Chapter 120 Can You Spend My Birthday With Me?
early morning.
Meng Shiyi rubbed her eyes and woke up.
I found that the voice call had not been hung up.
She was slightly stunned and called him softly: "He Xilou?"
"Hmm?" the man responded to her quickly.
"Why didn't you hang up?"
"I don't want to hang up."
He Xilou asked her in a hoarse voice, "Next Saturday, May 20th, is my birthday. Would you like to celebrate it with me?"
Meng Shiyi turned over, feeling a bad premonition.
She refused without hesitation: "No."
He Xilou paused, "Why not? Did you have something to do that day?"
"It's okay, I just don't want to go."
"You don't need to prepare any gifts, just stay with me," He Xilou's tone sounded a little cautious and a little humble.
He whispered, "I only invited you, no one else. If you don't come, I will have to celebrate my birthday alone. Sister Shiyi, can you accompany me?"
After a moment of silence.
Meng Shiyi softened her heart and agreed softly, "Okay then."
In fact, over the past few months.
Her guarded heart had already completely loosened.
It was his sincerity that slowly pried it open and melted it...
In the blink of an eye, it was May 20th.
From midnight, He Xilou held his mobile phone and waited for news from Meng Shiyi.
He set a special ringtone for Meng Shiyi to ensure that he could reply to her immediately when he heard the ringtone.
But until 2:30 in the morning, Meng Shiyi still didn't send him a message.
She must be asleep.
He Xilou pursed his lips and silently turned off his phone.
It wasn't until after eight in the morning that Meng Shiyi sent him a message:
【Happy birthday, I have prepared a birthday gift for you】
This was the first time she took the initiative to send a message to He Xilou after she freed him from the blacklist.
He Xilou stared deeply at the screen of his mobile phone, looking at it over and over again, and even took screenshots to save them.
He Gou: Okay, I'm really looking forward to the gift from Shiyi. I'll love whatever it is and treasure it like a treasure.
Meng Shiyi: [Really?]
[He Gou: Of course ^_^ Because I like you, so I like everything you give me]
He Xilou never celebrates his birthday.
This year was the first time, but only Meng Shiyi was invited.
It would be enough if she came alone.
520, I love you, this is a very romantic day.
But this day was a deep nightmare and shadow for He Xilou.
Inside the car, he was on the phone, his tone incredibly serious: "Are all the pink roses on the mountaintop ready? And the 99 love letters, the drones, the hot air balloons, the fireworks, the star lights... Make sure everything is perfect, without any mistakes."
Qi Yao collapsed: "It's ready, it's been ready for a long time. You've booked the whole mountain and decorated it beautifully. Big brother, you've asked me many times!"
I really didn't expect that He Xilou is actually a love-brained person. He has been so busy recently and has stayed up all night for several nights, but he can still spare so much time to carefully arrange the confession scene.
Is He Xilou a superman? Doesn’t he need sleep? Will his body really not collapse?
Qi Yao sighed, patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, brother. I'll take care of this matter. I guarantee that this will be the most romantic confession in the world!"
"Yeah." He Xilou hung up the phone and touched the diamond ring box in his pocket.
It was almost evening.
Meng Shiyi sat in the passenger seat and fastened her seat belt.
He Xilou couldn't hide the anticipation in his eyes and looked at her deeply, "Sister Shiyi, where is my birthday present?"
He has been secretly looking forward to it for a long, long time.
Meng Shiyi was holding a red bag from Mixue Bingcheng and casually handed it to him, "Oh, it's in here."
He Xilou carefully took the bag, it was heavy and he couldn't help but feel pleasantly surprised.
Open it and take a look.
It's a stone.
A strangely shaped, ordinary and common stone.
There is nothing else besides this.
He Xilou pondered for a moment, "Is that all?"
Meng Shiyi nodded: "Yes."
He Xilou asked, "Is there anything special about this stone?"
Meng Shiyi said nonchalantly, "There's nothing special about it. I just picked it up downstairs from the dormitory. It almost tripped me."
She just sent this kind of thing on purpose to see the other person's reaction.
But I didn't expect it.
He Xilou raised the corners of his lips, and his eyes lit up with stars. "Well, I like it very much and will take good care of it. It would be great if you could give me a stone every day."
“…”
Sincerity is the eternal killer.
Meng Shiyi turned her head away speechlessly, "You wish."
He throws a stone every day, just smash him to death.
Maybach starts.
Meng Shiyi looked at the scenery outside the window and said, "My brothers and others said that you never celebrate your birthday."
He Xilou's eyes were dark, and he said in a deep voice: "Well, I never do."
It wasn’t celebrated during his freshman and sophomore years, and even Lu Shijie and Jiang Yue didn’t know that He Xilou’s birthday was today.
When they once asked He Xilou about his birthday, He Xilou himself couldn't answer it, saying it was not important and did not need to be known by others.
He didn't like this day.
This was the day he hated the most.
Over time, no one paid attention to it anymore, and almost no one in the school knew that today was his birthday.
But he could only use today to ask Meng Shiyi out, hoping to turn this nightmare day into his favorite day.
Meng Shiyi couldn't help but ask, "Why not?"
He Xilou was driving, his throat was slightly choked, and he didn't speak for a long time.
"Sister Shiyi, do you want to know my life story?"
His identity is shameful and he was a huge mistake from birth.
Meng Shiyi noticed that he was in a low mood, and her voice unconsciously slowed down. She said softly, "Go ahead."
He Xilou held the steering wheel and drove on the winding road leading to the mountain. He was silent for a long time, as if he didn't know how to start.
Meng Shiyi will know some truths sooner or later.
He had no choice but to hide it from her and lie to her.
It was a thorn deep in his chest, a sharp, pointed thorn that was constantly piercing his heart and stained with his blood.
But now he wanted to dig out his rotten heart and let Meng Shiyi see the real him.
He Xilou gripped the steering wheel tightly, his profile looking heavy and decadent under the light and shadow.
His voice was hoarse, with a hint of loneliness and coldness:
"Meng Shiyi, I—"
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