That day was actually Yi Hui's birthday, the dead Yi Hui's.

Returning home after a seven-hour high-speed train ride from City S, Yi Hui was so tired that he fell asleep. When he woke up, he glanced at the calendar on the desk and suddenly remembered this when he saw a familiar date. On the right day, fireworks and cakes are birthday gifts.

His birthday is only one day away from his brother's. On the morning of February 13, Yi Hui went to his brother's homepage with a Weibo account he had just applied for.

Because my sister-in-law is a public figure, my brother's Weibo has also attracted much attention. Clicking on a recent Weibo comment, many fans with their sister-in-law's avatars came to congratulate Aidou's husband on a happy birthday, and Yi Hui liked them one by one.

Ye Qin, his sister-in-law, also came, and sent a message of "Happy Birthday [heart] to my brother" at 0:00. Yi Hui knew that this was his sister-in-law's nickname for his brother. Seeing that the two of them were still so good, he was deeply relieved and felt that he should not have robbed them of their affectionate nickname. He struggled for a while and came up with a good idea. Sister-in-law is always happy [like]

Next is Valentine's Day.

Yi Hui himself has no special feeling about this festival. No one has accompanied him before, and now there is no need for a single dog. He stayed at home to catch up on the draft for the day. When the sun was about to set, he stood up and stretched. He went to the refrigerator to find something to eat. When he saw the half plate of chocolate that he had not finished eating, he remembered what day it was today.

Hurry up and send a message to Dora Hem: Happy Valentine's Day [too happy]

The two have been chatting since the morning. In the afternoon, Yi Hui and Dora Hem have studied together for half an hour when he encounters difficulties in painting. No one has mentioned Valentine's Day. did not come back.

Sure enough, Dora Hem replied: I forgot if you didn't say it. [sweat]

After staring at the drawing paper all day, his eyes were sore and swollen, Yi Hui lay down on the bed after applying eye drops, closed his eyes and replied with a voice: "You can live alone, let's go out for a good meal after get off work."

Doraemon: What do you want to eat?

Yi Hui: "Ah? I eat a lot here. Take care of your own stomach."

Doraemon: Just tell me what you want to eat, and I'll be a reference.

Yi Hui thought for a while: "Well... I haven't had milk tea for a long time. If it were me, I would buy a cup of full-sugar pudding milk tea, and then cook a small hot pot at home with lots and lots of crab sticks!"

An hour later, Jiang Yimang came back from school, carrying milk tea in one hand and vegetables in the other, saying that he would grab the tail of winter and eat hot pot at home. Yi Hui took out the vegetables in the bag and saw that there were three big boxes of crab sticks.

"My little sister is amazing." Yi Hui said to Dora Hem after dinner, "She buys whatever I want. She's not a human being, she's a fairy who came down to the world to save her tribulation, right?"

Doraemon Crooked Point: What about me?

Yi Hui knew that he wanted to be praised, and said with a smile: "Hum is also very good, who doesn't want such a cute little brother."

Dora Hem sent a string of ellipses, and then said: It's not my brother, I'm taller than you.

Yi Hui asked him how tall he was, he answered 1.87 meters, Yi Hui stood up and gestured, and the familiar perspective when he looked up reminded him that the man was almost this tall, because his legs were long and he walked very fast. You have to run behind him to keep up.

"Humph, when you get back with him in the future, if you go out together, remember to walk slower and take a smaller step." Yi Hui, who had just reached 1.75 meters in two lifetimes, persuaded bitterly, "He can't keep up with you. , it will be very sad.”

Dora Hem solemnly replied: Well, I remember.

As a senior, Yi Hui gave Dora Hem all the life principles and emotional experience he had summed up over the years, but this little boy didn't live up to his expectations.

Yi Hui worried for him: "Aren't you usually very smart, how can you be so stupid when you encounter such a thing?"

Doraemon:  …

Yi Hui came up with an idea: "How about setting off fireworks for him?"

On the way back that day, he asked Dora Hem the price of fireworks, and Dora Hem said it was not expensive. Yi Hui thought that since it's not expensive, it's okay to put it again. This kind of romance, not to mention it was given by the object, even if Dora Hem gave it to him as a friend, it made his heart pound.

Doraemon: Do you like it?

Yi Hui: "Who doesn't like it?"

Doraemon: Do you still want to see it?

Yi Hui was completely unaware that the topic was being taken away: "I think...but I want someone to watch it with me. In summer, I'm swinging a fan in the yard, eating watermelon and watching fireworks, wow, is there anything happier than this?"

So on the night of Lixia, Yi Hui was shouted outside by Jiang Yimang: "Brother, look at the sky!"

I don't know who is so generous in hosting a wedding. The fireworks that are comparable to national celebrations that have only been seen on TV were set off for 20 minutes, and the location happened to be opposite the Jiang's courtyard.

Jiang Xuemei cut up the watermelon and placed it on the small wooden table in the yard. The melons that had been frozen in the refrigerator for an afternoon were sweet and refreshing. Yi Hui was very happy. For the first time, regardless of his physical condition, he accompanied his mother and sister to eat two more pieces, and the night passed. No diarrhea or fever.

Of course, I have to share such good news with my good friend Dora Hem: "My physical fitness has really improved, it must be due to the recent hard work!"

Dora Hem poignantly exposed: Oh? Who was too lazy to go out yesterday and beg God to stop the rain?

Yi Hui blushed: "I-I can exercise at home too."

Doraemon: Are the yoga mats all dusty?

"Why, it's good to keep it by my bedside..." Halfway through, Yi Hui suddenly realized that something was wrong, "Hey, how did you know I had a yoga mat?"

Doraemon: You said it was given by my sister.

Yi Hui scratched his head and thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't remember when he told him.

But that's not the point. He pressed the voice button and asked mysteriously, "Actually, you're not Doraemon, are you?"

In the distant capital, Zhou Jinheng, who was being manipulated by the makeup artist in front of the mirror, heard this sentence, and forced himself to calm down: "It's not Dorahem, who is that?"

After a while, Yi Hui's laughing voice came from the receiver: "It's my lucky star, since I met you, my luck has been very good, and it's getting better every day!"

Hearing the unexpected answer, Zhou Jinheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled, and replied: You deserve it, it has nothing to do with me.

The online chat between the two has been going on for half a year. Recently, Zhou Jinheng has revealed some information from time to time, intending to pave the way for confession. However, don't know whether Yi Hui trusts him too much or is too nervous. He fails to receive obvious hints several times, and foolishly treats him as an enthusiastic netizen, which makes him even more uncertain.

After finishing work that day, Zhou Jinheng drove to the jewelry store.

In the afternoon, he received a call saying that the ring was ready. He couldn't wait to get it. He knew that there were fans behind him in a chartered car, but he didn't bother to avoid it.

Anyway, it has to be made public, and it is better to let the outside world prepare as soon as possible.

I just didn't expect to meet Fang Youqing here again.

When looking at the design drawings three months ago, Zhou Jinheng learned that the main designer of the store was familiar with Fang Youqing. The ring has been ordered and made, it is too late to change, and Yi Hui likes the design style of this one, and he has no plans to change to another.

In fact, Fang Youqing didn't do anything to go beyond him. He was always gentle and indifferent. Zhou Jinheng couldn't find an excuse to resist, so he had to avoid it as much as possible.

While waiting for the staff to pick up the ring for a few minutes, Fang Youqing sat on the side casually stirring the coffee in the cup with a spoon, and said, "When I was studying abroad, I minored in jewelry design for a while, maybe I didn't have that talent. , the things that come out are not very good.”

Fang Youqing started art in elementary school, and his outstanding talent always gives the impression of being arrogant and conceited, so it is really surprising to hear self-denial from his mouth.

Zhou Jinheng didn't say anything, and he continued on his own: "Later I know why, because the things that are made, even if others say that they are good, if there is no suitable person to wear them, they have no value in my eyes."

The staff took the ring to the counter, Zhou Jinheng couldn't wait to open it, the low-key platinum and broken diamonds were full of brilliance, just by looking at it, you can see how beautiful it is to wear on the slender and fair fingers of the little fool.

Fang Youqing leaned over to look at it, smiled and said, "I also made a pair of rings back then, and no one has tried them on yet."

Zhou Jinheng has been pretending to be deaf and dumb for a long time, and it is inappropriate not to say anything. After thinking about it before leaving, the other party Youqing said: "Find someone who matches it. I have found that person, and I wish you to find him as soon as possible."

After turning around to leave, Fang Youqing behind him said anxiously, "I regret it."

Zhou Jinheng was stunned for a moment, and his footsteps stopped for a while.

"I regret giving up on you to choose a future, I regret it." Fang Youqing, who he knew, never bowed his head to show weakness, so it was very difficult to say this, and his voice was a bit choked, "I went back to China early for you, to learn Jewelry design is also for you, since the marriage with the Tan family is untrue, then... are you still willing to try on the ring I made for you?"

Speaking of Tan, Zhou Jinheng went to Zhou's house after picking up the ring.

Zhou Huarong was at home, thinking that he had figured it out, but in order to press him on the momentum, he still did not give a good face: "Do you still know how to come back?"

Zhou Jinheng ignored him and sat down to take the tea from his aunt.

Seeing that he was in a stable mood and there was no table in front of him to lift, Zhou Huarong cleared his throat and began to give orders: "The Tan family said they like European style, you are staying here for a while, and I will send someone to renovate the new house."

Zhou Jinheng drank tea slowly: "What new house?"

Zhou Huarong said, "Just the duplex in your name."

Zhou Jinheng sneered: "That's Yi Hui and I's new house. Half of the Yi family's money is in it. When will it be Tan's turn?"

In the middle of the sentence, he was angry, thinking that Zhou Jinheng hadn't come back during the Chinese New Year, Zhou Huarong was even more angry: "The people have been gone for more than half a year, and the buffer time for you is long enough, could it be that you really want to live alone in that empty house? Half a lifetime?"

"Who said I was alone?" Zhou Jinheng finished drinking tea, stood up and moved his muscles lazily, "This time I came back for the rest of my life. Before my mother died, she said that her things would be handed over to me, I believe you will be old Keep your promise, haven't touched those things?"

Before Zhou Huarong could react, Zhou Jinheng went upstairs and entered his mother's room, which was tidy up by his sister Zhou Jinyue, just like when her mother was still alive.

In the drawer of the dresser, he found a big red box with auspicious dragon and phoenix printed on it, Zhou Jinheng put it in his pocket and left.

Zhou Huarong angrily chased the door: "Where are you going?"

Zhou Jinheng didn't look back, patted his pocket and said, "Bring the family heirloom to pick up your daughter-in-law."

It's easy to say, but in fact there is still a lot of preparation work to be done.

Taking advantage of the two-day break at the end of the trip, Zhou Jinheng and Yi Hui cleaned up their homes again.

Except for the paintings that should be framed and hung on the wall, almost all personal items in the home have been replaced in pairs. In order to match the preferences of the little fool, even the toothbrush was replaced with the same cartoon style. Yi Hui's is Doraemon and his is Nobita.

Thinking that the little fool would be happy to see this when he got home, every cell in Zhou Jinheng's body was beating with activity, and the busier he was, the more excited he became.

After finishing packing, Zhou Jinheng took out his mobile phone while admiring the fruits of his labor, clicked on the dialog box with ① Xiao Huixia, and saw that the other party sent him a message without knowing it. The highest peak came to an abrupt end, and then he was dragged out of the illusion by a force of force.

He is Dora Hem, and he is not Dora Hem.

He's the bastard who makes little fools cry again and again.

When he heard Fang Youqing say "regret", the first thing he did was not to cherish the memory of the first love that died without a disease, but to think of the uselessness of regret that he had already understood.

He still thinks so, and his little fool is only afraid of being worse.

Turning on the faucet and flushing the cold face, Zhou Jinheng looked at the confused face dripping with water in the mirror, raised his hand to cover his eyes, and exhaled a heavy breath.

Just wait, wait a little longer. Wait until he has done everything he can for the little fool, and until he is sure that the little fool will not be hurt, it will not be too late to confess.

He couldn't bear the second loss.

He was really scared.