The birthday party was packed. When the lights dimmed and the prelude of "Your World" came on the big screen, the screams from the audience almost blew the roof off.
Ouyangguang stood on the side of the stage, watching the images of himself from the trainee period to the present flash on the screen, singing and playing drums during the interview, the clumsy posture during the first dance class, and the dazzling moment of standing in the center position at the debut showcase...
"Guang, you really couldn't dance at all during the interview." Kim Jong-in whispered in his ear.
Ouyang Guang poked him with his elbow, but couldn't help laughing along. The scene was frozen in a training video of his last day at the age of seventeen. His T-shirt was soaked with sweat, but his eyes were more determined than ever.
The lights came back on, and Ouyang Guang walked to the center of the stage. The audience immediately burst into deafening cheers of "Happy Birthday". He squinted his eyes and smiled, then raised the microphone and said, "Thank you all for coming to my birthday ceremony."
According to the procedure, he first interacted with the members of Team M. Zhang Yixing said in his soft Korean: "Our Xiaoguang has finally grown up. You can't touch his hair casually anymore, right?", which made the whole audience laugh.
Just as Ouyangguang pretended to be angry and refuted, there was a commotion on the side of the stage. The members of Team K slowly came over pushing a three-layer cake, and the candlelight flickered on the dim stage.
"Happy birthday to you~" Kim Junmyeon started the song, singing it in Chinese, and all the fans immediately followed suit. The different voices intertwined, and the candle with the number "18" on the cake reflected the slightly red face of Ouyangguang.
"Make a wish, make a wish!" Wu Xun cheered.
Ouyangguang closed his eyes. The candlelight turned into a warm orange through his eyelids. The singing of the members and fans was in his ears, and the sweet smell of cream lingered in his nose. He silently made a wish in his heart: I hope EXO can continue to go on, I hope all those who love him and those he loves can be happy! I hope EXO can become very popular!
He opened his eyes, took a deep breath and blew out the candle. Amid the applause and cheers, Kim Jong-in suddenly put a finger of cream on the tip of his nose.
"Ah!" Ouyang Guang was caught off guard and subconsciously dodged backwards, but bumped into Park Chanyeol.
"Happy New Year!" Park Chanyeol laughed and smeared more cream on his face.
Soon, a cream war broke out on the stage. Even the eldest brother Kim Minseok was not spared, and the sight of his bangs covered in cream made fans scream. Zhang Yixing tried to maintain order, but was attacked by Ouyang Guang, leaving a cream beard on his cheek.
"Okay, Xiaoguang!" Zhang Yixing widened his eyes, picked up a ball of cream and chased after him.
Ouyang Guang ran around the stage laughing, but was finally caught by Wu Yuxun and Kim Jong-in. The three of them fell onto the stage together, with cream all over their bodies. The fans in the audience laughed so hard that they fell backwards, and the flash lights lit up.
After all the noise, the staff sat down in a row, panting. Ouyang Guang's white shirt was no longer the original color, and there was still cream on his hair, but the smile on his face was brighter than ever.
"Now it's time to open the fan gifts." Kim Junmyeon announced.
The staff pushed up several large boxes filled with gifts from fans. Ouyangguang carefully unpacked each one, including hand-woven scarves, handwritten letters, and carefully crafted photo albums. One small box caught his attention.
When I opened it, I found a pair of knee pads, similar to the ones given by the members, but with a small word embroidered on the inside: "Xiao darling, peace and happiness". There was also a note in the box, which read: "I have been following you since you were a trainee, and I am so proud of you as you have walked step by step to the future. Happy new year, our light."
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