Chi Xueyan was stunned and remembered the last conversation between the two in the bathroom of the master bedroom.
He didn't forget what he had said, but he was a little surprised that He Qiao also remembered it, and he really mentioned it when he needed it.
Sure enough, he is a naked person.
"Yes, what do you want to cash out?" He also didn't forget to remind him again that he was really too lazy to learn, "except for cooking."
"It's not cooking." He Qiao said, "It's my birthday."
At close range, he looked at Chi Xueyan seriously: "I will tell my family how you will spend Christmas Eve."
On the first day of December, Chi Xueyan was reminded of the festival at the end of the month for the first time.
He was a little surprised, but not too unexpected.
In the eyes of outsiders, in the way they get along, He Qiao, who is more infatuated with him, will indeed put the bath water for his lover in advance every day, and Chi Xueyan, who does whatever he wants, will also decide how to spend his lover's birthday.
In the absence of outsiders, these lies do not need to be executed, and fiction is enough.
But He Qiao really did it and spent more energy beyond the agreement, so Chi Xueyan took the initiative to promise an additional detail as a return gift.
Now it's his turn to fulfill this promise.
It is a fair and reasonable exchange.
"Okay." Chi Xueyan did not raise any objection to him and said again, "Good night."
"Good night."
He Qiao, who got the answer, left the bathroom and gently closed the door of the master bedroom.
The snow flame of the pool sank relaxedly into the hot water at the right temperature.
The wet red hair was immersed in the transparent water and quietly dispersed.
He suddenly remembered that he had dyed his black hair red because of a little boy.
I have a sense of mission to become Santa Claus again.
This time it's during the real Christmas.
It's the first time to dye hair, and it's also the first time to arrange a birthday for another person.
It's very fresh and confusing.
Although birthdays may be the most special day of the year for most people, for Chi Xueyan, every day can be very special.
He is not interested in those ordinary arrangements at all - making cakes with his own hands, cooking for birthday people, going shopping and watching movies, lighting candles together at night, and opening gifts prepared in advance.
Chi Xueyan has never had such a routine birthday, unless he just wanted to feel the "ordinary" thing that year.
Even on his birthday, he often decides what to do on that day.
Because inspiration usually comes from unpredictable moments.
Moreover, this may also be a kind of familiar inheritance.
Their family of three has a very similar attitude towards this. There is no plan in advance, and they can only think about it at will.
Once on Han Zhenzhen's birthday, the family ran to the maternity hospital for a long time. There were babies quawling on the ground, and there were people laughing or crying everywhere in the corridor. A new life was born in hope.
Her eyes turned red, and the next second she smiled and sighed: Fortunately, when she was pregnant with snow flames, this beautiful baby was very good at birth and did not make her suffer too much.
Once on Chi Zhongyuan's birthday, they accompanied him to donate blood, but failed. They temporarily went to the supermarket to sweep snacks and sugar. Han Zhenzhen and Chi Xueyan pushed a shopping cart each, and they couldn't stop laughing all the way.
Because the tall and burly Chiyuan actually fainted, and only his own blood.
Chi Xueyan thought that this may subconsciously prompt his father to practice a good skill that has never been defeated, otherwise I'm afraid he will be doubled.
What kind of birthday will He Qiao like?
He doesn't know.
Because he doesn't know the real Heqiao at all.
He Qiao was blank in his heart, just like the annual summary document in the computer.
... I remembered this matter when I was empty again.
Why on earth do people have to write all kinds of endless reports?
Chi Xueyan had to force himself to withdraw his thoughts and think about He Qiao's birthday another day.
So his bath time is particularly short today.
After returning to the bedroom and lying down, Chi Xueyan even heard the sound of typing the keyboard in her dream.
One document is the annual report, and the other document is the birthday arrangement.
The things that bothered him suddenly became two things.
The second is like the year in December.
Chi Xueyan thought that the early winter he was about to experience would be the unhappiest time in his memory.
But this weekend, the two problems were solved at the same time.
As usual, he and He Qiao are both at home.
After lunch, Chi Xueyan planned to go out and visit the newly opened haunted house in the market alone.
When he got up from the table, He Qiao suddenly asked him, "Have you been in a bad mood recently?"
Chi Xueyan's steps stopped and looked back at him: "Is it obvious?"
In fact, his life has not changed much in appearance. He will still wait for Heqiao to get off work and be too lazy to drive. After getting used to it once, he has happened countless times, and the sofa in the office is very comfortable.
The relationship and dialogue between the two are as usual, because Chi Xueyan's most annoying thing is to write a report, not a birthday, and he will not vent his negative feelings to irrelevant people.
He Qiao nodded: "During this period, you rarely go to the window to see the scenery."
It's a meticulous angle that he didn't expect.
Chi Xueyan didn't think much about it and admitted cheerfully, "I'm tired of writing a year-end summary, and it's easy to think of it every time I'm distracted."
While walking out, he also explained the reason why he went out: "So I'm going to the haunted house to find inspiration."
When the words fell, He Qiao's gentle voice sounded behind him: "Do you want me to write it for you?"
Chi Xueyan suddenly stopped.
It's another offer that he can't refuse.
He Qiao likes to watch the news and often reads various work-related reports. Of course, he is more familiar with this kind of style.
Chi Xueyan gave up the idea of going out in an instant.
Moreover, suddenly, he had a trace of inspiration about his birthday.
He turned around and asked He Qiao, "Are you free this afternoon?"
He Qiao answered fluently: "I'll finish it before dinner."
The afternoon sun shines all over this colorful home.
He Qiao sat at the table and wrote the annual work summary of a children's dentist on the computer.
Chi Xueyan sat beside him and explained some proper nouns to him.
According to the current progress, it will be done in half an hour.
He Qiao is really better at writing this kind of thing than him.
The house is very quiet, with only the regular sound of typing. In the quiet passage of time, Chi Xueyan gradually gave birth to a rare feeling of youth.
Because this is a particularly familiar scenery to him.
It's just that the tool has been changed from the ballpoint pen in middle school to today's computer.
The people around him have also changed from a deskmate who can't remember his appearance for a long time to a long time, a lover of agreement now.
When I was a student, I often had to participate in various activities, and everyone had to submit their impressions afterwards.
Of course, Chi Xueyan knows what should be written in this kind of article.
But he doesn't want to write like that.
His real ideas are always marginal, and sometimes he is out of the way.
Therefore, Chi Xueyan reached a deal with his deskmate at that time. He solved all the problems he didn't understand for his deskmate, and his deskmate helped him write all the thoughts of such activities that needed to be submitted.
It's boring to write stereotyped rules, but it's quite fun to watch others write stereotyped rules.
Watching Heqiao write a work report in the tone of a children's dentist is much more interesting than watching the deskmate write the impressions of the exhibition without perspective.
The more focused He Qiao looked, the more Chi Xueyan wanted to talk to him about some inexplicable things.
Anyway, I'm almost done.
"Do you remember what I said last time to do the test?"
"Remember." He Qiao answered him and continued to type, "The ticket of the Song Club."
The day after Chi Xueyan mentioned it, He Qiao gave him the ticket to the paragraph singing club, which was one of the best seats in the venue.
"I think you should guess who I want to give it to." Chi Xueyan said, "In fact, the result is quite easy to guess. He confiscated it."
The sound of typing suddenly slowed down a little.
It seemed to take a few seconds for He Qiao to recover from the dentist's world and asked, "How did you give it to him?"
"Through Wang Shaojing." Chi Xueyan said, "I don't have Lu Siyi's contact method, but on the day of the lost and found, he added Lao Wang."
Speaking of this, he seemed to remember something interesting, with a smile on his eyebrows and eyes, and took the initiative to hand his mobile phone to He Qiao.
"I asked Lao Wang to give him the ticket in the name of winning the lottery, and the rest is up to you."
On the screen is the chat interface between Chi Xueyan and Wang Shaojing, which is stuck on a screenshot sent by each other.
He Qiao clicked on the screenshot, which was the dialogue between Wang Shaojing and Lu Siyi, and the latter had a long note.
[Graduate students who are not interested in horror movies: When is this lucky draw? Have I ever participated?]
[SCA Bar-Wang: ... You don't want it for free, I drew it from the friend list!]
[Graduate students who are not interested in horror movies: Thank you, no, the laboratory is very busy.]
[SCA Bar-Wang: This singer has been very popular recently. His songs are all over the street, and it's hard to get a ticket.]
[Graduate students who are not interested in horror movies: Sorry, I haven't heard of it. The laboratory is very busy. Is there anything else?]
At the bottom is a string of ellipsis sent by Wang Shaojing and a kowtowing emoticon of "Excuse me".
After reading the screenshot, He Qiao heard Chi Xueyan smile and said, "After he told me, I joked with him and asked him if he could try to drag people to the scene of the Song Club again."
"Lao Wang sent a lot of ellipsises and asked me why I was doing this."
"I said," he paused, "I want to see if the fortune teller's prediction is right."
The innocent fortune-trok another blame.
So Chi Xueyan said happily, "Then Lao Wang specially sent a voice message and told me to get out of here loudly."
"I think he may want to curse every time he hears the word fortune-telling in the future."
When Chi Xueyan told the story, he laughed so hard that his eyes were full of the afternoon sunshine, and He Qiao also laughed.
The cold wind blows through the Morandi green window frame, and winter and spring are intertwined here.
He Qiao remembered the only pending detail: "What about the ticket?"
"Lao Wang gave it to a bar regular. She used to like Duan Ruo's songs. Later, she graduated and worked, so she didn't have time to pay attention to these. She just knew that he was coming back with a new name."
Chi Xueyan said, "It's also an old fan. It's in line with the theme of this song club, right?"
"Hmm." He Qiao responded, "This ticket went to the right person."
It seems to be a perfect ending.
The last period is dropped in the document at the same time.
He Qiao pushed the computer back a little and reminded, "It's done."
In a moment of silence, Chi Xueyan heard what he said. She first put down the annual summary of the final completion and asked him, "Do you think their meeting is wrong?"
These are obviously the two protagonists in the novel.
After finding that the trajectory between the two of them is getting farther and farther, and may even never intersect again, Chi Xueyan once sighed that he really had a little villain talent.
This time, he didn't do anything, and inexplicably separated a pair of protagonists who should have loved each other.
He Qiao was silent for a moment before answering him: "Maybe they don't think so in the book, but in my opinion, yes."
He skipped Lu Siyi's part and only mentioned another protagonist: "Duan Ruo should have liked someone else at first, but later, he gave up this kind of love himself."
This is a detail that Chi Xueyan didn't know before. He was a little shocked and soon realized who the other person was referring to: "He Xiao?"
He Qiao nodded gently.
Chi Xueyan also understood the reason behind it in an instant.
The difference between people is a kind of magnet-like attraction.
And similarity is also an attraction.
The talented singer who was betrayed by his once trusted partner was not lucky enough to come back earlier. He has been wandering in the book for too long. It was a long and unbeable darkness. Without a person who knows it first-to-face, he can't really empathiate.
There is also He Xiao, who has also experienced a long darkness and is still in the dark, who has never walked out of childhood memories.
The former may still believe in love, but has lost the innocence and courage of flying to the fire.
The latter has lost the ability to handle any kind of love correctly.
Chi Xueyan thought quietly for a long time and asked He Qiao, "Do they really like each other?"
He is asking the two protagonists.
He Qiao answered him in the most objective way: "They don't seem to be the personalities who will force themselves to be given up."
Love is not a once-in-a-lifetime emotion.
They do like the people around them.
It is true that I have regrets for people who are no longer around that maybe even I have not noticed.
This is a regret that only has a lifetime, and it is difficult to undo after missing it.
Chi Xueyan understood what he meant and sighed softly, "It seems that there are always many regrets in life."
"What a sad book." He said, "Everyone can't have the purest happiness, even if it looks like it should be happy."
After saying that, Chi Xueyan stared at the computer screen in front of him, which was still on, and smiled with clear and bright eyes.
"But I have no regrets - at least in this year."
The annual report that troubled him for a week was completely solved.
He can continue to enjoy the coming winter.
Chi Xueyan put down her mood about the novel and asked the people around her about the more within reach of reality: "What kind of birthday do you like?"
"Unexpected." He Qiao didn't hesitate much, as if he had prepared the answer long ago. "And, what you like."
Hearing this, Chi Xueyan said joculingly, "It sounds very difficult."
He Qiao said, "It's also more like the arrangement you will make."
So the red-haired young man sitting opposite nodded, calmly admitted his judgment of himself, and simply said, "I will arrange it."
The peaceful afternoon outside the window began to gradually transition to a beautiful dusk.
He Qiao heard the sound of something gently falling to the ground in his heart.
He still didn't move and simply imitated the other party's sentence: "I will look forward to it."
Chi Xueyan is an unpredictable person who often does unexpected things.
But in a sense, he is also a simple person.
All his emotions are written in his actions and never covered up.
I don't go to the window to see the scenery anymore because I have something on my mind.
I don't ask how to spend my birthday because I don't care.
During this period, He Qiao actually clearly felt the change in Chi Xueyan's attitude towards him.
Under this change, the two people's private relationship became more and more natural, like friends who appreciate each other and know each other, without deliberately moving away and drawing a clear line.
But compared with before the wedding, the biggest difference is that Chi Xueyan will not take the initiative to do anything.
For example, he took the initiative to participate in the adventure of the typhoon night and asked about his past experience.
There is only ordinary getting along within the boundaries of friends, and there are also some compromises naturally contained in the marriage by agreement.
Chi Xueyan won't ask about the birthday arrangements and plans. Anyway, she will cooperate no matter what.
They will not take the initiative to propose how to celebrate birthdays and Christmas Eve, which obviously requires a more intimate relationship.
The window in his heart was closed for a long time.
Even if it appears by the window, it is through the glass and can't touch the wind.
Even if the window is full of roses, he will not walk into the wind.
Chi Xueyan acquieced that the window would not open again, and abandoned his curiosity about the wind itself, and no longer asked some important questions that would change each other's relationship.
Because he was warned by the story about the future.
This is a warning from the wind in itself.
Strange fate.
But at least, it is a regret that can be made up for.
The wind doesn't want to open the glass window with abrupt destruction.
He wants to use a softer way, such as masing a wish.
He Qiao knew that Chi Xueyan would earnestly fulfill some wishes.
Especially the eccentric and sincere wishes.
It's like dyeing his black hair into crimson without saying a word for a little boy who met in the clinic and believed in the setting of cartoons.
Such a dazzling hair color is more in line with his name and personality, and also in the season when snowflakes will decorate the tips of his hair.
The smell of winter is getting stronger.
The problem of the annual report was solved, and Chi Xueyan began to reappear in the office window.
He continued to look around, looking at the clouds and trees, the road and the window, the wind and the balloon man.
For Heqiao, this is a new scenery.
Because he guessed that there was a new thought in these seemingly ordinary views.
It is related to Christmas Eve.
It is also related to him.
This is an imagination that will make people who are in unrequited love feel very happy.
December is gradually coming to an end. Shops on Maple Leaf Road have pasted shiny snowflakes and smiling Santa Claus stickers on the glass windows one after another.
Tonight is Christmas Eve.
In the early morning, He Qiao walked out of the room. The house was very quiet, and Chi Xueyan had already gone out.
Until he said good night to each other yesterday, Chi Xueyan didn't mention tomorrow's arrangements to him. Everything was as usual.
So He Qiao was not surprised at this moment.
That was his wish, an unexpected birthday.
There is a pair of shoes missing from the porch, but there are more things on the sofa in the living room.
A set of casually folded clothes with a note sandwiched inside.
He Qiao picked up the note, and a smile quickly flashed in his eyes.
This is the second note he will carefully treasure.
Half an hour later, He Qiao appeared at the agreed place on the note.
A busy intersection, surrounded by wide roads, is full of the sound of car motors and horns.
Chi Xueyan seems to have just arrived.
He wore a black hat and stood across the road with a bag in his hand, which looked like breakfast.
This is the first time He Qiao has seen him wearing a hat.
He Qiao did not wear a white shirt and a black coat that had not changed for ten thousand years since he took over the company, but wore the clothes that Chi Xueyan had picked up on the sofa in advance.
Light gray sweatshirt, dark coffee coat, more blurred and soft colors.
It's similar to the style of the clothes he wears today.
Seeing that he arrived on time, Chi Xueyan took the initiative to raise her hand, as if signaling him to come over.
But Heqiao was distracted and failed to respond in time, and forgot to take steps.
He just watched it very much.
Seeing that he didn't move for a long time, the man in the hat was too lazy to cross the road and didn't bother to speak loudly, so he just took out his mobile phone.
The sun was so strong that He Qiao couldn't see Chi Xueyan's expression covered by the brim of his hat, but he heard the bell ringing gently in his coat pocket.
Under the shadow of the sky and clouds, the flowing crowd has become an unreal dream. Among them, there is only a clear figure, which is outlined in a small shape by the bright light. In this bustling and empty world.
He was standing across the road, holding his mobile phone and staring here, and the traffic light beside him kept flashing.
The black brim is lowered, and the crimson hair and looming snowflake earrings can still be seen.
At this moment, He Qiao suddenly wanted to hug him.
He seems to want to hug him more than kiss him.
The phone was connected, and the voice of Chi Xueyan sounded in my ear, with a clear smile.
"Come here and take you on an adventure."