Something happened. This is not going to be bloody.

The days passed in an uneventful manner, and Song Junyang also got used to his wife's intermittent seizures.

The pit dug by Zhou Leng has been covered with wooden boards and camouflaged with loose soil. At least in the past six months, Song Junyang's performance has been stable, so the pit is useless.

The stable life and new environment gave Song Wei a new life. He was freed from the three states of uselessness, helplessness and hopelessness. Although he often feels depressed and blames himself now, he has never committed self-harm or suicide again.

Song Wei's birthday is in two days. This is his first birthday in Xiangyang County.

Zhou Leng had already made a dozen invitation cards, which looked cute and formal.

After dinner.

Zhou Leng took out the invitation card he had prepared and said:

"Son, your tenth birthday is coming up soon. Mom wants you to invite your good friends to come to our house so we can celebrate your birthday together. It just so happens that that day is Saturday."

Song Wei said with some embarrassment:

"Mom, what if I send an invitation letter to a classmate and he doesn't come? Will this make things difficult for others?"

Zhou Leng asked:

"Then just invite your best classmates. If they come, they are welcome. If you don't want to come, just let them know. They won't make it difficult for you."

Song Wei lowered his head and said after a while:

"Mom, I don't really want to invite my classmates. I'm afraid it will embarrass everyone. I'm also afraid that I'll miss a classmate. But if I don't invite them, all these exquisite invitation cards that Mom made will be wasted. I don't know how to choose."

Zhou Leng put the cards on the table and said, "Mom doesn't quite understand it either, but let's analyze it first. Did Mom tell you in advance when she made these cards?"

"No."

"Why did Mom make these cards?"

"To celebrate my birthday."

Zhou Leng asked again: "Will you be happy to receive these invitation cards? Can you feel your mother's attention and love for you?"

"Thank you, Mom. You've worked so hard. I know you're doing this to make me happy."

Zhou Leng patted his son's shoulder and said:

"Look, mom has achieved her goal. The purpose of making these invitation cards is to let our Song Wei know that mom values ​​him very much and loves him very much. Since you have received this information through the cards, mom's work is not in vain."

Song Wei thought.

Zhou Leng then said, "If your good friend invited you to his birthday party, would you be unhappy? Would you not want to go?"

Song Wei thought for a moment and replied, "If a good friend invites me, I will naturally go."

Zhou sneered and said:

"So, if you invite your good friends, they will be happy to attend. Mom thinks you have a good character of thinking for others, so you will be sensible in everything you do. But Mom also wants to remind you that while you value other people's feelings, you can't ignore your own."

Song Wei looked at his mother in confusion.

Zhou Leng explained:

"Let's talk about you inviting your classmates. You just need to follow your heart and sincerely invite them. You are not harming others. It is just a sincere invitation. If they agree, you should receive them. If they refuse, you should also accept it calmly. Don't think too much. Don't always think about what others will do. Think more about what you will do. Do you understand? As a mother, I hope you can think more about yourself."

Song Wei nodded in confusion.

Zhou Leng put his arm around his shoulders and said:

"Son, it's okay. Mom is old now and in menopause, so sometimes I just talk a lot. In the future, if you have any doubts or questions, just tell me. I will also discuss any troubles with you, okay?"

Song Wei answered seriously: "Don't worry, Mom. I will always be your best friend. You don't have to worry that I will stop talking to you because I have new friends."

Zhou Leng was stunned. She had said so much, but her son actually understood that she was afraid of losing him as a "good friend"? At this moment, she could only stretch out her arms and hug her son with emotion, saying:

"Thank you, my good son. Thank you for not forgetting to chat with your mother even though you have new friends."

Song Wei patted his mother's back comfortingly.

****

Zhou Leng decorated the house. She and Song Junyang bought balloons, flowers, and customized a birthday cake, as well as various molds and materials for making small cakes.

Song Junyang put the things in the main house. In fact, he felt that there was no need to make such a big fuss for his son's birthday, but he didn't want to argue with his wife's decision.

Zhou Leng took out a bag of balloons and put them on the table. She looked at the man with encouraging eyes and said:

"Old Song, I'll leave this to you. It's time to exercise your lung capacity. Blow up all the balloons and tie them tightly. Then wait for me to set up the place."

Song Junyang looked at his wife in disbelief and asked, "Am I playing alone? Xiaoqin, don't go too far!"

Zhou sneered and explained, "I just want to ease the relationship between you and your son. How many times have you celebrated your child's birthday over the years? You should make up for it this time. You are not happy about making your son happy. How am I going too far? How about you make cakes and I blow up balloons?"

Song Junyang looked at his eloquent wife and asked, "Wife, I find that you... you are getting better and better. Go make the cakes and I will make sure to blow up all the balloons."

Zhou Leng nodded with satisfaction.

The next day.

There were six children visiting. Although they came alone, their parents knew that they were there to celebrate their classmate's birthday, so the children brought small gifts, such as a pencil case or a pen, or a small toy.

The main house is decorated in a very cartoony and cute style.

Zhou Leng made stickers with the words "Happy Birthday" out of colorful cloth and stuck them on the wall. Because there was no hydrogen, the balloons were stuck to the roof with colorful ropes hanging below, which looked very beautiful.

Zhou Leng rolled out a two-layer cake and sang Happy Birthday. The children clapped and sang along excitedly.

There were ten candles on the top of the cake.

"Song Wei, Mommy wishes you a happy birthday. Make a wish and blow out the candles."

The children around looked at Song Wei excitedly, and they wished they could blow out the candles for Song Wei.

Song Wei looked around. The dim space was coated with a layer of warm tones under the reflection of candlelight. Everyone had a smile on their face, and their pupils showed their own reflection.

Healing the mind requires a long process, but accepting yourself and acknowledging that you can be healed only takes a moment.

For many years afterwards, Song Wei still remembered this moment. The candlelight at that moment melted the ice in his heart and illuminated every day of his future.

Huhu.

Song Wei made a wish and blew out the candles.

Song Junyang opened the curtains at the window, and the room became bright again.

The children clapped excitedly. Throwing cakes is not popular nowadays. Everyone cherishes food. Besides, not all children in all families have birthday cakes.

Zhou Leng used a plastic knife to cut the cake piece by piece. The children sat in a row with their forks in hand, waiting to eat the cake. When they took a bite of the sweet and soft cake, they all looked very satisfied.

Song Junyang brought in the fruits, snacks and drinks that had been prepared in advance.

The two adults prepared the food and went out, leaving the space to the children.

Song Wei's chubby classmate had cream all over his cheeks and sleeves. He took a sip of the drink and breathed a sigh of relief. The chubby classmate said enviously, "Song Wei, you are so lucky. Your parents are so nice. I have never had a birthday like this before."

Song Wei said: "It's my first time too. But I am really happy."

The little fat boy cut himself another piece of cake and whispered, "I am very happy too. The cake is delicious."

The children all said in unison: "I am happy too."

“I’m happier.”

.......

When the children left, they were still holding the small cakes that Zhou Leng had made himself.