Chapter 60
"Sir, which hairpin should I wear?"
The stylist held a tray with various gold and jade hairpins on it.
In the dressing mirror, Wen Cishu was wearing a plain and elegant Chinese-style apricot-white gown with double-sided fabric and an elegant dark green lining. He chose a dark green carved jade hairpin.
In the afternoon, a professional styling team and photographer came to the house.
Wen Cishu learned that it was specially arranged to record his birthday today.
It just so happened that both his parents and elders were there, and Wen Cishu thought about taking some photos of the three generations together, so he carefully chose his clothes and styled himself.
When Bo Yiming jumped in, he almost didn't recognize his little dad.
Wen Cishu's hair is long and thick, and she usually lets it down casually or ties it into a loose bun at the back of her neck.
Today he had his hair permed into curls, which he fixed with a black jade hairpin at the back of his head. The curly curves from his forehead to his temples further highlighted his handsome face.
In the makeup mirror, Wen Cishu blinked and actually saw the little monkey approaching with a funny and sticky look in his steps. "Yiming, this look of Dad doesn't look good anymore, does it?"
"Of course not!" Bo Yiming rushed to his father's side and when he was embraced, he couldn't help but whisper, "Mommy~~~"
The stylist was a little surprised, but he didn't show it on his face.
Wen Cishu smiled and rubbed his hair: "Okay, let's go see what surprise your big father has prepared for me."
"Oh!" Bo Yiming suddenly looked up, "Little dad, can you cover your eyes? I'll lead you over."
"OK."
Wen Cishu said, closing his eyes, "Is that so?"
"No." Bo Yiming stood up straight and looked around for something suitable.
The stylist took out a dark green ribbon that matched the clothes and asked, "Is this okay?"
"Okay!" Bo Yiming took it, touched the fabric, and made sure it was smooth and soft before he stood on tiptoe to put it on his little father's eyes.
Wen Cishu can feel that the fabric is the same as his own clothes
The ribbon slid down, and he reached out and pressed it at the end of his eyes, reminding: "Yiming, it's too loose."
"Oh." Bo Yiming didn't dare to use too much force, fearing that his father would feel uncomfortable, and also afraid of knocking off the beautiful bun. "How about this?"
Wen Cishu's lips curved up, and he took the opportunity to pinch the ribbon: "I'll do it myself."
He lowered his head slightly, and with both hands he wound the ribbon around his bun, quickly tying it into a bow, shaking his head to make sure it wouldn't fall off. "alright."
He waved his hands in front of him and said, "Yiming, Daddy really can't see. You have to hold on to Daddy, or you might fall."
It would be really funny if you fall down in your own home during your birthday.
Wen Cishu didn't hear the little monkey's response, "Yiming?"
The room seemed to be empty in an instant, with only him left. He could not sense the presence of the child or anyone else.
"Um?"
After all, he was in his own home, so Wen Cishu naturally wasn't scared. He just thought it was a kid playing a joke on him, so he reached out to grab it deliberately, "Little idiot?"
My fingers suddenly fell into a large, warm palm, which was so familiar.
Wen Cishu was stunned for a moment, and when he tried to grab the thing covering his eyes with his other hand, it was quickly held tightly.
He called softly: "Bo Tingyuan?"
Without vision, hearing and smell suddenly become stronger.
Every time Wen Cishu took a breath, he could smell the scent of Bo Tingyuan in the air.
He sensed the other person approaching step by step and slowly raised his face.
The black hair fell, revealing the fair white profile completely, just like when the clouds clear and the moon shines, which is heart-pounding.
He knew that everyone in the room must have been asked to leave by Bo Tingyuan.
Along with the little monkey.
Just as I was thinking this, a finger landed on my earlobe and rubbed along my jawline inch by inch.
When the finger rested on the tip of his chin, his breathing stopped and his lips parted slightly.
She slid her fingers upwards, pressing the backs of her fingers between his plump, red lips.
Wen Cishu couldn't help but let the hot air from his lips fall onto his fingers. He even pursed his lips instinctively, as if he was actively holding his fingers in his mouth.
In the mirror, his demanding appearance was like a blooming pure white magnolia, trembling in the wind and rain, weak and moving.
"Big Daddy?"
The young man's voice sounded like the ringing of a bell in a temple, crushing the hidden love between the two.
Wen Cishu was the first to withdraw, quickly turning away with his face slightly lowered.
As her hair sways, the two dark green ribbons tied behind her head also sway gently, looking elegant and charming.
Just as he was about to speak, he felt a pair of arms holding him up.
He moved his legs slightly: "Bo Tingyuan, if you don't speak I will..."
He didn't think of anything to threaten him with for a moment, so he just said angrily, "I won't talk to you anymore."
As soon as I finished speaking, my lips felt hot.
It was just a brief touch, and then I heard Bo Tingyuan's low and sexy voice.
【hold me. 】
Wen Cishu thought to himself, will I hug you if you let me?
Never mind, just give me a hug.
He put his arms around his shoulders and leaned against them.
The two walked out.
Bo Yiming saw the little father being held and thought it was a great idea. "Okay, little daddy, let's go."
Wen Cishu reached out to the source of the sound, "Baby, give me your hand."
Bo Yiming put his hand on it with great joy, and when his little father held his hand tightly, he grinned.
The family of three walked through the corridor and headed towards the more secluded side house.
The entire photography team and stylists had never seen such a well-matched couple before. The pictures of the three of them were so harmonious that they seemed like scenes from a movie.
Finally arrived.
Wen Cishu heard his parents talking and asked Bo Tingyuan to put him down. "Can I take it off now?"
"Let me do it." Bo Tingyuan raised his hand and gently took off the ribbon.
Wen Cishu slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was a satin screen shimmering with golden light in the sunlight.
The velvety red roses are arranged in a crescent shape, swaying fragrantly in the warm afternoon breeze.
He looked at Bo Tingyuan with some surprise, then walked forward slowly. Around the screen, he came to a courtyard that looked like a sea of red roses.
The roses seem to grow naturally on this land, and the wall railings that "grow" on them with extremely vigorous vitality look like they are paved with huge rose silk from a distance.
Simple and elegant small lanterns are dotted around like stars.
In the center of the courtyard are carefully arranged dining tables and chairs, with flower petals spread out and ribbons floating, everything is grand and exquisite.
At night, when the lights are turned on, the whole family celebrates the birthday happily. What a beautiful and romantic picture it would be.
Bo Tingyuan said at the right moment: "Yiming designed it for you."
"No way." Bo Yiming was not "conceited" at all. "The roses were Big Dad's idea."
"Really?" Wen Cishu vaguely remembered that in the past, during festivals, probably days like Valentine's Day, there would always be a bouquet of red roses in the room.
Looking closely today, they all seem to be the same.
Warm and full flower shape, rich and fragrant aroma, and bold and vibrant vitality.
Wen Cishu held Bo Tingyuan's hand, squeezed it hard, and said softly: "I like it very much, thank you."
He looked at the little monkey again and ruffled his hair, "Dad is very touched, thank you Yiming."
"Come and take a photo."
Li Yun smiled and greeted, "Everyone is here today, let's take a few more photos so I can take them back and put them in a frame as a souvenir."
"Yes, yes." Wen Minghui also nodded.
The couple looked at the family of three and were naturally very pleased. They smiled and took photos.
The photographer has taken many family photos, and this one was probably the easiest.
It seems that God has chosen this special day as well, sending the most perfect weather and coating everything with a layer of golden light.
After taking the family photo, Wen Cishu held Bo Tingyuan's hand and said, "Can we take two photos separately?"
He didn't know what the future would be like, he just wanted to preserve the most beautiful and harmonious moment of today.
Bo Tingyuan lowered his eyes and looked at his hand, which was slowly being held tightly by Wen Cishu.
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After taking the photos, the lanterns in the courtyard were lit, and tonight's small family dinner officially began.
Several elders chatted and laughed, and then teased their grandchildren.
There were a few bottles of good wine on the table, and the aroma was intoxicating.
Bo Tingyuan doesn't drink, but he pours wine and tea for his elders from time to time, doing all the things that a younger generation should do.
Wen Cishu was sitting next to him and would occasionally notice the glances he cast at him.
He sipped the freshly squeezed juice and thought slowly: Bo Tingyuan's temperament is really full of contradictions.
Compared to his handsome appearance, Bo Tingyuan must be imperfect.
His eyebrows were too thick, covering his eyes, making him look sharp and gloomy.
The dark green eyes were deep and mysterious, as frightening as a bottomless whirlpool.
Wen Cishu placed his fingertips on the rim of the cup, and his fingertips slowly rubbed and rotated as his thoughts progressed.
On the table, there were the sounds of Wen Minghui and Bo Tingyuan chatting about company affairs, and Bo Tingyuan's slow and leisurely voice answering.
But to Wen Cishu, all these sounds became very far away, just a warm and mixed background sound.
During the chat, when Bo Tingyuan's green eyes looked at him, Wen Cishu felt an impulse in his heart.
——He wanted to hug him, or be held tightly in his strong arms.
But the elders and children were all there, still talking about serious matters.
Wen Cishu lowered his eyes silently, feeling that his unreasonable desire was somewhat absurd.
Bo Tingyuan saw the shyness between his brows when he lowered his eyes.
He raised his hand, inserted it into the collar of his shirt, and pulled it out.
This brand new shirt is naturally the perfect size.
However, the shirt was personally selected by Wen Cishu, so it became an airtight net covering every inch of his skin, especially at this moment, unexpectedly making him feel a bone-chilling restlessness.
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When Uncle Xu brought the cake, Wen Cishu was as happy as a child: "Wow, I can blow out the candles now."
There was only one beautiful candle on the cake.
He was about to blow the whistle when the little monkey stopped him.
Bo Yiming was very concerned about the birthday process: "Little dad, you have to make a wish first."
Wen Cishu cooperated by clasping his hands together and slowly looking over his family.
He suddenly remembered something his grandmother, who was still alive, said many years ago.
She said that people live their lives in reverse order, one day lived one day less.
This is especially true for birthdays. There is only one birthday for every age, but as you get older, the number of birthdays you can celebrate becomes fewer and fewer.
Wen Cishu closed his eyes and made a beautiful wish of "peace and reunion".
Bo Tingyuan looked at him quietly. The candlelight shone on his face, forming dazzling spots of light, which brought him back to the stunning glimpse he had in a square in Paris many years ago.
Wen Cishu opened his eyes, smiled and blew out the candle.
A beautiful little round cake that can be cut into six pieces.
Wen Cishu specially handed the book to the three elders with both hands, then gave one copy to the kid, and finally to Bo Tingyuan.
Although it was bustling at the moment, Bo Tingyuan gave him an illusion of being away.
He leaned his shoulder over to him, took his right hand under the table and rubbed it, just like he usually cared about him, and said softly with concern: "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
In the dim light of the moon and lanterns, Bo Tingyuan's left hand was clenched into a fist, with veins bulging on the back of his hand.
But his right hand still gently held Wen Cishu's hand, stroking it gently with his fingertips, "No, eat the cake."
Wen Cishu didn't believe it.
Because he did see that Bo Tingyuan's eyes were extremely obscure, even a little explicit.
——Bo Tingyuan was not feeling well, but he just didn’t want to spoil the fun.
Wen Cishu considerately leaned close to his ear and coaxed him in a gentle tone: "I'll hug you in a moment, no rush."
Hearing this, Bo Tingyuan's brows not only did not relax, but instead they furrowed even more deeply.
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