Yiren washed up as quickly as possible, and the black hair on her forehead was still wet and stuck to her fair and translucent skin. She changed into clothes and ran away in her furry coat.

Chang Yue didn't go. It was a bit too disappointing to make a light bulb at this time and disturb their two worlds.

Besides, standing upstairs and looking at the view is better than below, and there is also a feeling of watching a musical and dance drama. In the white snow, a couple hugging and relying on each other should be particularly beautiful.

Seeing Xie Yiren rushing out, seeing Mr. Zheng picking up Yiren, and seeing Yiren gently brushing away the snow from Mr. Zheng's head with his hands, Chang Yue felt a little confused.

This is love, although I am very busy every day, I care about each other. Even people like Mr. Zheng, who are like stone, know that they step out words in the snow on their birthday morning to wish Xie Yiren blessings.

Where is himself? That guy knows how to talk, Chang Yue feels upset. After receiving the Nobel Prize tonight, he will definitely find a bar to get him drunk!

Chang Yue didn't know that when she was thinking of drinking with Su Yun, the smile on the corner of her mouth was sweet and beautiful.

...

"How long have you been standing?" Yiren brushed away the snow above Zheng Ren's head, and half of her white hair was rubbed. She rubbed her slightly harder and asked softly.

"It's not long before, you got up so early." Zheng Ren smiled happily. The things he had worried about before did not happen. It seemed that the lucky value once again showed great power.

"It's time to get up." Xie Yiren hugged Zheng Ren hard, then took his hand, put it in front of his mouth, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's not cold or cold." Zheng Ren rubbed Xie Yiren's head and laughed, "You wear less clothes, be careful not to catch a cold."

"No, you're not cold."

"Okay, go back quickly." Zheng Ren put his hand on Xie Yiren's face and gently held it up. Against Xie Yiren's backdrop, the beautiful snowflakes seemed to become ugly. He wanted to cover the falling snow, but it was futile.

"Take your birthday gift, hurry back." Zheng Ren rubbed Xie Yiren's head, then let go, covering the snow in the sky with one hand. Even if it was useless, he subconsciously did this, and took off the backpack behind him with the other hand.

A few centimeters of white snow fell on the backpack. Zheng Ren brushed them away, thought for a while, and walked into the hotel with Yiren's hand.

"Be careful not to catch a cold." Zheng Ren said casually, "Here, this is a calendar, this is also a calendar."

"..." Xie Yiren suddenly remembered the two trees at the door of Lu Xun's house.

"It's different." Zheng Ren smiled happily, "I can only flip one picture every day, don't be so curious and tear it off all at once. Each picture is different, I have been thinking about it for a long time."

"Why are there two books?" Xie Yiren asked in confusion.

"emmm, because when you tear them off one by one, you will see something very interesting." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Here, this is mine, it says what I miss every day from December 10 last year to now."

"Huh? When did you learn the earthy love words?" Xie Yiren expressed his confusion about the word "missing" from Zheng Ren's mouth.

"This is not a rustic love word, it's just a truth." Zheng Ren handed the first calendar to Xie Yiren.

The gift is beautifully packaged. After opening it, Xie Yiren saw it on December 10th. There is a line of words on it, which is very familiar to the self. It was written by Zheng Ren. But it is not written on it with an atomic pen, but printed on it.

It seems that this is customized by him in the manufacturer. Xie Yiren smiled. It was different from the gift he expected, so Zheng Ren was willing to put his heart into it.

There are no patterns on the calendar, only dark flowers as the background, like street lights on the streets of Stockholm with snowflakes.

Today is Yiren's birthday. We prepared together on the pedestrian street. The lights, snowflakes, and Fuguier played the violin. I couldn't understand the melody, but I felt that the melody was very beautiful on the quiet night.

But soon we received a call from the emergency room, and we ran back to the emergency room like a wild dog with a stiff neck and had surgery.

Today is a fulfilling life, and I miss it very much.

The words written on the calendar are very straightforward. Poems are not poems, prose is not prose, love words are not love words. The simplest description of what happened today last year. There is not even the details, it is simple and simple, just like Zheng Ren's character.

Xie Yiren's eyes were shiny, and her hands gently brushed across the page, asking softly, "What is written on the next one?"

"I'll know tomorrow." Zheng Ren smiled, "I remember every day of this year very clearly, don't look at it in advance."

"Well, it's a puppy!" Xie Yiren looked at the calendar with a smile. She tried hard to think about what kind of surprises would appear as time passed day by day.

"This is another book, you can use it as a sticky note." Zheng Ren took out another "jujube tree" and said.

“Is there something different inside?”

"Well, it's different. You can see the structure above in about a month, and you can guess what it is. I've seen the abrasive tools and they are made very exquisitely." Zheng Ren smiled.

"Then I'll use it to record." Xie Yiren said, holding the box.

"Okay OK OK, hurry up and go back. It's cold outside, so you're wearing less clothes." Zheng Ren said again.

"I thought you would give me the Nobel Prize medal."

"I will think so." Zheng Ren said, "But that's too easy and there is no sense of ritual."

It is probably Zheng Ren who can stand on the streets of Stockholm and say that the Nobel Prize medals have no sense of ritual.

"Hey, what are you writing tomorrow?" Xie Yiren still couldn't put down the first "jujube tree". She asked softly even though she knew that Zheng Ren would not say it.

"Go back quickly, see you after breakfast later." Zheng Ren made Xie Yiren's hair soft and looked at her fluffy hair, and thought Yiren was so furry and cute.

"Go upstairs, I'll go back to the room to wash up." Zheng Ren pulled Xie Yiren back upstairs and sent her back to the room. Then he let out a long sigh of satisfaction.

It seems that Yiren likes her birthday gift very much, and there is still a whole year to think about next year's birthday... Otherwise, it seems like a good idea to re-made the Nobel Prize medal.

Zheng Ren smiled, took out his cell phone, and sent a WeChat message to Professor Yang.

Brother Yang, how did the patient do after the operation yesterday?

Out of Zheng Ren's medical treatment, Professor Yang's WeChat came back less than a minute later.

I looked at the iU. The child was very healthy. After the operation, the drainage tube of pregnant women led out 60ml of light red blood fluid. The condition was stable and the operation should have been successful.

Looking at the lines of words, Zheng Ren could imagine what Professor Yang was doing. This time should be around 13 o'clock in the imperial capital. He probably didn't even go to work today, and went to the Women's and Children's Hospital at 8 o'clock in the morning and saw now.
Chapter completed!