Chapter 39 Birthday Gift

In mid-April, the famous peony flower meeting in Jiudu was held again, and tourists from all over the world gathered in Jiudu. This year, tourists found that unlike previous years, from outside the railway station gate to the city center, there are large computer renderings of Jiudu Central Pedestrian Street hanging along the Peony Road. The renderings were specially made by Yang Xing in Hong Kong. The Jiudu Central Pedestrian Street in the picture is brightly lit, and there are more than a dozen tall buildings with strong modernity. The surrounding green spaces, fountains, spotlights, underground shopping malls, antique buildings, and large shopping centers connected by more than a dozen aerial corridors. The figures of elderly and children walking casually form a picture like a very modern and dreamy painting. Almost everyone who sees them is amazed at this. They are full of curiosity about the area that has been surrounded by green anti-collision nets in the city center.

"Aren't you afraid that the plan will not be passed, and others will sue you for fraud?" Wang Yiren and Yang Xing sat in the temporary office again. His house and office building have not been renovated yet, so they can only continue to stay here. Wang Yiren asked him curiously. Yang Xing raised his eyebrows and said, "There is no name of Xinghua Real Estate Company in the poster. At most, it is considered to support the old city renovation plan in the city. It can barely be regarded as a public service advertisement. Even if we can't get this project in the future, the guy who can get the project thanks us for publicity is too late, and will he sue us for fraud?" "Tomorrow is your birthday, right?" Yang Xing continued to ask, "Don't go out at home tomorrow night, I'll give you a birthday gift." After seeing Wang Yiren nodding, Yang Xing reminded. Wang Yiren nodded as an agreement, but he felt a little expectant.

The next night, Wang Yiren finished her meal early and sat outside the balcony of the living room to drink coffee and wait for Yang Xing. Although she repeatedly convinced herself that she was just a little curious about Yang Xing's strange ideas, the little bad guy's face circled in her mind like a ghost. She could only repeatedly look for his shortcomings in her heart: "I am lustful and cunning, short and ordinary, but I am not only trying to do anything but talking and talking. Why do I always think about this little bastard? Is it really a long time since I touched a man? Is it springing?"

Her current house is one of the earliest commercial housing units in Jiudu. Although it is not as good as the villas bought by Yang Xing, it was located next to the Zhuque Palace Park, the largest Zhuque Palace Park in Jiudu. When you open the window, you can see the grass, small lakes and hills in the park. It can be regarded as one of the most excellent places in Jiudu. Wang Yiren chose the most expensive side of the park at that time, with more than 80 square meters of three bedrooms and two living rooms. The fourth floor location can be seen at a glance at the park. It is spring and the season when peonies are in full bloom. There is the largest peony garden in Jiudu in Zhuque Palace Park. Even if you are a distance, you can smell the rich and rich fragrance of peony.

Wang Yiren is actually a very sleepy person. The secret to care for her by a familiar makeup artist in Beijing back then was - sleeping. The secret to a woman's youthful life is to have enough rest. Resting her skin is like any cosmetic. Sitting on the balcony, blowing the warm wind and smelling the faint fragrance of flowers, thinking for a while, Wang Yiren's eyelids drooped.

"Beep--" A sharp car whistle made Wang Yiren, who was sleeping, so shocked that he sat up. He saw the glory of the setting sun in the west was disappearing, and a crescent moon in the east rose playfully. The sky was a little dim, but you could still see the scene in the park. "Wang Yiren, Wang Yiren" A roar like a tsunami alarmed the people around him, and they opened the windows to see what happened. Wang Yiren felt a fever on his face. This is Yang Xing's special gift? Wang Yiren now teared Yang Xing's heart.

"Look!" Someone shouted, and clusters of fireworks began to emerge on the road inside the wall of Zhuque Palace Park under Wang Yiren, and the fires shone brightly around. There were more than a dozen Jiefang trucks parked on the road with open cars. Except for the one in the middle, the other cars were filled with pots of gorgeous peony flowers. "Yao Huang, Ge Qian, Er Qiao, Beauty Hong, Mo Kui, Danfeng, Luzhu". Almost all of them are famous products, and there are even many rare varieties. Many peonies gathered together to compete for beauty, and the fragrance of flowers was swaying. The fireworks rising from the car were beautiful and incomparable. The carriage of Jiefang truck in the middle turned into a stage, with more than a dozen people standing on it, and the fireworks illuminated the face of the hand-held microphone in the middle was Yang Xing.

He smiled slightly, picked up the microphone to start singing in response to Wang Yiren's eyes. Wang Yiren then noticed that the young people around him were holding musical instruments, and there were still speakers in the four corners of the carriage. I vaguely remember that Yang Xing had talked to her about organizing a band at school, but he didn't expect to use it as a gift here.

This song "The Moon Can Represent My Heart" is a song by Yang Kun on his second album "That Day" in 2003. Most of Yang Kun's music conveys sad emotions. You will easily fall into his music and cannot extricate yourself. You are willing to enjoy the bitter but endless atmosphere created by sad emotions without getting out. Cooperating with his hoarse voice, it is the favorite of many petty bourgeois people.

This song is also a song that Yang Xing likes very much. At this time, Yang Kun was probably still wandering in the art troupe of the Inner Mongolia Armed Police Corps. He did not have the glory of 2002-2003. Yang Xing shamelessly plagiarized this song, because every time he hums this song, he always involuntarily remembers how Wang Yiren sang "The Moon Represents My Heart" with tears in his eyes.

In terms of heart, Yang Xing's voice is far from comparable to Yang Kun. It's good to behave properly and not distorted. I can't hear the vicissitudes and melancholy feeling in Yang Kun's singing. But good singing can travel through time and space. Wang Yiren's face was wet as she listened, and her hands were covered with tears as she touched her. There were also ignorant girls in the windows that opened beside her. She hummed and her body swayed gently to the song.

When Yang Xing sang repeatedly, "You ask how deep I love you, the moon can represent my heart, no one can tell you, but they are not simple enough, you ask how deep I love you, the moon can listen to my truth, continue to ask or give up, not a kiss can explain." When the whole song ended, the whole car suddenly became fireworks, and fire dragons rushed straight into the sky from the convoy, exploded the star chips in the sky, reflecting the surroundings like fire trees and silver flowers, and the sky was never sleepy. Yang Xing held up the microphone and said loudly: "Today is Miss Wang Yiren's birthday. On behalf of the Moon Heart Band of Jiudu Institute of Technology, I wish her youth forever and stay away from worries, thank you!" After the words fell, the car started and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Wang Yiren hurriedly hid back into the house to avoid the strange eyes of his neighbors. However, the ignorant girls were excited and shouted, "It's so romantic!" They all planned to inquire about this unknown small band tomorrow.

Wang Yiren waited in the house for half an hour before hearing the knocking sound. When she opened the door, she couldn't help feeling a little distressed when she saw Yang Xing panting and handed him a pair of slippers. After coming in, Wang Yiren went to the kitchen to make coffee for him. In the aroma of freshly ground coffee beans, Yang Xing briefly explained to her the arrangements for tonight.

It turned out that he had already found out that Wang Yiren's residence was facing Zhuque Palace Park. Although Zhuque Palace Park has the largest peony garden in Jiudu, the rare varieties of peony are all on Lingshan in the north of Jiudu. There is a peony planting base there. It is only transported to major parks in the city for exhibition during the peony flower meeting every year. It just so happened that the time for the transportation of flowers this year coincided with Wang Yiren's birthday. Yang Xing found the person in charge of the planting base. After 3,000 yuan, the convoy took a detour to Wang Yiren downstairs and sent a car for them to perform. As for the fireworks, Yang Xing ordered directly to Yuanyang, the hometown of artillery in the Central Plains a week ago. It seems that the effect is good now, at least the hostess was not turned away and greeted him with a pair of slippers.

Wang Yiren put down a cup of coffee in front of Yang Xing and signaled him to taste it. Yang Xing saw her white fish-like fingers gently stirring the silver spoon, and a warm feeling rose up. He raised his glass and drank a small sip. The taste buds were numbed by a very bitter taste, and almost spit it out. It turned out to be a cup of black coffee. Seeing the complicated expression on Yang Xing's face, Wang Yiren did not smile, but said quietly: "I have something to tell you tonight, are you willing to listen?" Yang Xing heard her tone, and knew that she had finally opened her heart, and nodded solemnly.

"I used to not like black coffee at all. It turned out that everyone in my family liked coffee. I didn't like tea, so I liked to drink cappuccinos. My parents always brought some back to me when they went abroad, and they felt so sweet. When something happened at home, I had money to drink coffee. When I was in the most difficult situation, I only drank a cup of boiled water a day. I wanted to drop out of school at that time. Can I get some tuition back? It's so naive.

I entered the 'Golden Coast' at that time, but I volunteered to smell the cappuccino inside. I just wanted to cry, so I quit and just drank. When I met him, I really wanted to be with him for the rest of my life. I knew he had a wife and children, but I pretended not to know, thinking that as long as he cared about me, it would be enough. He liked black coffee, and every time I came to me, I would make a cup for him. Later, I also began to like its taste. The bitter and sour taste was a reflection of my mood at that time." There was no change in Wang Yiren's tone, it was just a tablet narrative.
Chapter completed!