In front of the North Gate

——As if now, Zhou Liang seemed to be able to feel the sticky and warm touch from the handle of this brand new wheelchair.

I could smell the unpleasant smell of blood mixed with disinfectant in the military and local hospitals.

I could see Liang Sibo lying there bloodless, and heard the doctor say, "The bullet hurt the spine, and I can't move my lower body."

Yan Huan is a very good person, she is stronger than anyone else, she takes care of Liang Sibo without any help, and only cries secretly at night.

She was stronger than Zhou Liang, because Zhou Liang could only cry, and Liang Sibo had to tell him "it's okay".

But how can it be all right?

Zhou Liang pushed the person to the seat specially vacated for him by the table, lowered his hand to shake it, and then sat down again.

"I made some dishes that you...and my sister-in-law like to eat, try them."

Liang Sibo took the chopsticks and said before he ate them, "You know it's delicious even if you don't eat it. It's not the first time I've eaten these."

After saying that, Yan Huan happened to come out of the bathroom and said, "Yeah, it's hard for you, I'm also busy, and I've eaten more meals from you than we have in these years."

She sat down beside Liang Sibo, opened the cake on the table for him, and patted Liang Sibo's hand again.

"Tsk, blow out the candles first, do you understand the rules of foreigners?"

Liang Sibo put down his hand obediently.

The juniors also became lively, booing and turning off the lights and lighting candles.

The cake was simple, decorated with just some fruit from a tin and happy birthday written in chocolate.

"Master, make a wish!" Someone urged him.

Zhou Liang closed his eyes under urging, because he didn't think of any wish that could be fulfilled, so he pretended to close his eyes for a while.

Yan Huan asked him to make a wish and urged him: "Hurry up! This candle is about to burn out."

Candlelight is very warm, warmer and more smokey than light. For some reason, it adds a touch of romance.

Zhou Liang slowly opened his eyes, and saw Yan Huan's smiling face in the candlelight, and Liang Sibo's shining eyes.

Yan Huan was actually a lot shorter than Liang Sibo, but because the seat at home was higher than the wheelchair, their faces were on the same plane, illuminated by the candlelight.

"Is the promise over?" Yan Huan asked him.

Zhou Liang made a wish in his heart "I hope these two people grow old happily", and at the same time said: "It's done."

Then, at Yan Huan's urging, "Blow it up, blow it up", he blew out the candle.

Zhou Liang's 45th birthday has passed.It is no different from the past ten or twenty years.