Chi Xueyan's Christmas Eve ended with a long string of enthusiastic praise from Sheng Xiaoyue on the other end of the phone.
After eating the cake, He Qiao took the initiative to contact his mother and told her about the birthday that she had been looking forward to for many days.
The first birthday he spent with his newly married lover instead of being with his mother.
She likes every clip of He Qiao, the adventure of wandering on campus, a hundred coins on the singing platform, and the matcha muffin cake decorated with marshmallows.
In a separate phone call to Chi Xueyan, she said that this was the most romantic and special birthday she had ever heard of.
Chi Xueyan thought that the mother and son were very similar, and they were very similar in their bones.
Like He Qiao, she likes this birthday and likes him very much.
That's not a kind of mood that can be pretended. Just like in the past, He Qiao, who finally escaped from that house, often remembered to call his mother to say hello.
Although Chi Xueyan once thought that it was He Qiao who did a special job on the surface.
But when Sheng Xiaoyue chatted with him in a joyful tone, she talked about the large bouquet of pink roses she received from He Qiao today. The card said a wish that she would always be young and happy.
"I remember that on the day you got the certificate, he ordered a cart of flowers for you at the flower shop. When he came home, he also brought me a bouquet of pink roses."
The mother never felt that there was any strange change in her son, and she sincerely felt happy for this Christmas Eve and this marriage.
"It's as beautiful as the bundle I received today. Pink is my favorite color. What about you, Xiaochi? What color do you like?"
The child's birthday is the mother's day of condit, so He Qiao sent her pink roses.
Earlier, on the day of sudden marriage, he did not forget this small ceremony.
Chi Xueyan listened to the bright and beautiful pink rose on the other end of the phone, and suddenly remembered the silent yellow flower.
From a foreign novel he has read, the university teacher who teaches literature also said that he should read it to his lover as a good night story before going to bed.
The yellow flower he met in the park was the salvation of a barren man. The extreme beauty suddenly lit up his remaining gloomy life.
Therefore, a yellow flower is an image suitable for relation to a lover. At that time, Chi Xueyan only thought about this, but did not recall the details of the story.
--The protagonist of the novel once felt barren, because he felt that he met his reborn body in the accidental wrinkles of time. From this, it was concluded that everyone is immortal, and there will be countless reborn bodies repeating the fate of the past.
An independent reborn, a little mermaid who regrets.
A yellow flower written by an exotic writer, like the mermaid story adapted by Chi Xueyan, seems to have a different meaning in his life at the moment.
The inexplicably missing parts and detailed details in He Qiao's memory made this logical simple speculation shrouded in complex clouds.
However, Chi Xueyan, who is usually good at analyzing puzzles in detective novels, decided not to continue to think.
Because the life in front of him is not a detective novel, there is no God who can give a firm answer.
Occasionally, he also wants to treasure the unknown.
Therefore, Chi Xueyan just stared at the bedside table quietly. Before hanging up the phone, he said good night to Sheng Xiaoyue softly, and then thought to himself that he would buy a vase another day and put it on the empty bedside table.
As for what flowers to buy for decoration, he hasn't thought about it for the time being.
Anyway, there is still a long time, and he can think about it slowly.
Until he is sure of the only flower he wants.
The moon is set outside the window. In the beautiful new house, Chi Xueyan said good night to He Qiao, who has a Christmas tree and hot milk, and good morning to He Qiao, who has grown up one year.
Chi Xueyan had to get up early to work on a new day. He walked out of the room sleepy, and the morning air was filled with a familiar smell.
He smelled the aroma of fried dumplings.
He Qiao made breakfast in the kitchen. Today, it is no longer a healthy and light sandwich, but a fried dumplings full of fireworks.
It is the second kind of breakfast that Chi Xueyan likes as far as he knows.
Chi Xueyan guessed that it would taste very similar to the fried dumplings in the university canteen next door.
He walked to the dining table, and He Qiao came out with a plate full of fried dumplings, and the time was just right.
When the two of them had breakfast face to face, Chi Xueyan remembered something and suddenly asked him, "Have you really slept until 7:30 before?"
Before He Qiao got up early to attend the morning meeting of the group, Chi Xueyan would get up at seven o'clock due to different working hours. When he went out at 7:30, he happened to meet He Qiao who walked out of the room.
In those days, every day was a hurried exchange and separation.
When Chi Xueyan asked, she looked into He Qiao's eyes with interest.
He Qiao also stared at him: "No, I should have got up earlier than you, but I just stayed in the room all the time."
"Why?"
"I guess you will find it awkward."
After being woken up by the alarm clock in the morning, it is probably the most real and unprepared time for a person. It is better to spend only with close people in the same space, rather than with partners who don't want to have extra intersection.
Hearing this answer, Chi Xueyan smiled, and then continued to bow his head and concentrate on eating fried dumplings.
"You guessed right." He praised, "The fried dumplings are delicious, and it feels like a university canteen."
After this sentence, He Qiao's question seemed very natural: "Do you still want to eat fried dumplings tomorrow morning?"
Chi Xueyan maintained the usual answer: "I'm just eating, and what to eat is up to the cook."
Hearing the mocking in his tone, He Qiao paused and no longer circled with grand reasons.
He decided to ask directly, "Do you want to go to work together today?"
Their company is face-to-face and could have worked together.
Hearing this proposal, Chi Xueyan looked at him: "Don't you have to attend your father's morning meeting?"
"My father is on a business trip recently, so the morning meeting is suspended." While explaining, He Qiao specially added, "I did participate before."
There was a smile on Chi Xueyan's face: "Well, I know."
He knew that He Qiao had been looking at his eyes and never looked away. He didn't lie.
So Chi Xueyan didn't ask what He Qiao wanted to do when he went to the company an hour in advance.
After breakfast, he just went out with He Qiao and sat in the increasingly familiar black luxury car.
It's the first time to go out to work together.
There is a faint rose fragrance in the car, and the two dried flower fragrance bags placed in front and behind make the morning more fragrant.
The traffic lights outside the car window are changing and flashing, and pedestrians come and go, as usual.
You don't have to drive by yourself, you can be distracted unscrupulously.
Chi Xueyan took out her headphones from her pocket and planned to listen to some music to refresh her mind and start her busy day.
Anyway, He Qiao next to him has documents to read, which is not suitable for chatting, and he doesn't want to disturb each other.
But when the music came to the next song, five minutes passed, Chi Xueyan, who was looking at the scenery outside the window, accidentally looked back and accidentally caught a glimpse of the documents in the hands of the people around her, which was still on the first page.
His eyes swept over the paper printed with black text and large titles, and crashed into the often gentle eyes.
The music in the headphones was very noisy, but the world suddenly became quiet.
At this moment, Chi Xueyan understood something with his hinds.
In the cinema that day, He Qiao was not watching the hollow French fries falling on the ground, or even watching a movie.
His sight and heart fell elsewhere.
The four eyes were facing each other, and a moment of silence flowed through a very short silence. Chi Xueyan took off a headphone and handed it over with a smile.
"Do you want to listen? It's a heavy metal that may make you unable to concentrate on looking at things.
He Qiao took over the headphones that were making faint noise in his hand, and his tone was still like a good student: "Let me try it."
The quiet morning suddenly became deafening.
But it is the sound coming from the same pair of headphones.
The fingertips crossed the palm of the hand, and the smell of the rose bun was finally covered, and what was more vivid was the breath of the people around him.
Chi Xueyan continued to look out of the window, and the paper beside him began to turn gently.
At the end of the song, the owner of the headphones switches the music.
The soothing piano music replaced the violent heavy metal until the car drove into the underground garage of the clinic building, and the melody in the headphones was still clear and lingering.
In the melodious music, Chi Xueyan took back the other headset, swit the luxury car drive away, and turned to the elevator to the clinic.
He Qiao didn't let the driver stop at the door of the building. He knew he wanted to be an ordinary dentist who would not be surrounded by all kinds of gossip every day.
He Qiao is always very careful.
So, what does he want to do when he comes to the company an hour in advance?
Chi Xueyan subconsciously felt that he would not really go to the company.
The boss suddenly brought forward the working hours. The secretary who learned about this matter could only take the initiative to come early, and other employees would also pinch their noses and get up early, resulting in a chain reaction one after another.
He Qiao won't do such a thing.
Then where will he go?
With this unknown secret in mast, Chi Xueyan walked into the clinic, greeted the colleagues he met on the road with a smile, and came to his office.
Today's suspense did not last long.
When he habitually walked to the window and opened the blinds, the mystery was revealed in an instant.
The dim room suddenly became bright, and the bright sun was shining outside the glass window.
Chi Xueyan blinked his eyes reflexively, and when his vision was clear, the familiar figure came into view.
On the wide and clean maple road, the red maples on both sides of the road wither brilliantly in winter. The merchants under the office building opened their doors one after another, and the cafes dedicated to office workers are already open.
The cafe is located on the first floor of the luxury office building, which can be clearly seen from the window of the clinic upstairs opposite.
Outdoor dark green umbrellas, rattan tables and chairs, flowing wind, and the freshly served coffee are steaming.
Among the customers who sat and talked in the morning, Chi Xueyan saw the straight black coat at a glance, even if it was just a profile.
The young man sat at the coffee table and looked down at the tablet computer in his hand. His side face was outlined by the early winter sun, and the neckline of his coat showed a light and soft color.
Chi Xueyan remembered that he wore a beige sweater today, which seemed to be naturally suitable for the kitchen and winter.
And he judged through the telescope that the coffee customer was watching the latest advertising sample submitted by the employees on the tablet.
This advertisement looks wonderful.
He couldn't help taking out his mobile phone and calling the person who was watching the advertisement.
While waiting for the phone to be connected, Chi Xueyan stared at the scenery downstairs, rarely remembering some past events.
In fact, he is very familiar with the feeling of being loved and chased, and he is so familiar with it that he is bored.
Deliver breakfast, send flowers, wait for him to end class, make an appointment to go out, and try to find a topic to chat...
Chi Xueyan has always rejected every suitor clunctly, and directly extinguished him as soon as he had a beginning.
Not only because he has no feelings for those people, but also because he has had enough of those uniform pursuits, and even the love that should have been novel and unknown seems to have become monotonous and boring.
They often appear in his sight frequently, with noise.
But Heqiao is different.
He just expressed his feelings in the calmest way.
He will choose to appear or not to appear in Chi Xueyan's vision at the right time.
He Qiao even handed over the choice of whether to see him from the window to the person who wanted to chase him.
Chi Xueyan can leave the window at any time, stand there all the time, and pick up the telescope.
This is something interesting for people who don't want to fall in love.
On the increasingly lively street, the mobile phone in the pocket of the coat rang a specially set ringtone.
He Qiao's eyes quickly moved away from the screen in his hand, pressed pause, and answered the phone.
"Heqiao."
The caller read his name with a strong smile in his tone: "You haven't chased anyone, have you?"
He Qiao was never surprised by the sudden opening remarks of the other party. He held his mobile phone and looked for the figure that might be looking down on him from a high place.
He answered seriously, "Yes."
Then, he heard Chi Xueyan's equally serious words.
"It's just right." The voice on the other end of the phone was leisurely, "I haven't been chased either."
The man standing in front of the glass window looked at him, and the sunlight dyed his eyes into a secret of smiling: "--in the way I like."