Lu Zixian had no expression. Now he was wearing a white shirt. The buttons on the sleeves of the shirt were not unbuttoned, but wrapped tightly and cleanly around his wrists. White suits men who always wear white coats, which makes him a good wearer.
There is no one who looks best in white shirts.
"I understand, how is Wanwan?"
"Master, Miss Xia went to bed after returning to her room. She didn't have a good appetite. The cook has become very fancy in preparing meals, but Miss Xia can't eat."
Lu Zixian's indifferent handsome face suddenly showed some fluctuations. He lowered his handsome eyelids and looked at the calendar. Tomorrow's day had already been circled in red pen because tomorrow was Xia Xiwan's birthday.
…
Xia Xiwan took a nap, and it was already afternoon when she woke up. She tidied up and went out. At this time, the maid came over and said, "Ms.
Lu Zixian is looking for her?
Xia Xiwan nodded, "Okay."
The maid took Xia Xiwan to a room. Xia Xiwan pushed the door open and entered. The room was dark and the lights were not turned on.
At this time, there were two "pops" and the ribbons exploded. Lu Zixian walked over from the darkness. He was holding a cake in his hand. Now the candlelight was swaying on the cake. He sang happy-birthday-to-you, happy a cappella.
-birthday-to-you…
Xia Xiwan Yujie trembled, and then she remembered that today was her birthday.
Today is her 24th birthday.
Lu Zixian walked over. His bright black eyes looked at Xia Xiwan in the flickering candlelight. They were full of light. He laughed softly and said, "Wanwan, I wish you a happy birthday. You have grown up again."
One year old."
Xia Xiwan raised her red lips and said, "Zixian, thank you."
"Wanwan, make a wish. I heard that all birthday wishes will come true."
Really?
Xia Xiwan clasped her hands together and closed her eyes gently. Her 24th birthday wish was... She really wanted to see Mr. Lu, so that Mr. Lu could appear in front of her.
However, this birthday wish is destined to not come true.
forget it.
Xia Xiwan opened her eyes and blew out the candle.
The lights in the room turned on. At this time, Xia Xiwan saw two burns on the back of Lu Zixian's hand. She quickly said, "Zixian, why are your hands injured?"
Lu Zixian's hands were fair and slender and quite beautiful. They were born with scalpel hands and had never been exposed to firewood, rice, oil and salt since he was a child, so these two burns were quite conspicuous.
Wu Wu on the side looked at this scene and thought to Miss Xia, the master started making a cake for you early this morning. This birthday cake was made by the master himself.
Lu Zixian had never made a cake before. This was the first time. Even under the guidance of the cook, he seemed to be in a hurry. Now what he has in his hands is the best shape.
Lu Zixian curled his lips, "It's okay, I just got burned accidentally."
He didn't tell her.
Xia Xiwan frowned, "You have a scalpel in your hand, so you are extremely precious. You must be more careful next time. Come here and I will bandage it for you."
"You eat the cake first."
Xia Xiwan picked a little bit with her finger and put it in her mouth, "Well, it's really delicious."
Lu Zixian smiled.
…
After Lu Zixian took care of things, Xia Xiwan returned to her room. She picked up her phone and pressed her delicate white fingers on the keyboard. She pulled out the familiar phone numbers.
Mr. Lu…
Yu Jie trembled slightly and dialed the phone number.
But she soon hung up.
The call was not dialed and she could not dial it.
However, she will leave soon and return to Lanlou.
Now she really wants to hear his voice.
She misses him so much.
The white eyes slowly turned red. Before the tears were about to fall, Xia Xiwan quickly raised her eyes. She began to take a deep breath and told herself over and over again, it's okay, you can be stronger and don't cry.
After stabilizing her mood, Xia Xiwan walked out of the room. She wanted to go out for some air...
…
Lu Zixian went upstairs, and then he saw that the door to Xia Xiwan's room was open.
It's already nine o'clock in the evening.
He turned in a different direction and walked into the open room, "Wanwan."
no respond.
His polished leather shoes made a steady sound on the handmade carpet as he entered the shower room.
His dark eyes were glazed over, and he slowly looked at the mobile phone placed beside the sink. The mobile phone was still on, and it showed an unoutgoing call. Mr. Lu...
Lu Zixian's eyes stopped on this "Mr. Lu" for two seconds. In fact, even if she didn't say it, he knew what her birthday wish was.
Lu Zixian's handsome face showed no emotion. He took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and dialed a number.
"Hey, Miss Shi..."
After hanging up the phone, Lu Zixian turned around and left the room.
After going downstairs, he opened the back door of the villa and saw a slender figure on the lawn.
Xia Xiwan is there.
She was sitting alone on the swing of the vine tree, wearing a white coat outside her pink dress. She was swinging here alone in the middle of the night.
Lu Zixian walked over and put the black cloak in his hand on Xia Xiwan's fragrant shoulders. His slender fingers elegantly turned and tied the front belt for her.
Xia Xiwan looked back and smiled lightly, "Zixian, why aren't you asleep yet?"
Lu Zixian came to her and sat on the swing next to her.
He was holding a book in his hand, "I'm still reading."
"What a good boy." Xia Xiwan smiled softly.
Lu Zixian elegantly stacked his two long legs and leaned against the swing with his slender body. At nine o'clock in the evening, the bright moonlight and dim lights slanted over him, making his delicate and handsome face look cool and elegant.
He took off his black cloak and wore a black turtleneck. His shiny leather shoes touched the lawn and the swing began to swing.
Xia Xiwan raised her little head and looked at the moonlight, and suddenly said with emotion, "Zixian, when did you say it will snow?"
It's late autumn now, the weather is already cold, but it's still very early for it to snow.
She suddenly wanted to see snow.
Lu Zixian looked at Xia Xiwan's little face, "Do you want to see snow?"
--A short story from Lu Liu's daily story--
A man bumped into me and hit me full of arms.
Lu Sijue felt soft hair brushing against his face, carrying a cold girlish fragrance.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The man in his arms took a few steps back in time, rubbed his reddish white jade forehead with his little hands, and raised his little palm-sized face.
Lu Sijue saw her clearly, and Liu Yingluo's cold and stunning facial features broke into his sight.
is her!
He thought she didn't come, she was just late.
Liu Yingluo's eyes shone brightly, "Mr. Lu, did it hurt you?"
Lu Sijue knew that she bumped into his arms on purpose.
In fact, he knew she liked him that day at the temple.