Chi Guang

Chapter 19 Happy Birthday, Brother Shihai

Xu Chichuan looked around at the door of the bedroom, feeling awkward and at a loss.

The gap between the black and white wallpaper hits the retina at first glance, a touch of deep water && tide,} group (& team blue is facing the bed straightly, the bay window is clear and clean, and the dark blue curtains tightly cover the glass without leaking a single gap, The bedding is also all gray, except for the bathroom, the room is only about [-] square meters. In addition to the wardrobe and computer desk, there is also a small refrigerator. The whole room is filled with the smell of Mu Shihai—the smell of wood fragrance mixed with shower gel. The trash can fell on the ground, picked up the jacket and trousers scattered on the ground, and folded them neatly. There was a click behind him, and the door opened. Mu Shihai leaned against the door: "Why did you come up?"

"It's too noisy down there. Did you eat your cake?"

"Didn't eat," Mu Shihai sat down on the bed, patted the seat next to him and motioned him to sit over: "I don't like to eat."

"what……"

"what happened?"

Xu Chichuan pointed to the box on the table: "Then you may not like my gift, but... you should open it and have a look. There are other things you don't like."

The ribbons and decorations were peeling off layer by layer, Xu Chichuan felt his heart beating faster and swallowing, the moment the box was opened, his heart was in his throat——

Mu Shihai stared at the cake without moving.

The ice cream mousse is surrounded by a circle of red strawberries, the fragrance of the fruit mixed with the aroma of cocoa is tangy, the cake surface is rich in white cream, and the lifelike patterns come to life——

Xu Chichuan drew a Q version of him, and a small person next to him was looking at him with a smile on his face, and the two small dimples on his chubby face were particularly obvious.On the two villains, the beautiful thin golden body outlines a blessing with a few strokes:

祝，

Brother Shi Hai, happy birthday.

"You..." Mu Shihai was a little startled: "Is this why you stole the leave at noon?"

"That's not stealing," Xu Chichuan thrust his waist, with a straight face: "That's called taking." The candles were lit and inserted on the cake, exactly sixteen neatly, and he turned off the lights and urged Mu Shihai to make a wish: "Make another wish." , Say twice the efficacious point."

In the dark and dim bedroom, a pair of shadows were reflected by the swaying candles. Mu Shihai closed his eyes and made his first birthday wish.Opening his eyes and looking at each other, Xu Chichuan smiled gently at him, "Happy birthday, brother Shi Hai."

The two heads got closer, and Mu Shihai dug out a large piece of cake. The cream was dense and melted in his mouth, and the strawberry sweet and sour cake was soft. Xu Chichuan licked his lips, and stretched out his hand to wipe off the cream on the tip of his nose: "Delicious ?"

"What if I can't finish eating? How about I ask them to come up and eat together?"

"I can finish it," said the spoon, avoiding the two cute cartoon characters, and a corner of the cake has been dug out: "I can't finish it for breakfast tomorrow."

"Oh, that's right," Xu Chichuan opened his schoolbag, took out a beautifully packaged small box and pushed it in front of him: "I have something for you;"

"open to take a look."

The moment the box lid was completely lifted, Xu Chichuan was finally satisfied to see the frozen expression on Mu Shihai's face——

Inside the box is a string of small-leaf red sandalwood bergamot strings. The beads are full and full of brilliance and charm.

"My grandma is a Buddhist, and the bracelet was consecrated by a master before." The bead string was wrapped around Mu Shihai's right wrist: "But I haven't worn it;"

"It's yours now." Xu Chichuan raised his head, squeezed his hand vigorously, with a gentle smile, "Wear it well and don't lose it, the Bodhisattva said it will keep you safe."

Rubbing the beads, Mu Shihai promised solemnly: "Okay, don't throw them away."

There was a sudden knock on the door, startled candle shadows, and an indistinct human voice came from outside the heavy wooden door, which seemed low but gloomy in the dark night: "Cousin, open the door, I'm here to wish you, birthday, day, happiness, happiness."

It's Yin Xu.

The atmosphere suddenly broke down within a few millimeters, and Mu Shihai's relaxed back suddenly tensed up. The conditioned reflex blocked Xu Chichuan behind him, and the meekness was swept away, and he fell into a defensive viciousness: "Get out!"

"Mu Shihai!" Mu Xingyong's dissatisfied voice came from outside: "Yin Xu is here to celebrate your birthday, I will count to three and open the door!"

"Go," pushing Xu Chichuan back into the toilet: "No matter what you hear, don't come out!"

The door opened, revealing a hideous face with scars, Yin Xu walked in the door openly, not caring about Mu Shihai's cold treatment: "Don't make such an expression of a dead mother, are you having a happy birthday?"

"I don't have any other intentions, I just came to wish my cheap cousin a happy birthday." Sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, he was full of jokes: "If you don't bring a gift, just send a few blessings to make up for it;"

"I wish you a lonely father and mother do not love;"

"I wish you an early death and a long life;"

"I wish you a dead body in the wilderness, good luck and bad luck."

"Mu Shihai, have you been a bastard for 16 years, are you satisfied?" Under the obscure light, Yin Xu's face looked extraordinarily mocking: "It's a pity, there are graves for lonely souls and wild ghosts;" Not as angry as he imagined, Yin Xu smacked his mouth, and laughed even worse:

"It's just that you don't have a home in your life."

The harsh and vicious words hit my ears, like a knife piercing into the heart, cutting blood dripping, Xu Chichuan's whole body was stiff in the bathroom, he couldn't restrain his shaking shoulders, he clenched his fists and his knuckles rattled, his anger burned his head, Blood was surging up, the bitten lip was bleeding red, and he firmly restrained the urge to break through the door - he remembered this voice, it was the leader who led people to besiege Mu Shihai that day.

"Have you finished?" Mu Shihai watched coldly, his back erect like a copper wall, invulnerable to every weapon: "Finish, get out."

"It's over." Standing opposite each other, the two of them had undisguised hatred in their eyes, and they wanted to tear each other into pieces the next second: "But our business is not over."