Chapter 133 Happy Birthday
Sang Nanxi lowered her eyes and said the answer that was not surprising: "Qingheng, I'm sorry, for now, I may not start a new relationship in the future. Thoughts."
"Is it because of that person?" Wen Qingheng asked.
That night, he actually saw the vehicle leaving in the direction she came from. He could not see clearly the figure inside, but looking at her pretending to be strong, he could already guess Who is there?
Sang Nanxi nodded and shook her head. She made this decision based on her heart, but did not delve into the reasons behind it.
Some things don't seem to have an answer.
Seeing her like this, Wen Qingheng didn't ask any further questions. Her rejection did make him feel a dull pain of disappointment, but he didn't want to embarrass her.
He gathered his emotions, broke his promise, and smiled familiarly: "Xi, pursuing and being rejected is a common thing, you don't have to feel guilty about it."
He was as kind as ever. Understanding.
Sang Nanxi poked the beef on the plate with a knife and fork, lowered his head and said, "Qingheng, it's not good for you to do this."
Wen Qingheng didn't understand the meaning of her words and looked at her waiting for a reply.
She then said: "In the future, when you chase a girl, don't always give her so many choices. You will suffer a loss."
The two looked at each other in silence. After a few seconds, They laughed together.
The emotional bubble that originally stood between the two people was broken, and they returned to the most natural way of getting along.
When the food was almost finished, Wen Qingheng put down his wine glass, leaned back on the chair and asked her: "What happens after that? Do you still plan to go back to Edinburgh?"
Sang Nanxi held her chin up, sighed, and said, "I don't want to be so far away from my dad anymore. Let's wait until the next year. When he gets better, I'll take him to play with you."
Wen Qingheng nodded clearly, "Then I will help you put your things at my house first."
This seems to be an ability unique to Wen Qingheng. He can always consider all aspects, even More thoughtful than she thought.
Sang Nanxi couldn't help but give him a thumbs up, "Thank you."
It was already dark when they came out after eating. When they got off the car in front of their house, they met each other head on. The cold wind blew away the drunken smell.
Aunt Li smelled the smell of alcohol on both of them, turned around and went to the kitchen to make sobering soup.
Sang Nanxi shouted: "Aunt Li, no need, I'm not drunk."
An echo came from the kitchen: "You have to drink even if you're not drunk, otherwise you'll have a headache the next day, Nanxi, You and Qingheng go up first, okay, I'll bring it up."
Wen Qingheng said: "I'm going to pack my luggage first."
"I'll bring you the hangover soup later. ”
"Okay."
Sang Nanxi was lying on the table, replying to the message and waiting. The person in the kitchen seemed to suddenly remember something, and leaned out with a spoon: "Nanxi, there is something on the coffee table. Your express delivery."
Sang Nanxi replied, "I know," but she murmured in her heart that she probably didn't buy express delivery recently.
She got up and walked to the coffee table, only to realize that it was not a express box, but a beautifully packaged gift box, not very heavy.
She originally thought it was a gift from Chen Zhixia. In the past two days, she kept talking on the phone, regretting that she couldn't spend her birthday with her.
When she opened the box, her eyes couldn't help but stagnate.
A small square box is lying in the center of the gift box. The light above the head shines on the dark velvet satin surface. It is a soft light that falls in the eyes without any aggression.
This time, she seemed unable to find an excuse for herself to have tears in her eyes.
Thinking about it honestly, after all, it is because of the box in front of me that I think of a certain person or a certain period of the past.
The phone in her pocket vibrated slightly. She pulled it out and looked down at the caller ID. The tears that had been in her eyes suddenly hit the screen unexpectedly. His fingertips traced a trace of water on the screen, and the receiver was put to his ear, and there was a peaceful silence.
There was no need to ask who the other party was, nor did she need any unfamiliar greetings. She restrained her trembling voice and said hoarsely: "If you don't speak, I will hang up."
On the screen, the call time passes minute by minute.
The water in the kitchen was getting hotter, and the bubbling sound of "Gulu" made the sweet smell of fruit stronger and stronger. It slowly passed through the restaurant and entered the tip of her nose, as if to tell her that time had not stopped.
Her knuckles holding the phone turned white, her eyes focused on the gift box in her hand, thinking silently in her heart, just wait a little longer.
People always insist on speaking loudly to remind themselves that they should be rational and clear-headed, but the pretense of being free and easy is bound to be discarded in the face of reality.
She suddenly remembered that during the five years she had been in a foreign country, every time it was her birthday, there would always be a call from a domestic number. It was a different number every time, but after the call was answered, there was silence.
She asked in a quiet or cheerful background: "Hello? Who is it?"
Finally, she hung up because of the silence.
In an era when various social software are prevalent, there are actually very few people who can press a string of numbers to contact them.
Silent breathing was not enough to leave a deep impression in her mind, and she never thought it was a phone call that might have been hastily dialed by mistake.
But now, the past memories are connected with the scene in front of her. She is biting her lower lip, knowing clearly that it is his number, but she still asks: "Zhou Yubai, is it you, right?"
< br>What she didn't ask was - in fact, in those five years, behind every different number, was it also you.
I don’t know how long it took before a familiar voice sounded on the other end of the phone.
Still clear and moist, I say the most common blessing.
"Xixi, happy birthday."
The eardrums vibrated, and the atrium trembled unconsciously.
She hung up the phone suddenly, her chest heaving, she took out the velvet box and held it in her palm.
The box with no edges or corners would cause her pain if she squeezed it tightly without realizing it. The pain made her regain her willpower gradually.
"Nanxi, the soup is ready, drink it while it's hot." Aunt Li called from behind.
Sang Nanxi seemed to suddenly think of something, and walked quickly to the door. When she opened the door, the cold wind penetrated into her collar, and she couldn't help but shiver.
Under the street lamp, where the light and shadow can be seen, the wind picks up the dead leaves on the ground, forming small whirlpools.
The rolling and flying leaves led her to look around, but there was nothing else except the rustling sound.
It was just a coincidence that she made this call when she opened the gift box.
Aunt Li brought the soup to the table and walked over quickly with her coat, nagging distressedly: "Hey, you're not wearing a coat, don't freeze, it's pitch dark outside. What are you looking at? You have to wear some clothes if you want to go out.”
Sang Nanxi held the door handle and silently closed the door, blocking out the dark night with howling wind.
Aunt Li put her arm around her shoulders and walked into the house and said, "You've been drinking. How can you blow the wind like that? Hurry up and warm yourself up."
Halfway through her words, she noticed that she was red again. With his eyes open, he asked nervously: "Why are you crying?"
Sang Nanxi lowered his head and paused slightly in the hand holding the spoon. The box in his pocket was pressed against his skin through a layer of fabric, which made him feel uncomfortable. Man cannot exist.
She rubbed her eyes to remove the sadness in them, then raised her head, smiled lightly, and said, "The wind blew it."
(End of this chapter)