Chapter 593 (1/2)

”To be born and to live is happiness... I'll make it for you on your birthday. But we have to wait... ”

He made the longevity noodles himself, four poached eggs, and the yolk belongs to him. Half of the noodles... He fed me and wiped my mouth... Longevity noodles... Heartache. Instant pain of my breathing is not smooth!

A headache is like being beaten with a stick. Tears came out of my eyes, like beads with broken lines, and kept falling down... I supported the tree. Slowly, cover the heart, squat down. Pain! Pain... After birthday... Born. Live... Make me headache, pain! It's not a strangling pain, it's a dull pain. Dull pain. I can't even cry out the pain.

Head against the tree trunk. Pain! Someone pulls me... Don't touch me, don't hurt

”Keren. What's the matter? ” Bryan called in a hurry.

”Little Keren, is the bracelet bad?” There was also a cry.

But these voices scream louder. It's no match for a broken, cold voice with a gentle voice, low repetition:

”I'll cook it for you on your birthday, but I have to wait. We have to wait... ”

Someone picked me up and ran fast... I don't know. I only know that I have a headache. I can't even cry out because of the pain. I curl up in a ball and let people hold me or drag me to run in the wind.

Free wind flying to autumn, let yesterday with it drift away... Someone is singing and frolicking, suddenly stop, the world is quiet.

But the voice is still repeated, and the corners of the lips are soft and clean.

Born, live, is happiness... Happiness... Am I happy?

What is happiness? Am I happy?

Brian said that I was born with difficulty, and I live with more difficulty till now; Probably, I am happy.

Sitting at the head of the bed, tears streamed, thinking about the problem of happiness, the head did not hurt, the voice also stopped, the wind, blowing in, blowing gauze, do not know my yesterday... My yesterday has been blown away by the wind, right?

They always ask me questions about the past, maybe, I really have yesterday, maybe not.

Quiet down, into their own quiet world, there is no happiness, or yesterday

”Keren...” someone called me.

”Well...” he answered and raised his head. There were many people standing in front of the bed. Brian and his three brothers and twelve brothers looked at me nervously.

Deep, slow, blinking, I said, ”I'm -- nothing.”

Fall in my ears, very slow, very low; Probably, my world is quiet, quiet, blank, nothing.

Happiness is a floating cloud, so was yesterday. I only stay in my own world.

The doctor looked at it for me, said it was ok, and the others left.