first love is not too late

Chapter 53 "I'm chasing you."

53

To convince a man who has never dreamed that dreams are reality, he must be given time.

On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Ji Mingyu woke up early, and rushed to Fu Shi'an's room immediately to see if he was still there. His hooligan confession last night, kissing and touching, what if it had the opposite effect? It's really over.

Pushing open the door, he was relieved to see the person sleeping soundly on the bed, and quietly closed the door and exited.

Fu Shi'an didn't give him an answer, he didn't say accept or reject, Ji Mingyu knew he couldn't be in a hurry, anyway, people like him so much under his nose, it will be a matter of time before they succeed.

Fu Shi'an seldom drank, knowing that he was suffering from a hangover, Ji Mingyu didn't bother him, he got up and tidied up the house, and decided to celebrate his birthday with Fu Shi'an at home today, and he came to cook for himself.

They are busy with work, and they usually take out takeaway. Only once in a while when they get tired of takeaway, they will open a fire at home. Most of them are Fu Shi'an who cooks, and Ji Mingyu who washes the dishes.

There was nothing in the refrigerator, so Ji Mingyu went out to the supermarket and bought some materials to show off his talents. After coming out of the supermarket, there was a burst of flower fragrance wafting over. Planting flowers, he suddenly thought of the vase on the porch, and he had already walked in when he came back to his senses.

After arriving home, Ji Mingyu walked in like a thief, secretly put away his things, and then made a cup of hot milk before looking at Fu Shi'an. The quilt on the bed was neatly folded, but he was not at home.

Ji Mingyu panicked, and immediately called. After a while, Fu Shi'an answered the phone, saying that the company had some accounting errors and needed him to deal with them.Ji Mingyu heaved a sigh of relief and told him to go home early after work.

It doesn't matter if Fu Shi'an isn't here, he will definitely be pleasantly surprised when he comes back and see a table of dishes. Ji Mingyu's abacus was clattering in his heart, and he went to the kitchen humming a little song, but he encountered difficulties when he really started the fire. His cooking experience It's really mediocre, so I had to ask my own mother, Ms. Ming and Qing, for help off the court.

"Add more salt... who are you fooling with just a little... well, well... isn't salt free? Why don't you just pour it in the salt shaker and add some sugar. .. just white sugar..."

"Can you give me an accurate unit of measurement?" Ji Mingyu held up the sugar bag without acting rashly, "There are individual differences between my little and your little."

"You're just stupid." Ming Qing frowned and thought he had too much shit, and then made an OK gesture to the camera, "That's about it."

It means the size of the circle between the index finger and the thumb.

Ji Mingyu: ...

Then he took out a spoon of about the same size from the cupboard, scooped up a spoonful of sugar and threw it in.

"Simmer for half an hour, almost enough."

"Okay." Ji Mingyu took out a tissue and wiped the sweat off his forehead, before going to hang up the phone.

"Why do you hang up in such a hurry, it's fine if you don't come back for the holidays, but you still hang up in such a hurry." Ming Qing was not happy.

Ji Mingyu had no choice but to go out of the kitchen with his mobile phone, and chatted with her for a while, without saying a few words, he turned the topic to finding a partner. The daughter-in-law who eats rice will not be hungry anyway.

When mentioning this matter, Ji Mingyu felt a little guilty, he responded indiscriminately, he didn't expect his mother to come this time, it was Uncle Zhang's niece next door, and his colleague's daughter for a while, and asked him to go back to see her on the National Day. See.

Ji Mingyu hurriedly stopped: "No see no see, how embarrassing a blind date is."

Ming Qing glared at him: "What embarrassment is embarrassment, it will be embarrassment if you can't find a wife by then."

Ji Mingyu muttered: "Who says I can't find it, even if I find it, you may not be able to accept it."

He muttered the last sentence in a very low voice, Ming and Qing didn't hear the latter sentence clearly, but when he heard the first sentence, he immediately became interested, "Hey, you should find one for me to see, wait a minute, are you Have you found the right one?"

Ji Mingyu pursed his lower lip, and then admitted: "There is one, but it hasn't been completed yet, so don't worry about other girls."

"Excellent, my son can't catch up with his looks?" Although Ming Qing usually nagged him, his elbows were still facing inward at this moment, "Why? That girl is very beautiful?"

"Pretty is beautiful." Ji Mingyu touched his nose and added in his heart, but he was not a girl.

"You're a good-looking dog." Ming Qing probably surfed frequently recently and learned a lot of Internet vocabulary, "Just like your father. Your father only chased me because he looked good, superficial!"

Ji Mingyu smiled, he is indeed quite handsome, but that is also different.

His father should be right next to Ming and Qing, and Ji Mingyu heard him muttering dissatisfiedly: "It's as if you don't think I'm handsome."

The two elders flirted with each other through the mobile phone without any shyness, and Ji Mingyu couldn't be happier.

"I won't tell you anymore. I'll go and clean up your dad." Ming Qing said, "By the way, you can buy the cake. You can't have a birthday cake without it. Tell Xiao An that Auntie wished him a happy birthday."

Ji Mingyu: "Okay, I will remember."

Ji Mingyu hung up the phone, remembered that the kitchen was still cooking soup, hurriedly got up and ran over, and when he turned around, he saw Fu Shi'an standing in the entrance, "When did you come back?"

"Oh... just came back." Fu Shi'an seemed a little embarrassed, he glanced at Ji Mingyu and then looked away, "You've cooked something."

"Well, have you had lunch yet?"

Fu Shi'an glanced in the direction of the kitchen and said, "No".

Ji Mingyu smiled: "Then sit down for a while, and you can eat right away."

After finishing speaking, he ran into the kitchen to do some work. Not long after, Ji Mingyu brought the lunch he had prepared for two or three hours to the dining table.

Fu Shi'an changed his clothes. He wore a simple round neck T-shirt and casual trousers. He felt relaxed at home. He was a little dazed when he saw the five dishes and one soup on the table. He loved them all. eat dishes.

"How is it?" Ji Mingyu pulled out the chair for him, "Does it look good?"

Only then did Fu Shi'an come back to his senses, "You did it?"

"Hmm." Ji Mingyu handed him bowls and chopsticks: "Come and try."

The red, green and green dishes on the table look very good, and the portion of each is not too much, but it is about the same for two people.

Ji Mingyu stared at Fu Shi'an who was trying the dishes with burning eyes. He was different from those brainless and confident people on TV.

Fu Shi'an's taste was similar to his, he loved spicy food, but Ji Mingyu changed his taste due to the restriction of his stomach, but Ji Mingyu cooked these dishes according to Fu Shi'an's taste.

Sure enough, Fu Shi'an tasted the spicy chicken with chopsticks and said, "It's delicious, but it's a bit spicy."

In fact, he thought it was okay, but it was still a bit harsh for Ji Mingyu.Ji Mingyu naturally understood in her heart, "I don't want to eat, I will eat this."

As he spoke, he picked up a coke chicken wing.

They haven't eaten together for a long time, and the long-lost face-to-face meal is no longer cramped. When the two put down their chopsticks, the plate was empty.

After eating, Ji Mingyu started to clear the table, Fu Shi'an took the lead, "I'll do it."

Ji Mingyu looked at him and didn't refuse. He happened to have something to prepare.

Fu Shi'an entered the kitchen and realized when he saw the kitchen like a battlefield. The lack of dishes was not because Ji Mingyu considered the number of diners, but because he was not good at cooking and wasted more than half of the burnt food. , the corners of his mouth that had been suppressed could finally be bent unscrupulously, and began to clean up the mess.

When it was almost cleaned up, Ji Mingyu walked over and said something pointedly: "The garbage should be thrown away."

When Fu Shi'an went out with the trash, Ji Mingyu immediately started to act. He first drew the curtains on the balcony, then took out the cake he had brought back from the refrigerator in the morning, lit the candles, and ran back to the bedroom to buy it for him. bouquet of roses.

Then he hesitated, should he greet Fu Shi'an with a cake or a rose?

It seems that everyone is holding cakes on TV?That rose on the table?

Before he could come to a conclusion, Fu Shi'an had already returned, and he took the key to open the door.

The sun was still hot at noon, and the indoor visibility was high even through a layer of curtains, so as soon as Fu Shian entered the door, he saw Ji Mingyu standing by the dining table holding a bouquet of roses, and the cake with candles flickered. Dancing his eyes.

"you..."

It seemed that a happy birthday song should be sung, but Ji Mingyu couldn't sing at all due to his pentatonic insufficiency, so he had to walk up to Fu Shi'an awkwardly holding the flowers, then held the flowers straight in front of him, and said awkwardly: "For you."

This is actually Ji Mingyu's first time sending flowers to Qin Mo. The flowers he sent to Qin Mo before were sent directly to Qin Mo by the flower shop after he ordered them, so he actually doesn't know what posture to send flowers face to face. It was kneeling on one knee.

Fu Shi'an's gaze was fixed on the bouquet of roses, and he didn't reach out to pick it up. Seeing that the candles were about to go out, Ji Mingyu stuffed the flowers into his hand, and then pushed him to the dining table to make a wish on the cake.

The reason why this cake is called a starry sky cake is because many crystal particles are used on the surface to create the effect of a starry sky. Those fine particles are reflecting the light of the candle and shining brightly. starry sky.

"Why are you standing there, make a wish." Ji Mingyu sat down beside Fu Shi'an.

Fu Shi'an murmured "Oh", but his eyes were still fixed on Ji Mingyu.

The bright candlelight reflected in the pupils of his expression, Ji Mingyu's eyes became hot, and he stretched out his hands to cover them, "To make a wish, you must close your eyes."

The long eyelashes swept across the palms of the hands and there was a slight itch. Fu Shi'an had already closed his eyes, but Ji Mingyu didn't move his hands away. He didn't know why, as if he couldn't bear to move away.

After about ten seconds, Fu Shi'an opened his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling a few times, and Ji Mingyu let go of his hand when Fu Shi'an said "Okay".

In fact, Ji Mingyu doesn't pay much attention to birthdays. The only time he grew up to celebrate his birthday was when he was ten years old. After that, his family would have a simple meal together every year. Even if Ming and Qing bought cakes for him, they didn't light candles. He felt that the process of making a wish and blowing out candles was unnecessary.

Anyway, wishing is nothingness.

The first time I experienced this birthday process was when I was in college. In the first year, everyone in the dormitory bought cakes for each other to prepare surprises.And because Fu Shi'an's birthday was the Mid-Autumn Festival, they celebrated it four years earlier. Thinking about it, this was the first time that Ji Mingyu celebrated Fu Shi'an's birthday on his birthday.

Fu Shi'an was still holding the bouquet of roses in his hand, and looked at Ji Mingyu quietly. Ji Mingyu's face was a little hot when he saw him, and he hurriedly asked the process: "Blow out the candles."

Then Fu Shi'an blew out the candles according to his instructions, and a few disobedient ones were still shining, so Ji Mingyu blew them out with him.

"What wish did you make?" Ji Mingyu asked, just as Fu Shi'an was about to speak, Ji Mingyu said again: "Hey, forget it, don't say it, it won't work if you say it."

Fu Shi'an held the rose tightly, and Ji Mingyu heard the sound of the wrapping paper rubbing against each other, and Fu Shi'an's words: "It wouldn't come true in the first place."

Ji Mingyu raised his eyebrows, "Then you say something that can be realized, and I will help you realize it."

Fu Shi'an just asked suddenly: "Why do you want to buy flowers?"

Still a rose, a rich, bright red rose.

"Because..." Ji Mingyu deliberately elongated his tone, then tilted his head and smiled at Fu Shi'an: "I'm chasing you."