Chen Weixue receives red envelopes from old classmates on social software every year on her birthday. In fact, the two met only a few times in high school, and the only connection was with that man.
She never accepted it and only politely replied: Thank you.
The old classmate stopped talking after giving out the red envelopes and only contacted her once a year.
At the birthday party, Chen Weixue quietly looked at the lit candles in front of her, closed her eyes and made a wish under the gaze of everyone——
She thought of the cold winter when she was eighteen years old.
Late at night, she squatted alone on the side of the street. The road in front of her was empty and lonely, and the light from the convenience store behind her shone down. The world is lonely and no one remembers that today is her birthday.
But a young boy appeared in front of her panting, with the light in his dark eyes brighter than the sun.
He raised his lips and smiled: "Why are you crying? Here, a gift."
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At a class reunion after being together for a long time, Chen Weixue thanked her old classmate for remembering her birthday every year.
The old classmate was stunned. He had changed WeChat for a long time. Then he realized what he was doing and looked at the man next to her. He said in an exaggerated tone: "Xu Li, aren't you? It's not enough to hide it for seven years?"
Chen Weixue looked confused, Xu Li didn't say anything, just smiled and rubbed her head.
After the party, Xu Li drank and became more clingy than anyone else.
He held her tightly, buried his head in the crook of her neck, and whispered: "There will always be someone who remembers your birthday. He hopes you will be happy every year."
In my ears, my old classmates were spreading the word about Xu Li's great achievements.
"The proud son of our school chased me eighteen streets on my graduation day and insisted on buying my mobile phone number. Just because I have Chen Weixue's WeChat friends, is he sick?"
"Who knows what he did pretending to be me on WeChat!"
Chen Weixue's eyes were red, but he did nothing.
He just kept telling the girl crying on the winter night repeatedly, telling her: somewhere in the world, someone is always loving you.
-Happy birthday to you.
-Happy every day, year after year.
Intention: Live seriously.
