During the eleventh long holiday, Zhang Guoqing's birthday came silently.

A rental cottage, a small cake that has just been set, a lamp, and one person.

The standing phone screen is playing a birthday song:

"Happy birthday to you and ....... wishes"

"I can't wait, let's bring it up!"

Without waiting for the song to finish, Zhang Guoqing opened the box and prepared to eat.

A dark chocolate cake wrapped in a thin plastic circle is harmoniously layered with layers of chocolate and starch cream, on which a small sign is inserted.

Zhang Guoqing picked up a fork and tore off the plastic film that supported the cake.

As soon as you take a bite of it, the chocolate, cream and cake slide down the throat, and you can barely taste it, and it takes a while to turn over some sweetness.

Click on the phone and look at it, the e-wallet balance shows 61.70.

"It's also enjoyable, and there are still a few days of odd jobs to pay salaries."

“...... Can you hold on? Melancholy clouded his thoughts.

Pull back the curtains and walk out through the foggy city sky.

Zhang Guoqing is looking for the stars.

It was hazy, foggy came and went, a dark cloud drifted over and covered the moon, and a night star finally shimmered with some light.

After squinting his eyes to make sure that it was a star and not an artificial satellite or an artificial object such as an airplane, Zhang Guoqing fell into a reverie.

Maybe it's a massive blue star, or maybe it's a pulsar? Or maybe this star, which is not known how many light-years away, has long since died, and all he sees is a slow light?

"Even stars are going to die...... But at least their light can last for a very, long time. ”

After taking another bite of the chocolate cake, the bitter taste that I couldn't feel just now came back at this time, and the dryness and stickiness came to my mouth with a hint of sweetness.

He's been away from home for a long time, and his little money in a foreign country is spent on enjoying a meal or two. The situation at home is really difficult.

The cold wind blew from the window, and the pressure of life appeared on the shoulders and backs like a substance, heavy and low, squeezing people out of breath and speechless. Zhang Guoqing needs some rest.

The song lying at the bottom of the phone's favorites was easily opened, and the sound of violin and piano came with headphones.

Some verses appear in the bottom of my heart:

"Don't be meek into that good night."

"Passion cannot be drowned out by a dull twilight."

Leaning back in your seat, music in your ears, your eyes gazing out the window into the night sky.

The night stars flickered, and the light rushing from the distance was exhausted and faint, but in the end it still moved forward and entered Zhang Guoqing's eyes.

He at least has Starlight with him.

"Growl, roar, rebuke the retreat of the light."

Looking down at the time, the moment of twelve o'clock is approaching, and Zhang Guoqing's birthday is about to pass.

Loneliness and silence have faded in the music and the stars, and many people who have looked up at the starry sky from ancient times to the present day seem to be silent and calm from the night star.

It's time to muster up the momentum.

took off the headphones and was about to go to the bedroom to rest, Zhang Guoqing, who was at the door, seemed to remember something, turned around and walked to the window to make a birthday wish to the somewhat dim star.

He wanted life to change, to be able to go far, and to make every family peaceful.

The bedroom door closes and goes up. Dark.

Outside the window, the night sky gradually brightened. At some point, the clouds dissipated from obscuring the moon, and one star after another lit up staggeredly, until the entire dome was covered with stars.

The stars remember their wishes, and change is coming.

Happy birthday, Zhang Guoqing.