Tolerance

When Zhan Woxue just got off work, he felt cold when he walked downstairs in the office building. The cold wind blew in gusts, indicating that it was almost deep winter.

"See you tomorrow!" Greeting the departing colleagues with a smile, Zhan Woxue looked at the cold sky and did not take a step.

She was always such a strange person, unwilling to follow the noisy crowd to leave, but waited until there were almost no people left before walking towards the invisible home.

The street lights have been turned on, and the small restaurants on both sides of the road are ready to welcome a wave of customers. The green banners hanging seem to show today's special day.

Zhan Woxue was a little strange, she didn't remember what special day it was today, maybe people always forget something when they are alive.

She didn't remember until she saw some boutiques with Santas and snowmen on display.

——It turns out that today is Christmas.

It turned out that it had been so long.

At this time, Xie Rongyu has not left work yet. For today's special day, should she prepare something different from usual?

Forget it, forget it, she denied herself.Fang Jiahui must have been prepared long ago.Maybe when they got home, there was only a note telling her they ran out to play.

These two always do.

However, it is also really happy!

She was thinking about what she should buy to cook, when suddenly the light that appeared behind her left a shadow on the ground.

She turned her head and saw the familiar car that could no longer be familiar.

She turned around and deliberately chose a small alley where cars couldn't drive.

But the person behind him also got out of the car and followed her.

Like a shadow.

She stops and he stops, and she goes and he goes.

Zhan Woxue felt that she had made it very clear, but why did that person keep grabbing her?

She stopped, turned around, and saw that person was nearly ten meters away from her, hiding something behind her in a panic. With the faint light, she could only see the figure of that person clearly, but not his face.

She said, "I've said it before, anything else you do will be in vain."

The man was silent for a while without speaking.

Zhan Woxue had no choice but to move on.

When he finally got downstairs, the man was still following him, and Zhan Woxue told him, "I'm already home."

He came forward, that tired face appeared in Zhan Woxue's dreams many times.

Only then did Zhan Woxue see clearly what he was holding in his hand, it was a handful of gypsophila mixed with a few bouquets of roses.

He handed her the flowers, with a smile on his tired face, "I've been with you all the way, I just want to tell you, Merry Christmas, and Happy Birthday."

Yes, today is her birthday.

A birthday she herself forgot.

Holding the flowers upstairs, I saw the dark home at a glance.

She half hugged the flower, took out the key in one hand and opened the door.

As soon as the door was opened, the lights in the house came on.

"Mom, happy birthday!" Xiao Chu smiled sweetly.

A few candles were inserted into the cake on the dining table. Xie Rongyu was lighting the candles and smiling at her, "Happy birthday."

Fang Jiahui stood aside and looked at her with her arms around her, with a look of disdain, "You are so lucky. On Christmas birthday, everyone in the world celebrates you."

"Okay, let's blow out the candles. What's your birthday wish?"

"I hope time can stay in this moment forever."

"How many birthdays do you want to have, woman?"

"certainly not!"

Zhan Woxue closed her eyes, she hoped that those she loved and those who loved her would be happy.