Chapter 16:

For Lu Huan, birthday is just one of countless cold and solitary days without any special.
No one in Ning's Mansion would remember, not even the four aunts had taken it to heart. Today, Lu Huan went to deliver medicine. The four aunts held tears in tears and thanked them, but they did not think of Lu Huan's birthday today. She couldn't remember, and it was normal. King Ning had long ordered the whole house to ban Lu Lu's birthday. Even if she remembered it, she couldn't do anything for Lu Huan.
Therefore, Lu Huan also had no right to this day.
Anyway, if it wasn't for the celebration of the East Palace in every day in the capital, I'm afraid he would not remember it.
Birthday Birthday.
These two words that Lu Hao knew were all seen from the books and from the birthday banquet of Prince Shou Qing and Lu Yu'an.
At Lu Yu'an's birthday banquet every year, the middle of the house is very lively, and the kitchen is busy.
Mrs. Ning will prepare two things specially for the eldest son Lu Yuan. One is longevity noodles, and the whole noodles are stacked into a full bowl. After eating, drink soup, which means long life.
The other is the peach of longevity. The top is dyed red by red paper, which means to avoid doom.
At this time, most of Lu Huan could only stay with the subordinates under the wall of Wu Qing's courtyard, waiting to receive a reward.
...
No one has ever remembered his birthday, he has long been used to it, so he never thought that one day, when he returned from the snow, he could even see a bowl of longevity noodles quietly placed on the stove ---
In the rest of the fire on the stove, the noodles in the bowl were slender and moist, the soup was thick, and there was a heart-shaped egg on it.
... somewhat illusory to unreal.
Lu Huan tightened his throat, walked subconsciously, slowly holding up the bowl of longevity noodles, and the warmth suddenly passed from the palm of his hand, making his eyebrows jump lightly-it was not a dream!
But is this longevity noodle really made for him ...?
... how can anyone remember his birthday ...
... how can someone celebrate it for him ... how can someone give him these goodness?
What is the purpose ... what do you want from him ...?
Lu Huan's heart was chaotic and forced himself to breathe calmly.
But he was holding the bowl of longevity noodles for the first time in his life with both hands, but couldn't help but hold it tighter and tighter, feeling the feeling of falling warmly on the cold palm.
After a moment, he took a breath and forced himself to calm down.
He raised his eyes and looked around at the kitchen with a slight glance.
Only to see the rabbit lamp under the eaves and this bowl of longevity noodles, was too shocked, so he noticed at this time-
A few days ago, he left the messy, possibly stumbling, woodpile in the corner of the kitchen. He didn't know when it was neatly piled up and put it in the corner.
And, because of the typhoid fever a few days ago, and some dirt on the cooktop that I could clean up in the future, all of them have been cleaned up, and even the pots and pans have been refreshed and stacked together.
The entire kitchen did not know who was cleaned, and the food was strung up and hung on the wall. It looked even worse than the large kitchen of Ning Wangfu.
Lu Huan seemed to feel something, holding the longevity noodles in his palms, turning around and going out, taking down the rabbit lamp that was crumbling under the eaves, picking the lamp in the palm and walking towards the entire Chaiyuan.
Only then did I realize that some of the protruding horizontal branches that might trip him around the periphery of the bamboo forest might have been dealt with. There was a cold-proof shed over the chicken shed. I left in a hurry this morning. I didn't go there but didn't find it.
Beyond that.
Lu Huan picked up the lamp, and returned to the house holding his face, trying to find out more traces of the person's past, and he was surely found. When he opened the closet, he found that the robe was sewn.
The stitches were fine and dense, and the animal skin was sewn to the original robes snugly. It looked extremely warm. It seemed that he had tried to sew but was unsuccessful, so the man deliberately helped him.
Lu Huan's dark eyelashes trembled slightly.
Piles, pieces, why?
It's not easy to make a bowl of noodles, and hanging a rabbit light is more like an ingenious treat to him. In addition, the man was so careful, from the kitchen to the bamboo forest to the robes, he did so much for him. For the first time in my life, someone treated him like this ...
He sat at the table, his emotions complicated. After wiping the rabbit light carefully with his sleeve, he looked at the lifelike grazing rabbit for a moment and then carefully placed it by the table.
He placed the longevity noodles in front of him, picked up chopsticks, and stared at the longevity noodles for a long time. The heat fell on his face, a real and gentle touch.
These good things he never got.
He had never encountered such luck in his life.
Although it is completely impossible to understand the purpose of the person, why he gifted himself, why he never showed up, and why he has not shown any intention to obtain so far.
In the end is it a joke or something else.
In the end, after waiting for a little bit of falling into the net, the talent will be exhausted.
... but this bowl is still significant in the face of his fourteen years of solitude.
So this time, he couldn't unload the longevity noodles into the stables like he did last time.
He stared at the bowl of longevity noodles, as usual, took the silver needle out of his arms, and tried again whether it was poisonous—
Non-toxic.
Seeing that there was no change on the silver needle, although there was no expression on his face, the dark eyes shone with a slight amount of light.
He held the noodle bowl in his palm, slowly lowered his head, drank the soup, then raised the noodles with chopsticks, and finally took a bite.
In the warmth of the abdomen, the light in his eyes was a little more glorious.
...
Out of the screen, Suxi didn't know how complicated and chaotic the game villain was. In her opinion, it was that cub was stunned in the kitchen!
Then I went out and was stunned by the changes in the bamboo forest and the chicken shed!
After returning to the room, Shuangmao was shocked again by the beast skin robe ---!
When he was stunned, the whole picture was frozen, and a small group of figures stood still with their fists in motion! Very overwhelmed!
Su Xi: Alas, hahahaha, he was about to die.
Immediately, Suxi saw the cub again sitting at the table. Although he was still vigilant to test whether it was poisonous with a silver needle this time, but unlike the last Mei Cai bacon, this time he finally ate Already.
I saw the little man in the screen holding a bowl the size of his head and sucking the noodles with a sip, and the bun's face swelled up.
Very delicious!
Marmot screams inside Suxi-Ah, this game character making is too cute!
...
At this moment, there was a snowstorm outside the Chai House, a yellow rabbit lamp inside the Chai House, the door was not closed, and the little man was sitting at the table alone, holding a bowl for longevity noodles. Suxi held her face outside the screen and looked at it quietly, unable to help but intercept the screen.
Suddenly she felt very satisfied.
This sense of satisfaction does not come from watching the cubs being bullied by the subordinates from the beginning, and now finally has a yard, and can get warm and full of satisfaction-
Of course, this sense of gain from scratch also satisfied Suxi.
But what fascinated her even more was that seeing the cub from the beginning like a hedgehog that was extremely vigilant and covered with thorns, until now he has unfolded a little bit of himself, and has lost such a trust in himself ... ...
This makes her nose sharp.
Of course, the hedgehog cub still has a lot of worries and a lot of precautions. The soft belly cannot be rua by oneself, but Suxi is not in a hurry. She is coming to Japan, and she can continue to play this game!
... She felt that because of this unique game villain, she was addicted to the game.
...
After Lu Chang had eaten the long-lived noodles, he went to look at the chicken shed that had been rebuilt. I have to say that the chicken shed was indeed warmer after being helped by the man in secret, and those chicken eyes were much more lively.
Lu Huan returned to the house, secretly remembering this day—
He always felt that the time of the man's appearance seemed to be traceable, and each time seemed to appear every two days and one night, and every time he appeared, he fell asleep or went out.
In other words, the other party doesn't seem to want to see himself directly?
Lu Huan stared at the bowl of noodles, and he brought it back to the room and placed it beside the bed-he knew he was too passive.
The other party appeared very casually, but he knew nothing about the other party.
I do n’t know the identity of the other party, or even the time of the other party ’s presence. I ca n’t understand how the other party can come and go freely in the palace of Ning without touching the traces set by himself.
The other side is really mysterious.
But in any case, you must find a way to find out who that person is. Not only because he didn't know the identity and purpose of the other party, this passive feeling made Lu Zhaoxin in crisis.
It is because, this night, he got from the other party, this bowl of longevity noodles in his lifetime.
For the first time in his empty life, he received such a gift.
He wanted to know who that person was, and to see that person, no matter what the purpose and identity of that person was. If you use and play with yourself, you will ...
Lu Huan brow lightly jumped.
In the silent night, he clenched the warm robes sewn in his hands.
He suddenly turned over and got out of bed, walked to the desk in a thin jacket, spread out his pen and paper, and wrote a few words on the paper:
--"who are you?"
Who in the end suddenly broke into his stagnant life.
After writing, he dried the handwriting and pressed it with ink so that it would not be blown away by the wind.
He looked up at the boundless night and heavy snow outside the window, his face gloomy under the candlelight. He wasn't sure if he would see it or answer when the man returned.
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