"I hope Brother Lin Wang can accompany me year after year." Xu Nian clasped his fingers tightly and recited silently in his heart. Xu was afraid that the gods wouldn't hear him, so he recited this silently again without making any other moves.
A gentle male voice came from the opposite side of Xu Nian, "Nian Nian, it's time to blow out the candles." Xu Nian suddenly opened his eyes. The candlelight shone on the young man's clean face, and a small version of her was reflected in the beautiful eyes. Xu Nian couldn't help but froze.
"Nian Nian, what are you thinking about? Blow out the candles quickly." Lin Wang stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Xu Nian.
Xu Nian came back to his senses, blinked, and was about to blow out the candles. Unexpectedly, a gust of evening wind blew in through the crack in the window, and at the same time blew out the bright and dim candles.
The whole room suddenly darkened, and Lin Wang's face gradually became blurry in Xu Nian's sight.
Lin Wang was 20 years old that year and Xu Nian was 18 years old. It was the eighteenth year of their fight.
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The sunshine was just right, and strands of it were projected from the hospital window. Lin Wang leaned his back on the pillow, thinking about a person, holding a pen in his hand, scribbling and correcting, and finally came up with four words.
Xu Nian, don't Nian.
Intention: Positive and uplifting