The Little Brat’s Sweet And Sassy

After lunch, Shen Li played chess with Mei Yanqing for a while before leaving.

It was evening when we got home.

She pressed the code to enter:

"Dad, I'm back."

No one answered, she looked up and found that Shen Zhijin was not in the living room.

She changed her shoes, put the painting back in the studio, thought about it, and knocked on the door of the study.

The sound of footsteps came, and then the door was opened.

Shen Zhijin stood behind the door, his brows and eyes were clean:

"Come back? Sorry, I was reading a book just now, so I didn't hear it."

Shen Li's eyes swept across the desk behind him.

There was a heavy copy of "Sunspots" on it.

This is a basic book in the field of astronomy, but Shen Zhijin is reading it.

She remembered this book - it was the one that Gu Tingyin bought to read, but couldn't understand it, so she gave it to Shen Zhijin.

Of course, she had given him more than this one.

Shen Li could still think of the beautiful handwriting on the title page, and the little man in the footer scratching his head in distress.

It was because I was so fascinated that I didn't hear her enter the door.

What's more, such a book, for Shen Zhijin, couldn't be simpler.

Shen Li paused, then rolled her eyes:

"It's alright, I just wanted to ask you, what's for dinner. I see a mango ice cream cake in the refrigerator. Did you buy it for mom?"

"Um."

Shen Zhijin's sparse eyebrows stretched.

Shen Li asked:

"I didn't hear you mention that your mother also likes mangoes?"

As soon as she asked this sentence, she suddenly understood something.

——Shen Zhijin likes mangoes.

Shen Zhijin smiled:

"She always buys this flavor for her birthday.

I don't eat much mango, but all the ice cream is hers. "

Shen Li's fingers curled up.

When Shen Zhijin brought up the old things, it was clearly a memory from many, many years ago, and it was still as vivid as yesterday.

He rubbed her head:

"Tangtang want to eat tomato brisket today?"

Shen Li returned to her senses and nodded:

"Um."

Shen Zhijin smiled and said:

"it is good."

...

The dinner was very hearty, and Shen Zhijin took out the cake after the meal.

It's a six-inch little cake, piled full of mangoes.

Shen Li saw that he took out the candles and inserted them one by one.

- Twenty whole.

Shen Zhijin turned off the lights in the dining room, and only the faint light from the living room came over.

It was dark outside the window.

Chilla-

Shen Zhijin lit the colored candles on the cake.

The wind was blowing from the window, and the candlelight flickered, and it seemed that even the red camellia in full bloom beside it was swaying with it.

Shen Li looked up at him.

The warm light reflected on his face, making his eyebrows and eyes more clear, and the long eyelashes cast a faint shadow, covering the depths of the black pupils, clear and quiet.

He did this series of movements very smoothly and naturally, as if he had done it many times before.

- Not like it.

In the past few years, he has indeed done so.

Shen Li remembered that President Yan Qiu said that Shen Zhijin never missed any festivals.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is not but the Spring Festival.

But it turned out that he was nothing but nothing.

Gu Tingyin's birthday will be celebrated by himself.

Camellia, cake, candles.

Everything is so formal, nothing is missing.

She looked at the candles and finally asked:

"Dad, why... twenty candles?"

Shen Zhijin was quiet for a while, as if he was thinking about something, for a moment, a faint smile flashed across his lips.

With just this smile, the cold and indifferent temperament around him dissipated a little, showing a gentleness that is rarely seen by outsiders.

"Shen Zhijin! It's my birthday in three months!"

They had known each other for less than a month at the time.

"Shen Zhijin! What kind of cake do you like?"

It was her birthday, but she kept asking questions.

"Shen Zhijin, did you really not prepare a birthday present for me? Really, really, really not?"

She was very aggrieved.

"Shen Zhijin, guess what wish I just made? You ask me, and I'll tell you!"

He has never been interested in these things, but at that moment, he was also insane, and he had the desire to explore.

In fact, before he had time to ask, she couldn't wait to tell him.

"Oops! Then I'll tell you secretly—I hope today is my twentieth birthday!"

She sneaked closer, but her eyes were so bright that she couldn't hide anything, and the starlight and love seemed to overflow in the next second.

"The legal age of marriage for girls in Hong Kong is 16 years old, but inland is 20 years old!"

She folded her hands and prayed earnestly,

"Twenty!"

What she wished for was not twenty years old, but him.

One of the candles slipped, and Shen Zhijin gathered his thoughts and laughed.

"she likes."

...

In the evening, Shen Li took a bath, changed into pajamas, and was ready to sleep.

But lying on the bed tossing and turning, I don't know why, and I didn't feel sleepy at all.

She sat up and felt a little thirsty, so she pulled her slippers and went out, ready to pour a glass of water.

However, after walking a few steps, she found a tall figure standing on the balcony.

Shen Zhijin.

There was a telescope on the balcony, and he seemed to be looking.

It was already 12:30 in the middle of the night, and Shen Zhijin's routine was extremely regular. Except for occasional work needs, he rarely slept at this time.

As if hearing the voice, Shen Zhijin looked back.

In the past few days, the temperature in Beijing has cooled, and the wind and coolness at night are especially strong.

He was wearing a thin gray sweater and black slacks, and he was tall and straight.

But the black night seemed to cover him with a layer of silence.

"Sugar candy."

He spoke softly.

Shen Li hesitated for a moment, then walked over:

"Dad, why haven't you slept yet?"

Shen Zhijin paused for a while and said, "I'm a little insomniac."

Shen Li was silent for a moment.

Even if he doesn't say it, she also understands that there will always be some time that cannot be survived by sleep.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a pony pillow on the rattan chair on the balcony, and half of the tea on the small table next to her seemed to be cold.

It was as if an invisible hand suddenly clenched her heart, and when she breathed, even her chest hurt.

He has been here for so many years.

"Sugar candy."

Shen Zhijin seemed to guess what she was thinking and called her.

Shen Li raised her eyes.

Shen Zhijin paused for a while:

"You know, nothing with mass can travel faster than the speed of light. But—"

The dark night shrouded, as if all the light was trapped here.

but.

"Thinking is faster than light."

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Maybe everyone thought Shen Zhijin was pitiful, but he never felt that way.