But there's no way around it, who makes time short.

The weather was fine in those days, the sun was very sunny, not to mention the rain, and I didn't even see a gust of wind.

Everyone complained that the heat was killing people this summer. It's almost autumn, so why haven't you seen the temperature drop yet?

In the afternoon, however, it miraculously began to snow for several hours.

The ground was even piled with a layer of snow-white snow.

Duan Baiting came back from the outing, and the driver drove smoothly, he sat in the back seat, pressed the window, and glanced out the window.

It was too fine snow, and he reached out and took a slice.

Soon, it melted in the palm of his warm, dry palm.

His eyes were downcast, thoughtful.

The car stopped outside the door, and Duan Baiting got out of the car and walked for a while.

The lights in the yard were on, but the house was dark. He raised his wrist to look at his watch, at this point, Song Wanyue is usually at home.

Even if she wasn't there, Aunt Qin was there.

How come there is no one today.

He entered the code to push the door open, and was about to raise his hand to turn on the light.

But there was a sudden light in front of me.

The eyes that had been in the dark for a long time did not adapt to the light so quickly, Duan Baiting closed his eyes, and after a while, he opened them.

What greeted you was a room full of balloons, with pink roses piled up on the floor.

Song Wanyue walked towards him with a bright smile and a cake in her hand, singing a birthday song in her mouth.

But there were too many clutters in the room, including gift boxes, balloons, and ribbons to hold the balloons.

She didn't see the road clearly, she accidentally tripped and stumbled.

I almost fell, but I didn't forget to reach for the cake in my hand.

Well, he was stopped and hugged by Duan Baiting in time.

She breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "It's dangerous, it's dangerous." ”

Duan Baiting's eyes showed a faint helplessness: "Look at it while walking." ”

He held her steady, crouched down, and untied the ribbon wrapped around her feet.

Then she got up again and looked at the cake in her hand.

He guessed that she was trying to make a kind of oil painting style, but the technique was not too good.

It becomes a colorful cream paste together, a bit like an overturned palette.

Avoiding the embarrassing episode just now, Song Wanyue sang the birthday song again, the cake was held up in front of him, and her smile was slightly curved: "I wish my court a happy twenty-seventh birthday." ”

Duan Baiting didn't move, and looked at her silently.

The distance was too close, and the hallway light was too bright.

She could even see herself in his eyes, smiling, and smiling brightly.

Seeing that he did not react, she tilted her head and repeated repeated: "I wish my court a happy twenty-seventh birthday." Although I haven't been able to accompany you for the previous twenty-six times, I will be with you every year after that. ”

She laughed and was really good-looking.

The curvature of the ends of the eyes and the corners of the lips resembles a dagger capable of piercing a human heart.

In fact, he has long lost the habit of celebrating birthdays. It was a long time ago, and it was just an ordinary day for him.

Today, however, his memories are similar to those of the toddler who stayed on the phone all night all year ago.

He longed for someone to call him that day, even if it was just a simple saying happy birthday.

But the phone never rang, and he never waited.

Duan Baiting often thinks that maybe all this is actually a dream. It was a dream that God created for him in order to make up for the love he once lacked.

Dreams will always wake up, and there will always be a day when you wake up.

He has always understood this principle.

But there will inevitably be extravagant hopes, hoping that you will never wake up.

He is conceited and arrogant.

But only in the matter of losing Song Wanyue, he has no ability to bear the consequences.

The human body is supported by bones, and Song Wanyue has already become an indispensable bone in his body.

She turned off the lights, lit candles, sang the birthday song, and urged him to make a wish.

The room was plunged into darkness, except for the faint light of the candle.

Her face loomed in the light of the fire.

He urged him with a smile: "Remember to make a wish that Song Wanyue is getting better and better." ”

The candle was between the two of them, and she could see his face through the light of the candle.

The same can for him.

The night was quiet, and he remained unmoved, as if in the whole room, only Song Wanyue's time was flowing.

Everything around was still.

What's the matter with this man, he hasn't blown out the candle all the time, is he waiting for it to burn out!

She puffed out her cheeks and was about to speak.

The cake in his hand was removed, and his shoulders suddenly sank.

It was Duan Baiting who leaned on it, and he seemed to smile, very lightly, and his breathing was like a feather.

It made her feel a little itchy.

So she shrunk her neck.

But the next second, she froze again. It seems to have been pointed.

At his shoulder, where he was leaning, a warm feeling of wetness came.

It was too fleeting, fleeting, so she questioned that it could be an illusion.

She was indeed a little overwhelmed, and she saw a lot of tears. Even herself, she can cry whenever she wants to.

used to boast that he was talented and a good material for being an actor.

But Duan Baiting is different.

I used to think that he was cold-blooded, as if he was born with lacked tear ducts.

She had never seen him shed even a tear.

Song Wanyue came back to her senses and reached out to pat his back: "Why are you crying?" ”

He smiled, lowered his head, and said in a soft voice: "Are you crying?" ”

Song Wanyue wasn't too sure: "It's like crying." ”

He let out another low laugh in his throat, leaving her shoulder, and there was no abnormality in his eyes.

Song Wanyue was in a trance, maybe it was really her own delusion.

That's right, how could someone like Duan Baiting cry.

He made a wish and blew out the candles as she asked.

Song Wanyue asked him, "Is it because I am getting more and more beautiful?" ”

He shook his head, took the pastry knife, and looked at the cake in front of him with some confusion.

Song Wanyue snorted softly, pretending to be coquettish.

The cake is starting to melt a little, and the colorful cream is mixed up and is even more messy.

He simply cut off a random piece and served it to her.

She couldn't wait to taste the cake she had made, and it tasted right.

That night, they did nothing, just sat quietly on the terrace, blowing the night breeze and looking at the night scene outside.

Song Wanyue said that today is his birthday, and he can do whatever he wants.

He had some bad taste in that regard, and Song Wanyue used to be shy and unwilling.

But today, she said, "Anything." ”

But he held her hand and clasped his fingers tightly: "Sit with me for a while." ”

She froze, then blinked in disbelief: "That's it..... Sit for a while? ”

She even suspected that she had misheard, perhaps doing it for a while rather than sitting for a while.

After all, the pronunciation is the same.

He smiled, "Well, sit down for a while." ”

Then he led her to the terrace on the second floor.

Song Wanyue would never have imagined that on this night when the atmosphere was right, Duan Baiting would actually play pure love with her.

But once in a while, it seems to be fine.

Song Wanyue sat beside him, her head resting on his shoulder, and in the distance was a large lake.

I remember that when she first got married, she refused to live here on the grounds that it was unlucky to rely on water.

I didn't really want to live with him.

What was Duan Baiting's reaction at that time? She thought about it earnestly.

Remembering, he didn't say anything and went with her.

It would have felt that he was so cold, that her resistance to him was so obvious, but he didn't care in the slightest.