my son is paralyzed

The moment Ye Lingxiao stepped into Fenglin, Ziye noticed it. He quickly pulled the ribbon hanging on the side to cover his eyes, "Why are you here?"

"I heard that today is your birthday?" Ye Lingxiao stood under the tree, looking up at Ziye, the dappled light and shadow from the densely packed leaves split the young boy's slender figure into fragments.

Ziye lowered his head, and there seemed to be strands of blush slowly rising on his cheeks, obviously separated by a layer of silk ribbon, but Ye Lingxiao felt that Ziye was looking at him, looking at him very seriously, for a long while, Ziye turned to Ye Ling Xiao raised the wine jar: "I invite you to drink."

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The small gazebo was a bit dilapidated, and there were spider webs hanging from the corners of the flying eaves. Two people, one big and one small, sat around the stone table, drinking the same jug of wine.

"When I was celebrating my birthday before, my mother would ask the master chef in the kitchen for some flour, bake me a piece of cake, no cream or chocolate, a piece the size of a palm, watch me gobble it up, and then laugh Gently wiped the crumbs from the corners of my mouth. After my mother died, no one celebrated my birthday again. It should be said that no one remembers my birthday. Every day, no matter how busy I am, I will Bake a piece of cake by yourself, but it doesn't taste like it used to." Ziye propped his chin with one hand, his tone sounded sad.

Ye Lingxiao was holding the jar of wine, gulping it down. A very ordinary jar of wine was not comparable to the tributes, treasures, and exquisite wines he had drunk, but he drank it very comfortably, never before. "Someone celebrates my birthday every year, but every sincere one, maybe mother... mother is counted as one, but unfortunately she left early, little guy, don't feel bad, I will accompany you to celebrate your birthday in the future."

"It's not uncomfortable." Ziye took the wine jar and took a sip: "It's just so lonely, so lonely...Only me..." In this strange time and space.

Two people, you take a sip, and I take a sip, and the jar of wine is quickly settled.

"I can't drink too much...I have to go to Xiao Yi's house in the afternoon..." Ziye stood up with his body supported, but staggered back on his stomach. He overestimated his current drinking capacity, and underestimated the degree of ancient wine.

Ye Lingxiao patted Ziye's head, and suddenly felt that Ziye in this appearance was so cute, "Don't go, I'll tell Jun Wuxie for you."

"No...you can't stand without faith..." Ziye muttered, trying to get up.

"It's your birthday today, it's okay to rest for a day." Ye Lingxiao had to help Ziye up, and Ziye hung on Ye Lingxiao's arm like this, tilting his head, his pink cheeks were so tender that they wanted to be pinched .

"No...I want to make money...otherwise how can I support my family..." Ziye waved her short limbs, her soft black hair stirred Ye Lingxiao's chest and her collarbone exposed outside.

"Don't move around, it's itchy..." Ye Lingxiao stretched out his hand to hold Ziye, and Ziye slapped Ye Lingxiao's face with his fleshy little hands, but the force was too small, almost like touching.

Ye Lingxiao helplessly hugged Ziye tightly, "This little guy is usually so calm and mature, why is he so difficult when he's drunk?"

"Uncomfortable..." Ziye tugged at the eye straps in a daze. After pulling for a long time, the eye straps were still hanging loosely on his face, "I can't even see them..."

Ye Lingxiao put Ziye on his lap and helped him untie his eye straps. Ziye opened his eyes slightly, and then closed them tightly under the sting of the sun. The coquettish blood color.

Ye Lingxiao took out a small box from his arms, inside was a black tulle, about three fingers wide, as thin as a cicada's wing.

Ye Lingxiao gently covered the tulle over Ziye's eyes: "It's made of silk, very thin, do you like it?"

Ziye opened his eyes, the sun was no longer glaring through the tulle, and he could also see the outside dimly through the tulle.

"I saw you...you're pretty handsome..." Ziye stretched out his hand to touch Ye Lingxiao's face, smiling like an ignorant child.

Of course Ye Lingxiao felt that Ziye couldn't see him, and couldn't understand what handsome meant, but he still understood a little bit. He touched his face narcissistically: "I also think I'm quite handsome."

"Not as handsome as me..." Zi Ye pouted, "Mother said, Xiao Ye is the prettiest, prettier than anyone else..."

"Well, you're the prettiest..." Ye Lingxiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but Ziye in this appearance was much cuter than the cold Ziye. He gently squeezed Ziye's soft face, and said in a low voice, "I'll accompany you from now on, what do you want?" Whatever you want, as long as I can give it, I will definitely give it to you."

In a trance, Ziye thought of the man who never forgot about being killed by his mother. He just looked at him condescendingly, as if looking at something dirty. To make up for Liuyu, Liuyu... is his mother.

"I don't want it, I don't want anything..." Wushen looked at the hazy sky, the corners of his eyes moistened, no one could afford what he wanted.