Chapter 65 Chapter 65 Happy Birthday
Song Yinxing had imagined such a scene countless times.
Every dark night, as he counted down to midnight on his birthday, he was expecting someone to open the door of his room, push a cream cake with candles on it, and wish him a happy birthday.
But why do people celebrate their birthdays?
The day he was born was not the birthday of any great man, nor was it an uprising or a revolution, nor was it a moment that could change the world.
It's just an ordinary time. If you're lucky, it may fall on Saturday or weekend, but the rest of the time is occupied by school.
He repeated this over and over again, using similar arguments to convince himself.
It was not until he saw Gu Yang in front of him that he vaguely heard the sound of his defenses collapsing.
It turns out he has always cared about it.
Seeing him standing there motionless, Gu Yang stood on tiptoe and tried to look him in the eye: "Don't you want me to come in?"
Song Yinxing was like a clockwork puppet, which could only move when poked. He hurried to get his slippers, but Gu Yang was wearing a pair of high-top leather boots, and he couldn't take them off as he was holding the cake in both hands.
He didn't know what he was thinking, but he just half-knelt down and tried to help the other person take off his shoes.
Gu Yang stepped back. He didn't have any strange hobbies, but he couldn't help but complain, "Don't you know how to help me take the cake?"
After hearing these words, Song Yinxing stood up again as if awakened from a dream and took the cake from Gu Yang's hand.
A very small four-inch cream cake with the word "happy birthday" written crookedly in yellow sugar sauce on it.
"At this time, most cake shops are closed. I'm lucky to be able to buy one. Don't let me complain."
The result of sitting in the taxi and letting the cold wind blow all the way was that Gu Yang still had a nasal tone when he spoke.
"How could I possibly dislike it?" Song Yinxing's voice was still a little hoarse, and his eyes were fixed on Gu Yang like a magnet.
Although it was only his second visit, Gu Yang had already recognized the stool he had sat on last time, pulled it out and sat down.
Song Yinxing asked softly, "Shouldn't you be having your birthday party? Why did it end so early?"
"Something happened." Thinking of the scene just now, Gu Yang's mouth corners even curled up, "Anyway, it's over a long time ago, otherwise you could have watched a dog-eat-dog show."
"Ye Chen actually wanted to drug me on my birthday. After all, we have been classmates for three years. It's really too much." Gu Yang complained lightly.
Song Yinxing was instantly worried: "Are you okay?"
As he spoke, he observed Gu Yang's situation.
"Nothing, I stayed in the room the whole time, and he got himself into the hospital."
In his previous life, Song Yinxing knew only one thing about Ye Chen. It seemed that during an argument with Lu Ran, he accidentally pushed the other person down the stairs and the injury was quite serious. Lu Ran had to take a year off from school because of this.
Later, the Lu family came to ask for an explanation, so Ye Chen transferred to another school and left Guanli Middle School.
11:58.
The clock hanging on the wall was still ticking, and Song Yinxing's heartbeat coincided with every slight sound of the second hand.
He was about to speak when he suddenly seemed to remember something. He quickly ran to his room, took out the gift box from the drawer, handed it to Gu Yang and said.
"Happy birthday."
At the moment when time was about to pass, he finally said these words to Gu Yang in person.
Gu Yang was still sitting upright on the chair. He took the small gift box from Song Yinxing and opened it. Inside was a necklace. The chain was made of thin sterling silver, and the main part of the pendant was a sea blue semi-precious gemstone.
"A gift for me?"
Song Yinxing nodded, his eyes fixed on him from beginning to end.
Gu Yang took out the necklace. The thin silver chain was wrapped around his finger. The sea-blue semi-precious gemstone swayed, sparkling in the light and reflected on his calm face.
"It's so beautiful." He tilted his head, his gray eyes like clouds that escaped on the eve of a rainstorm, and the tiny blue light flashed past in an instant, "Would you like to help me wear it?"
Song Yinxing's heart beat faster, but the expression on his face was the opposite. He silently took the necklace from Gu Yang's hand, unfastened the clasp, bent down, and put the necklace on Gu Yang with his arms as if to hold him in his arms.
In this posture, his nose brushed against the ends of Gu Yang's hair, with a very light floral scent and a slightly damp smell.
This should be the least valuable gift Gu Yang has ever received.
Song Yinxing thought.
"I will work hard to make more money, and I will give you better gifts every year." Song Yinxing said, his lips close to Gu Yang's earlobe, and he said this very solemnly.
"Why do you say every year?" Gu Yang asked abruptly.
Song Yinxing withdrew his hand as if he was scalded, and looked at the other person helplessly.
What Gu Qingxu once said seemed like a nightmare reappearing at this moment, or was it the same in Gu Yang's heart? The high school moments were just their last intersection.
Gu Yang lowered his eyes, and his thick eyelashes covered the expression in his eyes.
In fact, this process did not take too much time, but Song Yinxing felt that every day was a year. Every sound of the second hand was like a slow torture on his body, and the person in front of him was a god who could judge him.
After a long silence, Gu Yang slowly raised his head. He stretched out his hand, curling up his four fingers slightly, leaving only his little finger exposed: "Okay, then we'll make a promise every year."
Song Yinxing couldn't describe what Gu Yang's expression was at the moment, but he would probably never forget this day.
Just like every scar that had ever been inflicted on his body, even though it no longer existed, he would never forget the pain.
He carefully hooked the other person's fingers, and Gu Yang took his hand and shook it gently, just like a child. After shaking it, he used his thumb to stamp it.
After completing this action, Gu Yang let out a long sigh, as if such a simple thing had exhausted all his strength.
"It's past twelve o'clock," he murmured, "so it's my turn to wish you a happy birthday."
"Ah, I didn't prepare a birthday present." His sleepy expression made his nasal tone more obvious when he spoke, "But I didn't expect you to prepare a present even though you didn't come to my birthday party."
"Having this cake is enough." Song Yinxing said, "This is the best birthday gift I have ever received."
"The best..." Gu Yang repeated the word, not knowing what he was thinking. Their hands had not loosened yet. "Then I will give you a gift every year. This is also an agreement."
The skin touching each other became hot, and Song Yinxing nodded gently. From his perspective, this mutual agreement was like a chain that bound them together.
He could no longer ignore his own selfish desires.
He wanted to be with Gu Yang, wanted Gu Yang's sight to be filled with him, and wanted to feel the other's breath at all times.
His gaze was glued to his bones and fell uncontrollably on the person in front of him, following his every move, even tracing every strand of hair.
There has always been a big gap in his heart, like a barren wilderness with howling wind, but it can never be filled.
"It's like a dream." Song Yinxing said softly.
"Why? Aren't you awake yet?"
"No." Song Yinxing shook his head, "I just can't understand why you helped me so many times."
As he said this, his hands clenched unconsciously.
Isn't it enough to just pretend to be ignorant and maintain the status quo?
Don’t look into the reasons behind it, just cherish everything you have now. Who can predict what excessive curiosity will bring?
When he was young, he would sit in front of his desk for hours because of a problem he couldn't solve. He was stubborn by nature and would not turn back until he hit the wall. This might be one of the sources of his tragedy in his previous life.
But he still asked the question at this moment because the target was Gu Yang.
"When I was a kid, I was playing on the street and a fortune teller offered to tell my fortune. I spread out my hands to show him."
"He said that in my previous life I was a famous scholar in ancient times, who was chivalrous and righteous, and helped others a lot. But in the end, I died of depression because I failed to fulfill the last wish of an important person. That's why I wanted to reincarnate to fulfill my will."
"He stopped talking here and asked me to give him fifty dollars first, and then he would tell me my life story in detail."
"When I was about to give her the money, the nanny pulled me away. She told me to be more careful and said these were just scammers who were just talking nonsense and trying to cheat me out of money."
Song Yinxing: “…”
He had encountered this kind of scammer before, but the scammer didn't ask him for fifty dollars, only five dollars. He probably wanted to take advantage of the situation.
It was said that troubled times were coming and he needed to be given a name so that he could turn danger into good fortune and maintain peace.
He kept talking a lot to himself, and because he was afraid of being blackmailed, he ran away.
This kind of thing can only fool children and superstitious old people. No normal person would believe it. That would be really stupid.
"But I don't think so." Gu Yang still had a slight smile on his face, "How does she know that the fortune teller is not some hidden master?"
Song Yinxing silently withdrew his preface.
"It's just a pity that there are no people around me who need help. At least on the surface, they all look good. After all, they are all rich, and money can solve 90% of the world's troubles."
So in the end, he could only imagine himself as a medieval knight, just like Don Quixote, who was chivalrous and helped the weak and the poor. He mistook windmills for giants and sheep for enemies, and immersed himself in his own fantasy world.
Until the death of that woman severed his last connection with the world.
Gu Yang still hasn't understood the principle behind the book that allows him to see the world.
But no matter what, the result is that he has seen and knows everything.
He saw the stories behind so many people, and at first he just thought it was interesting and watched from the sidelines as if it had nothing to do with him.
But he didn't know from which moment on, the hard shell in his heart was suddenly pried open, and light leaked in from the outside. He saw himself and all living beings.
He couldn't help but feel a deep feeling similar to pity welling up in his heart. This feeling was not weak. It was like a silent river, flowing quietly through the depths of his soul.
It seemed like he was finally able to do something.
Song Yinxing finally got an answer that seemed like a reason, but not quite a reason.
He felt quite subtle inside, as if he was hit by a bunch of flowers at the end of a ceremony.
But maybe this is already a good answer for him.
No matter what, Gu Yang had indeed walked towards him, so next, it was his turn to walk over.
No matter how much effort you put in, even if you get hurt.
"Do you have a lighter?" Gu Yang opened the plastic lotus candle that came with the cake.
Song Yinxing came to his senses, went to the kitchen to get it, and lit the candle. As the flame rose, lotus flowers bloomed all around.
He turned off the lights in the room, so only the candlelight was left, burning slowly to the electronic melody of the birthday song.
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