk reading a book. She was wearing old-fashioned black large-framed glasses, with a delicate face and indifferent eyes.
From this perspective, it seems that the person painting is sitting opposite the girl. There is only a desk distance between the two, but there is a vague feeling of being far apart.
...Can he still draw?