Later, someone asked Bo Jingci when the happiest moment in his life was, and he would always think of Song Jingmian at this time.
She held the spray bucket in both hands, tilted her head slightly, her lips curled slightly, her eyebrows curved into nice arcs, and her eyes held a flamboyant smile and happiness.
Pucheng's chirping voice was still echoing in his ears, but at this moment, his mind was filled with her sweet "Happy Birthday" just now.
Even the eyes can only accommodate him.
He couldn't explain how he felt now, he could only hear his heartbeat beating violently.
"Aci?"
She came closer to him, her tone gentle and calm.
Bo Jingci almost immediately hugged the person in front of him, tightened his hands around her waist slightly, and buried his head deeply in the crook of her neck.
Song Jingmian also stayed on his body for a long time contentedly, absorbing all the aura from him that made Tian feel safe.
"Wife."
After a long time, he murmured, his voice full of nostalgia.
"OK OK!"
Pucheng watched the two people hugging each other for almost five minutes. He really couldn't stand the show of affection between the two people, so he quickly said in a nonchalant manner.
"I know you two are better off than getting married, but there are still people here. What do you want to do after dinner..."
This boy in Pucheng was used to being pampered. Everyone else was afraid of Bo Jingci, but he was the only one who was fearless and even dared to make jokes about him.
Being teased like this by Pucheng, Song Jingmian blushed a little, especially in front of her aunt and uncle, she was a little embarrassed.
The two separated from the embrace. The aunt smiled and patted Pucheng on the shoulder: "You are a kid, what do you know?"
Pucheng pursed his lips and murmured in a low voice: "Now they say I'm young again, and they always urge me to find a girlfriend."
Although the words were whispered, the five people were very close, so the words naturally fell into the ears of Pu's father and Pu's mother.
Even Song Jingmian couldn't help but blush. Hearing these words, he curled his lips and smiled.
The aunt walked up to Pucheng and said, "You kid, your mind is racing very fast right now."
Pucheng grinned carelessly: "Hey, you don't even know who gave birth to me, you're so smart."
My aunt saw the green hair on his head and heard his overt and covert compliments tonight. She was angry and funny: "You, you!"
The aunt greeted everyone to the dining table. When everyone sat down, the aunt still couldn't help but said: "Xiaocheng, when did you dye your hair?"
Pucheng heard this and smiled: "How about it, show off!"
My aunt let out a light "tsk": "I don't know if it's cool or not, it's just so green that it makes people panic."
Pucheng: "...Mom"
Pucheng murmured: "Use the Internet less often."
——
After a pleasant meal, when he put down his bowls and chopsticks, Song Jingmian went to push out a medium-sized cake.
“It hasn’t been this lively in years.”
The aunt sighed subconsciously.
Although Bo Jingci comes to the house for dinner every year, he rarely talks and is not keen on the rituals of birthdays. Even though she prepares cakes every time, Bo Jingci only eats some symbolically.
When Song Jingmian heard her aunt's sigh, she pursed her lips and smiled: "It will be so lively from now on."
Song Jingmian put in the candles and everyone started singing happy birthday as soon as they turned off the lights.
Bo Jingci can no longer remember the last time he sang happy birthday.
Just in the darkness, watching Song Jingmian singing to him seriously, my mind seemed to go back to my childhood and birthday moments.
Although the memory is very blurry, the emotion in my heart is getting stronger and stronger.
His heart skipped a beat, and his eyes stared at Song Jingmian for a moment.
The flame of the candle reflected her bright smile, and when those clear eyes looked at him, Bo Jingci felt as if he had seen the whole world.
——
After celebrating Bo Jingci's birthday at their aunt's house, the two chatted with their aunt and uncle for a while before preparing to go home.
On the way back, Bo Jingci held Song Jingmian's hand tightly, and the partition had already been raised before Xiao Zhang opened the car.
"Why didn't you tell me when you came back?"
Bo Jingci gently stroked Song Jingmian's soft hand and said softly.
"Isn't this a surprise for you?" Song Jingmian grinned, as if he was heartless.
Bo Jingci sighed softly: "I would be worried if you didn't reply to my message."
"ah?"
Only then did Song Jingmian use her free hand to open her phone, and sure enough she saw the messages Bo Jingci sent at different times.
"Sorry, I didn't pay attention to my phone."
The man sighed softly, helplessly: "Why are you saying sorry, huh?"
He rubbed her head and said, "Idiot."
Song Jingmian remained in the position where he was ravaging her and sat down obediently.
"Come back early?"
I remember when I was chatting with her before, she also said that she would not be back for a few days.
"Yes."
Song Jingmian smiled: "To give you a surprise!"
Seeing her smiling so happily, Bo Jingci also laughed: "Well, I'm very surprised."
When she suddenly appeared in front of him, it was the biggest surprise.
"correct."
Song Jingmian smiled mysteriously: "Aren't you curious about what gift I have prepared for you?"
She shook his arm and asked.
Bo Jingci was surprised: "Are there any gifts?"
Song Jingmian frowned: "Ah..."
Before she could say anything, the man laughed slightly.
"Isn't it the best gift you can give me if you come back early?"
Song Jingmian was shocked by his sudden words and was stunned for a moment, "You are too easily satisfied, aren't you?"
She sighed softly.
The man just took her hand and held her against his chest, "Mianmian."
His voice was extremely serious: "You are my greatest satisfaction."
——
After returning home, Bo Jingci was stunned when he opened the door.
The home has obviously been decorated, with large and small chandeliers on, cute little balloons placed around it, and a small cake placed on the dining table.
The light is slightly warm, illuminating the warmth in the room.
Bo Jingci was a little surprised: "Why did you prepare these?"
Didn’t we do it all at my aunt’s house just now?
Song Jingmian saw the disbelieving surprise in his eyes and smiled.
He never liked busy and busy places, so Song Jingmian never thought of setting up a birthday party for him before his birthday.
I also know that he will go to his aunt as usual.
But it was her first birthday for him, and she didn't want to celebrate it simply. Even if there were only two people, she still wanted to have the excitement and ceremony of two people.
He held Song Jingmian's hand, brought her to the dining table, and looked at the small cake: "Did you make this?"
There are no unnecessary patterns on it, just a few crooked little flowers dotted around it, and a Q-print portrait of two people on top, which looks particularly cute.
I don’t know where she got these cute things, just like her.
Song Jingmian nodded sheepishly.
She was in a hurry, and she was a little handicapped, so it didn't look good, at least in her opinion.
Bo Jingci turned sideways, with a smile in his eyes, suddenly lowered his head, held her head, and gave her a gentle peck.
"It's beautiful, I like it very much."
