Chapter three hundred and ninety first sense of gap
August twenty-four.
There are only a few days until the new semester of Tiannan University begins.
Some students who failed the course and need to take re-examinations have returned to school. During this time, it can be clearly felt that the school is a lot more lively.
From time to time, you can still see ignorant freshmen who come to report in advance, accompanied by their parents and dragging their luggage.
Guan Lang picked up the custom-made vertical calendar on the bedside table and gently drew a circle on today's date.
Under the number 24, there is a small word "birthday" written, and there is also a picture of a cake.
"It's my birthday." Guan Lang paused for a while and then murmured: "It doesn't seem to be anything special."
Some people like to celebrate birthdays with great fanfare and invite friends to hold parties. Some people just keep it as usual, adding at most their favorite desserts. Some people even forget their birthdays from time to time.
Guan Lang is the kind of person who doesn't particularly care about this day.
It seems that before I went to college, the whole family would celebrate at home because Guan's mother was busy.
But since I'm alone in another place, it doesn't matter whether I celebrate or not.
Open WeChat on your mobile phone.
Early on, Guan's father and Guan's mother sent birthday wishes.
"Happy birthday, son!"
"Let's have a nice meal outside today. We can also go and play with friends."
"Yes, I understand. Thank you, parents."
"The red envelope I gave you hasn't been confiscated yet."
"Yeah, order it right away."
Guan Lang smiled helplessly.
It was said to be a red envelope, but it was actually a transfer. If it were really a red envelope, it would only be worth two hundred, so he didn't have any burden to put it away.
Guan's father transferred 20,000 yuan to him, and Guan's mother transferred 3,000 yuan to him.
He no longer needs to get living expenses from his parents, but this is a birthday red envelope with a different meaning, so he doesn't worry too much.
Guan Xiaomei, who had just woken up in Jiangcheng and hadn't had time to freshen up, also asked Guan's mother to take a photo of her babbling birthday song and send it to him.
"Happy birthday to my brother, happy birthday to my brother"
Looking at Guan Xiaomei, who was twisting and turning in the video, Guan Lang unconsciously had a faint smile on his lips.
I wandered out of the room for a while and went out.
"You're up so early. Have you had breakfast?" Guan Lang glanced at Wu Yazhen already sitting on the sofa and asked casually.
Hearing Guan Lang's voice, Wu Yazhen raised her head and glanced at him, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.
"I've already eaten. I bought some more buns and put them in the microwave."
Guan Lang's peripheral vision lingered on her smile for a moment, and he always felt that her smile was a little meaningful.
"Then I'll heat it up. By the way, what do you want to eat today?" Guan Lang walked towards the kitchen. "Today I'm going to the big market to buy something good. If you have anything you want to eat, you can tell me. I
Bought and made.”
He originally wanted to live as usual, but after thinking about the phone call he had just had with Guan's mother, he changed his mind and planned to go to the big market to buy some food he wanted to eat to celebrate a little bit.
"Ah? I may not be eating at home today. Mr. Xiang asked me to go shopping." Wu Yazhen exclaimed and apologized.
"It's tonight, aren't you coming back for dinner?"
"Well, that's probably not possible. We plan to go shopping in the old street. It's far away. She has already booked a spot at a hot pot restaurant for the evening."
Guan Lang bit into the freshly heated buns and made a grunting sound in his throat.
"Well, then you all have fun, pay attention to safety, and don't play too late."
He sighed secretly in his heart and smiled a little lonely.
Although I didn’t plan to celebrate it with a big fanfare, it was my birthday after all, and I couldn’t help but feel a little lonely when I was alone at home.
"Cousin, I'm going out then. Xiangjun is already waiting for me downstairs."
Wu Yazhen looked at her phone and suddenly got up in a hurry and said.
Picking up the small bag placed on the sofa, he hurried towards the door.
"Bring all your things, mobile phone and electronic treasure," Guan Lang reminded.
"Well, I've brought them all, then I'm leaving! Bye!"
With the slamming of the door closing, the living room suddenly became quiet again.
Guan Langmu saw Wu Yazhen's departure back.
"I really just left."
He originally noticed her strange smile and thought she knew about his birthday and wanted to surprise him.
I didn't expect that he was just being sentimental.
He shook his head and stood on the balcony.
Watching the little cousin walking out from downstairs and her classmates meeting in the community garden and leaving together.
Alas, I really left. It turns out that you really don’t know my birthday.
People have such a strange psychology. Before he had a misunderstanding in his heart, he had no expectations for his birthday. But after he misunderstood that smile, he had thoughts in his heart, and suddenly felt lonely.
Then there seems to be no need to go all the way to the big market to buy ingredients. If you are alone, you can just eat whatever you want.
Guan Lang was thinking in his mind.
Qianqiu jumped up to him and meowed twice, seeming to comfort him.
Guan Lang knelt down and touched it, feeling very pleased.
Go to the kitchen and take out a few small dried fish from the locked cabinet as a reward for it.
He sat back on the sofa and stared at the empty living room in a daze.
Strangely enough, he usually doesn't mention his birthday to others, so the only ones who remember his birthday are his parents.
This happened for three years, every year.
In previous years, I would celebrate by having a potluck dinner alone, and this has always been the case.
But today, I feel a little uncomfortable.
Sent a WeChat message to Gao Qianhe.
"Are you free today? Come out to play ball?"
It took some time before I received a reply.
"I also want to go out and play, but I really can't do it today. My mother has to teach me how to read accounts today." Gao Qianhe sent a wailing emoji.
"Then come on."
He put down his cell phone, doing nothing, restless.
He suddenly wanted to find something to do on his birthday.
"Why don't we start a live broadcast to play games and watch the barrage to make it more lively." He walked back to the room thoughtfully.
I am idle and unprepared for work.
Ever since he had a live broadcast several months ago, he seems to have never done it again.
Since I feel bored, I think it might be interesting to chat with the netizens.
His efficiency has always been very high.
I turned on the desktop computer and debugged the recording equipment.
After posting a message "The broadcast is on!", he followed the steps of launching the broadcast a few months ago and started the live broadcast on Station B.
Set the title: "Chat for a while and answer questions."
After changing the title, barrages started pouring out from the split screen, and many fans who got up early crowded into the live broadcast room that had been idle for three months.