But Mu Qingji never showed up. Qin Nianqing was very concerned and turned to look at Qin Younian, "Dad, where is my brother? Why didn't he come?"

Qin Younian was listening to Qin Nianqing's words and was about to say something when he saw a car parked not far away. Mu Qingji, dressed in a suit and tie, got out of the car holding a bouquet of red roses. He paused, chuckled, patted Qin Nianqing's shoulder, raised his chin, and motioned him to look over.

Qin Nianqing looked over as Qin Younian instructed, and was stunned for a moment when he saw Mu Qingji walking towards him with a red rose in his arms. Then he curled his lips and smiled as he walked towards him. Seeing this, Mu Qingji unconsciously quickened his pace.

"Brother, why did you come just now?" Qin Nianqing stood in front of Mu Qingji, grabbed his hand, took the red rose, lowered her head to smell it, and acted coquettishly towards him, "This flower is so beautiful and very fragrant, I like it very much."

Mu Qingji gently rubbed Qin Nianqing's head, pinched his cheek, looked at the trace of slight guilt and deep affection in his eyes, and said softly:

"I passed by a doll shop on the way here. I wanted to buy you a bear, but it was inconvenient to park on the road and I was afraid of being stuck in traffic, so I bought this bouquet of flowers at a nearby flower shop. Guoguo, I'm late. I'm sorry. And happy birthday, my little friend."

"Well, I'm very happy." Qin Nianqing looked at Mu Qingji with a smile, winked at his right eye playfully, then pursed his lips and whispered, "Brother, put your ear closer."

Mu Qingji paused for a moment, then obediently bent down and put his ear close to Qin Nianqing. Qin Nianqing came close to him, kissed his cheek very quickly, and then said, "Brother, my other gift, is it you?"

After hearing this, Mu Qingji stood up straight, smiled lightly and stroked Qin Nianqing's cheek, his eyes deep as he said, "Of course, but you can only open this gift tomorrow, so, Guoguo, are you willing to wait a while?"

"Okay," Qin Nianqing nodded with a smile, then reached out and took Mu Qingji's hand, squeezed it and then let him go, then gave him the red rose in her arms, "But I need to receive guests now, so brother, please help me put it in my room, put it in the most conspicuous place, where I can see it when I open my eyes."

Mu Qingji nodded gently, then walked to Qin Younian with a red rose in his arms. Qin Younian watched the sweet interaction between the two young lovers for a long time. Although he felt a little sad, he still gave them more blessings. So when Mu Qingji came over, he nodded, patted his shoulder, and said in a non-distant manner, "Go."

Mu Qingji nodded, then gently pinched Qin Nianqing's cheek, then turned around and walked into the house with satisfaction, walking towards Qin Nianqing's room in the old house. They had known each other since childhood, and they had slept together in their respective rooms many times when they were young, so he knew very well where Qin Nianqing's room was.

Mu Qingji avoided the crowd and entered Qin Nianqing's room. His room was of a very warm style, with many warm colors, which made it hard to forget after one look.

Mu Qingji walked into the bedroom and placed the bouquet of red roses in his arms on Qin Nianqing's bedside table. On his bedside table there was a vase with red roses in it. The red roses in it were also given by him.

The little guy likes red roses. He has known this since he was a child, so every time I give him flowers, I will give him red roses, and he will cherish them very much and keep them in a vase until they wither naturally.

[Although this kind of withering is not as slow as the natural withering, it can at least be preserved for a period of time. I like them very much because they are gifts from my brother. ]

Qin Nianqing often says to Mu Qingji words that seem plain but are actually full of love. Mu Qingji loves his honesty, just like giving him red roses and boldly expressing his love for him.

After Mu Qingji put down the red rose, he walked to Qin Nianqing's desk, casually picked up a book on the table and started flipping through it. He didn't like socializing and entertaining very much. If it wasn't necessary, he would rather stay here, which was filled with the breath of the person he loved.

Mu Qingji was holding a philosophy book in his hand, with Qin Nianqing's annotations and handwriting on it. He stroked it gently and read it carefully several times before he was willing to turn to the next page. As soon as he turned the page, he found a photo.

The photo was of none other than Mu Qingji, and it was Mu Qingji during his student days. At that time, he was wearing a formal school uniform. He looked childish, cold and aloof, but there was a smile at the corners of his lips and in his eyes.

Because next to him, standing was the ten-year-old Candy wearing overalls, holding his hand tightly, his little face rosy and his smile very cute.

Mu Qingji looked at the photo and the corners of his lips rose unconsciously. He turned the photo over unconsciously and found a line of words on the back. It was Qin Nianqing's handwriting and it looked like an excerpt.

I enjoy the pure joy of white tea and have nothing else to do. I am waiting for the wind and also for you. I feel bored drinking sake alone. I am dreaming of flowers and also of you.