The fourth of this month is my brother's birthday.
Is November 4th his birthday?
Was I born on November 4th?
Wan Qiu's words briefly shocked Yang Ze, but after the initial shock, he felt that perhaps it was quite natural.
Wan Xiaohua, who once took Wanqiu away, did not know Wanqiu, so how could she know Wanqiu's birthday?
“Yes, Wanqiu, it’s November 4th.” Yang Ze recalled every November 4th before, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, sitting in front of him was his well-behaved and genuine younger brother. “What date was Wanqiu’s birthday before?”
However, Wanqiu shook his head.
Wanqiu has no memory of celebrating birthdays, and doesn't even have the concept of celebrating birthdays.
Wan Qiu had never even considered that he had a birthday.
November 4th.
Is it his birthday?
"It's my birthday," Wan Qiu murmured.
It was like suddenly receiving a long-awaited surprise; this small piece of news was enough to make Wanqiu happy.
He has a birthday.
It's like finding a toy you've been missing in a corner of a familiar place, radiating joy, and smiling happily while holding the toy.
Yang heard his own dry voice: "Yes, Wanqiu, you can look forward to your... birthday. If there's anything you want, you can tell your second brother, and your second brother... will give you anything."
Wan Qiu looked up at Yang Ze, his bright eyes sparkling like stars. He held a spoon and smiled shyly and adorably.
"Think about it." Yang Ze unconsciously reached out and ruffled Wan Qiu's soft hair. "There's still some time. Think about what Wan Qiu wants."
Wan Qiu seemed to have gotten used to being patted on the head occasionally. He leaned against Yang Ze's palm and looked at Yang Ze with a smile.
At this moment, Yang Zedu unconsciously held his breath, feeling Wan Qiu's hair gently rubbing against his hand.
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