After hanging up the phone, Ye Zhou turned around and went to find An Youhe.
He took the girl's slender wrist.
The two walked along the roadside, and naturally, their fingers intertwined.
A cool breeze blows from the willow trees along the roadside.
"Today is your birthday, do you have any wishes? Today is your day.
The girl's pink lips parted slightly in surprise, "R-really?"
"real."
"I want, I want a kiss."
Ye Zhou chuckled. Is this girl a kissing maniac?
Do you keep wanting to kiss just because you find kissing fun?
If I take her to explore new continents after that, what will happen?
Ye Zhou raised an eyebrow in feigned helplessness, leaned down slightly, and brought his nose to the girl's.
"What do you want to do now? It's up to you."
If An Youhe were just a little bit more proactive, she could kiss the boy's thin lips.
An Youhe blinked her clear, doe-like eyes, unable to hide the flutter in her heart.
I closed my eyes and slowly approached those lips...
The phone rang again, interrupting the rosy atmosphere between the two.
Ye Zhou checked again, and it was still the same caller ID address.
If it's a pyramid scheme call, that's a bit annoying.
Ye Zhou turned around, walked a short distance away, leaned against a large tree, and impatiently answered the phone.
He was getting a little annoyed and was just about to teach these scammers a lesson when a woman's voice came from the other end of the phone.
It was Jiang Jiayan's voice.
"Ye Zhou, something's come up here, so I might not be able to go back for a while. My mom has hidden my passport and phone, which is making things a bit complicated. I don't speak English, so I only managed to sneak out today. But I'll be back as soon as possible." The voice on the other end sounded urgent.
Ye Zhou was surprised that Jiang Jiayan could still remember her phone number even after her phone and other belongings had been confiscated.
In his past life, he was the one who called Jiang Jiayan, and Jiang Jiayan's first words when she answered the phone were always "Who are you?" He didn't even have a proper nickname for her.
In this life, Jiang Jiayan actually remembers her own phone number!
"Ye Zhou, can you hear me?"
"Um."
Ye Zhou's thought was that it was best if he didn't come back.
He roughly understood that Jiang Jiayan's mother, Shen Man, had not actually been in a car accident; it was just a lie fabricated by Jiang Zhongtian and Shen Man to protect their daughter.
Judging from Jiang Jiayan's tone, she seemed unaware that her father had been sentenced to prison.
The voice on the other end of the phone was noticeably less anxious than before, and became more reassuring.
"Then, Ye Zhou, wait for me to come back... beep beep beep..."
Ye Zhou looked and saw that the call had been forcibly disconnected.
But Jiang Jiayan had already finished speaking.
Wait for her to come back?
Ye Zhou sneered and put his phone back in his pocket.
An Youhe, still standing there, looked at him anxiously: "Is there something urgent?"
Ye Zhou put on a gentle and carefree smile, and took the girl's soft hand again. "It's nothing, just an insignificant person."
An Youhe doesn't come to the city often, and since Ye Zhou had nothing to do, he took her for a stroll around.
By the time it was evening, the two of them arrived at Ye Zhou's apartment building.
The girl blushed and said, "Today is the best birthday I've ever had. Thank you."
Ye Zhou raised an eyebrow, thinking, "Did you think it was over so quickly?" (The girl...)
"Come up and have a seat."
"No, I'd better not bother you."
“My dad has already prepared dinner at this time. It won’t make a difference if you have an extra pair of chopsticks. You can save time cooking when you get back.”
Before An Youhe could speak, Ye Zhou had already skillfully taken her hand and taken her upstairs.
They pushed the girl to the door.
Ye Zhou leaned lazily against the railing at the edge of the corridor. "The door is open. Push it open."
An Youhe didn't quite understand, but she followed along anyway.
Push open the door.
"Bang!—"
"Bang bang bang!—"
The ribbons floated down.
When An Youhe saw the colorful lights and balloons, she was still in a daze.
Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you~ happy birthday to you.
Zhou Ping smiled as she put away the ribbon tube.
Something fell from above.
An Youhe looked up, but couldn't see anything.
It was Ye Zhou who put the birthday hat on her.
A deep, resonant voice sounded from above, "Youhe, happy nineteenth birthday."
Ye Fan called out, "Come and sit down, don't just stand there! Try the chef's cooking!"
An Youhe was led to sit at the dining table.
The table was laden with food, and there was a birthday cake with her name on it.
All three of them waited for the girl's next move.
He sat at the table, eagerly watching An Youhe.
This was also the first time Zhou Ping and Ye Fan had celebrated a birthday for someone outside their family of four, so everything was prepared with extra care.
Ye Zhou sat down next to the girl and for a moment thought she had crashed.
Until An Youhe reached out, pinched one of her cheeks, and pulled it outwards with force.
"It hurts so much, this isn't a dream."
An Youhe smiled foolishly.
Since her parents passed away, she has lived with her grandmother in the old house and has never had a proper birthday celebration.
Grandma didn't want to celebrate her birthday or remember that day.
The day after An Youhe's birthday was the day her parents passed away unexpectedly.
Although the two have no connection, my grandmother consulted a fortune teller, and the old Taoist priest said it was because her birth date was unlucky.
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