"Lord Wang."

The beads guarding at the gate of Fanghuayuan saluted him.

Silent Yao ignored it and walked straight to the room.

Liang Zhi at the door bent down: "Lord Wang." ”

There was no light in the room, so Shi Yao twisted his eyebrows and asked in a low voice, "Is the princess asleep?" ”

Seeing that King Yao was so far away from him, Liang Zhi couldn't help but be a little scared, and replied dutifully: "If you go back to the prince, the princess will rest very early, and the princess told the slave maid, if the prince comes back, just let you go in and rest directly." ”

Silent Yao nodded indifferently, then pushed open the door and walked in cautiously.

But as soon as he closed the door, the room suddenly lit up.

He Lan stood by the candle flame and looked at the stunned man with a smile.

Immediately, she put down the candle in her hand and opened her arms to him: "My husband, happy birthday!" ”

The man at the door stood there for a long time.

But the steps under his feet still moved, and He Lan stood on tiptoe to hug him, rubbing his face affectionately.

"In the past 20 years, I missed more than 20 of your birthdays, and I hope that from today onwards, I will be by your side for every birthday in the future, until our children grow up, until we all become a handful of loess."

"Lonely Yao, I love you."

He Lan's voice is very textured, the words are clear, and there is a serious sound, just around the man's ears, in this silent night, it is particularly eye-catching.

Lonely Yao was hugged by her, and her hands trembled and hugged the woman's waist.

The tip of his nose was a little sour, his eyes were a little red, and his gaze was a little shocked.

You'll never understand what it's like to be alone on one road chasing someone who hasn't looked back, and after nine years of doing so, that person suddenly stops and turns back to you.

It's like seeing light in the dark......

It's like waiting for the hazy Buddha dawn before dawn......

It's like a rain in a long drought.

He finally got to the end.

Lonely Yao never dared to expect Helan to say anything good about him, she has been chasing for nearly eight years, getting married for a year, and she has always been so indifferent for almost nine years.

But when he was about to get used to this painful indifference, Helan finally smiled at him.

Not only did she smile, but she also told him that she loved him.

He thought that this year's birthday would be no different, and he would live the same as usual.

It turns out that it is not.

He Lan saw the light in the man's eyes, a little misty, she was a little incredulous.

"Are you crying?" Helan's heart sank.

It can't be moved, right?

Silence Yao hugged her again, put his chin in her neck, and said in a low voice: "Helan, I love you...... I really love you. ”

She laughed and nodded heavily.

——

"What is this?" Silent Yao looked at the box on the table.

He Lan raised his chin around his chest, "Open." ”

The man raised his eyebrows, did not question, reached out to open the box, and when he opened the lid, the thin plates around the box instantly spread out, revealing a round thing inside.

He didn't know what it was, but he knew the words.

- Happy birthday to my husband

Lonely Yao frowned, not unhappy, but trying to block the sourness in his eyes.

"This is for you, I made it with my own hands, you can taste it." Heran picked up the short knife and began to cut, taking out a small piece and putting it on the plate.

As soon as she heard that she made it herself, she didn't doubt that she had him, so she picked it up and took a bite.

Very sweet.

It's soft.

He doesn't like sweets, but he is surprised to find them very tasty.

"It's delicious." He complimented.

He Lan laughed and reached out to help him wipe the corners of his mouth, "It's all over the mouth." ”