Chapter 72 Mr. Su’s Birthday
Zhou Cheng's recent stay in Xinghai felt like heaven, and he'd noticeably gained a bit of weight. The only thing that was bothering him was that, for some reason, the sight of Su Qingyan had recently given him such a frenzy that he couldn't suppress it. It was like being in adolescence again, with a single glance making him stand and salute. But the good news was that after much adjustment, he and Su Qingyan had finally begun to click, achieving a profound harmony in their lives.
The fifth day of the Lunar New Year happened to be Valentine's Day, which was also Su Qingyan's birthday. This birthday was personally chosen by his overly romantic mother. In order to have her son born on Valentine's Day, she went to the hospital for a cesarean section two weeks before her due date.
"Happy birthday." As soon as midnight arrived, Zhou Cheng sent birthday wishes on time.
"It's already early morning?" Su Qingyan had no time to think about these things and asked dizzily.
"Just arrived." Zhou Cheng turned over and picked him up.
"Birthday is not important. Today is the day to welcome the God of Wealth..." Su Qingyan said with a forced clarity of mind.
"Little money-grubber." Zhou Cheng looked at his bitten lower lip and stretched out his finger. "Don't bite yourself, it hurts."
Su Qingyan was awakened by the sound of firecrackers early in the morning. He was in no mood to get up today, so he immediately got out of bed, washed, dressed, and went to the restaurant.
Zhou Cheng was having breakfast and didn't expect Su Qingyan to come so early today.
"Please bring the longevity noodles." Mrs. Su turned to her aunt and said.
"Welcome the God of Wealth, Mom." Su Qingyan sat next to Zhou Cheng. "Do you have any firecrackers? I want to set off 10,000 firecrackers."
"Your father has been released just now and is still outside...play after dinner!" Mrs. Su saw Su Qingyan was about to go out and hurriedly stopped him.
"I'll be back soon, no delay." Su Qingyan not only ran out by himself, but also pulled Zhou Cheng with him.
At noon, Su Qingyan and Zhou Cheng went to a Thai restaurant together.
"I used to enjoy celebrating my birthday, but things are different now... I'll be 25 soon..." After sitting down, Su Qingyan started muttering to Zhou Cheng.
"What's wrong with 25?" Zhou Cheng was a little confused when he heard his words.
"Life is like a Christmas tree. It becomes less and less useful after 25." Su Qingyan sighed.
"So I've already passed my expiration date?" Zhou Cheng smiled.
"You have eaten the ginseng fruit and will be immortal." Su Qingyan held his cheek and tilted his head to look at Zhou Cheng.
"Am I an old monster?" Zhou Cheng poured Su Qingyan a cup of Thai milk tea.
"Nonsense."
"This is for you." Zhou Cheng took out a small box from his pocket.
"A birthday present?" Su Qingyan immediately sat up straight.
"Well, see if you like it." Zhou Cheng was still a little nervous. After all, Su Qingyan had everything he needed, so it was really hard to choose a gift.
Su Qingyan opened the box nervously and excitedly.
"pen?"
He picked it up and took a look. It was a fountain pen from a very famous brand. He opened the cap and saw SQY engraved in cursive on the nib, with a sapphire on top.
"I like it." Su Qingyan wanted to put the pen into his shirt pocket.
"Wait, it has a... um, mechanism?" Zhou Cheng took the pen, pulled out the tail of the pen, and a knife about 10 centimeters long popped out.
"Huh?" Su Qingyan felt curious and took the pen back.
"Be careful, don't scratch yourself." Zhou Cheng said worriedly.
"How did this happen? When did this brand release this type of pen? Aren't switchblades banned?" Su Qingyan asked a series of questions.
"I asked someone to modify it." Zhou Cheng answered truthfully.
"Do you know such a genius?" Su Qingyan really didn't expect that Zhou Cheng, who was usually strict and old-fashioned, would have any connection with this circle.
Zhou Cheng certainly didn't know this kind of genius, but Zhao Luo was familiar with this matter. Zhou Cheng was still in the United States when this custom-made pen arrived. It was originally an ordinary pen, but later they were attacked. Zhou Cheng felt that Su Qingyan was not absolutely safe at ordinary times, so he wanted him to carry a small item for self-defense. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he remembered that Zhao Luo had once shown off his modified drumsticks to him. He immediately remotely controlled Zhao Luo to pick up the pen and then sent it for modification. After the modification master got this pen worth tens of thousands of yuan, he really didn't dare to start. After Zhao Luo repeatedly assured him, he began to disassemble it.
"Why did you think of giving me this?" Su Qingyan studied it for a while before asking Zhou Cheng.
"It's for self-defense, and it's not conspicuous." Zhou Cheng saw that Su Qingyan quickly got the hang of it, skillfully put away the knife, and put the pen in his shirt pocket.
"Zhou Cheng, why are you so likable?" Su Qingyan took Zhou Cheng's hand and pointed at the small mole on his finger.
In the evening, Zhou Cheng went to a small border town with Su Qingyan's family. This kind of town, which is brightly lit at night and has ethnic minority characteristics, has been very popular on social media recently. However, the car bypassed the bustling town and came to the foot of the mountain not far away.
After getting off the car, Zhou Cheng looked up at the mountain. The pavilions and towers were decorated with lights. After tourists walked along the river here, they were told that the mountain was not open to the public today and were stopped outside the mountain gate.
"Is this mountain also yours?" Zhou Cheng asked Su Qingyan in a low voice.
"Be bolder, the entire Xinghai belongs to me." Su Qingyan also whispered to him.
"It's rare for Xiaoyan to celebrate his birthday at home. This morning, your father asked the abbot on the mountain to get a peace amulet for you. We'll go get it later." Mrs. Su said to them with a smile.
The group was led to the elevator that went directly to the top of the mountain. Zhou Cheng stood in the elevator and watched the crowd shrinking rapidly. In a few seconds, the whole town came into view.
The elevator reached the top of the mountain, and the group stepped out and turned a corner. Before them appeared a towering stone wall, a natural barrier that stood before them. Carved into the stone wall were Buddha statues, each one lifelike and arranged in a staggered pattern.
These Buddha statues are either majestic and solemn, or compassionate and merciful. Standing in front of the stone wall, Zhou Cheng seemed to be able to hear the whispers of the Buddha statues, and a feeling of awe and piety welled up in his heart.
"My dad likes this tune. If you feel uncomfortable, don't watch it." Su Qingyan whispered in Zhou Cheng's ear.
"No, it's quite spectacular."
Zhou Cheng was not complimenting, he truly thought the stone carving was exquisite. Many people might have gigantic fears, but Zhou Cheng liked it very much. In this regard, he actually connected with Director Su.
After getting the amulet from the temple, they arrived at an antique-style building. Zhou Cheng kept thinking about the phrase "a pool of wine and a forest of meat" in his mind. Su Chonglin had built this place based on the Lutai Tower, a perfect example of an emperor's life.
Along the water's edge, fawns and red-crowned cranes strolled leisurely. The fawns were lithe and graceful, sometimes looking down for food, sometimes looking up. The red-crowned cranes, on the other hand, appeared even more elegant and dignified, some dancing gracefully, others strolling leisurely. Su Qingyan, who didn't come here often, marveled at the sight.
The dinner was originally scheduled to be held in the Zhaixing Pavilion, but Su Qingyan became interested in the newly built pleasure boat by the water, and the waiters quickly set the table and served the dishes in the pleasure boat.
"Last time I said I was the one who arranged your birthday, but you didn't even give me a chance." Zhou Cheng gossiped to Su Qingyan again.
"There are so many festivals, maybe next time." Su Qingyan held the railing and looked at the koi in the water.
Zhou Cheng gently stroked the beast-face pattern on the railing, which was baring its fangs and claws, as if it wanted to devour everything. He wanted to say something, but Mrs. Su called him over to eat.
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