A slight trembling cry made Shang Yizheng's heart twitch and his fists clenched instantly.
Little man, you are my little man
"Xiao Cong" After taking a few deep breaths, Shang Yizheng called out. He didn't know that such a simple two words could be so heavy, as if it could crush him. He thought a little cowardly.
Crying, I wonder who can find a way to detect the heavy longing in this soft call
But what responded to him was a long silence. Shang Yizheng was a little worried and just about to speak, he heard the little man say in his ears, a little angry and a little aggrieved: "Today is my birthday."
After saying this, Yang Zicong couldn't help but burst into tears, but he still tried hard to hold back the crying. Before Shang Yizheng could answer, he said again: "Today is my birthday."
"I know, I know," Shang Yizheng lowered his head and said, lightly touching the days already circled in red on the schedule on the table.
How could I not know that this was the day I looked forward to the most in previous years? I would prepare the gifts and have them delivered to me, and then wait expectantly for the thank you call from the little man. How could I not know that this year?
,This should have been the happiest day for me, but,,,"Happy birthday" Shang Yizheng said sincerely, as long as you are happy, that's fine
"Where's the gift?" Yang Zicong said after a pause, refusing to accept Shang Yizheng's verbal congratulations.
"I've already had the gift delivered, it should have arrived." Shang Yizheng said, how much he wanted to go in person, but he couldn't help but the call he finally got through yesterday was answered by Mr. Yang. He said he would tell the little man
I asked him to call me, so I have been waiting here, but I have never received a call. I think the little man really hates me, and he doesn’t even want to call me. Since the little man doesn’t want to see me,
Then I won’t go, because I don’t want to make him unhappy on his birthday, even though my heart is throbbing again and again.
After saying these words, Yang Zicong became silent. The moonlight outside the window came in and shone on Yang Zicong's beautiful face. As the bright tears swayed, he felt a bit silent, lonely and helpless, and finally fell to the ground.
, printed a few broken traces
After both of them were silent for a while, Yang Zicong said unwillingly: "Why don't you send it yourself?" His trembling voice was like a swaying wind chime, with passive uneasiness.
"I,,,," Shang Yizheng couldn't say it. He knew in his heart that he should say that he was too busy with work so that the two of them would not be embarrassed. But at the moment, he didn't want to say it. He really wanted to say it to him because I was afraid that you would see him.
I'm not happy because I'm afraid of the disgusted look you give me when you look at me. I'm afraid that after seeing you, I can't help but want to hold you in my arms and desperately tell you my love for you.
"You lied to me. You said you would come to celebrate my birthday with me. You said you didn't keep your word." Yang Zicong finally cried loudly, and his tears fell to the ground drop by drop. There was sadness and despair that even his master was unaware of.
"Xiao Cong" Shang Yizheng immediately panicked when he heard that the little man was crying.
"I, I've been waiting for you all day, but why don't you come? Why don't you come? I miss my brother so much and want to celebrate my birthday with him, but my brother lied to me. I hate you, I hate you." Yang Zicong cried loudly
After saying that, he hung up the phone directly. When he turned around, he saw Yang's father who had just come to find him. He gave him the phone and ran over crying.
As for Shang Yizheng, he was already there in a daze.
What did the little man just say?! He said he has been waiting for me all day?! He also said that he misses me and wants to celebrate his birthday with me?! Does this mean what he thinks? Does it mean that the little man does not
I don’t hate myself, but I miss myself!
When Shang Yizheng realized this, he came back to his senses and found that the phone had been hung up, so he called quickly. The phone was quickly connected, but the caller had been replaced by Father Yang.
"Uncle Yang, where is Xiao Cong?" Shang Yizheng asked anxiously
"He ran away crying just now. This kid finally felt a little happy today. Why is he crying again now? Did he tell you something?" Yang's father said as he walked back to look for his precious son. What a shame.
It's pity that he is such an elegant gentleman, but he is running up and down here regardless of his image.
"I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I made Xiao Cong cry." Shang Yizheng blamed himself very much for making Xiao Cong cry. He really deserves to die.
"I don't know what's wrong with the child? He suddenly became so crying. Today is his birthday, and there will be a dinner party to attend later. I can't let him cause any trouble. I'll go find him first.
It's dead," Yang's father said anxiously.
"I understand, see you Uncle Yang," Shang Yizheng said anxiously, and made a decision in his heart
After hanging up the phone, Shang Yizheng grabbed his coat on the sofa and hurriedly walked out while making another call.
"It's me. Prepare a plane for me right away. I'm going to City A... That's right, I'm going now."
When he opened the door, it was already dark outside. Looking at the bright moon, Shang Yizheng strode out.