Xia Wei took off Bai Qianmo's baseball cap and put the birthday hat on her.
Everyone gathered together to sing a birthday song.
Chen Xiang excitedly urged, "Boss, hurry up and make a wish!"
Bai Qianmo looked at the light blue two-tiered cake in front of her. On top of the cake stood a girl in a red dress. She had long, seaweed-like hair, a delicate and beautiful face, and a tall figure.
Although it's a cartoon character, it's clear that it was made based on the dress she wore to an event, and the facial features are very similar to hers.
"Thanks!"
After thanking her, Bai Qianmo clasped her hands together in prayer.
At this moment, her mind was completely blank, and the gloom that had just been outside the door had vanished.
Bai Qianmo did not make a wish, but instead kept recalling the past twenty years.
I ate cake for the first time when I was eight years old. Coincidentally, the person appeared in the village just before the Laba Festival.
He was carrying a beautifully packaged pink box. They met unexpectedly on the shady path when she was coming down the mountain after chopping firewood.
At that moment, her gaze was drawn to the pink box in the man's hand. Following the box, she looked up at the man who was much taller than her.
The man had a pair of very calm and deep eyes, like an endless abyss, the bottom of which could not be seen at a glance.
But they were very beautiful eyes, the kind of eyes she had never seen in the village before.
The man's gaze was also fixed on her; the two were less than a meter apart.
Everyone remained silent, none of them wanting to break the silence.
Bai Qianmo lowered her head and silently lifted the firewood on her shoulder. Her small body carried firewood that looked heavier than she actually was, yet she appeared to be doing it with ease.
She doesn't like talking to strangers, even if the person in front of her has very charming eyes.
As Bai Qianmo prepared to leave, the man finally spoke.
“I just moved here and I’m not very familiar with the area around here.”
The other party got straight to the point.
At such a young age, she was drawn to his voice, a soft and gentle voice, warm like the spring sunshine, a feeling that brushed against the heart.
The person who has this voice is probably not a bad person.
Bai Qianmo stopped and turned to look at the other person.
What can I do?
Although he is only eight years old, he speaks like a little adult, mature and experienced.
The man smiled slightly and walked up to Bai Qianmo: "Have you had the cake?"
Bai Qianmo remained silent, her gaze falling on the exquisite pink box in the man's hand.
She had never eaten it, but she had seen it on TV.
My classmates say that cake is the most delicious food in the world.
She was just a child; no matter how calm and reserved she was, she was still just a child.
The man saw the girl's hopeful eyes, smiled, and handed her the cake. "Be my guide, show me the local customs and culture, and this cake is yours."
For a teenager, delicious food is the most irresistible temptation.
She couldn't refuse.
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