"Birthday?"

Song Zhao's expression was shocked, and he subconsciously held the hard little goldfish in his hand, and let go violently as if he was afraid of pinching it.

"That's right, August 15 is over, and I'm going to have a birthday. ”

The dreamy tone and dream-like look make people's hearts sour.

Mrs. Song sighed and took out a piece of money and stuffed it for him.

"Zhao Wow, I'm a year older on my birthday, I'll buy you candy to eat. ”

Song Zhao withdrew his hand as if he had been burned.

"I, I can't ask for it. ”

Mrs. Song forced it into him.

"Good boy, this is the joy of life, once a year, don't be too little, pretend. ”

Song Zhao was at a loss, he usually looked clever and even a cunning child, but at the moment he looked stunned, and his eyes were red.

Song Ci's heart was also sour and soft when she saw him like this, and she couldn't help but think about how sad her life would be if she was reborn into Song Zhao.

He can even forget his birthday, and no one must have given him a birthday for years.

"Good boy, come to the house for dinner in the evening, make you a bowl of longevity noodles, and make dumplings for you to eat. ”

Mrs. Song is the softest-hearted person, and she can't see her children suffering the most, so she immediately takes care of everything.

According to their customs here, birthdays are usually eaten in the morning with a bowl of longevity noodles, one to the end, and it is best to lie on a poached egg in it, which means longevity and fulfillment.

At noon, I don't pay much attention to it, just make some good dishes to eat;

But at night, I want to make dumplings.

As the old saying goes, dumplings are not as delicious as dumplings, dumplings are almost a customary festival food in the north, and there are some big and happy events to eat dumplings to celebrate.

Nowadays, there is a shortage of materials, and many people can't eat white pork, and being able to eat dumplings is really the same as the New Year, which is a good life that is no longer good.

Mrs. Song promised to make dumplings for Song Zhao to eat at night, but she didn't treat him as an outsider, and she was full of sincerity.

Song Zhao often runs to the old Song family, and he also knows what their family's living standard is. A meal of dumplings is definitely not cheap, even if you just give him a bowl of vegetarian noodles, it is excellent!

"Thanks, thanks, no need. It's just a little birthday, I don't remember it myself, so I don't have to bother so much. ”

Song Zhao sniffed hard, wiped his tears with the back of his hand, and smiled extraordinarily brightly.

Song Ci scratched his face with his finger and shamed him:

"Crying and laughing, puppy peeing. ”

Song Zhao was so amused by her that he couldn't be moved, and pretended to kill her with a straight face:

"If I were a dog, I'd bite you, Wang!"

Song Cicai was not afraid of him, and raised two small claws to pretend to be a tiger:

"I'm a big tiger, woo!"

This milky voice is really not a deterrent at all.

Song Zhao pinched her soft little hand without a rut, and said as if surrendering:

"Well, you're awesome, you've won. ”

Song Ci snorted proudly again, eager to put a king on his forehead to shake his majesty.

Song Zhao took the little goldfish and looked at it carefully, and the more he looked at it, the more he loved it.

The transparent infusion tubes have been cut and tied together with ingenuity.

The big fish head is tied with a green checkers marble as an eye, and the fish scales and fins and long floating tail on the body are all available, which is really beautiful and very attentive.

"You're beautiful, I love it. ”

Song Zhao solemnly thanked him and couldn't put it down.

Song Ci was also very happy.

Giving a gift can be loved by others, and this is the right way to open a gift.

"If you like it, I'll send you a better one next year. ”

Still next year?

Song Zhao's heart was full all of a sudden, and from this moment on, he was already looking forward to the arrival of next year.

People can only be full of vitality if they have expectations for the future.

Song Ci looked at Song Zhao, whose whole person was bright, and finally could put his mind at ease with him.

Mourning is greater than heart death, and heart disease has to be treated.

In her previous life, she had seen too many people who were desperate to give up, because it was too painful and painful to persist in the face of adversity, and it seemed so easy to give up.

But she didn't like it.

She didn't give up when she became a zombie, she didn't give up when she was used as a sample for drug testing, and she didn't give up when she left her beloved parents and came to a strange world.

At the last moment of her life, her mother still told her uneasily, telling her to live well.

Mom won't hurt her, so she's obedient.

Song Zhao didn't have his mother to tell him this, and she was willing to do it for him.

Live well, and there is hope to survive the future.

If you give up, you will fall into hell forever.