Neeko's Birthday Party

Before the doors closed, he jumped on the crowded bus bound for Neeko's house.

A few thugs in floral shirts through the car window beat a boy dressed as a student in the street.

For some reason, what Jimmy had just said flashed through his mind.

Maybe, Jimmy is right. He always says he is too simple, thinks things too simply, and thinks of people too kindly.

Pierre's threat to him on the court may be related to the look that Neeko casts on him. If he continues to stay on the court and accidentally wins the game, will he go to war and end up in trouble?

This mischief may have been purely a disgust from Pierre's repeated "warnings" to him and still seeing the slightest bit of Neeko's attention and perhaps his invitation.

He's afraid of getting into trouble, afraid one day he'll be kicked like a guy lying on the ground by a bunch of people. His student status was hard-won, as fragile as a piece of printing paper ready to print a million-dollar contract. Even a drop of ink would be thrown into the wastebasket.

It may be a good thing to attend this party. Maybe when I see Pierre and Neeko hugging and even kissing in the corner amid the crowd's cheers, I will understand that the joy Neeko shows in front of me is just me. Fantasy. She won't like herself at all because she is not in the same world at all.

Instead of carefully keeping your distance from Neeko and always being vigilant about unknown troubles, it's better to end it all - to put an end to your thoughts. He decided to take this opportunity to have a good talk with Pierre and show that he would stay away from Neeko completely. Then, find a corner to get yourself drunk and forget about Neeko the next day. Of course, it may not be possible to meet a certain girl at a party when drinking to relieve worries. It may not be that the two of them start a sweet relationship, but who can look after themselves?

Charlie was so lost in his thoughts that he almost missed the station in a trance.

When we arrived at the scene, it was raining heavily.

He jumped out of the car and rushed into the scene with nothing but dry teeth.

He had missed the opening of the birthday party perfectly. At this moment, the youth were drinking beer and chatting to jazz music.

Charlie wiped the dripping locks of hair clinging to his forehead and was embarrassed to find out that he was the only one in a suit at the birthday party — with a pair of basketball sneakers — surrounded by youthful, casual surroundings. , hot, individual.

Charlie looked out of place, and when he arrived, he also attracted the attention of many people, including Pierre and his group.

A group of people saw Charlie's out-of-place outfit, possibly because of the sneakers, and the laughter almost drowned out the music.

Pierre walked through the crowd with a beer in hand to Charlie.

There were bursts of uncontrollable disgust in Charlie's stomach. At the same time, he was also prepared, silent, and did not respond. In his opinion, it was a counterattack that was similar to not giving the opponent a chance to succeed.

"Your shoes are ugly. I asked someone to brush them for you. Maybe they didn't dry so quickly." Pierre glanced at Charlie's sneakers provocatively.

"Pierre, I want to talk to you," Charlie grumbled.

"No thanks." Pierre smiled smugly and turned to the other side of the dance floor with a few valets beside him.

Charlie wanted to make himself look natural and tried to move his steps with the rhythm to look around, expecting a familiar face to appear and chat a few words. Even if he nodded for a drink, at least he wouldn't feel overwhelmed. Awkward. He should have had a drink because he was shivering from the cold. Still, he realized that it might not be because of the cold from being soaked all over but also because he was shaking with anger.

Charlie took a swig of champagne.

A radiant figure in the crowd approached him, and when the figure moved, people would unconsciously make way for it. It wasn't until he got closer that he could see clearly that it was Neeko.

Neeko was wearing a long white dress, less glamorous and more youthful and agile.

"Such a formal invitation card" Charlie gestured to the white invitation card he took out from his inner pocket.

"Hey Charlie, I'm so glad you're here; I thought you were on the court today... ugh, let's not mention that you did a great day! Didn't expect you to have such aside; I was surprised; I think I don't know enough about you."

"I'm going to vote for you to be the school cheerleader." After a burst of easy laughter, Charlie put his right hand into his trouser pocket.

"Uh, Neeko, I have a present for you."

The lights in the center of the dance floor came on as Charlie pulled out the delicate locket in his pocket—the necklace that cost him half the pocket money he earned from working on vacation for over three years—interrupted by the name.

Charlie's hand holding the necklace case was still in the air, and the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat and couldn't be swallowed.

"Now, please, our beautiful princess, Neeko, come to the center stage tonight!"

"I think I have to be busy; you have fun!" After speaking, Neeko stood in the center of the stage with applause and shouted as the crowd gave way to the host's right.

After Neeko said a few simple words of thanks, the host opened the curtain hanging over the gift pool to the music and revealed the most representative gifts on the scene.

The first gift was a great gift from Neeko's father, Deputy Mayor Snyder. What is confusing is that the gift is not in the gift pool but on the lawn outside the house. The host led everyone to look out the window, the spotlights were on outside the house, and a private jet was standing there impressively.

The crowd exclaimed.

At this time, a Filipino maid pushed Snyder, the deputy mayor, in a wheelchair, to the middle of the dance floor. The crowd applauded, and Snyder smiled and waved. Neeko was now running up to him and giving her silver-haired father a big hug.

The announcement is still going on. A wealthy businessman sent a million-dollar oil painting, an official sent a global travel package, an aunt sent someone to send a famous pure-blood horse, and a girlfriend sent an expensive skirt, the principal of Neeko. He and several teachers gave them the newly published signed paperback book and exquisite jewelry boxes and accessories, some male students brought the stolen wine from his father, and some people sent the world's limited handbags.

The handbag is not one but a set of five in different colors. It is worth mentioning that the delivery person is none other than Pierre. Pierre walked to the center of the stage in front of the gift pool and waved to everyone with a smile and a little shyness. Neeko comes forward to give him a warm embrace and pushes the atmosphere to a climax again when Pierre kisses Neeko on the cheek.

The hands in Charlie's trouser pockets tossed the poor blue jewelry box over and over and nearly crushed it.

He felt stuffy in his chest, turned around and pushed the crowd away, bypassed the men and women kissing passionately on the sofa, and walked towards the side door.

At this time, a girl grabbed him and handed him a letter - the girl said it was for Neeko.

In doubt, he opened the letter with excitement and anticipation.

The letter reads:

See you in the back garden in ten minutes; I have something for you.

——Niko

In fact, instead of being there in ten minutes, Charlie was in the back garden in three minutes.

I don't know when the rain stopped. At this moment, the night is fading, and the breeze is cool.

There were bursts of laughter behind him, but only the sound of frogs and insects could be heard in front of him. Charlie faintly smelled the fragrance of flowers in the garden not far away. Following the scent, he paced down to the white corridor.

Under the pavilion on the side of the promenade, a couple's quarrel became more real as Charlie moved closer. The man leaves angrily, leaving the woman alone to cry.

Charlie stepped forward gently and slowly handed her a few tissues. There was a surprise in the woman's eyes, but she soon softened and said thank you to him. The girl said sadly that at the birthday party just now, she had a crush on her boyfriend, who had been with her for only three months, and kissed her best friend on the bed in the guest room. The girlfriend said that she had just drunk too much on a whim. The girl questioned her boyfriend, but the boyfriend answered that the purpose of being with the girl was actually to get close to her best friend. He made it clear that he never liked her.

"But I love him and would do anything for him."

The girl's words made Charlie think of himself, and he couldn't help but feel a little sympathy.

"Thank you; I'm better now. I think I have to go."

After the girl left, Charlie looked at his watch, and the time was just right. Charlie then got up and went back to the corridor so that Neeko could see each other as soon as they arrived.

At the moment when Charlie lowered his head into imagination, Neeko jumped behind him like a lithe white deer.

"I thought you were going to be late."

"almost"

"I'll take you somewhere, but..." Neeko took a black ribbon behind her, "That's my secret base."

Neeko came up behind Charlie and tied his eyes with black ribbons. Afterward, Neeko took his hand, and the two walked through the promenade, bypassing the garden on one side, and came to a meadow in the northeast corner of the back of the villa.

"Charlie, I can guess what you mean to me, even though you never mentioned it. I have some unique feelings for you. I shouldn't have said this first. Eyes may not break the rules, so next, when I walk under the big banyan tree and turn around, if you have something to say to me, say it, of course. If not, turn and leave.

Neeko likes herself and confesses to herself that she can't even dream.

Happiness suddenly fell from the sky, as if Charlie, who had closed his eyes, saw the golden Jesus smiling at him in the dark. He felt his heart tremble violently, and he shook even with his breath. The rapid backflow of blood drained the blood all over the body, and even the hands, feet, and scalp, numbness, and the brain went blank. But at the same time, the tiny universes in the body exploded one after another, blasting out thousands of colorful dahlias, which kept opening and overlapping to fill his body and heart.

When Neeko finished the last word in his mouth, Charlie was like a fighter who was promised to fight. His boundless confidence and determination to win turned into a steady stream of energy filling his heart. He regretted his cowardice in his feelings for Neeko. He blamed himself for giving up even being a lowly crush one second ago.

He decided not only to reveal all the words in his heart but also to be, indeed, the self who dared to love and hate at this moment and bid farewell to the humble and non-existent self in the past, even if he had to take a considerable risk.

"I'll count down for tens of seconds, and then, I'll wait for you..." Neeko walked towards the big banyan tree in front of her as she counted down.

Charlie slowly pulled down the blindfolded black ribbon, looked at Neeko under the big tree, and started his confession.

From how the two met to know each other, talking about his cowardice and cowardice, Pierre's threat to him, and even his confusion about the strange relationship between Pierre and Neeko. Finally, he said how to think about Neeko day and night, including spending half of her pocket money to buy gifts for her, and then once again to express her heartfeltness to Neeko, and the words of single-mindedness from now on.

"I'm a very ordinary person, I'm not outstanding in all aspects, and my family is not superior. I may never be able to afford luxury cars, yachts, private jets, and global limited bags. But, you know, I am different from Pierre; I am not a playboy, I will treat you with all my heart, and I will try to be a man worthy of you."

After Charlie finished his last confession from the bottom of his heart, he came behind Neeko.

The breeze swayed Neeko's white skirt and stroked her long blond hair. Charlie reached out his hand slowly and placed it on Neeko's long hair-covered shoulder. "Neeko," Charlie called her name softly.

Neeko turned away.

This is a deformed face. The eyes are narrowed into a small slit. There are many deep wrinkles at the corners of the eyes due to squeezing. A black hole at the bottom spits out a stench. The scattered hair was sideways with the frantically twisted face, and she almost fell to the ground.

It is not Neeko's face; this is not Neeko!

Neeko and Pierre walked out from behind the big banyan tree, laughing to the point of dying, followed by some of Pierre's attendants and a few unnamed men and women at the birthday party who appeared out of nowhere. Everyone clapped and applauded, repeatedly whistling as if they had just finished watching an excellent drama in the theater.

The boy in the long white dress and Pierre high-fived and cheered. "Nice work," said Pierre, wrapping his arms around his neck.

"Hey, I said, are you going too far? I didn't say you should call so many people over to watch," Neeko said.

Pierre walked over to Neeko and put his arms around her waist.

"I made him understand that he and we are not from the same world." Pierre watched Charlie kiss Neeko's cheek. "We are the perfect couple."

At this point, Charlie understood everything.

Charlie's seemed to be struck on the head with a shovel, the sound of the head hitting the shovel was buzzing in his ears.

Charlie's world collapsed when he fell to the ground the moment his head hit the ground.

With laughter, he fled.

Charlie returned to the event site, ready to go out through the crowd and home. At this moment, he just wanted to go home as quickly as possible. The men and women at the event seemed unaware of what was happening outside, which somewhat comforted him.

The big screen beside the stage suddenly lit up at this moment, and the blurry picture gradually became clear. As the camera zoomed in, Charlie could see that the man in the picture with a worried expression and stammering speech was none other than himself.

The truthful confession that came from the bottom of his heart at the moment sounded every word that made him sick to disgust, and every sound was so harsh.

Soon, Charlie was locked in everyone's eyes, unable to move amid bursts of laughter.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Pierre and Neeko, as well as several of Pierre's followers, had pushed the door and returned to the scene.

Charlie rushed towards the door with his head down.

"Wait a minute." A voice came from the speaker.

Charlie turned slowly, and as the crowd flashed out of the aisle, he saw Neeko's father, Mr. Snyder, the Deputy Mayor, appearing in the middle of the dance floor. He waved to Charlie. Charlie looked puzzled, trying to find answers in the faces of those around him. Charlie's footsteps stopped two or three meters in front of Mr. Snyder.

"I know your name, Charlie, you are a brave boy, and although you know there may be some gap between people, you still haven't let it become a stumbling block in your pursuit. Many years ago, a young man came to Clara alone, deceived; he had no money. He had to work as a porter in a cannery, but he went madly in love with Lancy, the factory owner's daughter, who was still a saint at that time. Students who are about to graduate from high school. Their love has attracted almost everyone's opposition; even the men's co-workers are not optimistic. Lanxi's father listed the conditions if the teenager could make one-third of the factory with him within three years. A big fish cannery, he married his daughter Lancy. The boy finally achieved it with his dreams and hard work. Not only did he take his beloved girl, but he also owned the largest fish cannery in Gotham City and even made it later. Deputy Mayor!"

At this time, everyone applauded and cheered. Several female teachers next to the principal even had red eyes, took out a handkerchief and wiped away a few tears.

"Of course, the protagonist tonight is my dear daughter Neeko." The older man looked at Neeko in the corner of the hall,

"But boy, before you love a girl, look back and see what you have. Can you give her everything she wants? If you live a quarter of what I have, if Neeko has no problem, then maybe I would consider letting her marry you."

The cheers and applause at the scene reached a climax again, and it was not calm for a long time.

Before Charlie could salute Snyder, the crowd pushed him behind him. When he turned to leave, people complimented Snyder behind him. Even when he walked to the door, he could hear Mr. Snyder's hoarse voice due to his long-term smoking, "Clara is a city where dreams come true! "Then there was another round of applause and applause.