The new house has not been decorated yet.

So Zhou Yang still stayed in that house which was not shabby, but was indeed too ordinary.

In other words, temporary dormitory.

When you open the door, you can vaguely hear a slight "creep" between the door and the door frame.

Old furniture, dated incandescent lamps.

Except for the messy books and pages of manuscripts written with messy things on the desk not far away, the house was so tidy that it didn't look like a place where a single man lived.

"Mr. An, just leave it here."

"good."

outside the house.

The blood-red sunset finally gradually became hazy in the night. In the distant sky, the stars gradually shone, and the night scene was extremely beautiful.

Through the window, An Xiao saw dim street lights lighting up the alley in the distance.

There is a constant flow of pedestrians with different expressions.

She carefully placed the cake on the table, then looked at Zhou Yang who put on an apron and walked into the kitchen.

"Mr. An, please wait here for a moment. There are still a few dishes..."

"There's no rush, just take your time."

There was a "puff" sound and the "whirr" sound of the range hood in the kitchen.

Zhou Yang finished cutting the vegetables, put them in the pot, and then started to stir-fry.

A lot of things have changed in the rush of time, but Zhou Yang's smile is still as honest and sincere as before, but his voice is full of confidence and is no longer as humble as before.

An Xiao did not sit down, but slowly walked to Zhou Yang's desk and saw a book.

"Language of Lens", "Philosophical Thinking", "Script Art", "Film Study Thinking"...

The side of a book is filled with various reading notes and understanding experiences. Turning to the back, An Xiao also saw his notes on the parts of the book that he did not understand.

Zhou Yang is getting busier and busier.

But he never seemed to stop learning.

Moreover, the learning content has also started from simple entry-level to advanced, and there are even many art books that students in professional colleges do not want to read.

He has been making silent progress.

An Xiao, who was planning to take a quick glance, suddenly saw a familiar book. It seemed to be a diary?

An image of Zhou Yang beating Xu Xiaoming violently in the recording studio appeared in her mind, and it seemed that it was a similar diary that angered Zhou Yang.

have no idea……

What will be written in the new diary?

She subconsciously glanced over at the kitchen.

The sound of stir-frying in the kitchen is still going on, and it seems that it will take a while before the food is served.

She looked around again and saw that there were no surveillance cameras around.

She finally lowered her head slightly. Although her expression was as cold as ever, there was a faint blush between her cheeks for some reason.

After hesitating for a long time, she reached out and touched the diary, but when she was about to open it, she finally stopped.

She retracted her hand, glanced at the busy figure in the kitchen again, and then quietly sat on the chair by the table without making any other movements.

Human beings are rational animals. Although they have the desire to explore many things, they cannot do them.

Time passes little by little.

Plate after plate of dishes was brought out. The dishes were very ordinary but the combination of meat and vegetables was also very nice.

Zhou Yang was sweating profusely, and then wiped his face with a towel.

"Don't you want to install an air conditioner in the lobby?"

"I'm thinking of moving. Installing air conditioning is a bit wasteful..." Zhou Yang smiled awkwardly: "Mr. An, where did you buy this cake? It looks quite exquisite."

"You can just buy it from the cake shop." An Xiao looked away and replied, "Put in a candle?"

"Oh, okay, do you want to turn off the light?" Zhou Yang opened the cake box, hesitated for a moment, and looked at the incandescent light that was on.

"Turn it off."

"good."

The cake is unwrapped.

The outer packaging is very beautiful, but the cake inside is not well made. Although it is flat, Zhou Yang can see at a glance that the cream is not evenly beaten. Maybe it is due to running all the way or bumps, and the cake embryo looks a bit broken.

…

When An Xiao saw this scene, her red lips trembled slightly, then she subconsciously moved her eyes to the switch, silently stood up and turned off the light.

Zhou Yang imitated the birthday celebrations on TV and lit candles one by one, no more and no less, exactly twenty-six, almost filling the entire cake.

Under the lamp, the candlelight was bright, cozy and warm. An Xiao saw Zhou Yang staring at the candlelight, his eyes slightly dazed, as if he was recalling something.

"Happy birthday to you."

"Wish you, wish you a happy birthday..."

Zhou Yang heard the sound.

An Xiao, who had always been cold and aloof, unexpectedly sang a birthday song in front of Zhou Yang.

During the singing, her pretty face turned slightly red, but her expression was very determined.

Zhou Yang's heart trembled slightly as he listened to the song. His breath became more sour and his throat seemed to be clogged with something. In the dark world, there was only An Xiao's face.

"Thank you Mr. An..."

He finally said these words, but his voice was extremely dry and slightly hoarse, and his eye circles gradually turned red. He felt that the complex emotions were coming over him like an overwhelming ocean, and they instantly overwhelmed his vision.

When he was working hard and being pushed to the limit by life, he did not shed any tears.

When a loved one passed away, my heart was filled with grief, but I was extremely strong and did not shed any tears.

Standing in a bright place and being watched by everyone, I did not shed any tears.

Loneliness permeated him, as if he was a casual spectator of this world.

The sky is big and the earth is big, but it is like a duckweed drifting with the current, not knowing where to go or where to go.

"Happy birthday to you."

At this moment, in An Xiao's singing, Zhou Yang seemed to feel an unprecedented warmth, which lingered in his chest for a long time and never dissipated.

His eyes were blurry, and after wiping them several times, he still couldn't control his overwhelming emotions.

"Thank you, thank you, this is my... my... my... first birthday in this world, and also the first piece of cake... it means a lot!"

The candlelight was burning, illuminating the face.

An Xiao suddenly choked up while singing, and her heart trembled slightly.

She felt an unprecedented sense of distress.

Along the way, what kind of cold nights has he experienced, and how long has he endured loneliness?

Zhou Yang's information appeared in front of An Xiao...

She found that she suddenly couldn't sing.

"Make a wish."

"good."

Making birthday wishes is actually very childish, and few adults believe this.

However, Zhou Yang still nodded, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and began to recite silently very devoutly.

outside the house.

There were bursts of noise and the sound of cars.

It was extremely quiet inside the house.

An Xiao looked at Zhou Yang. At this moment, she was very eager to know what Zhou Yang's wish was.

"alright."

"Blow out the candles."

"OK!"

The candle was blown out.

The room became dark, and An Xiao went to turn on the light.

For a moment, the light of the incandescent lamp made Zhou Yang unable to open his eyes for a moment.
To be continued...