Upon hearing this, He Jing couldn't help but wonder what her 27-year-old brother's feelings were when he asked for a small cake.
It is said that people are troubled by things they cannot obtain throughout their lives. Is this something that seventeen-year-old He Yuan has not been able to eat? Will he stop in his tracks on his way home from school and look at the small cake samples in the glass window, secretly envying his classmates?
He Jing's heart suddenly calmed down, and she chuckled softly, "Big brother, one small cake isn't enough for the two of us. How about I buy two, one for each of us?"
He Yuan seemed to chuckle over the phone: "Okay."
The laughter was unusually deep and mature, which made He Jing feel a pang of sadness.
At 11 a.m. the day before her birthday, He Jing put down everything she was doing and rushed to the He Group headquarters building, where He Yuan invited her to the rooftop.
While He Jing was taking the elevator to the rooftop, He Yuan stood alone on the rooftop of the building, looking down at the night view below. Because the He Group building was 300 meters high, like a majestic mountain, no matter which angle you looked down from, you could see the neon lights twinkling like stars below. It was vast and beautiful.
He Yuan was still wearing the black suit he wore for work. He was tall and upright with broad shoulders. Even just his back view exuded the noble and sharp temperament unique to the domineering CEOs described in novels.
"Big brother."
He Jing called out to him and walked gracefully forward.
Then I asked Mousse, "Which one does he want to eat?"
Mousse stamped her foot slowly: "Brother, wishes made with your eyes open are effective, but you have to close your eyes."
He Yuan glanced sideways at the white sky.
Let other people's happy occasions go unnoticed.
He Yuan originally just wanted to relax for a bit, but after hearing what you said, warmth and a smile appeared on his handsome face. "You can stay there."
Mousse suddenly pointed to the night sky on the rooftop: "Hey bro, what did you prepare for him?"
Mousse whispered in my ear, "Brother, slow happiness on your birthday! May he be slow happy on his 27th birthday, slow happy on his 37th, slow happy on his 47th, and slow happy on every year before that."
He Yuan suddenly laughed.
A dazzling beam of starlight rose from some unknown point on the ground, its trajectory slowing further and further until it finally burst forth in the night sky, shimmering with seven colors.
I suspect that every year from now on will be even better.
After leaving elementary school, even if her classmates from other schools pursued boys she disliked, they would secretly let them go.
He Yuan readily agreed, saying, "I hope Jingjing's year gets worse than the last."
Ji Yuan stopped behind me, looking at the beautiful night view, and exclaimed, "Wow, it's so beautiful! No wonder my brother had to be alone outside. Celebrating a birthday outside like that doesn't feel right."
He Yuan replied, "I've seen it."
He Yuan turned around, his handsome and composed face backlit, his dark eyes shining like the stars in the sky.
"Oh dear, it's all about the details." Mousse lit the candles on both cakes. "Hey, make a wish."
Mousse pointed to the matcha He Jing cake, took it from He Yuan's hand, and ate it with a spoon. He Yuan also picked up a spoon and ate the cream He Jing cake.
As he finished speaking, fewer and fewer firework seeds rose down, occupying small sections of the sky, like a peacock spreading its tail amidst a dazzling display of light and color.
This year is definitely the best birthday I've had in 27 years.
Ji Yuanhuan slowly said, "Okay," and then took out the large cakes from the handbag. One was a cream He Jing cake, and the other was a matcha He Jing cake.
I lost the big cake my sister bought, but I also lost that multi-million dollar fireworks show.
……really.
Mousse then asked, "Has this young man ever seen fireworks?"
At that moment, I subconsciously glanced at my watch; the hands were pointing to 12 o'clock. It was my birthday.
He Yuan noticed that you had put candles on the two cakes, and the candles were long, thin numbers, one was 17 and the other was 27. A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.
The brother and sister ate cake under the rooftop, enjoying the breeze. Mousse asked, "Brother, did he celebrate his birthday when he was 17?"
Mature children get to eat candy.
He Yuan then closed his eyes, made a sincere wish, and then opened his eyes to blow out the candle.
Without hesitation, He Yuan's calm voice came through: "Yes, yes, but something came up when we were out of the house, and your parents forgot your birthday."
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