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It seems that since a few years ago, Shen Zhifei no longer likes to celebrate birthdays, and always feels that such days are no different from usual, that things that go wrong are still not going well, and that he should be unhappy as usual.However, maybe it's because the child's temperament has not faded. In Shen Zhiming's eyes, birthday is an important thing.

He buys cakes for his sister every year, as gifts, because his current living expenses are all given by his sister, and he does not intend to spend money on them, so Shen Zhifei has received many hand-woven bracelets, from the ugly ones at the beginning to the present The workmanship is fine, and every piece of Shen Zhifei is carefully treasured.

It was one of the few birthday presents she received.

Shen Zhiming gently avoided the big white rabbit holding a carrot in the center of the cake, inserted the "26" candle on the flat cake, and went to find a lighter to light it.

Shen Zhifei turned off the light, and the siblings sat around the small cake.

Shen Zhiming raised his eyes, his bright black eyes looked at the smiling and doting sister on the opposite side, and he asked in a low voice, "Is it the same this year?"

Shen Zhifei rested his chin and nodded slightly, "Well, it's the same."

Shen Zhiming pursed his lips, clasped his hands together in front of his chin, closed his eyes and began to make a wish.

He hoped that his sister would stop living for him and live for herself, and hoped that she would be happy and happy.

Shen Zhiming opened his eyes, the two of them exchanged glances, took a deep breath at the same time, and blew out the candle.The room was suddenly plunged into darkness. Shen Zhifei groped the wall to find the switch, and clicked it to turn on the light.

"I'm not talking about you, when will you be able to make a wish yourself?" Shen Zhiming took down the candle and threw it into the trash can, while accusing her sister of deceiving her for letting him make her wish for so many years.

"I have no desires or desires." Shen Zhifei picked up the knife disapprovingly, and dropped the knife on the cake to make a few cuts. The little rabbit was not hurt, and sat peacefully on one of the cakes.

Shen Zhiming rolled his eyes, and sucked off the white cream that accidentally got on his fingertips.

Shen Zhifei took a small piece of cake for herself, put it into her mouth with a fork, and bent her eyes contentedly. She looked at Shen Zhiming who was devouring herself, and let out a sigh of relief.

It's not that she's too lazy to make wishes, she just doesn't like making wishes.

Her mitzvah wish was for everything to be fine, but God was against her.

Everything got worse.

Since then, she has never made a wish again.

Anyway, if it is promised, it will not be realized, and it will only make people more disappointed.

"Can I drink?" Shen Zhiming licked his lips, staring at the goblet in Shen Zhifei's hand, his eyes full of eagerness.

He is 17 years old, and his sister still won't let him drink a drop of alcohol. Isn't that too strict? !

Shen Zhifei drank two cups lightly, looked at Shen Zhiming's handsome face, and relieved rarely, "Okay, don't drink too much."

Shen Zhiming was tricked by his father into drinking once when he was a child. Only then did Shen Zhifei know that he was easy to get drunk when he drank, and he might not necessarily be drunk, but he would definitely be red, the kind that was red from head to toe.

"Okay! Thank you, sister! Long live my sister!" Shen Zhiming sprang up quickly and took a glass for himself, filled himself with a glass of red wine, and touched the glass of Shen Zhifei who was opposite him in a serious manner, "I wish my old sister a heart Make your wish come true! Find a good man to marry in the future!"

"I think your skin is itchy, Shen Zhiming." Shen Zhifei raised his eyelids, and pressed his slender claws on the back of the boy's neck, "So you want me to marry you? Little white-eyed wolf."

"I don't want you to be happy, sister." Shen Zhiming smirked and avoided her sister's slightly cold fingertips, remembering her drunk appearance, and said, "Just say you always talk about that person, no matter what he is, as long as sister If you are happy, I will support you!"

Although he thought that the "Yaoyao" that Shen Zhifei never forgot, the name was a bit like a little boy, but his sister liked it, so he reluctantly accepted it.

The wine glass that Shen Zhifei handed to her lips paused for a second, maybe less than a second, then she raised her head and drank less than half of the glass of red wine in one gulp, her tongue circled around her mouth, savoring the slightly astringent aftertaste sweet.She suddenly smiled and said, "Actually, I still miss her a little bit."

Her light words, as if hiding thousands of sighs, fell into Shen Zhiming's ears, weighing heavily on his heart.

Shen Zhiming took her sister's hand and looked at her with burning eyes, "Since you miss him, then go find him."

"Impossible..." Shen Zhifei shook her head, her fingertips curled up in the boy's warm palm, she smiled lightly, but in Shen Zhiming's eyes, it was uglier than crying, he saw her sister's red lips fluttering, Said: "She won't forgive me."

"How could it be?" Shen Zhiming raised his voice involuntarily, then gritted his teeth and lowered his voice, he said, "If you don't try, how do you know it's impossible?"

"A Ming...you don't understand..." Shen Zhifei curled the corners of his lips silently, and reached out to rub the top of the boy's head. The hair was soft and easy to touch.

If I don't try, I can still deceive myself and others, and I can still keep a thought.

If this trial is really impossible, there will be no hope for that day.

Shen Zhiming really didn't understand, but he still looked up at Shen Zhifei, "Sister, I'm not a child anymore, as long as you don't feel regretful, I support all your decisions."

Shen Zhifei looked at him for a while, and found that the milky little dumpling who used to be coquettish in his arms seemed to have really grown up. His shoulders became so broad, and his brows and eyes faded away early. A small dumpling has now become Jun Lang's young man.

If the news she heard again was that person's real marriage news, wouldn't she really regret it?

Shen Zhifei pursed her thin lips slightly, and a trace of moisture flashed in her eyes, which she quickly blinked away.

Could she really listen to her brother?Maybe, maybe he was right?

Seeing the moving look in Shen Zhifei's eyes, Shen Zhiming knew that everything should be done in moderation. He knew that although his sister looked outgoing and enthusiastic, she was actually a restrained ostrich, and she should shrink back when pressed.So I stopped mentioning this and said instead: "Hey, I'll clean up after eating!"

Shen Zhiming has quick hands and feet, and the siblings have lived together for several years, not just a day or two.Now even though both of them have grown up, they still struggle for a long time with the question of "who will do the dishes today". Every time, the sister-controlled teenager sighs helplessly and picks up the dishes and chopsticks to clean up the kitchen miserably.

Shen Zhiming finished cleaning up and urged her sister to take a rest, after all she was reading in the study room and went to bed very late yesterday, Shen Zhifei has a good skin, and she can't hide the light gray under her eyes.

Before Shen Zhifei could say a word, he was forced into the bedroom, so he obediently complied, took his pajamas and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Early the next morning, Shen Zhiming went to school. When Shen Zhifei woke up, she was the only one left at home. She simply cleaned up and went out with the car keys.She drove in the direction of the suburbs, the speed of the car was not fast, the traffic flow on both sides gradually decreased, and gradually there was only one car that crossed by chance.

Her destination is Linwan City, a city adjacent to Hanjiang City, where she once lived.

It is even more...a city where Zhang Yao is present.

Linwan City and Hanjiang City are only a four-hour drive away. As for why Han Youcheng insisted on booking a plane ticket, although Shen Zhifei didn't ask, he already knew Han Youcheng's answer by heart, and that guy would definitely feel embarrassed Said: "Train tickets and high-speed rail tickets do not have air tickets, so I am rich."

Train tickets and high-speed rail tickets may make you look like a prodigal without air tickets.

When she arrived in Linwan City, it was already close to [-] noon. Shen Zhifei had just parked the car when she heard a urging sound from her abdomen. She raised her hand to touch her stomach and pushed the door to get out of the car.

The weather in Linwan City was not good, the sun was covered by dark clouds, and the sky was a bit gloomy.Shen Zhifei stepped on the road paved with bluestone slabs, walked into the gate, walked along the path until the end, and stopped in front of a tombstone on the left.

She put the bouquet of flowers in her hand in front of the tombstone, and raised her hand to wipe off the floating dust on the surface of the small photo on the tombstone.

"Dad, I'm here to see you."

Her voice was a little choked, but even in a squatting position, her back was still straight and her demeanor was dignified.

"Dad, do you want me to be happy? Can you tell me... what should I do?"

Shen Zhifei took a breath tremblingly, the earthy smell mixed with water vapor in the air was not pleasant, the wind passed through her hair, revealing her soft side face.

She seemed to have heard the faint words in the air: "As long as you can be responsible for your own decisions, Dad has no objection."

A drop of clear tears was still shaken by Shen Zhifei's movement of lowering her eyes. She looked down at the water drops on the tombstone, her lips trembling slightly, and let out a small sobbing sound.

In the past, she always felt at a loss. Whenever this happened, her father would touch her hair and ask her with a smile if she had made up her mind. If she had made up her mind, her father would have no objection.

Her father is well-educated and has always been such a gentle person. She once thought that even if her parents would not accompany her for the rest of her life, at least they could watch her get married and start a business.But her father didn't even see her 19 years old, and only left a sentence of "live well, take my brother to wait for my mother", and lay down in a small urn, sleeping deeply in the cold ground.

"Father... Although she said that she is not here anymore..." Shen Zhifei pressed his forehead against the tombstone, and the cold touch penetrated from his forehead into his heart, and tears filled his eyelashes, one drop after another fell on the petals and flowed into the stamens.

Shen Zhifei seldom cried in front of outsiders, even she seldom shed tears in front of her younger brother. In these years, in front of her father's tombstone was the only place where she could be unrestrained.

She wasn't too presumptuous either, enduring suppressed crying, she gently traced her father's face.

"Actually, I still really want to marry her..."

"Can I just... just stop going forward..."

Two sparrows landed on a nearby rock one after another, one moved and the other followed. The one being chased got impatient and fluttered its wings, while the one on the spot hesitated for a moment and quickly caught up.

Shen Zhifei squinted his eyes, his legs and feet were numb, and when he got up, he staggered unsteadily.

"I know Dad..."

Since Zhang Yao is no longer in the same place, she has to go forward to catch up with her.

You can't survive this barren life with memories.