After transferring to another school, I was at the same table as the school girl who had a crush on

Chapter 61 Birthday Cake

The newly born Shang Yang is a standard spoiled child.

Cheerful personality, good family background, ignorant of the sufferings of the world, laughing and joking all day long and not doing a good job, the biggest worry in life is that old man Shang Houde is really annoying, is he human with those school bullies who get up early at 05:30 every day?

So he is not ashamed at all to conform to the enjoyment of nature.

Those who are favored are always confident.

When stepping out of the cinema door top-heavy, Li Qing's head was still blank, and he almost stepped on the ground.

On the contrary, after rinsing the whole bottle of mineral water, the instigator had already looked normal, and his eyes were sick and his hands were about to support him: "Oh, I didn't see it, Li Xiaoqing, your kidneys are so weak?"

Li Qing's ears turned red from the tip of his neck to his neck: "I didn't!"

"Okay, okay——" Shang Yang saw that Li Qing was about to blush to explode in the next second, he held back his laughter, and didn't tease him again, "Where shall we go next?"

Li Qing murmured: "Teacher Shang said he would treat us to dinner."

Half an hour later, in the box of a Sichuan restaurant on the fourth floor of the shopping plaza.

Shang Houde glanced at Li Qing and his son strangely.

Obviously they were still those two people, but he always felt that something was different.

"Old Shang." Shang Yang ordered several dishes from the menu, and said casually, "You have a bad stomach, let me order steamed fish and pumpkin porridge for you."

Feeling his son's concern, Shang Houde was flattered and had a hot nose: "Yangyang, you are so considerate of Dad, Dad is really very happy, so happy. You don't know how much Dad misses you these years. When you were in the middle school entrance examination , Dad specially guarded..."

Li Qing quickly studied the menu 'seriously'.

Shang Yang looked bored, listened to the earnest teachings he had listened to 180 times, and by the way gave Li Qing a threatening look at Li Qing who was "being alone".

"Ahem..." Li Qing's thigh was pinched by Shang Yang, and he said bravely, "Teacher Shang, didn't you say you brought a gift for Shang Yang?"

"Yes, a gift!" Shang Houde was reminded, took out a shoe box from under the table, and handed it to Shang Yang, "This is for you."

He took out another shoe box and handed it to Li Qing, "This is for Xiao Li."

Li Qing was surprised: "I have it too?"

"Your birthday is only half a month later than Yangyang's." Shang Houde said with a kind smile, "At that time, the teacher may go to other places to meet an old friend, and he is afraid that he will not be able to make it back, so he gave the gift first."

"Great Concubine Qing, you are allowed to keep it." Shang Yang unceremoniously took Li Qing's shoes, opened them for a look, and stuffed them into his arms, "These shoes are good for your knees when running, and your shoes should be changed too." Yes, it’s all a few years ago.”

Li Qing was a little moved.

Shang Yang then said with a smirk: "The relationship between us, in the future, you will have to pay back dozens of times to Grandpa and Lao Shang."

Shang Houde was still a little puzzled.

Li Qing already understood.

What Shang Yang meant was the relationship between him and Shang Yang. In the future, grandpa and Shang Houde would depend on the two of them for the elderly care. The time and energy spent could not be measured by a pair of sneakers.

His parents are dead and he is alone.

Shang Yang forcefully pulled him into his relationship network, rebuilt his connection with the world, and became his last relative.

"This guy..." Li Qing put away his sneakers, and the silent emotion in his heart washed back and forth.

He murmured helplessly, "It's really..."

The three had a meal together.

In order not to worry Shang Houde, the two of Shang Yang didn't mention a word about today's transfer exam.So after dinner, Shang Houde still sent Li Qing and Shang Yang to school.

After sending people to the gate of the old community, Shang Yang and Li Qing pushed the door and got off.

Shang Houde looked at the two people beside the car.

Under the hot sun at noon, the sound of cars and people at the gate of the community is noisy.The seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys are tall and have long legs and outstanding appearance. Standing together, each one is more vigorous than the other, and the spirit and pride can't be hidden on their faces.

Shang Houde seemed to be touched, and gestured: "The child who was so small in my arms at the beginning has grown so big in the blink of an eye."

Seeing that he was about to nag again, Shang Yang stuck out his tongue.

Li Qing gave him a reproachful look.

Shang Yang didn't dare to make trouble anymore, and stood upright, as if respectful to listen to the imperial decree.

"When people are old, they like to talk a lot." Shang Houde stopped talking and said with a smile, "Go ahead, young people should be with young people."

Li Qing bid farewell to Shang Houde politely, and said: "Teacher Shang, please drive carefully when you go back." Then he glanced at Shang Yang.

Shang Yang had already left towards Li Qing's house, so he had to wave his hand perfunctorily and shouted: "I know you are very busy, if you have time to sleep more, don't keep running here. Also, pay attention to your stomach. "

"goodbye!"

Through the car window, I watched the two children walking side by side along the path, turning into the room, and every step seemed to be stepping on the best years extravagantly.

Shang Houde smiled.

He took out his mobile phone and made a call. There was nostalgia in his voice that he didn't realize.

"Hey, Dr. Zhang, the results of the physical examination you said last time showed a shadow in my stomach. Let me have time to go for a re-examination... I will go there later. Do you have time today?"

After hanging up the phone, he rubbed his rough face and started the car.

Under the scorching sun, the car passed through the hustle and bustle of people and cars, and the wind blown by the tires stirred the leaves on the roadside, rustling and shaking softly, and each sound faintly indicated the breath of the approaching autumn.

Li Qing's house.

In front of the study desk.

The air conditioner is whistling, the chirping of cicadas and the heat in the shaded trees outside, the sound of mahjong in the chess and card room downstairs and the sounds of grandpas and aunts settling accounts, all seem to be isolated in another world.

"Qi Chen's grandson is really a grandson. For my birthday, he wrapped a 180-inch big cake in Shangri-La and piled up a luxurious big champagne tower. Later, he will go to Langshan with people to ride a motorcycle. Thank you for not forgetting to send me a picture cloud to participate in this birthday star?"

After flipping through the pictures sent by Qi Chen, Shang Yang crossed his legs, lazily gnawed on a popsicle, and stared at Li Qing resentfully: "Even Qi Chen remembered buying a cake. Li Xiaoqing, my luxurious love cake! "

"Teacher Shang said he wanted to buy you a cake, but you didn't want it." Li Qing was bending over to arrange two snow-white English test papers and an alarm clock neatly on the table.

Getting up together, he took the popsicle out of Shang Yang's mouth: "This is the third popsicle today, I should have a stomachache later."

"It's the last one, let me finish it!" Shang Yang tilted his chair back, dodged Li Qing's big hand, and quickly took a big bite of the popsicle. He was so cold that he could only inhale, and said vaguely: "The old man's The cake belongs to the old man, I don't care for it. I want yours!"

"No." Seeing Shang Yang's rogue-like appearance, Li Qing said helplessly, "Just this one, otherwise I won't be able to eat spicy chicken tonight."

Hearing the spicy chicken, Shang Yang's eyes lit up, and he immediately became honest. He bit the popsicle twice, and sat docilely at the desk, as well-behaved as a primary school student who longs for little red flowers.

"Li Xiaoqing, let's start? After finishing the papers, we can eat early."

This is a recent little game between the two of them - a competition to write papers.

Within the specified time, whoever has the highest score in rolling noodles can enjoy the fairy treatment of lying on the bed like an uncle all day, watching the other party wash all the bowls and smelly socks.

Today they are comparing English.

In order to prevent the disparity from being too tragic, Li Qing acquiesced to the unequal treaty proposed by Shang Yang that if the score is [-] points lower than him, he will win.

"Then let's start." Li Qing pinched the stopwatch and said seriously, "Submit the paper within two hours, don't play tricks this time."

"Ah, ah, ah." Shang Yang waved his hand casually.

Li Qing pressed the timer: "Start now... um..."

Shang Yang got up and leaned forward, skillfully pried open Li Qing's lips, with the sweetness and coldness of mung bean popsicles, quickly swept Li Qing's lips in a circle with a crushing momentum.

After a kiss, he chuckled and threw himself on the test paper: "I kissed before the timer went off, so it's not a violation of the rules. Li Xiaoqing, I'm sorry to ask you to do the dishes again!"

Li Qing: ...

ka ka ka-

In the silent room, the palm-sized pocket alarm clock refused to stop every minute, reminding Li Qing how long he had been behind.

Li Qing, who was attacked for the nth time, had hot ears, with a serious face, changed his sitting position, shook his head helplessly, and threw himself into the battle of English letters.

two hours later.

"How is it possible?" Shang Yang, who had failed miserably for the fourth round, stared at the test paper and said in shock, "I was thinking of C in this reading comprehension question, why is D written on the test paper? When I was writing the test paper, did I Amnesia?"

Li Qing checked his test paper, and said seriously: "It's not just that question, Brother Shang, look at this grammar test you missed once in the monthly test last month, and there was a modified question in the English class test last time, only a subjunctive voice was added. , you made a mistake again. Add up, you have made a mistake three times for a question."

"!!!" Shang Yang was no longer surprised by Li Qing's inhuman memory, but he couldn't let go of his stupidity, and said in horror: "So... Li Xiaoqing! Am I really suffering from Alzheimer's disease?"

"..." Li Xiaoqing, who originally wanted to criticize a few more words, got stuck.

"Li Xiaoqing, what should I do." Shang Yang hugged Li Xiaoqing, and cried bitterly, "I haven't had time to spend all my savings, and I just married a beautiful and beautiful wife less than half a year ago. We haven’t been able to capture the crystallization of our love, and we haven’t had time to try all the resources numbered 1 to [-] in the hidden folder of the D drive... I still have too many regrets in my life..."

"So, Li Xiaoqing, are you really not going to give me a farewell kiss?"

"..." Li Qing's head was full of black lines, and he knocked on Shang Yang's head, "Make a good summary, and watch less messy things at ordinary times."

Shang Yang's eyes flashed cunningly.

In the next second, Li Qing was rushed forward by the howling Shang Yang, "Li Xiaoqing, come here, a farewell kiss, a farewell kiss, uh... woo woo woo..."

There was the rustle of clothes rubbing against each other, the sound of water and panting in the air.

"do not move……"

Before the kiss was over, Li Qing pushed Shang Yang away, quickly turned over, pressed his wrist to the side of his head, bent his knee, and pressed Shang Yang's troublesome leg threateningly.

"You haven't finished your homework, don't mess around." He said seriously with red ears.

This posture made Shang Yang feel a bit dangerous: "Well, Li Xiaoqing, you can talk if you talk, can you get up?"

Li Xiaoqing said seriously that he refused.

Not as strong as others, Shang Yang finally raised his hands in surrender: "I promise not to make trouble."

Shang Yang, who had been making a fuss for a while, finally behaved.Li Qing forced him to check the paper together again, wrote a set of wrong questions, and deeply reviewed his own carelessness like homework.

"Good performance." 'Strict Master' Li Qing said seriously, "You can take a rest now."

Shang Yangru received the amnesty order, put his arms around Li Qing's neck, hung on his back, and said sadly: "Li Xiaoqing, you must not love me anymore. You didn't prepare a cake for me on my birthday, and you even murdered me. You really chased me When he was so cautious, so shy and cute, he changed his appearance as soon as he caught up with him, a needle in the bottom of a man's heart..."

"..." Li Qing was thin-skinned, he didn't have the nerve to argue with Shang Yang on the question of 'do you love him or not', so he pretended not to hear Shang Yang's nagging.

With Shang Yang on his back, Li Qing walked into the kitchen, and the script he heard has become: "Conscience is wrongly paid, Du Shiniang sinks the treasure chest in anger, a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall, Wang Jiawei's love is guaranteed..."

So what kind of mess does this guy usually watch.

With black lines all over his head, Li Qing bent down and took out a cake from the deepest part of the freezer.

The cake is only six inches in size, with a layer of walnuts and almonds sprinkled on the snow-white cream. There are two candles inserted in the middle, one marked with 1 and the other marked with 8. At the front is a painting, using chocolate as mountains, Little golden oranges pretend to be the sun and burst out from the mountains.

"Hmm...cream is really too difficult to style."

Li Qing said embarrassedly: "It's a bit ugly, if you don't dislike it..."

Shang Yang's mouth grew wide, and his mind went blank for a moment.

Li Qingzi!Has!Do!have to!

"If you find it ugly." Li Qing said, "I can only..."

"Don't dislike it, don't dislike it!" Fireworks exploded in Shang Yang's head, and he snatched the cake from Li Qing's hand.Squinting his eyes, he said, "It's beautiful."

"As good-looking as you."

Li Qing looked at the ugly cake and fell into deep thought.

Sitting at the dining table, facing the pocket cake, in the music of "Happy Birthday to You", Shang Yang closed his eyes and made a wish.

Passing the cake knife to Shang Yang, Li Qing asked curiously, "What wish did you make?"

Shang Yang smiled and shook his head: "When I made a wish just now, the Bodhisattva told me that this question can only be told to the concubine who conceived a dragon son for me, Li Xiaoqing, do you want to conceive a child for me?"

Li Qing's ears turned red, his small face became serious and he remained silent.

Shang Yang took a cake knife, dug out a large piece of cake, and put chocolate chips, almond slices, and walnuts into Li Qing's bowl: "Tsk, what's wrong with having a child for me? I can also reward you with cream and chocolate."

"Well, there are too many!" Li Qing couldn't dodge, and was stuffed with a big bowl of cream.

He was educated since he was a child not to waste food, so he could only stare at Shang Yang and start eating slowly.

Shang Yang stared at him with a smile on his face.

Geniuses also have shortcomings, and Li Qing's shortcoming is obviously pasta baking.

It was the first time he made a cake, he was inexperienced, the baking firepower was not enough, and he couldn't handle the shape of the cream. From the appearance to the taste of the six-inch small cake, it can only be said to be quite satisfactory.

But Shang Yang, who has always disliked sweets, ate them all without saying a word.

When clearing away the dishes, Li Qing asked again: "So, Brother Shang, what did you wish for just now?"

Shang Yang smiled and said, "Why, are you going to conceive a child for me?"

Li Qing fell silent again.

In the evening, the two of them sorted out the knowledge points in the three-year textbooks of chemistry high school together, drew a huge but detailed logical network of knowledge points, and analyzed the thinking of the person who wrote the question through examples, simulating that each other gave each other answers. A few questions.

By the time it was done, it was almost eleven o'clock in the evening.

After the two of them washed up, they went to bed and slept side by side.

"What's for breakfast tomorrow?" Li Qing asked Shang Yang while setting the alarm clock.

Shang Yang was drowsy from sleepiness: "The red oil Chao Shou in the morning is delicious."

Li Qing hummed.

Before going to sleep at night, the air is immersed in the intoxicating tranquility and safety of thick warm water.

Hearing the softer breathing of the person next to him, Li Qing approached Shang Yang who was about to prick his nose, and whispered in his dream.

"Brother Shang, today is your birthday, what exactly did you wish for?"

puff--

Finally couldn't bear it any longer, Shang Yang, who was pretending to be asleep, laughed out loud: "Li Xiaoqing, you are too cute."

"Don't laugh!" Li Qing was so annoyed by the laughter, turned over and pressed on Shang Yang, threatening sternly, "If you laugh again, I won't cook for you."

Shang Yang tried his best to hold back his smile: "Okay, okay, don't laugh, don't laugh."

Without waiting for Li Qing's answer, he stretched out his arm, hooked Li Qing's neck, pulled him down, and gently pecked at the corner of his mouth.

"I told God just now that I have a little boy friend who is stubborn, stubborn and picky eaters. His first half of life was too hard and painful. If possible, I want to share my blessings with him and bless him for the rest of his life. Well, for the rest of my life, there is nothing but joy and peace.”

The air was quiet and serene, Li Qing heard the sound of his heart beating powerfully, and the sour emotion spread from the softest part of his heart to every nerve in his body, limbs, and bones like an electric shock.

Indulging in that bright and gentle gaze, he heard Shang Yang's voice with a smile.

"Also, I sincerely thank God for sending you when I was 17 years old."

"My dearest Li Xiaoqing."