After the waiter left, Song Lan held her chin with her white palms and quietly looked at the night outside the glass window.
Night City lives up to its name. It is brightly lit at night and is very beautiful. There are pedestrians on the street in twos and threes, neon lights are flashing, and there are sweet lovers tiptoeing and kissing on the street corner. The atmosphere is harmonious and warm.
Time passed by minute by minute.
At the beginning, Song Lan could still keep smiling, sitting upright and waiting.
Slowly, guests came in and out of the restaurant. As the night grew darker, the last guests also left. Song Lan was the only one left in the empty restaurant.
Song Lan looked at the time and saw that four hours had passed.
But He Chaozhi... hasn't come yet.
She couldn't help but pick up her cell phone and call He Chaozhi.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is not answered..."
Song Lan put down her phone silently, and the waiter came over.
"Miss, it's almost eleven o'clock in the evening and our restaurant is about to close. Is your companion not here yet?"
Song Lan looked around and found that the store had indeed started to be cleaned.
Even if He Chaozhi comes here now, he won't be able to eat.
He squeezed out a smile, stood up and shook his head at the waiter, "I'm sorry, he has something to do and he can't come. The dishes don't need to be served. You can close the business. I'll leave first."
"Hey, miss..."
The waiter took a step forward, but before he could finish speaking, Song Lan had already hurried into the dark night, looking lonely and lonely.
The waiter shook his head sadly.
"I really don't know who is letting such a beautiful lady fly..."
After leaving the restaurant, Song Lan did not go home directly. She drove to the riverside, found an empty chair and sat down to watch the scenery.
In early winter, the riverside is cold and deserted. You can only hear the sound of the tide lapping at the shore, and the cold wind is like a knife cutting your face.
Song Lan raised his numb face, regretting that he didn't buy a bottle of wine and drank while watching.
The birthday that comes once a year passes so lonely again.
Ever since her father fell into coma, Song Lan had never celebrated her birthday again in her memory.
Her aunt was busy and had no time to give it to her, and she couldn't afford the cake herself.
Later, I got a job and became rich, but I was busy working overtime and getting promoted, so I neglected my birthday.
I finally have time and money today, but...
But he was let go.
Song Lan lowered his eyes and chuckled, feeling so stupid.
How can you expect that man to celebrate your birthday with you?
The cell phone in my pocket started to buzz.
Song Lan answered, and He Chaozhi's tired breath came out.
"I'm still busy, you can eat first without waiting for me."
Before he finished speaking, there was a woman's coquettish voice urging him to drink.
"Mr. He, why don't you have another drink? I'll feed you..."
Song Lan's heart froze, and she squeezed out a sound from her throat, "Well, you're busy."
Then cut it off directly.
Hearing that something was wrong in the woman's tone, He Chaozhi pushed away the bartender who was pressing hard against him, walked to the corridor, and called Song Lan again.
But Song Lan's cell phone has been turned off.
Only the ruthless mechanical female voice remains.
"The number you have dial can not be reached."
"..." He Chaozhi frowned severely.
the other side.
After hanging up the phone from He Chaozhi, Song Lan took a few hard breaths.
It wasn't until the cold air mixed with the smell of river water filled her lungs that she stood up pretending to be relaxed, stepped on the gravel on the shore, and returned to the car calmly.
It's good. He Chaozhi is busy with He Chaozhi's business, and she is busy with hers.
It's not like you have to be accompanied by a man to survive.
Song Lan came to a cake shop as if nothing had happened.
The cake shop closes in half an hour and no longer offers freshly made cakes. There are only a few unsold small cakes left pitifully in the freezer.
Song Lan lowered her long eyelashes, stayed quiet for a while, and selected one of the pure white cream cakes without any embellishments.
"Just this, wrap it up for me."
After a while, she returned to the riverside carrying the cake.
Insert candles, light candles, close your eyes and make a wish.
There is the continuous sound of waves in my ears, the sweetness of melted butter is in the wind, and the weak candle is beating hard in the wind, its light is weak.
Song Lan muttered some words.
"I hope dad... will recover soon, and I hope I can take revenge soon, take dad home with me, and live happily together forever."
She opened her eyes, and her brows were illuminated by the faint firelight.
Song Lan carefully protected the candle, took out her cell phone and called Song Zi.
"Lanlan, what's wrong?" Song Zi asked calmly.
Song Lan knew that Song Zi had always been a person with an indifferent temperament. She only had an obsession with revenge that was beyond ordinary people, so she didn't care about her indifference.
"Auntie, do you still remember what day today is?"
"Today?" Song Zi was silent for a moment, seeming to be recalling.
Song Lan smiled, her eyes illuminated by candles as tender as water, "It's my birthday, aunt."
"Oh, I remembered. How could my aunt forget your birthday? Lanlan, you also know that your aunt is busy. On the one hand, she has to receive medical treatment and on the other hand, she also has to take care of your father. She forgot to celebrate your birthday. You must not
Don't bear grudges against aunt, she also has her own reasons."
Although Song Zi did not celebrate her birthday, the voices of her relatives were as warm as candlelight to Song Lan at this moment.
She was greedy for this moment of tenderness, but she also knew that she was no longer a child and could no longer express excessive attachment.
Song Zi, I dislike her indecision the most.
"It's okay, aunt. I understand. I just want to tell you that I made a wish for dad. Dad will definitely wake up soon."
"Yes, yes, yes. If you are so sincere, God will take care of you."
After a few more pleasantries, Song Lan put down the phone.
The candle has been burned to the end, and the remaining smoke is curling up.
Darkness returned to Song Lan's eyes. She hugged the cake tightly and remained motionless.
…
It was almost twelve o'clock in the night when He Chaozhi's entertainment was over.
He got in the car and came downstairs to Song Lan's apartment. Seeing that there were no lights, he guessed that Song Lan hadn't gone home yet, so he called Song Lan.
If he couldn't get through, he asked his secretary to call He Xiaoya.
He Xiaoya is Song Lan's good friend and should know where Song Lan is at this moment.
He Xiaoya was already asleep and was pulled up to ask about Song Lan's whereabouts, "Didn't Sister Lan go to dinner with you, Mr. He?"
"...I was busy and didn't go. Do you know where she is now? She's not at home."
"It's so late, where would Sister Lan be if she wasn't at home?"
He Xiaoya muttered and scratched the back of his head.
"Oh, I know, she must be celebrating her birthday!"
"Birthday?"
"Yes, today is Sister Lan's birthday. She didn't like to publicize it, so she told me. Originally, I wanted to help her celebrate, but she made an appointment with Mr. He, so I couldn't disturb her."
Today is Song Lan’s birthday?
He Chaoyi was stunned, remembering the woman's silence on the phone.
So she invited him to dinner tonight to celebrate his birthday?
