Sure enough, as soon as the door was pushed open, Tang Xiaonian poked his head out from the kitchen and walked towards the door quickly: "Are you back? Does the wound still hurt?" Asking with concern, she reached out and pushed Tang Junhe away. The hair on the forehead, "I'll take you to the hospital tomorrow to see if the gauze can be removed. Always cover it. I don't think it's good for the wound."

While taking off his school uniform, Tang Junhe turned his head and looked at Yang Xuan. He saw that Yang Xuan had changed his shoes, and then walked towards his room with the box of cakes in one hand.

"What are you looking at?" Tang Xiaonian followed his gaze, saw the box of cakes in Yang Xuan's hand, raised his voice slightly and said, "I went to your school today."

Tang Junhe immediately turned his head and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Didn't I ask you what's going on with your injury? I've already asked you clearly. It's Feng Bo from your class who tripped you up, right?" Before Yang Xuan entered the room, Tang Xiaonian said these words , When Yang Xuan closed the door, she looked in that direction again, and sneered in a low voice, "I deliberately pretended not to hear."

Knowing that Tang Xiaonian misunderstood again, Tang Junhe frowned and explained for Yang Xuan: "Mom, it's not what you think."

"It's not what I thought it was?" Tang Xiaonian rolled his eyes at him, and scolded him in a low voice, "Why do you like to speak for him so much? When he sells you someday, you still count the money for him, don't you? If you don't understand, and you still get close to me every day, what do you want me to say about you?"

"It has nothing to do with him," Tang Junhe whispered coldly, "Feng Bo is Feng Bo, Yang Xuan is Yang Xuan, they have nothing to do with each other. Besides, I was the one who wanted to run to that mountain , has nothing to do with my brother..."

Tang Xiaonian almost didn't follow through in one breath: "Your brother, what is your brother—" Before he finished speaking, Yang Chengchuan pushed the door and came in. Tang Xiaonian turned his head when he heard the sound, and gave him an angry look. Before he had time to scold, Yang Chengchuan was the first to persuade him: "Xiao Nian, let's skip this matter today and let's not talk about it today. It's hard for the child to have a birthday. You have to save me and talk about it tomorrow, okay?"

Tang Xiaonian turned his head in humiliation, gritted his teeth and said, "This is the only son you have?"

Yang Chengchuan pretended not to hear, looked towards the kitchen, pulled Tang Xiaonian's arm and asked, "Hey, why is Mrs. Zhou here today? Didn't you tell her we're going out to eat tonight?"

"Who said I want to go out to eat with you," Tang Xiaonian shook off his hand and said, "Jun He and I are eating at home, you take your eldest son out to celebrate his birthday."

Yang Chengchuan frowned when he heard the words, and his tone changed slightly: "He is almost 40 years old, why are you so angry with a child?"

Tang Xiaonian turned his face away, and said sarcastically, "I'm not like you, I have two children, and this is the only one I have."

Seeing that there was no hope of persuading Tang Xiaonian, Yang Chengchuan stretched his arms around Tang Junhe's shoulders, and led him towards him: "Junhe come with us for dinner, your brother celebrates his birthday today, let's go eat some western food, Have a good time celebrating."

As soon as his hands fell on his shoulders, Tang Junhe picked up his schoolbag and walked towards his room, leaving him on the spot in embarrassment.

Tang Junhe returned to his room, closed the door, sat down at the desk, and began to do tonight's homework. He doesn't like Tang Xiaonian who is hostile to Yang Xuan in everything, but he hates the hypocritical Yang Chengchuan even more.

He heard Yang Chengchuan shouting outside, Yang Xuan, let's go after getting dressed. Immediately afterwards, Tang Xiaonian opened the door and entered his room, walked over and said, "We won't eat with them, you do your homework for a while, and we will have dinner later."

Tang Junhe let out a "hmm". Undoubtedly, he actually wanted to go out with him a little in his heart. If he had dinner with Yang Xuan, then Yang Chengchuan would not be so unbearable.

Tang Xiaonian heard his hesitation, and said in an unhappy tone: "What kind of Western food, what kind of steak and sashimi, are not good for your wound recovery, how could Yang Chengchuan think of this? I specially asked your Aunt Zhou to do it. I ordered a few light dishes, and we will eat at home."

"I didn't say it was bad." Tang Junhe lowered his head and said while writing his homework. How could he not feel Tang Xiaonian's painstaking care for him? He really couldn't bear to go out with Yang Chengchuan and leave his mother Tang Xiaonian alone at home for dinner.

"Well," Tang Xiaonian calmed down, "Do your homework first, and we'll have dinner later."

There was a sound of closing the door in the living room, it should be that Yang Chengchuan took Yang Xuan out. Will they get a bigger cake on the way? Tang Junhe thought a little uneasy, if Yang Xuan had eaten the cake, would he still have a chance to help him celebrate his birthday?

***

In the evening, Tang Junhe finished his homework and was sitting on the sofa in the living room eating fruit when Yang Chengchuan and Yang Xuan came back.

Yang Xuan carried a black paper bag with a conspicuous English logo on it. It was a birthday present from Yang Chengchuan. The matte embossed paper bag showed his worth in a low-key and extravagant way. Yang Chengchuan has always been generous to his son.

At the dinner table an hour ago, he gave Yang Xuan a suit and a watch, and said with a pleasant face, "Yang Xuan, you have grown up too, and you will be 18 in a year. Dad spent tens of thousands of dollars to give you these Things outside of you are not for you to wear to go out to show off, but to tell you that it is time to be more mature. Dad is sorry for you, but he really hopes that you can develop in a good direction. Delaying his own future, a mature man will never solve the problem by escaping."

Perhaps feeling the good intentions in his words, Yang Xuan rarely challenged his dignity as a father, but just said "Thank you Dad". Seeing that he listened to his own words, Yang Chengchuan felt a little relieved on his face, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

After eating the fruit, Tang Junhe went to the bathroom to take a shower, and returned to his room, reciting English words absently while listening to the movement outside.

It was past ten o'clock, and according to the usual practice, Yang Chengchuan and Tang Xiaonian had already fallen asleep, so the footsteps outside the door should be Yang Xuan's - Yang Xuan went to take a bath, Tang Junhe quickly judged. He closed the English textbook and put it on the desk, then got up from the bed and sat on the corner of the bed closest to the door.

When the footsteps sounded again, he immediately stood up, walked quickly to the door, and stretched out his hand to open the door.

Sure enough, Yang Xuan just came out of the bathroom and was walking to the door of his room, wanting to push the door.

"Brother," Tang Junhe called him in a low voice, walked to him and said, "I'm here to celebrate your birthday."

"It's just a birthday, it's nothing to be happy about." Yang Xuan spoke in a normal voice and rejected him straightforwardly.

"But this is my first birthday with you," Tang Junhe blurted out anxiously, then lowered his voice, almost begging, "Besides, I skipped class today to order a cake, at least you have to open it Let's see…"

"Then come in." Yang Xuan didn't insist, turned the doorknob and pushed open the doorway.

Tang Junhe followed him into the room as if he had been pardoned. This was the first time he had entered Yang Xuan's room. In the past, he could only see the closed door behind him, so he couldn't help but look left and right at this mysterious room.

This is a very large bedroom. In front of the wall facing the bed, there is an almost exaggeratedly large wooden display cabinet. Except for the top two rows that are densely packed with books, every other cubicle There are different things on them, basketballs, figurines, cups... and others.

Tang Junhe couldn't help but walked to the front of the display cabinet, looked up at the two rows of books and asked, "Brother, have you read so many books?"

"It's all left by my mother." Yang Xuan said briefly.

"Your mother has read a lot of books..." Tang Junhe sighed from the bottom of his heart.

"The cake is in the freezer." Yang Xuan indicated the direction of the freezer with his chin.

"Oh..." Tang Junhe looked away from the bookshelf when he heard the words, walked to the freezer in the corner, squatted down and opened the door, and took out the box of cakes.

Yang Xuan sat on the single sofa in front of the balcony, fiddled with his mobile phone with his head down, indifferent to Tang Junhe's actions.

Tang Junhe put the cake on the desk, unpacked it, took out the gift candles, counted seventeen, and inserted them one by one around the edge of the cake. After inserting them, he looked up and searched around, then turned to look at Yang Xuan and asked. : "Brother, where is your lighter?"

Yang Xuan took the lighter on the square table next to the sofa, and threw it at Tang Junhe with a wave.

Tang Junhe reached out to catch it with both hands, held the lighter with one hand, opened the cover with his thumb, then turned the roller to start the fire, and lit the candles one by one. After all this was done, he ran to the door, stretched out his hand and pressed the switch on the wall, and the overhead light went out, leaving only the faint candlelight from the direction of the desk in the huge room.

Yang Xuan put down the phone and laughed in the dark: "So formal?"

Tang Junhe ran back to the desk again, bent over and carefully picked up the cake, and following his steps toward Yang Xuan, the candlelight on the cake shook slightly. Walking two steps away from Yang Xuan, he looked at him solemnly and said, "Brother, happy birthday."

The candlelight gathered into a very bright spot in his eyes, Yang Xuan looked at his serious expression, and suddenly didn't know what to do to react properly.

"Put it here." Yang Xuan turned his head and motioned for him to put the cake on the square table next to the sofa.

Tang Junhe walked over and put the cake down. There was only a single sofa on the balcony, and Tang Junhe had nowhere to sit, so he half squatted down in front of the square table, looked up at Yang Xuan and said, "Brother, blow out the candles while making a wish."

Yang Xuan saw clearly the line "Happy 17th birthday to brother Yang Xuan" on the cake, and he recognized Tang Junhe's handwriting at a glance. It has been so long, and his handwriting is actually the same as when he was a child.

"You wrote it?" Yang Xuan asked.

Tang Junhe nodded and said, "Yes."

Yang Xuan looked at him and asked in a low voice, "Do good students skip classes?"

"A good student knows everything." Unexpectedly, Tang Junhe said this, showing a little dissatisfaction in his tone.

Yang Xuan laughed when he heard this.

"Brother, make a wish and blow out the candles." Tang Junhe urged again.

Yang Xuan thought for a while and said, "I don't have any wishes."

Tang Junhe was a little taken aback - this was an answer he hadn't expected. He only thought that he could give Yang Xuan a wish, but he didn't expect Yang Xuan to say that he had no wish.

"How can there be no wish?" Tang Junhe was a little anxious, and even enlightened Yang Xuan, "Everyone will have a wish, how can it be possible that you don't have a wish? Brother, think about it carefully, as long as you have a wish, I will definitely I can help you achieve it, because this is my birthday present to you."

"Give me a wish?" Yang Xuan laughed a little, "But I really don't have any wishes."

Seeing Tang Junhe's dimmed expression, Yang Xuan was a little lost in thought. In terms of wishes, it’s not that there are none, but for example, a wish such as “let my mother return to the way it was ten years ago” is not considered a “wish” but a “wish”?

"I've accepted my wish," Yang Xuan said lightly, "Forget about wishing."

Tang Junhe was so lost, why didn't he think that his elder brother Yang Xuan had no wish? He murmured: "But, candles always have to be blown..."

"You promise." Yang Xuan said casually.

"Then let me make a wish for you?" Hearing what he said, Tang Junhe's eyes lit up again, and he said full of expectation, "Brother, shall I make a wish for you?"

"Yes." Yang Xuan said.

Tang Junhe squatted in front of the square table, closed his eyes, and folded his hands reverently towards the cake. Yang Xuan looked at his two trembling eyelashes, and a thought suddenly popped up in his mind—how could he never grow up? In another ten years, he won't still be this naive, will he?

Just thinking like this, Tang Junhe suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes fell directly into Yang Xuan's eyes.

"Okay?" Yang Xuan looked at him and asked.

"Yeah." Tang Junhe nodded.

"What did you promise?"

Tang Junhe stared at him for a while, then said: "My wish is that my brother Yang Xuan can live a better life than his younger brother Tang Junhe every day."

What kind of wish is this? Yang Xuan almost laughed: "I never thought of comparing this with you."

"I know..." Tang Junhe looked at Yang Xuan and said stubbornly, "But this is my wish for you."

"Then you might as well just say that you wish me a good life." Yang Xuan pointed out the loophole in his wish very shamelessly, "What if you have a bad day?"

"But I don't want us to have nothing to do with each other..." Tang Junhe first lowered his eyes in embarrassment, then raised his eyes, and said seriously, "Brother, for this wish, I will try my best to live a better life every day from now on. , In this way, you will always have a better life than me."

Yang Xuan was slightly taken aback, then avoided his gaze, turned his face and lowered his eyes to look at the cake and said, "It's not allowed to say a wish."

Tang Junhe was stunned for a moment, and then argued firmly: "This is the wish I made for you, it doesn't matter if I tell you, as long as no one else hears it, it will be granted."

"Maybe," Yang Xuan said after a moment of silence, "Blow out the candles. If you make a wish, then you blow it out."

Tang Junhe didn't refuse any more, puffed up his cheeks, and blew out all 17 candles in one breath, then he bent his eyes, smiled all the way to his eyes, looked up at Yang Xuan and said, "I heard that one breath can blow out candles." If you put out the candle, your wish will definitely come true."