Seeing the messy cream lines on his handsome facial features, which were no longer as neat and clean as when he came, Zhuomian finally stopped.
Back then, she should have picked up the cake and thrown it at him.
She had never treated her own birthday so grandly, but she prepared and paid for someone who was not worthy.
Shi Wang saw that she had stopped smashing the things, and instead asked softly, "Not smashing them anymore?"
Xiaomen smiled gently and said, "Sorry, I've never had cake on my birthday since I was a child, so I've never played the cream spreading game. I couldn't control myself and got a little excited."
Shi Wang suddenly asked, "When is your birthday?"
Zhumian frowned slightly, not expecting him to ask this suddenly: "December 31st."
Shi Wang seemed calm. He took off his stained coat and went to the bathroom to wash his face and the ends of his hair that were stained with cream. When he came back, his short black hair was slightly wet. He brushed all his hair back, revealing his smooth forehead, which was in line with the curves of his brow bones and nose, and exuded a sense of ambiguity.
Zhu Mian had never seen him so good-tempered. When she came to her senses, she suddenly realized that he could have ignored the things she did unconsciously, but he had always tolerated them in his condescending manner.
Perhaps it is because she is no longer the same day sleeper who is just like everyone else.
Shi Wang's voice was low: "Why was the cake just now ruined?"
Zhumian lowered his eyes: "It's not mounted well."
Shi Wang hummed, "Let me frame it next."
Zhuomian didn't respond to him. She was silent for a moment, picked up the cup of Yansha and took a sip.
The taste is just right, just like what I drink at home.
But she took one sip and put it down.
It turned out that he was like this to ordinary friends, but at that time he was so contemptuous of her.
When Shi Wang saw her drinking, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.
He started kneading the dough again, adding rice flour and eggs according to the instructions. Zhuomian sat opposite him and watched him. Even when he was baking, his movements were very graceful and there was no sign of panic.
He may not be very good at it, but he is focused on his work. Like many years ago, he will choose one thing and do it to the extreme.
If I hadn't watched him decorating flowers, I would have forgotten about my daytime nap. He is also very good at oil painting, and there is a subject in oil painting called scraper painting. The method of painting with a scraper is very similar to decorating flowers.
In the past, she would always deliberately pass by the art gallery because there was an oil painting of his hanging there. She still remembered that the painting was of the god Nagasos. However, she had not expected that when fate arranged for him to play the role of Nagasos by such a coincidence, it would be the time when she was completely discouraged.
Thinking about it now, it was a long, long time ago.
Suddenly, Xiaomian asked, "Do you know Nagassos?"
Shi Wang raised his eyes to look at her and stopped moving: "Nagasos, the God of Water Narcissus?"
Zhumian hummed softly and said word by word, "That's the extremely narcissistic Water Fairy God. He was so narcissistic that he fell in love with me but couldn't embrace and love me, so he died of lovesickness."
Shi Wang looked at her. The neon lights of the night outside dyed her hair. She seemed to be standing in the light. Shi Wang replied softly, "I've heard of it."
Xiaomian suddenly laughed. "I remember there was a play called Nagasos. It wasn't performed very often, and hardly anyone performed it. I wonder how narcissistic and arrogant someone must be to perform it so well and get the whole house applauding."
Shi Wang pondered for a moment and then spoke, "This play actually has quite a few flaws. It's written using the Western principle of the Three Unities, which stipulates that there can only be one storyline, the story cannot take place over more than one day, and there can only be one location. The characters are relatively flat, and far less rich than in the play Venus. It's really not easy to portray the spirit of Nagasos."
There was no smile in Zhuomian's eyes. She just looked at him calmly, watching him comment on the drama without any emotion, but without remembering the harm he had caused to others in this play.
She suddenly felt a handful of cream, walked over and smeared it on Shi Wang's face.
Zhuo Mian's movements were quick and decisive, leaving her with almost no time to react. They were even a bit like a slap in the face. His warm fingertips only brushed past her for a moment, but Shi Wang's breathing slowed down for a second, and he looked at her greedily for a moment.
His voice was hoarse: "What's wrong?"
Zhuomian's tone was as if he was joking: "It's a bit uncomfortable to see your face so clean."
Shi Wang was not angry: "Yeah."
Xiao Mian lowered her eyes to look at the cake he was decorating: "Don't decorate it so well."
Shi Wang casually asked, "Why?"
The tone of daytime sleep is like the thorn of a rose, still romantic but with the danger of the night, but nonchalantly: "If the mounting is too good, I can't use it to hit you."
Shi Wang failed to realize that every word she said was full of thorns. He thought she was joking with him and responded casually, "Okay."
He was using a scraper to scrape out petals, placing them on a turntable and gathering them into the shape of flowers.
But as Zhuomian watched him frame the painting step by step, he felt more and more ironic.
What he framed was a painting of moon-growing flowers.
The pale blue flower cups come alive as they gaze at the moon, representing danger, romance, decadence, and ambiguity.
There was a moment of enlightenment during my daytime nap.
She had also painted a timedial on the cake.
Now the situation has changed and she is no longer the one who needs to please the other person.
They were just friends, but he could be so nice to her.
But the memory of the clock is still cruel.
On her birthday, Shi Wang once climbed up the clock tower and rang the clock for another girl, which was not supposed to ring at nine o'clock.
The whole school was in an uproar and everyone was shocked.
Just because the girl was born at nine o'clock, the same birthday as her.
Or maybe, Shi Wang wanted the girl to remember who the clock was tolling for her this time.
It is the time of delusion.
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