Is it time for a child?

Indeed, all sweet and happy times are short-lived, including longing.

Yu Yao was just recalling the bits and pieces of the past, and looking forward to secretly celebrating her birthday, but before she knew it, it was time to be a child.

When she arranged the small kitchen, she brought noodles, and it was just after twelve o'clock that she could celebrate Wen Nian's birthday, and when she heard a knock on the door, she couldn't wait to open the door.

"Girl, this is the face you want."

Inside the bowl is a simple thin noodle in clear consommé with an omelette on top. As soon as Chuncai put it down, she heard Yu Yao say, "You go down, I'll come by myself." ”

Chuncai was still puzzled, but seeing that Yuyao was in a good mood, she didn't say much, but said, "That girl has an order to call the slave maid." And he departed.

Yu Yao sat down at the table, took a small candle and lit it, and after a while, about twelve o'clock, she folded her hands and closed her eyes, sat up straight, and solemnly made a wish on this bowl of noodles.

The candlelight shone on her face, unspeakably gentle.

For a moment, Yu Yao seemed to be waiting for something, and she didn't open her eyes for a long time.

After a while, long enough for her to make a vow, she sniffed lightly before cautiously opening her eyes.

She looked at the lonely bowl of noodles in a daze, and then looked left and right at the empty room, as if she was completely dead, and blew out the candles in despair.

"If it's true, birthday wishes are all lies."

Yu Yao got up and pushed open the window, and soon after the full moon, the moon was so bright that it was very beautiful, and the flowers and trees in the yard could be roughly distinguished.

Looking out of the window of Wennian's bedroom, I can just see a few begonia trees over there, but unfortunately there are no flowers in this season. I don't know if Wen Nian is intentional, there are a few osmanthus trees planted outside the wall, you can also see some from this angle, after the begonia flowers fall, this osmanthus just blooms, the fragrance lingers in this yard for more than two months and has not dispersed, Wen Nian's cold garden is really the most comfortable place she has ever lived.

Yu Yao smelled the faint fragrance of osmanthus flowers in the night, sat back and ate the bowl of noodles clean.

She looked at the empty bowl in front of her with some reluctance, didn't call Chuncai to clean it up, and sat at the table again and was stunned for a while, as if she thought of something, smiled and shook her head and prepared to go to bed.

A gust of wind blew in the yard, blowing off the fine osmanthus flowers, and rolling up with a strong and delicious fragrance of flowers. The autumn night was cold, and when the wind blew into the house, Yu Yao shivered, and she walked to the window to close the window.

The moonlight was so bright that she couldn't help but look up, and said to herself, "I have eaten all the shou noodles without a single left, please consider my wishes." With that, he closed the window.

Yu Yao was lying on the bed, laughing at herself in her heart, could it be that she thought that eating a bowl of noodles and blowing out a candle would be as effective as making a magic circle?

Thinking about it, she fell asleep in a daze.

"Knock knock." A soft knock sounded at the door.

Yu Yao knew that every night after Wen Nian's accident, she had never slept steadily, her dreams were always very shallow, and her keen nerves were like little beasts waiting for her prey, and she never relaxed her vigilance.

She awoke from her already shallow dream, and listened intently without moving.

But everything is as quiet as every quiet night, only the chirping of insects.

Yu Yao felt that she clearly heard the knock on the door, could it be a dream? Is there such a clear knock on the door in your dreams?

After a moment of soberness, Yu Yao got up without hesitation, and before she had time to put on a piece of clothing, she hurriedly ran over to open the door.