The occasional breeze swept through the branches, and time seemed to slow down on this day.

On the table was a pot of hot white porridge, two bowls, two pairs of chopsticks, and a plate of side dishes.

May was already a little hot, but not so hot that I didn't have an appetite for anything.

As soon as the hour hand pointed to the number seven, a tall and straight figure appeared on the spiral staircase.

The man had just woken up, but there was no trace of haze in his eyes.

He was wearing a pair of black trousers, a black shirt, the buttons were meticulously buttoned to the last one, and all the folds on the clothes were smoothed, lining the man's cold face even more ascetic and cold.

The man finished the stairs and sat down in his place, and at this time, Lifeng also changed his clothes and came down.

Both of them didn't seem to see each other, drinking porridge by themselves, and doing their own things.

Lile returned to the villa at three o'clock in the morning, he and Lifeng were both soldiers, but he was not like Lifeng, he did not have the habit of deliberately hiding his voice in ordinary times.

So when Lile passed by Lifeng's room, Lifeng keenly caught the subtle sounds he made, as well as the faint smell of tobacco and alcohol emanating from him.

Years of experience and habits have kept him vigilant at all times, so he never lets himself fall asleep.

And his eyesight, sense of smell, hearing, speed, etc., since he was born, has been higher than ordinary people, when he was young, some of his peers around him would envy his talent, and some would scold him for being a monster.

Lifeng sat on the sofa and unlocked his phone, and a big picture of a cake suddenly popped out of the screen.

Under the cake, there are four colorful and delicate words - happy birthday.

The eyes were faint, and the slender fingers pressed the cross in the upper left corner of the screen, and the picture of the cake disappeared along with the words "Happy Birthday".

turned off his mobile phone and stepped on the light blue floor tiles and went upstairs.

As Lifeng stepped up the last step, Lile looked up from the paper.

Slender fingers slide across the phone screen, making it dazzling to watch.

"The wind is strong, are things ready?"

*

Lifeng and the original owner have the same birthday.

However, since he was six years old, he has never had a birthday.

Every day before he was reborn was spent in a rain of bullets, on the brink of life and death, and in fear.

There simply isn't time to stop and think about it.

Is it your birthday?

How many years have you not had a birthday?

……

Lifeng doesn't care about his birthday anymore, he is not those golden young masters, not those happy teenagers, he has long lost the qualification to live a normal life, although his current life is dull, he will one day return to his previous life.

Not to mention any special days.

Lifeng sat on a chair with a book.

The heart suddenly tightened, and the severe pain swept over the sea!

Lifeng's face turned pale instantly, and cold sweat trickled.

The slender and white hand clenched his heart tightly, and the joints turned white because of too much force, and the waist pole that was originally straight bent down.

Some inexplicably broken images surged into my mind.

The embarrassed little girl looked anxious and shook helplessly as she shook the little boy in military uniform who had fallen to the ground.

……

The little boy was dressed in an awkward manner, but his demeanor and speech were full of elegance and dignity.

He took out a mango from behind him and handed it to the little girl who was a head shorter than him with a blank face.