Today is Friday, May 20th, a day defined as Internet Valentine's Day in this information age. Song Jiamu celebrates his 20th birthday.
Different from previous years, Song Jiamu's mood is quite subtle when his birthday comes this year.
First of all, now that he is twenty years old, maybe he can call himself a member of the three armies of Ben Ben in the future?
Secondly, he and Yun Shuqian will celebrate this year's birthday together. It has been five years since the last time they celebrated their birthday together.
Thirdly, he finally realized that the holiday 520 had something to do with him, not just that it happened to be his birthday.
After turning eighteen, he always hoped that time would pass slower, as if he would stay in his teens forever, so that he would not have to face the confusion and unknown about the future. But this day has come, and he quietly faces the past.
Twenty years have come to an end.
Yesterday he could still shamelessly say that he was nineteen years old, but not today. He is twenty years old. He is really twenty years old. What he has to do after the age of twenty is the same as what he had to do as a teenager.
The matter is completely in two different stages.
Compared with his birthday last year, Song Jiamu had a deeper understanding of the proposition "What do I want" when he turned twenty.
Summarizing the past twenty years, he knows that it is human nature to avoid problems and difficulties, but this does not mean that it is appropriate. Mature people will not wait for problems to disappear on their own, but muster the courage to face them.
Responsibility for yourself and the other party.
There is never anything natural or taken for granted in the world. If you don’t cherish it, you will lose it. If you don’t work hard, you won’t get it. This is the iron rule. If you want something, you have to work hard for it, curb those meaningless prides, and learn to take the initiative.
, learn to cherish, this is what he should do after he turns twenty.
Song Jiamu lay flat on the bed and made a summary of the past twenty years before getting up on his birthday.
Picking up the phone, the time is 6:10 in the morning.
Clicking on the message, at midnight last night, Yun Shuqian sent him 20 words of 'Happy Birthday!'
Her news was the first to announce that his birthday this year was different from previous years. After all, in the years when they had not celebrated birthdays together, she and he had delayed it until each other's birthday was about to pass, and then they gave it to each other as if they had inadvertently remembered it.
How can the other party send "Happy Birthday" at midnight like this?
Song Zhutou: "I got up. The twenty-year-old me woke up at six o'clock, but the nineteen-year-old you were still sleeping in."
Yun Shuqian didn't reply to him, confirming the fact that she was still sleeping in.
Although today is my birthday, my mood is more subtle than before, but generally it is not much different from ordinary days. I still have to go to school on Friday.
It was still a good day today. The sunshine at six o'clock was shy and only emitted a faint yellow color. This faint color was blocked by the glass windows. Song Jiamu opened the curtains and the light shone on him, making him feel soft.
Yes, warm and very comfortable.
The little kitten also woke up and ran to lie down on the floor. This beam of light spread all over its body, from its big head to its tail. The tip of its tail was like a caterpillar, twisting and twisting happily.
Song Jiamu changed his clothes, drank a glass of water, put on his running shoes, took his mobile phone keys and went out for a run.
The shy sunlight gradually became more aggressive, tentatively deepening the color little by little, and the temperature also rose little by little. Song Jiamu's body began to heat up with the pace of running, and sweat spread from his forehead, neck, and chest.
It popped out on his back and other places, soaking his vest.
When we ran to Anjiang Road, the morning breeze blowing from the river was very cool.
As he ran, he took off the soaked vest, revealing his healthy skin that had been dyed a wheat color and his streamlined, strong and beautiful upper body.
From time to time, girls on the roadside glanced at him sideways.
If you deliberately walk with your head down, and then accidentally bump into this shirtless handsome guy, on the day of 520, you will definitely have a lot of flowers, right? Maybe you will get pregnant!
After finishing the run, Song Jiamu put on his vest while running again and went to buy the sandwich that the pig next door wanted to eat today.
He continued running while carrying breakfast, but his direction changed slightly and he ran to a flower shop.
Because of the special holiday, the flower shop opened very early this morning, and there were still a few customers in the shop.
Song Jiamu bought a bouquet of roses, twenty in total.
Although Yun Shuqian only asked him to give one as a gift last night, he found so many flowers in her mouth, how could one gift be enough?
This is the first time in my life that I have bought roses as a gift. This is different from picking small flowers on the roadside and giving them to her. Things like roses always seem more romantic for adults.
Yun Shuqian, who had never received a rose before, thought the same way, so she wanted him to give one last night. She also wanted to experience the feeling of being given a rose.
After buying the flowers, Song Jiamu ran back to the community holding the flowers in his left hand and breakfast in his right hand.
As a result, more passers-by looked towards him.
Uncle Liu, who was brushing the turtle's shell, also looked over.
"I thought you were shopping for groceries! This is a big handful."
"...This is a flower, a rose!"
"What day is it today..." Uncle Liu looked at the calendar.
"520, Valentine's Day."
"What? When will there be another festival? There won't be a lot of express delivery."
“That’s Double Eleven and 618!”
After going upstairs, Song Jiamu didn't rush to ring the doorbell of her house. Before his mother woke up, he first hid in his room holding the flowers, and then went over with breakfast and rang the doorbell of Yun Shuqian's house.
Yun Shuqian was brushing his teeth, the electric toothbrush was still spinning, and his mouth was full of bubbles. He opened the door for him and looked up into his eyes.
She took out the electric toothbrush from her mouth and said to Song Jiamu, "Happy birthday!"
"Just these four words? There is no sincerity."
She turned around and looked at her parents' closed door in the living room, suddenly stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him on the lips.
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"The bubbles are all on my mouth..."
Song Jiamu scraped the toothpaste bubbles off her mouth with his fingers, and then applied it to the tip of her nose. Yun Shuqian pinched him angrily.
"Hey, your sandwich."
Yun Shuqian took the sandwich in and took out his soy milk.
"Here, your soy milk."
"Where's my birthday present?" Song Jiamu didn't take the soy milk.
"No."
"I don't believe it, give it to me quickly."
"Really not."
"You won't give it, right?"
He suddenly reached out and pressed his hands on her pajamas to tickle her flesh.
Yun Shuqian held a toothbrush and breakfast in her right hand, and soy milk in her left hand. She restrained herself. When he tickled her like this, she suppressed laughter and blushed, but she didn't dare to make a sound, otherwise she would
If you wake up my mother, don't twist too much, otherwise the soy milk will spill.
He had no choice but to squat down on the spot and glare at him in shame.
Putting the things on the entrance cabinet, she walked into the room, and then walked out again, holding a delicate gift bag in her hand, and handed it to him.
"What is it?"
"bomb!"
Song Jiamu opened the gift in front of her. It was the razor and belt she had prepared long ago.
Yun Shuqian stuck the electric toothbrush into his mouth and brushed his teeth, but his big eyes looked at his expression nervously.
Just like when he was a child, when she put the gift in his hand, his eyebrows were already happy. He couldn't wait to open the gift, looked at it with a smile, and tugged on the belt.
He looked like he was going to use it to tie her up.
The happiness and joy on his face is natural. If he covers his mouth and exclaims like foreigners do, it would be too exaggerated.
"You are very considerate, Yun Shuqian, so when we were traveling, you heard that I had never used an electric shaver, so you started to prepare the gift for me today?" Song Jiamu looked at her with a smile.
"Stop being so pretty."
"I like it very much, I will use it later."
"So, where is my gift?"
"No."
"You still have...seventeen hours of preparation time. Without you, I'm dead, huh."
Yun Shuqian was about to close the door, but Song Jiamu pulled her back, leaned over her bubbly mouth and kissed her for a while.
"Hey, it smells like toothpaste."
"ha--"
Yun Shuqian stood on tiptoe and breathed at him, "You stink to death!"
Song Jiamu returned home with the gift. Li Yuan had already woken up. She looked at the bag Song Jiamu was carrying and asked curiously: "What are you carrying?"
"Yun Shuqian gave me a birthday gift. Mom, you haven't given me a gift yet."
"...Hurry up and take a shower, I'll boil eggs for you."
You don’t have to eat the cake, but you still have to eat an egg every year for your birthday.
Li Yuan can't cook other big dishes, but she still cooks eggs very well.
She boiled two eggs, Song Jiamu ate one, and left one for Yun Shuqian to eat later.
While eating breakfast, my mother took out a box from the room.
"As a birthday gift, you are twenty years old and are an adult. You can make decisions on many things yourself. Mom doesn't have any other big wishes. If you are healthy and happy every day, Mom will be happy."
"Thank you mom! Thank you dad who is still sleeping! Thank you for your hard work!"
Song Jiamu laughed and stood up. He was much taller than his mother.
Li Yuan also looked at him with satisfaction. When she was Song Jiamu's age, she never thought that she was so powerful and could give birth to such a big son. The scene when he was just born was still fresh in her mind.
He has the loudest crying voice, as if he wanted the whole world to hear that he was born.
Now twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye. Li Yuan feels that she is qualified as a mother. Song Jiamu has entered a new stage in life. As a mother, she suddenly feels that she is great.
"Mom, I love you!"
Song Jiamu pressed his mother's shoulders, lowered his head and kissed her forehead.
"Oh, are you ashamed?"
Li Yuan blushed like a little girl and had goosebumps on her skin.
"Isn't dad awake yet?"
"without."
"Then I'll go in and kiss him too."
"..."
Don't give your dad a nightmare! Save yourself some trouble!