Happy birth day of critical person twenty-two nights

Light and elegant dew drips under the early dawn. Day and night take turns, and the chaotic water surface is as smooth as a mirror.

In the early morning, the breeze blew through the white face. The young men fell asleep with smiles on their faces, their delicate faces looking particularly handsome in the morning light.
Feiyi opened his eyes slightly and stared sleepily at the wall in front of him. The gentle touch and moist warmth came from beside me. Slender lines, tempting cherry mouth, charming eyes, and snow-white legs leaning diagonally on Yuyi's body.
Yes, the feathers and the world lie in the arms of the wings, drowsy. They exhaled slowly and exhaled like blue.
"Ahhhhhh! You..." Feather Wings trembled and woke up, shouting.
"Well, Xiaoyu, go to sleep." The world beside him slowly narrowed his eyes and fell asleep again.
"Brother, don't make any noise. I hate you the most!" The girl on the side chewed her mouth and said dissatisfiedly.
"I said this is my bed!" Yuyi murmured with black lines on his head, "Why do you want to sleep in my bed?"
"Because...because...we...must die!" The girls suddenly hugged Yuyi and clung to him, and screams rang out again.

7.25
An ordinary day has begun again. As usual, the July summer was scorching hot, the cicadas were chirping non-stop, and the blurred vision concealed everything that was true.
The poor boy was forcefully put into a black tuxedo by the beautiful girls at home today, with a bright New Zealand red rose on his chest, an elegant bow on his collar, and dark leather shoes on his feet.

At this moment, sweat was pouring down like rain. You must know that if you wear all the clothes on a hot day, you can imagine the result: you will either die from heat or exhaustion.
Walking alone on the path of morning bells and evening drums, his wings slowly and frivolously floated among them. He put his hands in his pockets, raised the corners of his mouth, and looked up at the blue and jade-like sky.
"I said, I have to wait a while before I can go back!" In fact, Yuyi was kicked out by the girls at home. "Ah, these two guys just disturbed their sleep, so they kicked me out, really!"
Yuyi walked on the road bored.
"La la la, answer the phone. If you don't answer, don't answer, don't answer." The phone vibrated in his pocket, and Yuyi took out the phone and pressed the connect button.
"That one, I'm Yuyi." Yuyi asked.
"Xiaoyu, come back! This place is ready to receive a guest." The world on the other side replied in a hurried tone.
"So that's it! I'll be right back, my eldest lady." After hanging up the phone, Yuyi sighed deeply and walked back.
For a long time, the young man walked slowly to the door and gently pushed open the rotten wood-colored door.
Push the door open, no one is there. White porcelain cups hold Italian latte, and the clear light in the house flows in through the windows.
Suddenly, it was pitch black. No one answered, the turbid fire was flickering in front of me, and the candles were shining all around.
"Happy birth day to you. Happy birth day to you." The warm song came softly, birthday, yes, today is Yu Yi's birthday, when will this weak kid remember his birthday. His parents are not around all year round and he never has a birthday.
The candlelight warms the heart of the young man. At least we are still alive, and there is hope when we are alive.
"Happy birthday, Yu!"
"Hmm!"

ps: This chapter is also a transition after the New York chapter, and the next chapter is the fragments of the Twenty-Three Nights of the Critical One.