This Sunday is a very important day for Yang’s age and the most expected of every year.
September 22nd, it’s her mom’s birthday. Though, it’s been almost 10 years, I haven’t seen each other again. But this day every year. When I was young, I went to buy a birthday cake, I hid in my room, I wished to blow out candles, as if my mother was still with her, as if I could still catch a good thought.
Sometimes, Yang would think, after all these years, would Mom recognize her if they met her on the street?
But she’s sure she’ll recognize Mom, even in a decade.
Yang found a very good cake shop in A City, like this one of the previous years, booking the cake one day in advance and pick it up that day.
“Hello, I’ll get the cake. “At the age of Yang, we open the letter and send the appointment to the boss.
The boss is in a hurry to make a cake, hears the sound and looks up, and says, “Wait a minute, I’ll get it out of the fridge.” I’m sorry.
“Okay, thanks. As Yang smiled, his eyes were drawn by a half-baked cake in the glass counter.
It’s a two-storey, very fine little cake. The side of the cake revolves around a complex and luxurious side of the flower, with a little white bead on the side, and a few words written in light yellow cream.
And for some reason, when Yang approached the glass cabinet, unknownly, he saw the words, and the pupils magnified.
It says, “Happy birthday. I’m sorry.
The name is almost blank when Yang whispers over and over again.
Is it such a coincidence? Same name, same day’s birthday. Will it be Mom? Or is it just the same name? It can’t be. It can’t be the same name.
It must be Mom!
The boss came out with a packaged cake, and saw the girl with red eyes and staring at half-finished cakes in the glass counter. I’m sorry.
“No, the cake is good. At the age of Yang, who had taken his own cake with one hand, and to the glass counter with the other finger, he said, “Hello, I’d like to ask when the guest of the cake might be here. I’m sorry.
“About an hour later. What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
“It’s nothing. It’s a name like a friend I know. “The eyes of Yang are still staring at the cake without telling all the truth.
“What’s up? “The boss took a look at the cake and shook his head with certainty. She’s in her 40s, settled in A City seven or eight years ago, ordered cake every year. I’m sorry.
“Well, I don’t think it’s the same person. “Young smiled very reluctantly, and with the information from her boss, she could almost conclude that this was her mother.
But why didn’t you go back to see her this close to A?
Why didn’t she come back and see her?
Yang will always remember the day her mother left.
At that time, the physical and mental state of success was poor due to the persistence of domestic violence. On more than one occasion, she tried to escape from her home, which had caused all the tragedy, but all the documents and money were hidden by Yang ‘ s father, who had no chance to escape.
Besides, how cute and dependent she was.
If she had gone selfishly, all her fists would have been taken by herself.
When he was ready to accept fate, Yang suddenly took her identity card and a bunch of wrinkled red bags.
“Mom, do you want to leave home? “And when he was young, his eyes were blinking, and he laughed at her.
“Mom, I don’t want you to get beat up. Why don’t you leave Dad? “Mother, don’t cry! Don’t worry about me! Just come see me sometime. I’m sorry.
“When Yang turns 100, she comes back.” I’m sorry.
“Yes! At the age of Yang in the third year of primary school, when promised, there is a happy place.
Just get 100 points for the 100th and Mom will come back.
So, from this moment on, Yang’s age was unusually attached to his scores. But when I went to junior high, Yang realized that 100 points were nothing but promises made by my mother, which could never be fulfilled.
But what if it’s true?
With a little bit of luck, she treated each test harshly and tried to get a full score.
“What’s wrong with you? Are you okay? “The boss saw the girl in front of her and said, “I can’t help but ask.
“I’m fine. When Yang returned, he shook his head, asked the boss for some more ice bags, put them in a cake box, and picked up the cake from the shop.
She was moving at a slow and rigid pace, stopping at a corner not far from the cake shop.
“What’s the reason? “At the age of Yang, looking at the cake in his hand, the soul seems to have been pulled out of his body, but still searching for some reason to comfort itself, “There must have been a reason for not coming back to see me all these years.
At the end of the day, Yang could not say a single word and his hands were shaking so badly that he could put the cake on the ground before it was destroyed.
Yang was a slow-down down the wall, and he was doing his own psychological work over and over again until an hour later, when he saw his mother, what she had to do.
Why haven’t you come back all these years?
Or are you pretending to meet me?
I don’t know.
“Ding-ding-ding-ding”
When Yang was confused, her thoughts were pulled back by the wind bell at the door of the cake shop.
A moment later, a woman in a long dress came out of the cake shop with a nice two-storey cake.
It seemed to have felt the heat of the sight not far, and the woman looked back at the corner but saw nothing, microbrows.
Turning around, the mole in her eye corner, it looked like hell in the sun.
Yang was hiding in the hallways of the two shops and was afraid to look back.
It’s Mom! It’s Mom!
All three words fill her head.
At this moment, however, she dared to hide herself without the courage to recognize her.
Seeing her again after many years, she imagines a scene of anger or happiness, or excitement… but simply doesn’t think she has the courage to appear before her mother.
Her mother, who now has a smile on her face and is dressed in a very generous dress, has lost a shadow of domestic violence to her.
She must be happy.
Is it necessary … to disturb her happy life today?
Watching her walk away, Yang bit on her teeth, picked up the cake, quietly followed her back.
After picking up the cake, he went out and wondered why he suddenly felt a sight, hot and eager to stare at her. But when she turned around, there was nothing behind her.
Is it a delusion?
But that feeling is too familiar. Years ago, she was always looked at in that light as if she were the last light of her life.
But I don’t think it’s old, how can I come to City A? And even if she was really old, how could she not come to see her? Even after receiving a small reward from the teacher, he was too old to wait to come home and was on his way to share it with her. A child of his age, if he met, would not stand to be seen.
So it should be a delusion.
She did not want to be old, but felt that she would remember those terrible pasts that she had managed to escape.
It took a while to get ahead of it, to sigh and walk home.
Young with a cake, sneaking up behind him.
After only seventy-eight minutes, Yang’s foot stopped in front of a single villa, saw the winner walk into the door, go around a large yard, go into the house, see a man around forty-fifty years old, smiled and took the cake out of his hand, looked down on his head and kissed a little boy…
Yang’s leg looks like he’s got lead, and he can’t walk.
The sun was coming down, the lights were rising, Yang was standing in the back light, blinded by the light, one eye was passing through the iron door, and the window was falling through the glass, looking quietly at the people in the house.
The cake was put in candles, the people in the house were laughing, singing their birthdays, making wishes, blowing candles, and the mood of happiness was almost infected with Yang.
“Mom is really happy now, with a new family, a gentle, gentle husband, a sweet child…”
After a moment, she looked down in the eyes, looking at the extra cake in her hand, and the tiny shivering fingers had already sold her disguised calm at the moment.
She goes to the front door of the villa, bends down slowly, puts the cake on the ground gently, pulls the horns out of her mouth, and her throat snuffs: “Happy birthday, Mom. I’m sorry.
“for the rest of your birthday you’ll be celebrated by your family now. “I’ll never have your birthday again.”
Yang’s heart is a secret sting.
She had no idea what it was like. A man who has been entrusted with hope will never come back to see her…
She wanted her mother to be the one who was just down, and she wanted her to be around the round table, and she was the one who sang her birthday song…
But is there a light in the world for her?
Yang looked up to the light.
“I took pictures of all these dishes to Yang’s age. Let her not eat with us! “Dinnith picks up his cell phone and takes crazy pictures of the food that just came up and sends it to Yang’s age.
Dinrian laughed.
Ding Kiu finishes the photo, holds his arm and waits for Yang to write back. But after a while, there was no reaction from the other side.
She’s a little weird. She called. At the end of the bell, Yang didn’t answer the phone. Dinosaurs call several times, all the same.
She’s suddenly worried, she’s being ripped off, and she’s like, “Young hasn’t answered the phone. Is she busy today? Forget it, call her after dinner. I’m sorry.
After Dinh Ryan looked at the parable, he frowned, thought or didn’t say anything.
It’s a delicious meal, but it doesn’t make any sense to be worried about Yang’s age.
She kept an eye on her cell phone until she was on her way back and the phone was not on, and Yang was still not answering her tweets and phone calls.
Dinrian’s side looks at his black screen phone and asks, “Can’t you get in touch?” I’m sorry.
“Hmm. Dinosaurs are bitter, and several phone calls have been made, none of which are answered. All of a sudden, when she thought about the phone number of a roommate who was Yang’s age, she called him out, “Hello, hello, is this Yang’s roommate?” I’m sorry.
“Hello, yes. “The man took his dishwasher gloves, wiped his hands on his apron, answered the phone, and he said he was afraid.
“Is Yang in the bedroom? I’m a friend of hers. She never answered the phone. I’m a little worried. I’m sorry.
“Sorry, I work outside, not in the bedroom. “I’ll give you the number of the other roommates. I’m sorry.
“Thank you.” I’m sorry.
“All right. The man was silent for a while, and he hesitated, saying, “You need not worry too much. Yang is very reasonable. I’m sorry.
“I know, but she’s never been off the phone, so I’m still worried. “I’m sorry, I’m going to contact the other roommates of Yang’s age. I’m sorry.
“…good. Qianjin saw the black screen cell phone and fell into silence.
She envys the good people of Cheng Yiyun and the good people of Lin. It was thought that Yang, like her, was the same world, with nothing. But…
At least her friend, at Yang’s age, was so concerned about her.
He looked down, covered up his eyes, put his gloves back on and started washing dishes.
“How so? “Dinrian looks at the metaphor, asks.
Dinki said he was in a hurry to enter the number he had just recorded on his napkin on his phone, and was about to allocate it, suddenly thinking about the man, “I’m really a little bit over the top.” You’re so independent. I’m sorry.
“It’s not a big deal. Dinrian’s eyes are serious. Keep going. I’m sorry.
“Good. “Hello, I’m a friend of Yang’s. Can you contact Yang now?” I’m sorry.
“Young? She left this afternoon. She hasn’t gone back to her bedroom yet? “She was so happy when she left this afternoon, she said to pick up her birthday cake.” I’m sorry.
Birthday cake? “Dinrian hears it coming out of his cell phone and it’s a little wrinkled.
“Yes! Birthday cake, the store was still recommended to her. I’m sorry.
“Please give me the address of the shop.” I’m sorry.
“Oh, good. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to find out where the cake shop is.
After Dinh Ryan wrote it, he said thank you, and looked at the eye. When Dinosaur reacted, he said thank you and hung up.
“It’s almost 10:00. The bedroom is closing. Why can’t you reach Yang? What happened to her? “It’s his birthday cake,” he says. I’m sorry.
“Not really. “Dinrian shakes his head, and it’s not too far to get the address of the cake shop, and he says to the driver to drive as fast as possible with security guarantees.
The owner of the cake shop was crouching down and locked the door and turned around and saw two tall people standing at the door of the shop, one with a very short shaving of a slab and the other with a soft look.
“Hello, my friend took the cake here this afternoon. Do you remember? Dinrian asks:
Ding’s metaphors are also rushing out of his cell phone with Yang’s-year-old photo and show it to the boss.
There were fewer guests in the afternoon, and the boss was impressed by the age of Yang, and he probably knew what was happening when he saw the two men in front of him in a hurry. The conversation with Yang’s age in the afternoon was honest and also referred to success.
When Dinh Ryan heard that name, he had a microbrow.
“Do you have the address of the lady’s house?” I’m sorry.
The owner naturally had the address of an old customer, but would not be able to give it to anyone at will, and he was careful to shake his head.
It’s like seeing the boss who clearly knows it, but he won’t tell. He tried to use his old methods to threaten his boss with an address, but his hand was being pushed down by Dinhyan.
Dinrian could understand why the boss wouldn’t give the address, so he wouldn’t be forced to. He’s standing in the way of Ding’s metaphor and letting the boss leave.
“Dinian! Why did you let him go? He’s gone. Where are we going to find Yang? “You’ve always thought of yourself as a rational and calm person.” Every time! Do you have to pay another price to take care of others? I’m sorry.
“This is not the time to fight. After Dinrian was silent, he said, “I have other ways to find a good address. I’m sorry.
Ting Ki-moon takes a deep breath and crushes the fire that almost explodes in his heart: “Go ahead, find it! I will not delay you!” I’ll find Yang myself! No problem! I’m sorry.
After she had said, she did not walk back and forth, but was too hasty to step down the stairs, and stomped on her right foot. It hurts so bad, it almost fell down.
She grew up and never cried because she was injured. But this time, she didn’t struggle to sit directly on the floor and her eyes were red.
It is not because of the pain on the ankles, but because it feels like it’s a stupor. He was just pissed off in front of Dinh Ryan, and then he twisted his foot.
Dinrian went down in front of her, pulled her pants up a little bit, looked at her injuries, “a little bad, started to swell up, and I asked the driver to take you to the hospital first. I’m sorry.
“It’s nothing serious… I’m going to look for Yang! “It’s not like it’s a joke.
“The metaphor. Dinrian knew what the metaphor was about and why he was angry. He sighs, softly, “This time, there will be no more regrets. I will find Miss Yang. I’m sorry.
Dinjiu said, “Really? I’m sorry.
“I promise. “Din Ryan touched her head with his hand, and her hair was still short, and he touched some pricks.
“I believe you one last time. She said:
Dinhian noded with a smile and called the driver to bring the car and carry the tremor.
He was so guilty about that 10 years ago that he was willing to give it to her until now, as long as it was called for, not especially excessive. It doesn’t matter if it’s bad, if it’s bad, if it’s nice and happy.
For many years, he has been calm and rational, and he has always believed that he can handle even more difficult matters well. But not really.
He’s just an ordinary man, even if he’s good.
Even ten years ago, he was just a man. But to do wrong is to do wrong, and no excuse can be justified.
Dinhian put up with the insinuation of his heart, took a deep breath and laughed with a stiff smile.
“Li Ji, help me find the address of the next person. Dinrian hung up on the phone, left it on the bench for a while.
Not far from here, it’s one of the most expensive villas on the market.
He got up and walked over there.
Outside the villa, Yang’s hands held his knees and sat there.
Reason tells her she should leave, but her feet are stuck. She also seemed to have a pathetic expectation that the people in there who were celebrating their birthday would push the door to discover her existence.
In the middle of September, there was some heat in the middle of the day, but she always felt it was cold in all directions.
At the age of Yang, his head was buried on his knees and his eyes closed, but the scene of his childhood was always visible.
– Mom’s using a sewing machine to give her a little dress.
– Mom took her to the zoo, looked at the tiger, bought her sweet ice cream.
– On her birthday, Mom was happy to sing her birthday song, and she told her that Yang was the sweetest baby in the world…
“The cutest baby in the world? She writes these words herself.
Now for Mom, the cutest baby in the world is no longer her, but the little boy in the house.
No one in this world will ever think of her as a baby again.
Young’s head was lumbering, and he looked inside the window, and his happy family had red eyes.
All of a sudden, her eyes were black and her eyes were covered by the hand of a well-seated bone. Meanwhile, she closed her eyes.
The long-lived eyelashes of Yang were washed in the heart of Dinhian’s hand, and he realized that his heart was wet and that he was crying.
“Mr. Yang, don’t look. I’m sorry.
A familiar voice brought back her thoughts. This is the second time that when you feel desperate, that voice can always appear so well and pull her out of the vortex.
Yang opened his eyes slowly, his cheeks rubbed through his hands and looked up. Dinhian stood under a street light, and the dark lights were on him, as if he were a huge source of light and very bright.
Dinhian didn’t speak at the age of Yang, and he stopped talking and sat next to Yang and stayed with her.
It took a while for Yang to react, blinking slowly and saying, “Mr. Ding.” “It’s kind of a greeting.
“Is it cold? Dinhan observed that Yang was a little shiver and asked:
“It’s not cold.” I’m sorry.
“Good. It’s late. Can I take you back to school? Dinrian asks:
“I want to stay here for a while. “This is a villa, it’s safe and safe. Mr. Ding, don’t worry about me. I’m sorry.
“I’d like to be the subject of Mr. Yang’s talk tonight, if you like. Dinrian looked at Yang and thought, still sitting next to her, whispering, “You’re 18, you’re the same age as a little boy.” So you don’t have to hide everything in your heart. I have a bad memory and a very strong mouth, so Miss Yang can be assured. I’m sorry.
When Yang was a while old, he passed over his head and looked at Dinhian sitting next to her.
No one ever told her she was a little friend. It seems that everything that happens in the world is forcing her to step up and grow fast. She didn’t even have a little space, she didn’t even have a chance to breathe.
She’s always used to keeping everything to herself, and she’s always used to digest all bad emotions on her own. It’s a habit, isn’t it? It was not because she knew that she had no one to rely on, but herself.
Crying and venting are not the way to solve problems for Yang.
Crying kids have sugar if someone cares about you and someone wants to give you sugar.
But she didn’t… there might have been, there isn’t.
“Mr. Ding, I thought I could handle it this time but I found out that I’m not really that calm. “I’ve taken a deep breath of tears, my nose is red, and I’ve gone on to say, “I’ve really worked so hard to make myself strong, but I’ve kept something in my heart, and I’m going crazy.”
Dinrian took a clean handkerchief out of his suit and handed it over and listened to Yang in peace.
“I really don’t understand that there’s nothing left of my life. “Why is everything that is so precious to me taken away? I’m sorry.
“I always thought my mother would always be the one who loved me the most. No matter what happens, I am the one who will never give up on me in this world. But today it seems not. “My mother, she doesn’t want me. She’s got a new family and a good boy.”
She remembered over and over in her head that they had just been in a happy situation with their families and that they had been sorely stinging.
When Yang’s hands were held in his head and buried in his knees, it seemed to be in the hope that the move would protect himself.
“Who really loves you can’t leave you so easily. Dinhian looked at Yang’s age, took off his suit and put it on her, and said, “Yan, I rarely think a man is good.” You have so many qualities you don’t have, and I always think that you can do one thing if you want to. But sometimes that’s what fate does. I think it’s probably because you’re so good that you don’t need fate. I’m sorry.
When he had finished, the suit that had been placed on Yang’s age had been rounded up to better block the wind.
It’s amazing that some people, who have told themselves so many times at Yang’s age, have come out of Dinrian’s mouth to believe it again.
She should not give up on herself, even if fate no longer cares for her, and even if the world created more hardship for her.
Once upon a time, she was too committed and missed many other opportunities. But now, 100 cents had been broken, and she knew very clearly that Mom would never come back.
So she wanted to try something other than reading.
Her student career, she can’t give the impression, she’s always a learning machine.
“Mrs. Yang, you have to keep moving. Me and my metaphors will always support Miss Yang. “Dinrian turned his head, looked brightly at Yang’s age, with a soft smile on his lips.
“Thank you. “I’m really lucky today that Mr. Ding came to be my tree hole.” Mr. Ding is right. My life doesn’t need these things at all. I’m sorry.
When Yang suddenly remembered what he had taken his cell phone out of his pocket, he found a lot of untried phone calls and messages.
I was sneaking around behind my mom, and I modulated my phone, and I didn’t know that Ding would send so much information. She immediately opened her cell phone, gave her peace to the Dinar metaphors and informed her that she was now safe with him.
Then, Yang took his phone shell, took out a piece of paper that was put behind the phone and laughed in front of Dinhian.
“When I was in primary school, I was lucky to meet a sponsor who funded all my tuition and maintenance. I often thought that, without him, I might have finished junior high school and dropped out of school after nine years of compulsory education. “I want to thank him in person.” Unfortunately, he didn’t seem to want me to know who he was, but he left a chronology. I’m sorry.
Dinrian read the words on the paper, which read, “Happily, wish you well.” He looked down and laughed and said nothing.
Yang took that piece of paper and placed it in his cell phone.
She turned her head and looked at Dinhian, the dark pupil, and in the night she shined.
– Thank you, Uncle Kee.
Yang whispered to Dinhian.
Although it is not known why Dinarian did not admit that he was the one who financed her. But since he didn’t want to, she could have said nothing.
Just, really grateful for watching and helping her Uncle Qi in the dark.
“How do you know? After a moment of silence, Dinrian smiled.
“I saw your handwriting on the quilt. When Yang took off his suit and gave him his suit, he stood up and said, “And the watch, which I searched online, needed a membership. So I went to the counter and said I had to fix my watch, and the clerk checked and asked if I knew you. But why did you leave this word? I’ve always thought that my patrons were Ki. I’m sorry.
“Ki is my mother’s last name. Dinrian said:
When Yang did not continue to ask, he once again looked at the villa and took a deep breath, as if he was relieved. She picked up the cake at the door and looked at it, and she asked for ice bags and the cake didn’t break.
“Come on, Uncle Kee, I’ll buy you a cake.” I’m sorry.
“It’s not for your mom’s birthday cake? Dinhian’s patience is also a real admiration for the efficiency of Yang’s emotional handling.
“My mom had cake today. So, this cake in my hand means nothing to her. “But I’m a little hungry, and this cake is more important to me now.” I’m sorry.
“Only cake?” Dinrian laughs.
“Well, there’s a barbecue in front of our school, and it’s delicious. I’m sorry.
“Why don’t you be a little more formal? “Dinrian’s Playway.
“I haven’t saved enough of the money I owe you, and when I’m done with all the money, I’ll buy you something official!” “Case number: YXX13xbkk90F3Nr4dngvRv0
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
