Saturday is a very beautiful date—a short break that was easy to overlook. Yu Sui also searched for this date online for the first time in more than ten years.
After all, this day had nothing to do with him in those years.
This year is special because it is the birthday of the person he likes.
So whether it’s the Lao Yan family or the Yu family, Yu Sui’s purpose is just to stay with Yan Xiu.
Uncle Doli called. Yu Sui held the phone and turned to urge Yan Xiu, who was still talking to Zheng Zi’an in the student council: “Minister, Uncle Doli is asking you how much longer you’ll be?”
The young master’s words attracted everyone’s attention.
You can guess what they are talking about you.
Although they are very restrained, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the relationship between Yan Xiu and Yu Sui has improved by more than one level. The conversations that people have heard are not much, but the eyes that they accidentally look at each other are sticky every time.
The student council privately called Yu Sui’s family member, and once Yan Xiu heard it, Yan Xiu did not show any objection.
Chen Zhanni, the President of the council, is now entering the final stage of her high school year. In fact, she has already handed over her affairs to various Heads of different committees. In the few appearances she made, she clamored to tie Yu Sui to take over.
In fact, she was just joking. She couldn’t really hand over the position to him casually. But Yan Xiu was so annoying that Chen Zhanni mentioned Yu Sui a lot. Over time, everyone in the student council occasionally had the illusion that Yu Sui was one of them.
Now hearing Yu Sui call Yan Xiu carelessly, everyone sighed, “The relationship is really strong. Only soulmates can get along so quickly, and only those with a really good relationship can they become sticky without any grudges. I don’t know who said that I didn’t know him or not.”
Zheng Zi’an and Hu Fan looked away, saying in their hearts, “You are all too naive. Their relationship is true.”
Yan Xiu turned his attention to the student council, and everyone quickly waved their hands to indicate that there was no problem.
Yan Xiu raised his eyebrows, but said nothing. He happily left early.
Everyone in the student council stood there and watched them go downstairs to get into the car, before dispersing in all directions with shouts.
A certain person was so active today that he wanted to turn on the phone immediately and almost used the loudspeaker to announce that they were going back to the same place today. But when they got in the car, that certain person didn’t pay attention to anyone.
Yu Sui leaned against the window, making it clear that he didn’t want Yan Xiu to see what he was doing.
After Yan Xiu got the same perfunctory “hmm” when he spoke several times, he remained silent for two seconds before tearing the young master off from the window.
Yu Sui turned over the phone and grabbed the arm under his neck: “Uncle Doli, help me!”
Uncle Doli said he was driving and couldn’t help.
When the car passed Fucun, Yu Sui got off the car and refused to let Yan Xiu follow him.
From the car, Uncle Doli and Yan Xiu saw Yu Sui sitting cross-legged in the doorway. Afterwards, a short man walked up to him and handed Yu Sui a bag. Yu Sui hurriedly put it into his bag and trotted back to the car.
Now, Uncle Doli was also curious: “What’s in that?”
Yu Sui glanced at Yan Xiu: “Secret.”
“Oh,” said Uncle Doli, “a secret.”
Then, he didn’t ask any more questions.
Yu Sui didn’t hide the gifts at all. He put everything in front of Yan Xiu. Just to maintain a basic sense of mystery, he covered the gifts with a layer of bags.
Yan Xiu wanted to cooperate with him, but he knew Yu Sui well, so it was hard not to guess what was inside. So he could only pretend that he lacked all five senses and couldn’t smell the smell of flowers wafting from someone’s bag.
He felt like he was playing a game to see who was more stupid, and both he and Yu Sui were addicted to it.
Of course, Lao Yan’s son’s birthday cannot be celebrated casually. Tang Ying had asked him on WeChat a long time ago when he would go back, but she didn’t say anything when she heard that Yan Xiu was going to Yu’s house.
To be honest, Yan Xiu’s birthdays have been quite lively in the past few years, but this year is not a good year—most of the Yan family’s relatives are not in Yandu. If Lao Yan wants to come back, he has to catch an early morning flight, so he has apologized on the phone early. This year is destined to be more deserted than before.
Yan Xiu actually didn’t care much about it. He and Lao Yan shared the same logic and believed that birthdays are the connecting points of life, but they don’t need to be rigidly fixed. After all, people can’t mature or grow overnight just by celebrating a birthday. Sometimes it even seems annoying and complicated because he has to meet too many people that day, and he is much more tired than usual.
Yu Sui should have been like this. In the Yu family’s business, there were descendants as prosperous as branches, and there were many relatives and friends who can’t be named. Birthdays will only be more tiring than him.
But he can still maintain his original enthusiasm for celebrating other people’s birthdays.
Yan Xiu glanced at the schoolbag. Although he had already guessed what it was, he still couldn’t help but look forward to it. Then, he suddenly remembered that he was sent to live with his grandmother one year when he was young, because Lao Yan had to spare a long time to prepare an anniversary gift for Tang Ying that year.
Yan Xiu could only understand this as a proof of his parents’ love, but he could not understand the repetition of the same elaborate, complicated celebration year after year.
Lao Yan told him, “Most things in a person’s life are originally a recombination of old elements and do not have to be reduced to repetition. Once I meet your mother, even if the same things happen repeatedly, they will become new and lively. For example, I know that Tang Ying is going to prepare a dinner without salt for me, but I am still looking forward to it.”
Yan Xiu can’t feel the same way as Lao Yan now, but he does look forward to staying with each other for a long time.
Yu Sui didn’t expect that the celebration his father said was really a celebration.
Yuan Yu, Yu Liao and Yu Zhen were all there, and the table was full of laptops. The other end of the video was connected to Yu Jingyuan and his uncle’s generation in a foreign land.
Later, Yu Zhen discovered that the two boys were facing a laptop, and their faces were getting more and more paralyzed while eating. Then she covered the laptop with her palm, ending this inexplicable air conversation.
There was a lot of noise on the other end before the computer was turned off, but after it was turned off, the restaurant seemed particularly quiet. Yu Zhen raised her hand slightly against the gaze of Yuan Yu and Yu Liao: “Eat.”
Yuan Yu and Yu Liao: “…”
Yu Sui gave Yan Xiu a piece of cold dish without raising his head.
Yan Xiu picked it up and looked at Yu Zhen calmly.
It seemed that they really just came back to have this meal with Yu Sui. After eating, they once again showed the busy side of the Yu family. They got in the car at the door and safely left the huge house to their two children.
“Auntie, they usually don’t go upstairs.” Yu Sui and Yan Xiu walked into the room and suddenly received a call from Yu Liao.
Yu Liao had a document that he didn’t take, so he asked Yu Sui to give it to him.
“Wait a minute.” Yu Sui ran into the study and rummaged through the bookshelf. Finally found the one Yu Liao wanted, he put it under his arm and took it downstairs.
Yuan Yu left with Yu Zhen’s car, leaving Yu Liao alone in the garage.
Yu Sui threw the document over and heard Yu Liao ask him: “Xiao Xiu’s birthday is tomorrow. Do you remember it?”
“… I remember.” Yu Sui lowered his eyes and clicked a few times on his phone.
Yu Liao: “Have you prepared a gift?”
Yu Sui raised his eyes and suddenly stretched out his hands: “That is between me and Yan Xiu. What about you, ge? Where is your gift?”
Yu Liao was choked by his arrogant attitude: “It’s not your birthday.”
“Then I’ll get it for him.” Yu Sui blinked. “You’re not coming back tonight. Could it be that you plan to go to Yan’s house to deliver it to me tomorrow?”
Then he paused and added: “Pretentious.”
Yu Liao was struck by his thoughts: “…”
He was not prepared at all. If he hadn’t seen Yan Xiu, he probably hadn’t thought about it yet, and was about to go back and let his assistant prepare, but Yu Sui blocked his escape. Yu Liao rummaged around on his body, finally took the newly bought pen and put it in Yu Sui’s hand and said angrily: “I’m leaving.”
Yu Sui held the pen box: “Be careful on the road.”
Yu Liao: “…”
Probably because he saw that Yu Sui was not the type to stab him after asking, Yu Liao glanced at him one more time before entering the car and said thoughtfully, “You are kind to him.”
Yu Sui’s expression remained unchanged: “Isn’t it what you want to get along well with each other?”
“I also hope you can learn from others.” Yu Liao said.
Yu Sui nodded obediently. Although he felt that his gege’s words had some underlying meaning, he didn’t think about it at the moment.
There were only two boys upstairs, and the maids went to bed very early.
After the two took a shower, they turned on the projector and came out to watch a movie. It was a foreign slice-of-life movie, and the protagonist happened to be a musician.
Yu Sui was sitting on the carpet, fiddling with his cell phone very carelessly. Yan Xiu sat on the edge of the bed with one leg bent, and the one hanging down became Yu Sui’s support.
Yan Xiu looked at it very seriously. After wiping his hair, he took off the towel and replaced it with another one to cover Yu Sui’s head.
Yu Sui’s hair has grown longer. And when it was slightly dry, the broken hair at the end was a bit prickly.
His fingers slid across that place, and Yu Sui subconsciously jerked forward, then put down the phone and turned to look at him.
“What are you looking at again?” Yan Xiu asked.
“Guess,” Yu Suiyan said. The phone was handed over and the screen stopped at the group chat. Yan Xiu had never seen this group chat, but it was not difficult to understand why this group existed.
A group chat with hundreds of people was discussing Yan Xiu’s birthday enthusiastically. They didn’t mention what gifts they wanted to give, but instead cared about whether Yu Sui would give him a gift. Some people also held a vote to bet on whether Yu Sui would give a gift.
“Why didn’t they ask me what I wanted to give?” Yu Sui said.
Yan Xiu didn’t know what he meant, so he asked cooperatively: “What are you giving me?”
“A box of allergens.” Yu Sui raised his chin in that direction and clicked his tongue, “I wanted to change it after I came back… but I haven’t found one I’m satisfied with yet.”
“No need to change.” Yan Xiu said. “It’s practical.”
Yu Sui responded.
Yan Xiu glanced at the hair dryer hesitantly, but now that the atmosphere was just right, the buzzing sound of the hair dryer seemed inappropriate. So he took a towel and wiped the young master’s head carefully.
“Don’t like winning awards?” Yan Xiu asked.
The musician in the movie happened to receive the trophy.
“No.” Yu Sui was not too surprised by this question. “It’s just that every time I go up, I feel that my excellence blinds the people next to me, so I’m very embarrassed and want to leave some room for others to show off.”
Then, the towel covered his face, as if to cover his mouth that kept running.
Yu Sui was laughing behind the towel full of shampoo smell, and his half-dried hair swept back and forth against Yan Xiu’s legs, making people itch.
Yan Xiu moved his legs and crossed them on the bed.
Yu Sui grabbed the towel and came down while laughing, until his voice became hoarse.
“Come here.” Yan Xiu grabbed his clothes and pulled him closer, his fingers landing on Yu Sui’s neck. His laughter abruptly stopped.
Yu Sui’s vocal cords were pressed, a flush spreading across his pale neck. He flailed like a duck being pushed into water: “No…”
He’d noticed it the last time Yan Xiu massaged his vocal cords. The effect was almost instantaneous, leaving him no room to maneuver.
Yan Xiu silently withdrew his fingers, looking up at Yu Sui.
A flailing pink dumpling.
He leaned back in his chair to ease the awkwardness, but didn’t move anywhere.
Yan Xiu stood up.
He hadn’t asked anything, but he knew everything.
Yu Sui pursed his lips and glanced at the movie. It was just ending, the music soothing and melodious. He had timed it perfectly. The curtain fell right at midnight, so he could be the first to say “Happy Birthday” to his boyfriend. But his breathing was heavy, and he didn’t want to speak yet, afraid his hoarse voice would invite Yan Xiu to touch him again.
He watched Yan Xiu approaching, and his heartbeat almost jumped out of his chest.
In fact, staying in a hotel was not very bearable. And unfortunately, they had to get up early every day and were very tired at night.
Yan Xiu came and looked at him very seriously, as if waiting for some kind of answer.
Yu Sui raised his head, kissed Yan Xiu, and held his hand.
The credits rolled.
Yu Sui said hoarsely: “Happy birthday.”
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