What is it like to have a sand sculpture blood wife?

Chapter 92. Isn't it good to learn it?
The next day, March 3th, was already Ying Sitong's birthday.

But Xia Yuan didn't say anything.

She waited until 0 o'clock in the morning last night, because the time turned over 0 o'clock, it was March 3th, and if it was turned over again, it would no longer be March 4th.

Ying Sitong's request is actually very simple, even if Xia Yuan didn't send her flowers or gifts, it was just a text message saying:

"Happy birthday to you."

Then she can be happy all day.

but.

Only a text message from Jiang Xiaoling——

"My son, happy birthday. I wish you a happy life every year, happiness like the East China Sea, and a long life like Nanshan."

On the contrary, Xia Yuan was lying on the bed and snoring loudly, and only then did she realize——

Sure enough, no one in this world remembers his own birthday.

"Thank you, Miss Ling."

After replying to this message, Ying Sitong got into the quilt, curled up into a kitten and licked the wound alone.

When she got up from the hotel to brush her teeth in the morning, she looked at herself in the mirror, she seemed to be much older, her face became paler, and she looked haggard.

She turned her head and looked out of the window. The white clouds were still there and the sun was shining brightly, but she couldn't feel happy anyway.

Ying Sitong thought to herself, what she wants is very simple, but Xia Yuan said "Happy Birthday" to her.

that is it.

……

Xia Yuan has no role today, so he can take a day off.

It was around 9 o'clock in the morning, after he finished washing, he went to the first floor of the hotel with Ying Sitong to have breakfast.

Xia Yuan poured himself a glass of milk, then poured a glass of freshly squeezed grape juice for Ying Sitong, and returned to the table with two eggs and bread.

After eating for a while, he found that Ying Sitong was a little depressed, staring at himself intently.

Xia Yuan put down the bread and looked at Ying Sitong suspiciously.

"are you……?"

"No, it's not what you think."

Ying Sitong raised her head proudly, but in her heart she was so happy that she died.

This idiot finally noticed, did you remember that today is my mother's birthday?

"I don't mind if you want my milk instead of grape juice."

While talking, Xia Yuan pushed the milk cup in front of her.

Ying Sitong was half-dead from anger.

"Never!"

She raised the glass angrily, and drank the grape juice silently, feeling that her lungs were going to explode.

You shouldn't have any illusions about this person.

"Cake..." Xia Yuan said silently.

"Ok?"

Ying Sitong immediately raised her head vigilantly, like a groundhog finding food, her two big watery eyes sparkled.

"Do you want a cake, I'll get you two."

Saying that, Xia Yuan stood up, walked to the buffet stand in the restaurant, and came back with two triangular mousse cakes on a tray.

Humph.

Ying Sitong looked at the cake on the dinner plate, her eyes bulging with anger.

If it wasn't for the people around, she would have wished to slap Xia Yuan, that bastard, to death.

Do I want a petit four?

"I don't have a job today," Xia Yuan took a bite of the cake, then wiped his mouth with a tissue, "Is there any place you want to go?"

"what?"

Ying Sitong raised her head in surprise.

Could it be that this guy still has a little conscience and hasn't forgotten his birthday?
"I……"

"Nevermind."

"Puff...cough cough..." Ying Sitong coughed so angry that the grape juice sprayed out far away.

"Hey, look at you, you don't have any food at all."

Xia Yuan stood up while talking.

Ying Sitong was furious.

It's fine if you don't remember other people's birthdays, but you still have to use language to sarcasm, Xia Yuan, you and I...

"Well……"

Xia Yuan wiped the corners of her mouth with a tissue and sat back on the chair.

He smacked his lips, "Sure enough, your grape juice tastes better."

"Um...this..."

"Since you don't have a place you want to go, I'll take you to a place later." Xia Yuan smiled slightly.

The pure and bright smile made Ying Sitong's heart pounding wildly.

Sure enough, he still remembered.

……

Sure enough, Xia Yuan was an asshole.

Sitting on the reading bench of the National Library, Ying Sitong felt like dying.

Who would bring his wife to the library when celebrating his wife's birthday? !

It is obvious that Xia Yuan not only does not remember her birthday, but is also an outright selfish person, who only cares about her own comfort, regardless of whether others can bear it or not.

She hasn't read a book since nine years of compulsory education.

Going to the library on your birthday is going to kill you.

"This is the New National Library." Xia Yuan returned with a few books and put them on the long table. "It can be regarded as one of the landmarks of the imperial capital. Its appearance is very modern, and it is a library open to all citizens. It is very rich, and it is the library with the largest collection of Chinese documents in the world."

Ying Sitong frowned, feeling extremely unhappy.

"I don't like it here at all."

"Wandering in the ocean of knowledge, isn't it happy?"

"I..." Ying Sitong got angry, stood up and was about to slap the table with him.

Xia Yuan quickly put a finger to her mouth.

"Shh... No noise is allowed in the library."

"I……"

Ying Sitong sat down extremely depressed.

Xia Yuan took his time and sat beside her, pushing a few books in front of her.

"Let me tell you," he opened a book and read it seriously, "I also recently communicated with Feng Yuyan and Duan Qian, and I realized a truth.

If a person wants to live well, there are only two paths. "

Ying Sitong glanced at him in disgust, "What the hell?"

"Either suffer enough beatings from society, or study more."

"..."

Xia Yuan sighed, "I don't want to be beaten by the society all the time, so I suggest that we read more books."

"Well……"

Yazi who said it seemed to make some sense.

Ying Sitong nodded and silently opened the book he brought.

"Behind a successful man, there must be a virtuous and virtuous woman"

"How to Be a Good Wife"

"Be considerate of the husband, the family will be better"

The Home Cooking Guide

"What the hell is this?"

"Spiritual food, don't always think about filling your stomach, spiritual hunger is real hunger."

"Never."

Ying Sitong resolutely rejected Xia Yuan's suggestion, and went to the novel section to choose a copy of "The Gentle School Grass Falls in Love with the Domineering Queen"

Xia Yuan shook his head, silently reading his book.

After a while, he pushed a note in front of Ying Sitong.

"What the hell?"

"You'll know when you see it."

Ying Sitong opened the note suspiciously.

It says:

"I know you will come, so I'll wait. -Shen Congwen"

Ying Sitong blushed slightly, covered her mouth, a little touched.

"Meaty."

"Do you now know why you need to study more?" Xia Yuan responded to her, "If you don't study, you will only say, I recommend you."

After he finished speaking, he wrote another small note and handed it over.

Ying Sitong felt a little hot all over, fanned the wind by his ear with his hands, and opened the note carefully.

However, when she saw the content, her smile suddenly froze on her face.

It says:

"Every time you come, I always have the feeling of surviving. —Feng Tang"

Why don't I sound like a good word?
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