The fourth of the month is my brother’s birthday.”
Is November 4th his birthday?
"Was I born on November 4th?"
Wan Qiu's words shocked Yang Ze briefly, but after the shock, he felt that perhaps this was natural.
Wan Xiaohua, who once took Wan Qiu away, did not know Wan Qiu, so how could she know Wan Qiu's birthday?
"Yes, Wanqiu, it's November 4th." Yang Ze recalled every November 4th in the past, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the one sitting in front of him was his well-behaved and sincere brother, "What day was Wanqiu's birthday in the past?"
However, Wan Qiu shook his head.
In Wanqiuli, there is no memory of celebrating birthdays, nor even the concept of celebrating birthdays.
Wan Qiu never even thought that he also had a birthday.
November 4th.
Is it his birthday?
"It's my birthday." Wan Qiu murmured.
It was like suddenly getting a long-awaited surprise. Just this little piece of news was enough to make Wan Qiu happy.
He has a birthday.
It was like suddenly finding a toy that had been lost in a corner and that I missed so much in a familiar environment. Joy emanated from my whole body, and I smiled happily with the corners of my lips curled while holding the toy.
Yang Ze heard his own dry voice: "Yes, Wanqiu, you can look forward to your... birthday. If you want anything, you can also tell your second brother. Second brother... will give you everything."
Wan Qiu looked up at Yang Ze, his bright eyes seemed to be twinkling with stars. He held the spoon and smiled shyly and cutely.
"Think about it." Yang Ze unconsciously stretched out his hand and rubbed Wan Qiu's soft hair. "There is 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 in Yang Ze's palm and smiled at Yang Ze.
At this moment, Yang Ze held his breath unconsciously, feeling Wan Qiu's hair rubbing against his hands.
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