Chapter 337 A Gift for Each Year

This is not written for me. This is Xie Ziyu's first thought.

Is this really not written for me?

His eyes were fixed on the note.

Jiannian's handwriting is beautiful and unruly, which is quite different from his gentle appearance.

Xie Ziyu picked up the note as if possessed by a ghost, and suddenly found some writing on the back.

The combination of dashes and dots is a Morse code.

Xie Ziyue is very familiar with this. The tattoo on his wrist is a Morse code representing the name of a star.

It was a string of numbers that didn't seem to have any special meaning, so he wrote them down.

After thinking about it, he carefully put the note in his pocket.

According to Jiannian, this was just a place to store his wife's belongings, but the house looked as if a warm family had always lived there.

Xie Ziyu looked around and his eyes first fell on the door of the master bedroom on the second floor.

He walked to the door, which was locked with a combination lock.

Without thinking twice, he typed in the Morse code.

The moment the door unlocked, he felt his heart skip a beat.

The chandelier in the master bedroom was emitting warm light, but he couldn't go in.

Because the place is full of things, neatly arranged and tied with beautiful ribbons, and each thing has a small hole on it, as if it is a gift for someone.

Xie Ziyu's gaze fell on his feet.

He squatted down and opened the small jewelry box, revealing a golden longevity lock.

The handwriting on the small card next to it is beautiful.

[Dear baby, you are born! I love you so much, I hope you live a long life~(*^▽^*)]

It’s great that this is a child that is expected to be born.

It was something he had never dared to imagine.

The card in his hand was getting hot, and Xie Ziyue felt like he could hardly hold it anymore.

He bent down, gently put the small life lock back in its place, and carefully took a step forward.

Looking ahead, there is a soft star doll.

The warm yellow five-pointed star is chubby, furry and soft.

When you hold it in your hand, the fingertips feel particularly comfortable, making you want to pick it up and rub it against your cheeks.

The small card next to the star doll reads:

[Baby, you are two years old! Mommy picked the stars for you. Hold them when you sleep, and the stars will accompany you when you cry~(*≧▽≦)]

Xie Ziyao's hand trembled.

It turns out that these are the birthday presents for her children every year.

He was spying on other people's gifts, other people's deep and ardent happiness. How despicable.

He has never thought of himself as a good person, but he has never thought of himself as so evil.

He almost wanted to run away, but his feet were firmly rooted to the ground.

With trembling fingers, she picked up the next gift.

It is a cute round recorder.

[The baby is three years old! It’s great that he is growing up healthily! He can talk now, right? I will record his voice with a recorder. He must be very cute! ＼(*T▽T*)／]

The next item is a small school bag.

[I’m four years old now, it’s time for me to go to kindergarten. I’m carrying my mom’s school bag. Are you crying? Men should be brave! ()]

Later on, there were books, game consoles, basketballs, sports shoes…

This mother has accompanied her child every year and every step of his growth, carefully leaving her love in every stage of his life.

Xie Ziyue bit his lower lip tightly and breathed rapidly.

It’s so great, I’m so envious, even...jealous.

This kind of love that he had never even imagined, this kind of love that did not belong to him, came over him.

The more you perceive, the more painful it is.

Finally, he reached the last gift.

It was a gift for turning 18. What was in the smoky grey gift box?

This does not belong to me, do not tear it apart, he said to himself.

But this year, he is also eighteen years old.

He bit the tip of his tongue tightly, the smell of blood filled his taste buds, but his pale fingertips couldn't help but untie the ribbon and open the box.

The moment he saw clearly what was inside, his pupils contracted slightly.

The dark grey metal glowed with a cold light, and delicate and bizarre patterns spread across the metal, making it look thick and beautiful.

This is a gun.

A very beautiful, custom-made pistol.

I have to say that this gun meets almost all of Xie Ziyu's aesthetic requirements.

High-profile, wanton murderous intent.

The handwriting on the card was a bit messy and crooked. Xie Ziyu had to read it carefully before he could see what was written.

It sounds like the person writing the card was flustered and not paying attention.

[Now that you are an adult, mommy won't call you baby anymore. You must have become a very brave man, with someone you want to protect. So, take this gun, aim at your enemies, protect the ones you love, and start your adventure with your back straightened forever. Please remember, I will always be behind you. ]

Xie Ziyao stared at the card for a long time, his fingertips brushing across the barrel of the gun. The cold touch and the pain in his mouth kept him awake.

Put it back, he said to himself.

His fingers moved, and he suddenly saw a string of numbers engraved on the bottom of the handle: his birthday.

And on the back of the card, there were also a few numbers vaguely visible.

Like a password.