Pei Ziheng's birthday is March 20th, which happens to be a Sunday.

In addition to some classmates in Pei Yang's class and Zhao Yun, Shen Mingzhu also invited many children from the family home.

With limited space at home, Shen Mingzhu borrowed the elderly activity center in the family home and arranged it a day in advance.

A long table is used to form a square in the center of the venue, around which balloons of various colors are suspended, the roof is hung with colorful latte ribbons, and the seven words "Happy Birthday Pei Ziheng" are spelled out with colorful small balloons on the center wall.

In addition, Shen Mingzhu also prepared table tennis rackets, badminton rackets, shuttlecocks, chessboards, etc., for the friends attending the birthday party to play.

But all this, Shen Mingzhu was quietly doing it without Pei Ziheng.

Although Pei Ziheng was reluctant to let Shen Mingzhu work for his birthday, when Shen Mingzhu proposed to hold a birthday party for him, he still had irrepressible expectations and desires in his heart.

In Pei Ziheng's heart, the birthday party should be arranged in advance, at least with decorations such as balloons and ribbons, and various sweets and snacks and drinks.

But as his birthday approached, there was no movement at home.

Until the night before his birthday, the house was still deserted, and there was no trace of a birthday party tomorrow.

At night, Pei Ziheng lay on the bed, carrying a big loss in his small body.

Mom must have forgotten.

I heard that pregnant women will have a reduced memory and will lose everything.

Would he like to remind his mother?

Pei Ziheng turned over, looked at the dark starry sky outside the window, and blinked.

Forget it, it's already hard for a mother to conceive a baby, so don't add trouble to your mother.

Tomorrow, he used the pocket money he saved to invite his friends who attended the birthday party to eat fried skewers and drink soda.

Well, so be it.

Pei Ziheng closed his eyes with a heavy heart.

Early the next morning, Pei Ziheng woke up and found that his home was the same as before.

Dad was busy with breakfast in the kitchen, and Mom was washing her face in the bathroom.

My mother loves beauty, and every day she washes her face white and clean with facial cleanser, and then applies fragrant facial cream.

"Mom."

He stood at the door of the bathroom, unable to hide his anticipation.

But Mom seemed to have really forgotten his birthday and just beckoned him to come in and wash.

It doesn't matter, Mom certainly didn't mean to forget.

Pei Ziheng comforted himself silently.

At the dinner table, he found that today's breakfast was hand-rolled noodles, and there was a golden fried egg lying on his face.

He picked up the chopsticks and was about to eat, but found that the father opposite him was eating wontons.

He looked at his mother beside him, who was also eating wontons.

"Don't look at it, eat it quickly, this is the longevity noodles that your mother specially made for you in the morning, and you can't bite it off if you eat it in one bite."

Hearing his father's advice, he immediately looked at his mother beside him.

"Happy birthday, son, I'm a year older." Mom gently stroked his little head.

Pei Ziheng was both happy and disappointed.

Happy mom remembers his birthday, and lost mom seems to have really forgotten about the birthday party.

But it doesn't matter, his mother made him longevity noodles.

The noodles are firm and the fried eggs are fragrant and delicious.

After breakfast, his mother took out the birthday present she had prepared for him, which turned out to be a scooter.

The wooden handle bar and pedals, the handle and axle rod are very smooth and painted with waterproof varnish, and four small rubber wheels are installed under the pedals, which are light and easy to hold, smooth and elastic when sliding.

"Like it? I designed it myself, and your dad made it for you. ”

"I like it!"

It doesn't matter if he doesn't have a birthday party, he has a scooter.

For a kid his age, owning a scooter is nothing short of YYDS.

Mom said she was going to take him downstairs to try out a lap and try his touch, and he had the idea.

But my mother came out with a new set of clothes, saying that she would wear new clothes on her birthday.

Mom was right for everything.

It seems that someone is holding a happy event in the family home today, and there are many beautiful balloons tied outside the senior activity center.

He retracted his gaze absently, stepped on the skateboard and walked forward, feeling the comfort of flying, and the mood was as happy as flying.

"Son, there seems to be some activity over there, let's go over and take a look."

Mom always likes to watch the excitement, of course he has to accompany him.

"Pei Ziheng, why did you come?"

Zhou Hao and a few nasty ghosts are there, annoyed to death.

"Pei Ziheng, happy birthday!"

"Happy Birthday!"

What's going on? How do they know it's his birthday?

"Pei Ziheng, why does your scooter still have a handle, it looks so fun, can you lend it to me to play?"

No way! Get lost! Don't touch it!

"Son, come in."

Seeing his mother standing at the door of the activity room waving to him, he hurriedly picked up the scooter and ran over.

As soon as he entered the door, he was stunned when he looked at the beautifully decorated and festive birthday venue.

He's not dreaming, is he?

He turned his head to look at his mother beside him, and his mother was also looking at him, her eyes were so gentle, and her smile was so beautiful.

"Happy birthday, son!"

The heat rushed into his eyes, and it turned out that his mother had not forgotten his birthday party.

"Okay, don't cry, it's a birthday today, you have to be happy, why are you still crying?"

Looking at his mother, who was squatting and wiping his tears with a handkerchief, his heart was full of guilt and self-blame.

He's such a big fool that he misunderstood his mother and forgot his birthday.

"Mom, I'm sorry."

"I thought you forgot about your birthday party."

Mom hugged him and said gently: "Little fool, even if Mom forgets to eat and sleep, she won't forget your birthday." ”

Thank you, Mom, and I love you.

Love you forever.

……

Today's senior activity center is as lively as the kindergarten, with children's cheers and laughter one after another.

Many people from the family home stood outside the windows of the activity room, looking through the glass windows.

"I heard that it cost a hundred yuan to hold this birthday party."

"Shen Mingzhu is really willing, giving his stepson a birthday is so exciting."

"Her stepson is different from other stepsons, her stepson is closer to her than her own son, and now she is pregnant again, if she has another daughter, this life will be complete."

"Yes, a son and a daughter, it's really enviable."

Such a bustle, Shen Baolan naturally will not miss it.

Looking at Shen Mingzhu, who was smiling and distributing the birthday cake to the child, the envy and jealousy in her heart were surging like ocean waves.

That is, this child has not seen his own mother, if his mother comes to the door one day, you see if he will run away with his own mother. At that time, her bamboo basket was empty, and it was too late to cry. ”

"It's true, it's not self-born, it's not cooked after all."

When saying this, everyone looked at Shen Baolan intentionally or unintentionally.

After all, among those present, except for Shen Mingzhu, she is also a stepmother, and her relationship with her stepson has never been good.

However, Shen Baolan didn't care about the ridicule of everyone, she had only one thought in her mind. (End of chapter)