The autumn tiger seemed to be finally over, and the sky suddenly became overcast at nine o'clock, with dense clouds, not rain clouds, and the temperature dropped a lot after a few cyclones.

Mo Bei first set a place with the hotel and walked to get the cake, now at eleven o'clock, take the cake and walk back just to eat, when the time comes, call two waiters to borrow their hands into the mirror is also considered to have completed the task.

In previous years, even if you can't celebrate your birthday on the same day, you will do it at home sooner or later, and the first time you have it is so bleak.

She laughed at herself but couldn't laugh, pushed open the door, the bell at the top of the door rang, the cake shop was still full of sweet and warm smell, compared to the two, it seemed extremely desolate.

There was no one in the store, she stood for a while, called the proprietress and learned that the other party was afraid that it would be cold in the afternoon, so she sent a coat to her youngest son, and it was already on the way back, five or six minutes.

She was carrying her mobile phone and knocking casually on the glass cabinet, waiting for someone to be the most impatient thing, and she didn't seem to be distracted by anything, so she could only add to the anxiety.

"Buy a cake?"

While she was pondering, someone behind her suddenly asked, she was unexpectedly frightened, but it was the short old lady she had seen yesterday.

The old lady looked up at her, the wrinkles on her face and the smile huddled together, and she asked again, "Did you buy a cake for your birthday?" ”

Mo Bei glanced thoughtfully in the direction of the door and nodded slightly.

The old lady stood beside her, staggering over the cake in the cupboard, and smiled happily, "I have a birthday too, and my daughters have come back to celebrate my birthday." ”

Mo Bei didn't speak, she looked at the little old lady in front of her, she was wearing a brand new dress today, but there were deep creases on the clothes, she should have bought it for a long time but was reluctant to wear it.

The bell rang at the door, and the proprietress walked in with a bag: "Have you waited for a long time?" I'm sorry, I'm sorry. She took out the cake from the freezer, hung the bits and pieces up with her hands and feet, and complained, "There is still a little sun in the morning, who knew that suddenly the sky will be cloudy, my son is very bad, old and sick, and he was still hanging needles in the hospital the day before yesterday?" ”

"It's okay."

The proprietress laughed: "Go slowly, come back next time." ”

Mo Bei opened the door and walked out, she stopped at the intersection, turned around, her voice was deep in her throat, and she said indistinctly: "I'll accompany you for your birthday." ”

The old lady led her to the door, and when she touched her pocket, she called out badly: "Oops, I forgot to bring the key out." ”

"......" Mo Bei thought about leaving.

"It's okay, I've got a spare key under the doormat." The old lady rubbed her hands in embarrassment.

Mo Bei opened the door mat with his toes, and there was indeed a key underneath, which was covered with dust.

She didn't pick it up, she opened her hand towards the keyhole, the black smoke writhed and slipped in, the deadbolt bounced back slightly, and the door opened.

The curtains were drawn in the room, and the lights were not turned on, Mo Bei squinted for a while, barely adapted to the dim light, and walked in with his things.

The house is not big, the doorway separates both sides, the right is the kitchen, the left is the living room, there is a large round table in the center, the tablecloth is polished, but the corners are still worn and broken, the table is full of food, it is already cold, the room is cold, and a white oil film has condensed on the surface of several meat dishes.

Mo Bei put the cake on the table and glanced into the living room.

The only source of light in the living room was the dancing snowflakes of the TV, the DVD player on the top spit out the discs, and facing the TV was an old-fashioned black leather sofa, the corners of which were badly worn, and the skin was warped, revealing the yellow sponge inside.

The old lady sat on the sofa, and Mo Bei's angle could only see the back of her head.

The DVD player seemed to have been on for a long time, the surface was piping hot, and in the card slot was a disc without a cover, with a string of dates written in marker.

20160926

Two years ago today.

She pushed the card slot back and started playing.

The picture froze for a moment, and the first thing that came out was a string of laughter, and when you heard the voice, you knew that it must be a big grinning person.

The picture is very shaky, and the photographer is very amateurish.

"What a shot! How embarrassing it is to be old. The old lady was wearing today's clothes, a little shy in front of the camera, and kept wanting to walk away, but was pulled by a group of children giggling.

The old lady is small, but her daughter is very tall and strong, standing behind her can wrap her whole, and her daughter leads her to look at the camera: "Everyone is happy on your birthday today!" Are you happy? ”

"Happy, happy! I'm going to help Lao Yu cook the vegetables......" She responded, still not used to it, and made an excuse to go away.

"Lao Yu can't cook those dishes anymore?" As soon as the picture turned to the kitchen, the woman who took the shot asked loudly, "Is it Lao Yu?" ”

This is probably her other daughter, and the two tones and personalities are the same. The shirtless man in the kitchen replied angrily, "Yes! Just wait and eat! ”

The old lady muttered something, and the filming daughter asked loudly: "Why is Lao Yu good?" Am I not good? ”

"You're good, everyone's good!"

Her daughter looked like she was in her forties, but she snuggled up to her shoulder like a little girl, and said with a smile: "It will be so good in the future, and it will get better and better." ”

The house in the TV set is bright and tidy, and the warm yellow sunlight reflects everyone's smiles, without a trace of gloom.

Now the house is still tidy, but it is so dark that you can't breathe.

The cake was placed on the table, and the digital candles were lit, glowing with a curling light that illuminated their faces flushed with joy.

Her daughters clapped their hands and sang a transposed birthday song, and she stood in the middle of the crowd, somewhat helpless, guided to blow out the candles.

Two years ago, my birthday was a great one.

"I'm eighty-two years old this year, and I've lived a long life." She tilted her head to the man on the couch.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you......"

The old lady stood at the table, singing in broken Mandarin, clapping her hands uncontrollably, her back seemed to be more bent, and her body was full of twilight weakness.

She looked in the direction of Mo Bei, clapping her palms like a child, the song was happy, and she stood in the light cast by the air window on the door, as if it was a picture of isolation.

The television stop as the children hold her hand and cut the cake.

Mo Bei opened the cake box and inserted the fork in the center in a daze, like a stick of incense. Her voice was a little hoarse: "Eat." ”

The old lady was stunned for a moment, looked in the direction of the living room, the TV screen began to dance snowflakes again, the room was deserted and lonely, she stood in a daze, for a long, long time, she laughed: "Thank you." ”

There was a commotion outside the house, the sound of the siren getting closer and closer, and a man said eagerly: "It's a boy, I haven't seen it!" It's definitely not Grandma's grandson, and I haven't come out since I went in......"

There was a knock on the door outside: "Anyone?" Is Grandma Zhang here? ”

"No sound."

They opened the door, and the room was empty, with cold meals on the table.

They found Grandma Zhang sitting on the sofa, her head down, her face was bruised, and she was out of breath.

People came and went, and Mo Bei sat on the edge of the high platform, listening to the couple who lived opposite making notes.

"She's alone, no one will come to see her, her eldest daughter went abroad the winter before last, the second son-in-law gambled and owed a lot of debt, I don't know where to hide, I've been alone for the New Year for the past two years, and my brain is a little unclear when I'm older, I talk about my birthday every day, where does she know when she has a birthday?"

She has her birthday today.

Mo Bei leaned on the edge of the high platform, a dahlia with lush leaves, heavy flower clusters, and the stems were bent and hung down on the ears.

People came and went, and they couldn't see her. She didn't bother to know what they did, two years ago the VCR was happy with the family, she wanted to see if the old man could have a good death in the end, but she didn't expect her family to be in such a desperate situation.

She didn't feel too sad, life was full of good and bad, but she couldn't breathe well, and she looked at the upper with her eyes down.

The police carried away the old lady's body and collected evidence that might have been present in the house, trying to prove that a suspicious person had entered the room.

They came and went, and the streets fell silent again.

It's just a person who dies, and it doesn't affect anyone's life, everyone may sigh and sigh, and it won't take two minutes to sigh and grieve, and then devote themselves to their own lives.

On the contrary, it was the man on the other side who sneered at the old man yesterday who was anxious and busy.

The years seem to be extraordinarily unforgiving to the elderly.

The mobile phone in the pocket shook twice, and the text message from the hotel made two calls half an hour ago.

It was already past one o'clock, and the hotel said that it could not contact her, and she could only cancel her seat after the reservation time, and apologized politely and detachedly and hoped to be understood.

She walked to the intersection with her cake in her hand, not knowing where to go.

There is no class this afternoon, and there is no need to skip class when you wander around, you can't be willful, and you have nowhere to vent.

Walking aimlessly, I passed a neighborhood where the security guard of the community's guard room yawned with his feet crossed, and goldfish shuttled between the stones in the small fountain at the door.

She suddenly felt a little sleepy, so she sat down on the marble ball next to the small fountain, and stared back and forth at the little goldfish with white patches on its head in the water.

Eleven laps...... Thirty-two laps...... Fifty-six laps...... Seventy-five or seventy-eight?

The security guard quietly looked around, gave her a cup of tea, and wanted her to sit in the communication room.

Middle-aged people can't think of anything worth losing their souls to a child of this age other than falling out of love.

"Young man, are you still so young and good-looking, are you still worried that you can't find a girlfriend? Break up, break up, what's better next......"

The security guard comforted her twice, and when she saw her dazed expression, she was persuaded to leave without moving.

The 121st Lap......

The little goldfish with the white lump on its top suddenly hid in the crack in the stone and came out.

The surrounding brightness dimmed a little, and Mo Bei looked up and saw Tang Song.

It turns out that when you are low enough, others can really cast a shadow.

He looked down at her, "Looking for me?" ”

Mo Bei blinked blankly.

Tang Song had a smile in his eyes, squatted down to look at her, and pointed to the community: "My home is here." ”

Mo Bei sighed: "It's quite a coincidence. ”

There was a cake box at her feet, Tang Song glanced at the name of the store on it and thought about it for a while, and roughly guessed the cause and effect.

"Go in and sit down?"

Tang Song took advantage of the fact that the house price had not risen wildly in the past few years, and he had no time to focus on decoration, so he put a few sets of standing household appliances and furniture, and the most designed in the whole house was the large wine cabinet from the left side of the entrance to the top, separating the living room and the kitchen.

There were only a few bottles of red wine in the grid, and there were no utensils.

Other compartments are used to store items such as hats and umbrellas.

The lower floor of the wine cabinet, which is more than one meter high, was converted into a shoe cabinet, and Tang Song took a pair of slippers from it for her.

Mo Bei put the cake box on the shelf and lowered his head to change his shoes, and suddenly heard him ask, "Do you want to hug it?" ”

She was stunned for a moment and looked at Tang Song, but she couldn't see that he was joking.

He made a sincere suggestion, though it sounded like a hooligan.

Tang Song saw that she didn't speak, and took a step forward: "Do you want to?" Or do I go and wear a long-sleeved shirt and come back? ”

He approached, his voice trembling in his chest, gentle and seductive.

The human body is strange in that it avoids contact with its own kind, but craves the body temperature of its own kind.

The temperature on Tang Song's body was slightly higher, and his skin was ironed through his clothes, and the two pieces of collision gradually converged, staying in a state of about to merge and separate.

Mo Bei stood in the entrance, a cut shorter than Tang Song, his forehead was on his shoulder, and he was quite restrained, but his arm went around, pulling the clothes behind his back, and the tighter and tighter he was.

Tang Song spread his arms slightly, preventing the skin of the two from touching together.

"Do you want to pat yourself on the back? I've heard that patting your back is better when you're in a bad mood. ”

Mo Bei laughed, and said without a beginning: "I found out." ”

"Ah......h ”

He continued to open his hands, and as he spoke, his chin inevitably touched her hair, which was soft and tickled.

He cautiously touched her back: "Happy birthday." ”