He lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, without any desire, only with peace of mind.
Then he left the room barefoot.
It's almost eleven o'clock, and there is still an hour left for her birthday.
Half an hour later, he returned to the room, kissed the lips of the woman on the bed, and whispered: "Xiao Zi, wake up."
Wei Zi said "hmm" and hugged him out of habit. Her voice was as sticky as honey when she was half asleep and half awake: "I'm sleepy..."
"I'll sleep later." Feng Danyuan smiled and hugged him.
Afraid that she would be cold, he took a shawl and wrapped it around the woman in her arms who was only wearing a nightgown.
"What to do?" Wei Zi half-opened her sleepy eyes.
"Celebrating my birthday." Feng Danyuan placed the person on the chair next to the dining table.
Wei Zi stared at the bowl of noodles in front of her and woke up from her drowsiness.
Feng Danyuan put the chopsticks into her hands and said softly: "I want to eat a bowl of longevity noodles for my birthday."
Wei Zi silently took the chopsticks and stared at her face without moving.
A long time ago, her father would make her a bowl of noodles every year on her birthday.
Although noodles are delicious, compared with cakes, the latter is always more likely to capture the hearts of little girls.
"Dad, my grandparents only eat longevity noodles, why do you make them for me too?"
"Longevity noodles represent blessings and have nothing to do with age. Dad hopes that Xiao Zi will always be safe, healthy and happy."
"Xiao Zi is always safe, healthy and happy with her parents!"
However, there is no "forever" in this world. After her parents passed away, she never ate longevity noodles on her birthdays - she was even too willing to celebrate her birthdays.
Seeing that Wei Zi's eyes were red and she was about to cry, Feng Danyuan panicked: "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing. I remembered that no one has made longevity noodles for me for a long time." Wei Zi sniffed and suppressed the discomfort in her heart.
"I will eat longevity noodles with you every birthday from now on." Feng Danyuan made a gentle promise.
Wei Zi wanted to cry again: "Then you should remember it carefully."
"I will remember it forever." Feng Danyuan pushed his face towards hers.
Wei Zi took a bite and looked up in surprise.
"It's not bad, I've tasted it." Feng Danyuan was a little worried. He had studied it and secretly tried it twice. It should be good.
"It's delicious." Wei Zi smiled.
"Then you finish everything." Feng Danyuan finally felt at ease.
The bowl of noodles was a long one, not much, and Wei Zi finished it obediently.
Feng Danyuan looked at the time, eleven fifty-two.
"Follow me." He took Wei Zi's hand and pushed open the balcony door.
There are numerous tall buildings, criss-crossing roads and overpasses, and the lights are bright.
Feng Danyuan took a deep breath, and "Canghailu" surged out, condensing time and space.
He raised his hand slightly, and fireworks bloomed in the air, which was more dazzling than the glory on the ground.
Wei Zi was stunned and instinctively wanted to stop Feng Danyuan from doing such a harmful behavior.
However, Feng Danyuan raised the corners of his lips and smiled charmingly. He lowered his head slightly and put his index finger on Wei Zi's lips. His peach blossom eyes were filled with spring water and blue waves: "Xiao Zi, happy birthday."
Wei Zi looked at him blankly and suddenly hugged his waist.
She choked in his arms: "I am very happy on this birthday."
