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The gift for a 3-year-old is a cute cartoon backpack.

A little gift for 3 years old:

Darling, you are going to kindergarten this year, so pack your courage and go on an adventure! "

The gift for my 4-year-old was a star projector lamp.

A little gift for 4 years old:

Baby, you see, darkness can create beautiful galaxies, and you don’t have to be afraid to sleep alone.”

The gift for my 5-year-old was Lego toys.

A little gift for 5 years old:

Baby, use your curiosity and imagination to build your kingdom. The world is waiting for you to create."

The gift for my 6-year-old was a time capsule tin box.

From this point on, her message changed.

A little gift for 6 years old:

Honey, I'm sorry I can't celebrate your birthday with you this year. Daddy sealed your baby teeth for me. When you open them when you're eighteen, you'll see how your childhood has grown wings.

The gift for my 7th birthday was a custom-made zodiac necklace.

A little gift for 7 years old:

Baby, I'm sorry I couldn't celebrate your birthday with you this year. Maybe I'm wandering somewhere in the universe. I heard that it takes 138 billion years for the universe to give birth to a unique individual, and you are one of them. The stars are cheering for you.

...

The gift for my 16th birthday was a map and handbook for a round-the-world trip.

A little gift for 16 years old:

Baby, I'm sorry I couldn't celebrate your birthday with you. You're all grown up now, free to explore the world. No matter where you are, our love for you transcends time zones.

The gift of turning 17 is a blank check.

A little gift for 17 years old:

"Baby, I'm sorry I couldn't celebrate your birthday with you again. You're one step closer to adulthood. The future is yours to sign. You can overdraw your courage and realize your ideals. We will always be your most loyal credit guarantor."

The gift for his 18th birthday was a photo album that recorded his growth trajectory every year and all the photos of him and his mother.

The latest photo was taken when she went to the amusement park with him. He was wearing a black cat ear headdress and looked awkward and reluctant.

His mother leaned against him affectionately and smiled brightly at the camera...

A little gift for 18 years old:

Baby, I’m so happy to celebrate your birthday with you this year. It’s great. Congratulations on becoming an adult!

This is where you have accumulated 6580 days of growth. Carry our love for you and move forward. You will never lack a way home."

...

After opening all the gifts, Pei Zhili realized that his face was cold, with tears dried by the wind, but new tears immediately welled up in his eyes.

He has cried very few times since he was a child, and he never bothers to face or solve any problems by crying.

But at this moment, I couldn't control myself.

Afraid of being discovered, Pei Zhili quickly turned around, but his shoulders trembling slightly unconsciously still revealed his emotions.

His nose felt extremely sore, he lowered his head, hugged the gift tightly, and let the hot tears flow out and slide down his face and chin.

Mom kept saying sorry to him, but she had never done anything sorry to him.

He never thought that during the years when he lost his mother, she might be watching him somewhere in the universe. He did not grow up according to her expectations, but instead became more and more depraved, and his relationship with his family became worse and worse.

He remembered that he once told her that he would be a good brother and take good care of his younger siblings.

She smiled and said to him, "Okay, then I'll have to work hard to be your little assistant, baby."

He said this himself, but he didn't do it...

So, he was the one who was sorry to her.

The excitement and joy he felt when receiving the gift, mixed with guilt and sadness, made it impossible for him to control his emotions for a while.

Tears kept falling, as if to vent all the forbearance and longing for mom over the years.

Jiang Suisui stared at him blankly. This was the first time she saw Pei Zhili cry. Her eyes couldn't help but turn red. She reached out and gently tugged at the sleeve of Pei Yanzhou beside her. "Dad, is my brother...crying?"

Pei Yanzhou also just discovered that Pei Zhili actually had such a side to him.

The troubled boy who was usually fearless and seemed to look down on everyone and everything was now standing alone in the halo of light surrounded by countless colorful lights. There was not a trace of hostility in his body. He was like an abandoned little animal, incredibly fragile and soft.

"Right. Even though you're officially an adult from today, it's okay to cry once in a while."

Jiang Qixing on the side looked at Pei Zhili silently, his heart full of envy.

It would be great if it was his birthday and his mother prepared so many gifts for him.

He thought that he would be unable to hold back his tears, just like Pei Zhili.

"Brother..." Jiang Suisui sniffed her sour nose, "I want to hug him."

Before she could step forward, someone had already taken the lead and walked up to hug Pei Zhili.

Feeling the familiar embrace and breath, Pei Zhili let the person hold him and simply rested his head on her neck.

"Xiao Li, these past few days I've been thinking about what to give you, but it seems like nothing is enough. Finally..."

Jiang Tingxia hugged him tightly, smiled and continued, "I decided to make up for all the gifts I've given you over the years. Although they're not very expensive, I think they're all meaningful. Don't be disgusted."

“Who said it’s not expensive?”

Pei Zhili rubbed her shoulder, his voice hoarse and choked, "This is already the most expensive gift in the world."

In his opinion, no valuable gift today could compare to the one his mother gave him.

How could he dislike it?

Hearing his words, Jiang Tingxia's nose suddenly felt sore.

This is the real little gift.

In a trance, time seemed to flow back to more than ten years ago, when he was still a child, as delicate and heartwarming as he is now.

She hugged him tighter, closed her eyes and said softly, "Xiaoli, Mommy loves you."

"..." Pei Zhili froze, and then suddenly hugged her tightly, buried his head in her neck and indulged himself in sobbing like a child.

At this moment, the love and companionship that had been missing for thirteen years seemed to be pieced together bit by bit and became complete again.

...

The next morning when Pei Zhili returned to the Pei family, the first thing he did was to put the gift Jiang Tingxia had given him into a cabinet in the room for safekeeping.

He stood in front of the cabinet, looking down at the nineteen gifts, feeling an unprecedented satisfaction in his heart.

Yesterday's birthday was the most unforgettable day for him in all these years. His mood was like a roller coaster ride, and in the end, he was unexpectedly hit by the huge happiness.

Now, I feel like I am walking on clouds, so light.

"Brother!" Jiang Suisui suddenly appeared at the door and ran in excitedly, "Brother, let me see the photo album that mom gave you. I want to see what you looked like when you were a kid again!"

"No." Pei Zhili refused decisively, "This is my property. No one else is allowed to touch it, not even you."

"Hmph, you stingy guy! When I get my mother's gift, I won't let you touch it either."

Pei Zhili sneered, obviously not taking it seriously. He reached out and ruffled her hair, "Let's talk about it after you turn eighteen in three years."