CFL 57

Wen Ci watched as Jiang Yufeng’s large hand covered her palm, pretending to have a rope, she tugged at it, only to find Jiang Yufeng remained motionless.

“Ah, you have to play along with me.”

Jiang Yufeng turned his head, and Wen Ci followed, trying to cup his face: “Xiaoyu~ Happy birthday.”

Jiang Yufeng pinched her chin, forcing her to slightly open her mouth, her eyes round and gleaming.

Jiang Yufeng: “I see you’re getting more and more demanding.”

Wen Ci smiled foolishly: “Hehe.”

Clearly, whenever Jiang Yufeng heard the nickname “Xiaoyu,” his expression would always become somewhat gloomy. His deep-set eyebrows and eyes made him look intimidating when he had no expression, which was why he was always labeled as aloof and unapproachable.

Wen Ci used to be a bit afraid, fearing that he would come over at any moment, but now…

Zhao Shuran sent a message saying that everything was ready and asked Wen Ci to bring Jiang Yufeng back to welcome the surprise of the birthday party.

On the way back, Wen Ci kept pulling Jiang Yufeng, hopping and jumping, and whispering into his ear: “Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu~~ How nice it sounds, Xiaoyu, happy birthday.”

She didn’t look angry at all.

Jiang Yufeng grabbed his waist with one hand, lifted him up sideways, Wen Ci let out a “Wow,” wrapped his arms around his neck, with a bright smile and a hint of self-forgetfulness.

It wasn’t the first time Jiang Yufeng had explicitly stated that he didn’t like the nickname “Xiaoyu,” but Wen Ci just wouldn’t change. Perhaps there was a bit of a naturally mischievous nature in her, and inside, she was not the sweet red bean paste, but clearly a sesame glutinous rice ball.

Wen Ci fearlessly called out all the way: “Xiaoyu, Brother Xiaoyu~”

The final tone slightly rose, with a lingering and ambiguous intonation, drawing puzzled glances from the passers-by. Wen Ci’s face turned red all at once, her skin fair and rosy, looking quite beautiful.

Wen Ci suddenly lowered her head, only to realize that this was not the path they had taken earlier. Jiang Yufeng deliberately led her to a crowded place, which was too mean.

“Put me down, ahhhh put me down.” Wen Ci lay on his back, almost crying.

Jiang Yufeng didn’t let go, calmly pulled Wen Ci’s face and kissed her, making it even more obvious to onlookers.

Wen Ci was so embarrassed that she felt like her head was smoking.

As a result, it was only when they were close to home that Jiang Yufeng finally put her down. Wen Ci’s face had already lost all its luster.

The people here were all old neighbors, nodding acquaintances, but they also knew each other. During the New Year, everyone was on holiday and back home. Who didn’t know that Zhao Shuran’s family had entertained a big in-law? What was even more shocking was that Jiang Yufeng had found a partner in his first year of college, and the speed was astonishing.

Jiang Yufeng, with his top-tier handsome face, could easily be compared to a star on TV with any casual photo. He was full of vigor, cold, and had excellent academic performance, naturally becoming the Big Shot on this street. Of course, he was also the prince charming of many peers. However, Jiang Yufeng’s style of doing things soon shattered their fantasies. There was also a small part of people who liked Jiang Yufeng’s style, thinking it was very sexually tense and wanted to be with him.

But in the end, they were all scared away by Jiang Yufeng’s mouth, and some even cried and went to Zhao Shuran to complain.

The light at the entrance of the house was turned off, dark. Jiang Yufeng found it strange, held Wen Ci’s hand and went in. As soon as they stepped on the stairs, there was a bang, and the confetti and banners were pulled open together, sprinkling colorful confetti.

The confetti fell on Jiang Yufeng’s eyelids and was caught by his eyelashes. He looked at the people standing in two rows around him, and his voice was not suppressed at all: “It seems like a wedding.”

Wen Ci: “Ah?”

“Change the banner.” Jiang Yufeng immediately rejected Yun Anhe with a glance, “You live up to your reputation.”

Yun Anhe hummed twice, “You should thank me. This is the gift I gave you. For this, I deliberately went to my uncle’s house for the New Year and kept it a secret. It seems to be very successful.”

Cheng He first saw Wen Ci at first glance, he always ate Wen Ci’s appearance, the second glance was Jiang Yufeng, “You actually brought Wen Ci home for the New Year, did you still arrange me at the main table before?”

Mei Xinyuan really had some disdain: “Silly, only Yun Anhe’s aesthetics, I don’t understand why you would do design.”

This was the first time Wen Ci heard Mei Xinyuan’s voice, it sounded very good, completely different from ordinary people.

Mei Xinyuan greeted him: “I know your name is Wen Ci.”

Wen Ci nodded: “Xiao… Jiang Yufeng has mentioned.”

Almost slipped.

“I guess when he introduced you, he must have said he has no heart.”

“… No, no…” Wen Ci would never admit that he was the one who heard wrong.

Jiang Yufeng, known for his aloof and handsome label outside, although this kind of occasion was socially dead and old-fashioned, he still remained calm and accepted it, and was even collecting red envelopes.

Mei Xinyuan: “We have prepared gifts for you, and also, how old are you, still receiving red envelopes.”

“It’s not called a red envelope.” Jiang Yufeng corrected her, “It’s a gift money.”

“… What? What about the wedding wine and candy?”

“Give you in a few years.”

“Even with credit, if you run out of money, Wen Ci, don’t marry him, let him wait for a few years, I can’t stand his arrogant look.”

Arrogant?

Zhao Shuran sensitively moved her ears, afraid that Jiang Yufeng would say African buffalo again next second.

Jiang Yufeng: “I am wild Africa…”

Zhao Shuran interrupted the spell: “Jiang Yufeng!”

Jiang Yufeng turned his head and looked over.

“Get ready for the barbecue, come over.”

Zhao Shuran played a decisive role in this birthday party. After all, with Jiang Yufeng’s personality, he would probably just collect gifts, eat a few pieces of KFC bucket meal, and that’s it.

Before it started, Wen Ci took a photo and posted it on WeChat Moments, but for a moment he didn’t know how to caption it. Xin Jingqi was next to her: “Let me, let me.”

Wen Ci obediently handed over the phone: “Mom, you do it.”

Turning her head, she took over the chicken wings that Jiang Yufeng had just grilled, Wen Ci looked up and asked: “You are the birthday boy, why are you grilling.”

“This is Auntie’s.” Jiang Yufeng said, “I am allergic to what they grill.”

“Uh…”

Wen Ci ate while taking back the phone and saw that there were twenty-three red dots on WeChat Moments, which stunned her at once.

The pictures were several barbecue pictures.

Text: Xiaofeng’s birthday barbecue, those who want to eat come「hook hand」

Comments below:

Lu Xuesong: Xiaofeng, your skills are really good「rose rose」「like like」「handshake handshake」

Wen Ci replied to Lu Xuesong: Come quickly「hook hand hook hand」

Deputy Minister of Literature and Art: It’s good「like」, my kid also loves to eat「applause」

Du Chengyan: Xiaofeng’s skills are really good, it looks delicious, invite me to eat a few「like like」

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Tao Peng: Who is Xiaofeng, have you changed your boyfriend?

Wen Ci replied to Wen Ci: Unified reply, thank you all for liking, I won’t reply one by one「like like」「congratulations congratulations」「rose rose」「smile smile」

Wen Ci looked at Xin Jingqi: “You have been chatting with my classmates.”

Xin Jingqi felt gratified: “Your and Xiaofeng’s popularity in college is quite good.”

Uh…

The family rarely became lively, Mei Xinyuan took out two bottles of homemade fruit wine and poured some for Wen Ci.

“Do you drink alcohol?”

Wen Ci shook his head, and then nodded: “Too bitter is not okay, a little bit is fine.”

Wen Ci knew his own alcohol tolerance, Mei Xinyuan said: “Then you try, it’s sweet.”

Wen Ci took a sip, smacking his tongue: “It really is… delicious.”

When Wen Ci’s face turned red, two patches of crimson slowly appeared on the skin under his eyes, like egg white stained with color.

Mei Xinyuan turned his head and stopped, just a small cup???

“Little Wen Ci?”

Wen Ci turned his face: “Hmm?”

His eyes were still clear, Mei Xinyuan took away the cup on his table: “Did Jiang Yufeng pursue you or did you pursue Jiang Yufeng?”

Wen Ci felt her question was a bit confusing, listening to it made him dizzy: “Strictly speaking, it was me who pursued.”

“You are quite capable, you succeeded.”

“But I didn’t agree to be with him.”

“Huh?”

“Later, I liked him too much, so I agreed again.” Wen Ci smiled, “My eyesight is really good.”

Mei Xinyuan was puzzled, and before she could continue to ask, a tall figure fell between the two of them, Jiang Yufeng coldly looked at the wine bottle in Mei Xinyuan’s hand.

Mei Xinyuan whistled, shook his head and left.

Jiang Yufeng took him to sober up. Wen Ci actually wasn’t drunk, just simply felt a bit dizzy, and he could walk straight.

Jiang Yufeng originally planned to take him to the backyard to blow the wind, but unexpectedly, when they passed the bedroom, Wen Ci stopped and pointed: “This is your room, I want to go in and see.”

Jiang Yufeng’s heart was slightly moved: “Okay.”

With the experience of last time, Wen Ci had actually prepared a psychological fortress, but apparently the preparation was still not enough, he was still shocked by the scene in front of him.

Rows and rows, lines and lines were all kinds of exquisite handicrafts, failed, successful, broken but not completely broken, chipped, corner-chipped, perfect, all kinds of things, as if one could see Jiang Yufeng sitting in the workshop making things from these handicrafts, irritable, angry, reclusive, calm, composed.

In fact, Jiang Yufeng’s master bedroom was even more dazzling than the outside store, more luxurious, almost reaching the ceiling.

What is this, this is nothing, if Wen Ci had such skills, he would have shown off long ago, but Jiang Yufeng regarded it as a past dangerous and unbearable memory.

The exhibits in the room were all made during the darkest and most difficult days of his life, it was his place to vent emotions.

He was unwilling to show it to others, especially Zhao Shuran, she would definitely know that her son had problems once she saw it, which would be of no benefit to Zhao Shuran’s illness at that time.

The first time Jiang Yufeng came into contact with the doll circle, the first twelve-part body he made was the image of Zhao Shuran, the features were not like, the hairstyle was not like, but in various details, Wen Ci could still see at a glance that it was Zhao Shuran, or rather, the sixth sense.

“Why not let aunt know.”

“Made so ugly, she would kill me if she knew.”

Wen Ci: “…”

“But you still kept it well, you cherish her, you just don’t want to make her sad.”

“Saying these, I’m moved, what do you want?”

Wen Ci: “Haha, isn’t today your birthday? Xiaoyu, it should be me giving you wishes.”

Wen Ci also said: “But I have already given it, you can’t be greedy.”

Jiang Yufeng remained silent, his eyes filled with greed never leaving him.

Wen Ci, however, felt nothing. He was thinking to himself.

This was Jiang Yufeng’s treasure, something he had personally torn open his chest to reveal, presenting a bloody heart to Wen Ci.

Wen Ci didn’t find it gory at all; instead, he felt regret for not being part of Jiang Yufeng’s past.

But thinking about it, Jiang Yufeng back then… he probably wouldn’t have liked him.

Would he?

If it had been Jiang Yufeng back then.

Jiang Yufeng pressed his hand on his head: “What are you thinking about?”

Wen Ci found it hard to put into words: “I’m deeply contemplating what exactly I like about you, why I fell in love so easily.”

Jiang Yufeng: “I’d like to know too.”

The party continued, but the protagonist was nowhere to be seen. Yun Anhe searched everywhere and found that Jiang Yufeng’s door was half-open. He hesitated to approach, but soon the two of them walked out.

Yun Anhe immediately covered his eyes, but upon realizing their clothes were no different from before, he let his hand down, relieved that they had known their limits.

“Hurry up, what are you doing here? They’re cutting the cake. Why does the protagonist always run away?”

Wen Ci was completely sober now, but his nerve endings were still slightly amplified by the alcohol, making him energetic. He pulled Jiang Yufeng’s hand and walked quickly: “Let’s go, cut the cake!”

The cake was bought according to Wen Ci’s taste because Jiang Yufeng was indifferent to sweet things. Zhao Shuran compromised, and Wen Ci was happy, which also made Jiang Yufeng more comfortable.

When did she subconsciously feel that Jiang Yufeng’s thoughts were intertwined with Wen Ci’s? It was truly amazing.

There was only one candle, and after Jiang Yufeng lit it and made a wish: “I hope——”

Zhao Shuran: “?”

What, you’re supposed to say it out loud.

“To be able to make three wishes, to be fulfilled later, thank you.”

Everyone: “……”

When it came to cutting the cake, neighbors from next door also came over. The door was almost bursting with people. On a late night with nothing much to do, young people playing on their phones also loved to join the fun, not to mention the elderly and children.

In the end, the cake wasn’t enough, so Yun Anhe paid out of his own pocket to buy a lot of barbecue food and snacks.

Jiang Yufeng stood in the crowd. Usually, there were few opportunities to interact with him, but now that he was hosting a birthday party, the distance was instantly shortened. He was surrounded by people, tall, conspicuous, and handsome, wearing a comfortable and fitted sweater, exuding a lot of charm.

Wen Ci liked it this way. He felt that Jiang Yufeng should be like this, pursued by people, surrounded by a flourish of flowers.

Jiang Yufeng finally managed to break free from them and walked to Wen Ci’s side, his eyes and brows dark and gloomy, clearly not liking it.

Wen Ci: “You can find an excuse to leave early.”

“I’m not ambitious.”

“?”

Jiang Yufeng whispered into his ear, the ambiguity flowing between his ears: “Baby likes to see me like this, and I’m willing to do it.”

Wen Ci felt that he was truly drunk now.

Jiang Yufeng went to entertain the guests again, and Wen Ci hid in a corner, holding a greasy large duck leg with both hands and gnawing on it.

Zhao Shuran grabbed a big chicken leg somewhere and sat next to him to eat. Wen Ci subconsciously looked at what Xin Jingqi was doing. She was sharing her mahjong skills with the neighbors, and it was visibly busy with the daily mahjong games.

Zhao Shuran: “I want to tell you something in secret.”

“Actually, Jiang Yufeng doesn’t like birthdays. After his father passed away, he still——”

Zhao Shuran sighed: “It’s not that he doesn’t like birthdays, but he thinks many things are more important than celebrating his birthday. Jiang Yufeng has never valued himself.”

“For him, eating is just to replenish nutrition and keep himself healthy.”

“Studying is to get into a good university, to work and earn money after graduation. Everything he does has a purpose. He has failed and succeeded, but he has never expressed any emotions. He is like a perpetual motion machine, tirelessly doing what he thinks is right.”

“Actually, I just hope he can celebrate his birthday properly.” Zhao Shuran suddenly couldn’t eat the big chicken leg anymore as she spoke, “Be happier, don’t put so much pressure on himself.”

Wen Ci chewed while talking: “Auntie, don’t worry, he is fine now.”

Zhao Shuran said: “Okay, make a deal, you can’t lose him, take care of him.”

Wen Ci tilted his head: “OK.”

In a few words, Zhao Shuran sold Jiang Yufeng to Wen Ci.

The birthday party was coming to an end, and many people left one after another. In the end, only a few familiar classmates and friends were left.

Wen Ci lifted his face from the small cake, with cream on both corners of his mouth, but his eyes were all on Jiang Yufeng standing at the bottom of the steps.

Seeing the back of his black hair and the straight shoulders and back wrapped in a sweater.

Wen Ci went around to the back, lightened his steps, and slowly walked over. Taking advantage of people’s inattention, he jumped onto his back.

“Hehe, it’s me.”

Jiang Yufeng just grabbed his wrist: “Drunk?”

“Is it that easy?”

Jiang Yufeng could already smell the familiar and fragrant fruit wine on him; it wasn’t that Wen Ci had sneakily drank it, but Mei Xinyuan had sneakily poured it.

Jiang Yufeng didn’t blame or complain. He was better at solving problems: “Like to drink fruit wine? I can try to brew some.”

“I like all sweet things.” Wen Ci lay on his shoulder, speaking in a sticky manner, “When I’m close to you like this, I feel very warm, more engaged than usual, like in a dream.”

“The feeling of being slightly drunk is indeed very ambiguous.” Jiang Yufeng found that this kind of hazy ambiguity, Wen Ci liked it very much.

Jiang Yufeng slightly turned his head, his slightly cool thin lips pursed, Wen Ci stared blankly, his breath suddenly stopped, even time stopped, like a warm water wrapped the two of them, continuously pulling their distance tighter and tighter, within arm’s reach.

The lanterns hanging on both sides of the steps were decorations, without light, but the reflected light gathered on Jiang Yufeng’s eyes and brows, as if accumulating emotions about to come.

Jiang Yufeng used brute force to lift Wen Ci up, and just carried him away like this, no one noticed here.

Wen Ci dared not call out loudly, not knowing where Jiang Yufeng was going to take him, and the scene in front of him was the place where they had just barbecued.

Halfway there, Jiang Yufeng directly carried Wen Ci horizontally, smiling and saying: “A bit heavy.”

Wen Ci: “Can’t hold it, Xiaoyu?”

I don’t know whether Jiang Yufeng heard it wrong or did it on purpose.

“Can hold, don’t worry.”

Wen Ci: “……”

“But I suggest you not tease me now.”

Even if Yun Anhe and Mei Xinyuan lived nearby, they were destined to stay overnight, not to mention Cheng He, who was far in another city.

The barbecue place was on the balcony, and turning the corner was a closed space. Because space needed to be saved, the thick blackout curtains were pulled over here. Jiang Yufeng dragged a small round table inside, and the curtains completely covered the figures of the two people.

Wen Ci sat at the round table, slightly tilted his head, and Jiang Yufeng’s kiss fell. This was what he had been wanting to do just now.

Biting his lips, he forcefully took the air in his mouth, as always, Jiang Yufeng-style kissing, tongue against tongue, accompanied by indecent sounds, even the soul was taken away together.

Jiang Yufeng was the protagonist of tonight. How could he hide behind the thick curtains and kiss Wen Ci now? The mixture of saliva made their lips wet, how indecent and shameless, without rules.

Their relationship was public, and it wouldn’t hurt to be discovered, but everyone knew what they were doing behind, and what kind of scenes would be reflected in their minds.

Wen Ci grabbed the curtain fabric behind, and couldn’t help but tremble in his heart.

Jiang Yufeng’s tongue seemed to reach the deepest part of the mouth, imitating the actions of a hooligan.

Wen Ci opened his eyes wide and bit his teeth fiercely.

“Pop… Huh~”

“Ts… ” Jiang Yufeng slightly frowned, his tone light, his voice was baked by desire, “You bit me for the first time.”

Wen Ci was out of breath again. He didn’t want Jiang Yufeng to bite so painfully, but he didn’t want him to really leave. The moment Jiang Yufeng left, he gently sucked on the other’s lips.

He was unaware of his subconscious behavior, and Jiang Yufeng’s expression immediately became interesting.

“You get out quickly… they, they will find you missing.” Wen Ci whispered, almost collapsing on him, a kiss was also very tiring.

“It seems you don’t want me to go out.” Jiang Yufeng breathed slightly, with a righteous tone.

Wen Ci was afraid of falling just now, and his hands and feet were tightly tied to him. He was about to let go, but his waist was so soft that he almost fell down.

Jiang Yufeng tightened his waist, the undercurrent flowing in his eyes, and said in a scoundrel manner: “Did I break my wife?”

They didn’t do anything, and their clothes were clean and tidy. These lewd words said when they were sober were more shameful and shameless than at any moment.

Wen Ci covered his mouth, and whispered in complaint: “Don’t be like this…”

The messy footsteps gradually approached, and Wen Ci immediately dared not breathe heavily, his eyes wide and alert, as if his body was bristling, tightly hugging Jiang Yufeng’s arms, and his breathing rose and fell violently.

Jiang Yufeng enjoyed this dependence, lowered his eyelids, and his dim eyes were all Wen Ci’s rosy appearance, birthday gift… gift…

“You see, it was you who didn’t let me go.”

Wen Ci thought he was too bad, reached out to unbutton Jiang Yufeng’s collar, and bit out a mark.

Jiang Yufeng’s voice changed: “How about we elope?”

What a romantic word, but saying this in this situation was a bit crazy. Wen Ci grabbed the clothes on his back, making them wrinkled: “No, you get out quickly.”

This time Wen Ci learned his lesson and took the initiative to let go, but was pressed back by Jiang Yufeng. His usually stern face was much gentler than usual: “Then coax me.”

Wen Ci thought for a long time, lay on Jiang Yufeng’s shoulder, kissed his ear, and made some sound. Jiang Yufeng didn’t hear clearly.

Zhao Shuran’s voice sounded behind: “Where are the people, where did they all go?ran twice in one night, couldn’t find people for a group photo!!”

In this noisy sound, Wen Ci clumsily kissed his slightly cool and moist lip corner again, and acted cute: “Meow~”