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Chapter 20 Birthday Carnival

The alarm clock on the table beeped, and the time jumped to 00:00.

Lu Yanxue quickly turned on the phone, clicked to send "Happy birthday [cake]".

The fluorescent light from the alarm clock hit a pile of sawdust, brightly, like the glow of a star.

It was very late, and there was no response to the message. Lu Yanxue picked up the sandpaper and rubbed the wooden frame with all his attention.

A gouache painting hangs in the window, gently swaying in the wind through the open window gap.

It was late at night.

Jian Cong's birthday is on the last day of December. When the old and new students are handing over, the class is full of joy.

As soon as Lu Yanxue came, he saw colorful wrapping papers piled up around the desk, torn into shreds, scraped into fish gills, and there was almost no place to stay.

"What are you doing?" Lu Yanxue put down his schoolbag and asked.

"Unwrap the presents for Brother Cong, God Lu, will you unwrap them?" He handed two at the front desk and put them on his desk.

Someone shouted: "Damn it! I dismantled it to the psp!!"

"Inhale European air, inhale European air."

The class is full of uproar, more lively than the festival.

Looking at the gifts flying all over the class, and the gift cards piled up on Jian Cong's desk, Lu Yanxue couldn't imagine how well-known a person must be to receive a gift from the gift library on his birthday.

Of course, there was something even more exaggerated. As soon as Lu Yanxue took his seat, someone squeezed in from the door with a dog doll that was almost taller than a person, and everyone in the class slammed the table and screamed.

The person holding the doll stumbled, poked his head out from behind the doll and asked others, "Where's Jian Cong?"

"Looks like I'm going to the bathroom."

"Then don't tell him who gave it to him!" The girl giggled and threw the big dog on Jian Cong's chair.

Lu Yanxue remembered her, the girl who always asked Jian Cong to get the answers right in the days of the entrance exam, and also liked to call people nicknames.

The girl also saw him, greeted him with a smile, nodded to the doll and told him the same thing again.

"Jian Cong came here and wanted to ask who sent it, so you just said that you were here before you came."

Everyone understood that the classmate sitting by the window coughed loudly, and someone whispered to her: "Come on, Jian Cong is here."

The girl squatted down immediately, quickly tore off the wound stickers and pasted them on the corners of the doll's eyes, and slipped out the back door with short legs like a beetle.

Jian Cong was coming in through the main entrance, and caught a glimpse of the hill-like dolls piled up on his place. After seeing clearly, he exploded on the spot: "Damn? Whose doll is this?"

Lu Yan lay behind his head on the desk after school and whispered to him about science: "Last year, on Brother Cong's birthday, someone gave a big bear doll over two meters long. It was published in the school daily, and the principal came to watch it. It was too heavy. I moved the doll home for Brother Cong, and at the weekly meeting on Monday, I brought Brother Cong out and said that the school should not engage in flamboyant gift-giving comparisons, even though there is still a photo with Big Bear in the principal's office."

Lu Yanxue: "..."

There are too many slots and I don't know where to start complaining.

Jian Cong walked over and saw the OK stretch on the dog's eyes again. The veins on his temples twitched. He shook the dog's neck and said, "Who wants this dog?"

There was a Band-Aid on Erha's cheap face, he stuck out his tongue and shook his head, looking like a copy of Jian Cong, the students in the class held back their laughter and shook their heads unanimously.

Jian Cong was so angry that he lost his temper, and said, "Don't you dog lovers come out and adopt them?"

"I'll adopt it." Lu Yanxue patted Jian Cong's shoulder from behind and said, "Give it to me."

The students in the class immediately went "Oh", and someone shouted: "Of course God Lu's daughter-in-law will be raised by God Lu."

Jian Cong threw the dog to Lu Yanxue, pointed at the speaker and smiled: "Come here, heads-up."

Jian Cong had a lot of gifts, and there were not many left, and he would take back what was in his drawer, and the shelf outside the drawer was finished.

Lu Yanxue tidied up his desk and a bunch of greeting cards, which Jian Cong wanted to take back.

"Is there anything else you want, choose by yourself." Jian Cong pushed the rest of the clinking things on the table to Lu Yanxue, and Lu Yanxue thought about it: "It's not good to just take out all the gifts from others, right? "

Jian Cong randomly picked up a greeting card, which read: "Happy Birthday-BBY".

Among them, the day of the birthday does not know whether it is a drop of ink or something, it looks like "Happy Life".

Jian Cong said: "These things are reciprocal gifts, they just give them away and I'm willing to accept them, and you have a look at this."

Jian Cong picked up a brass bell necklace with a look of disgust, jingling, "The person who gave this is purely to see who gets it in the end."

Lu Yanxue took the bell from his hand and tied it to the dog's paw with a smile.

Jian Cong's face was full of shit: "...I'm so fucking crazy to explain so much to you."

The practical ones are all sorted out, and there are still some flashy and neither flashy nor practical ones on Jian Cong's table, such as youth pain literature novels-in view of the class rules that prohibit it, no one wants this stuff.

Another example - a strangely shaped lighter, Jian Cong turned off the flame after pressing it twice.

Another example - the 500-piece Puzzle of Annoying Dog.

Throw it away, it's a waste of resources and damage the environment, keep it, it's pretty ugly at first glance.

The gifts in Jian Cong's drawer hadn't been unwrapped yet. Lu Yanxue glanced at the signatures when he counted them. One was Jian Cong's back desk, the other was Gongsun Bo, and there were a few others who usually had a good relationship with Jian Cong.

What Gongsun Bo gave was a small box no bigger than a thumb. Lu Yanxue turned around and didn't understand the meaning, so he asked Jian Cong, "What did Gongsun Bo give you?"

Jian Cong took it and put it in his schoolbag, and explained: "It's just a star made of paper. Boer said that he would give away a hundred of them. I will try my best to live to be 110 years old."

"By the way, at the same table." Jian Cong looked up at him, "Where's your present? Didn't you put it on the table?"

Lu Yanxue laughed at him: "Why are there still people asking for gifts?"

Jian Cong was stunned for a moment, then scratched his hair and said, "Oh, if you don't have it, then you don't have it."

Lu Yanxue really had nothing to say to this straight man with a negative score in reading comprehension. He said helplessly, "I'll leave it to you after school."

Jian Cong waited expectantly and fearfully for the day after school. He had no choice but to figure out where Lu Yanxue would conjure up a set of "five-year college entrance examination and three-year simulation" or "three-year college entrance examination and two-year simulation" for him.

Before the eighth class was over, Jian Cong couldn't help but turned his head to look at Lu Yanxue a dozen times, and turned his head to look at Lu Yanxue even though he was puzzled.

Jian Cong thought for a while, and said in a low voice, aggrieved: "Hey, forget it, I will also accept the set of college entrance examination materials you sent me."

Lu Yanxue pursed his lips into a smile, and rang the get out of class bell. He was still holding a pen and was taking notes to summarize.

Jian Cong was so bored that he wrote on the blackboard, "Bastard bastard Lu Yanxue, pay me for my bicycle."

"Childish ghost." Lu Yanxue said.

Jian Cong threw the chalk, stood up on the table and pointed at Lu Yanxue: "I have changed my mind now, if you really dare to send a set of college entrance examination materials, I will crush your dog's head right now."

Lu Yanxue smiled and took out a paper bag from his schoolbag and stood it on Jian Cong's desk. He stood up and opened his hands and said, "Welcome to step on it."

Jian Cong jumped over from the table and stepped on a row of gray shoe prints. He squatted on his table and opened the paper bag with his fingers. He hummed, "Photo frame? It's so mysterious..."

He reached out to take out the frame, and the rant stopped abruptly.This is a painting. It shows the back view of two people riding bicycles home in the rain that day. The composition and brush strokes are very simple, but Jian Cong feels that this picture is more vivid than the photo at a glance, because there is emotion in it.

Seeing that Jian Cong didn't speak, Lu Yanxue frowned a little nervously, "Hey, I just drew it casually, but it's actually not..."

"That's nice, I like this kind of stuff."

Stars were shining in the boy's eyes.

Jian Cong looked carefully again, and saw a small line of words in the lower right corner: Friendship lasts forever, Lu.

Jian Cong looked up and smiled.

The author has something to say:

If you don't collect me, I won't talk to you.

The official recommendation is the article by Jiyou—"How to break the son who was taken away by the deadly enemy" by Happiness is like a flower.

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