Zhang Yang hung up the phone, went downstairs with a cane, and came to the entrance of the community. From a distance, he saw Lin Yiran wearing a light green long-sleeved long skirt, standing under the osmanthus tree along the street outside the community gate. The sunshine slanted west was blocked by the tree canopy, and it was divided into two halves from the girl's tightened slender waist. The light green skirt was bathed in the setting sun and swayed slightly in the wind, but her upper body was hidden in the shadow of the tree. The uneven light and shadow were centered on the girl's graceful figure, outlining a beautiful summer afternoon picture.

The long and soft black hair scattered on her shoulders, occasionally breeze blowing, and stranded against her beautiful face like jade. She held a few pieces of paper in one hand and tidied her hair with the other hand. Her eyes passed by Zhang Yang's figure walking on a crutch, and a hint of joy appeared on her face. She seemed to be subconsciously trying to stand on tiptoe and say hello to him, but when she moved slightly, she stopped again, and waved her hands that had just stroked her hair, and her eyes looked at him.

Zhang Yang walked over calmly. Lin Yiran saw that he was not good at Yu Xing's appearance with a cane. The remaining smile on his face soon disappeared. He pursed his lips and watched him approach, and then asked, "Can't it be removed?"

"It's almost just a few days, my dad won't let me tear it down."

Zhang Yang went for a checkup a few days ago. The doctor said it would be better to wait a few more days, but now it is OK to dismantle it. Zhang Shouyi naturally chose the safest plan, so he had to continue dragging the plaster.

The weather was still hot now. She probably had just gotten out of the car and stood in the shadow of the tree again. Her skin was white and crystal clear, without any trace of sweat. Zhang Yang walked far away in the sun with a cane, but she was already sweating and sighed: "If I had known it was so hot, I would have asked you to go to my house."

Seeing Lin Yiran looking at him, he hurriedly explained: "My parents are not at home, I am the only one."

After saying that, he found that it seemed better not to explain. Lin Yiran's face turned a little red. He quickly changed the subject and said, "Where is the contract?"

Lin Yiran handed him the two pages of paper in his hand. The terms were not much, just one page. Zhang Yang looked around and couldn't find where to sign. Instead, he saw a black car with the Tuanlong logo on the side of the road. The style was familiar. After all, he often came to pick up Lin Yiran, and he even remembered the license plate.

Lin Yiran said understandably: "There is a small table in the car."

"No need to be so troublesome."

Zhang Yang walked to the car and found that he had forgotten to bring a pen. Lin Yiran had already opened the car door and handed it over. Zhang Yang signed both contracts and returned one of them and the pen to Lin Yiran. She took it over, but said, "Wait a moment."

Zhang Yang had no choice but to stand on the side of the road. After a glance, he saw his parents and Zhang Wei walking over from the road ahead with a vegetable basket and plastic bag. He obviously saw him, and Zhang Wei pointed here and said something to his parents.

Lin Yiran put down the contract and the pen, took out a lilac gift bag from the back seat. It looked small and quite delicate. He held it in one hand and handed it over casually, and said softly: "I don't know what you want..."

Zhang Yang took it with a smile and said, "I like this bag very much."

Lin Yiran couldn't help laughing and said in a slight angrily: "Then you give me the gift and keep the bag."

Zhang Yang secretly glanced at his parents and sister. Seeing that they had approached, he was trying to look at Lin Yiran with wide eyes, and he was crying in his heart, but he still smiled and said, "I've given it away, I still want to go back? I won't do anything to buy a box and return a bead."

Lin Yiran smiled with her lips and said, "By the way, that aunt said if you want to attend the poetry conference, you can leave a place for you."

"Uh, forget it."

If you haven't written "Linjiangxian", it's meaningful to go to the poetry conference. Now you'll have no use when you attend it for a long time. After all, it's really meaningless for someone who is original to commit suicide by trashing poetry.

Besides, if Luo Shen really let go, the possibility of a failure will be greater.

Lin Yiran looked at him with clear eyes, "Don't you participate?"

Zhang Yang shook his head, "I didn't take the final exam this time. If I delay it any longer, it would probably be difficult to apply for the exam."

"All right."

Zhang Yang's original achievements were similar to Lin Yiran, and they were in harmony with each other, but this time the hospitalization was indeed delayed a lot. Lin Yiran knew that he was telling the truth, so he did not persuade him and said, "Then... I'm going back."

"Yeah, bye."

My parents were almost coming to her. Zhang Yang waved at her. Lin Yiran also smiled and waved her hand, turned around and opened the car door and sat in.

She did not notice that Zhang Shouyi, Fang Qianxue and Zhang Wei were only ten meters away. However, the three of them could see clearly when she turned around, and they were all a little amazed at the girl's temperament and glamour at such a young age.

The car with the Tuanlong icon slowly started and left. Zhang Yang was waiting for his parents to come at the door. He just showed a well-behaved and handsome smile. Before he could speak, Fang Qianxue asked first: "Classmate?"

Zhang Yang shook the contract in his hand, "Well, are you here to send the contract?"

Zhang Shouyi suddenly said, "Oh, the classmate you are talking about is the girl you just mentioned?"

Zhang Yang nodded, Zhang Wei curled his lips and said, "No wonder you showed off some creativity to others... But he looks really good. Brother, you won't like them, right?"

"What a joke?"

Zhang Yang rolled his eyes, "It's almost the same as she likes me."

Zhang Wei turned his head and complained to his mother, "Mom..."

Zhang Yang immediately interrupted: "Mom, have you seen it? Zhang Wei's thinking about likes all day long. He must be pushing others by himself. You have to be careful. Girls are most likely to be deceived at this age. It is best to secretly read her diary, whether she is a crush on someone, or early..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Wei was so angry that he brought a bag to smash him. Zhang Yang leaned on a crutch, like Duan Yanqing, but he didn't have as profound internal skills as others. He jumped and limped into the community, and did not forget to finish his words: "...I can't even say love!"

Zhang Shouyi hurriedly shouted: "Hey! Don't make trouble! Don't make trouble! Zhang Wei, your brother can't run away..."

Zhang Wei ignored it and chased Zhang Yang and rushed into the community gate. Zhang Yang shouted, "You slander me first, don't blame me." He still asked her to pat her on her arm a few times.

Zhang Shouyi shouted, "Okay, okay."

Fang Qianxue is also good: "Okay, okay, stop making trouble."

Zhang Wei grabbed his brother's arm and hit him twice before he gave up. He looked at the plaster on Zhang Yang's feet. Seeing that there was nothing wrong, he hummed and walked home with big striking steps.

Zhang Yang waited for his parents to come and went back slowly. On the way, he was naturally asked about Lin Yiran's affairs, and he fooled them with the relationship between classmates in his class.

When they returned home, their parents packed up their food, Zhang Yang went back to the room first and opened the gift bag given by Lin Yiran. It was an equally exquisite small box. Looking at the logo on the box, it should be a fountain pen.

Zhang Yang opened the double packaging of the box and saw a slender black pen lying in the groove wrapped in bright yellow brocade. He dipped it in ink and tried to write it. It was comfortable to hold, smoothly write, and the experience was excellent. He was very satisfied.

The pen he used was bought in junior high school. He used it easily and never changed it before. His writing was smooth as ever, but the tip of the pen was thin, so it was not very suitable to write running scripts. Lin Yiran must have noticed this and gave him a pen.

Zhang Yang observed it and found that the specific material was unclear, but it was enough to use it anyway. He sucked ink and was about to put down the pen when he suddenly saw that there seemed to be words on the pen.

The handwriting is thin and dark, and if you don’t look carefully, it is easy to ignore it. He changed his angle and looked carefully. He saw a line of eight characters, which was written:

May you keep the wind and break the waves thousands of miles away.

Zhang Yang was a little surprised. He knew that Lin Yiran liked poetry, but he did not expect that she was so extensive at such a young age. This eight characters were translated into the words "I wish to ride the wind and break the waves for thousands of miles", which is also the origin of the idiom "Ride the wind and break the waves". Li Bai's poem "The wind and break the waves will be a time" probably also originated from this.

"Is it really a choice to celebrate my birthday today?"

"Maybe it's the manufacturer's unified lettering."

Zhang Yang really wanted to pull Luo Shen out and beat him up, but he had never seen someone who deserved such a beating. "I didn't say anything about my birthday today?"

"have."

Zhang Yang was a little surprised, "What does it mean?"

"Happy birthday."

"That's it?"

Zhang Yang was too lazy to despise him, "I just didn't have any gifts or anything?"

Luo Shen seemed to think about it, and then said in a crisp and sweet voice: "I can wake you up. It's only 791 days before September 5, 1993."

"Then I really thank you!"

Zhang Yang was speechless, "On my birthday, can't you say something good?"

Luo Shen seemed to think about it again, "Then I'll say it another way, you can live 791 days..."

After a pause, the crisp, tender and sweet voice in my mind added a tone: "...and!"
Chapter completed!