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"Ah Cheng, off work?"

Opening the door was Grandma Zhou, her face full of a kind smile.

Fang Cheng, with a packaging box tucked under his arm, craned his neck to look inside the house.

When he saw a large cream cake on the table, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Brother Cheng, you're back?"

Zhou Xiumei was standing on a stool, tiptoeing, hanging colorful ribbons and balloons on the wall.

"Brother Fang Cheng!"

A small, thin figure was squatting beside her, trying hard to hold the stool.

Upon seeing Fang Cheng, she immediately called out.

It was Wen Xin.

Fang Cheng, holding the packaging box, walked into the house, somewhat surprised, and said:

"Xiumei, Wen Xin, have you two already met?"

Zhou Xiumei tied a pink balloon and jumped off the stool.

Then, she explained the situation:

"Seeing that you hadn't come home so late, I went downstairs to bring Wen Xin up here."

After speaking, she looked at Fang Cheng with a slightly reproachful expression:

"You, you didn't tell her about the birthday party earlier, leaving a little girl waiting alone in the dark."

Wen Xin quickly defended Fang Cheng:

"It's okay, I rarely celebrate my birthday. It's okay if we don't celebrate this time. Brother Fang Cheng's work is the most important..."

Zhou Xiumei, seeing this, helplessly stroked her head.

Fang Cheng smiled slightly and quickly livened up the atmosphere:

"Originally, I wanted to give Wen Xin a surprise."

"Since the first surprise is gone, then let me show you the second surprise I prepared."

Saying that, he placed the packaging box he was holding on the table, tore off the wrapping paper, and opened the box.

Seeming unable to believe what was happening before her eyes, she didn't speak for a long time, nor did she move.

As if afraid those pearls would fall down.

Zhou Xiumei stepped forward upon seeing this and took her hand:

"Let's go inside and try on the shoes first, see if they fit, and also put on the dress your sister gave you earlier."

The two walked into the bedroom in the back.

Only Fang Cheng and Grandma Zhou, with a smiling face, were left looking at each other.

After a while.

Zhou Xiumei and Wen Xin walked out hand in hand again.

At this moment, Wen Xin was wearing a hooded woolen princess dress, her palm-sized face flushed.

After a little dressing up, she was actually a likable and pretty girl.

The only flaw was that her cheeks were a little thin, and her expression seemed a little unconfident.

The two women, one big and one small, stood together like that, as if forming a pleasing picture.

"I saw that the clothes on her body were relatively dirty. I didn't have time to buy new ones, so I gave Wen Xin the dress I wore when I was little."

Zhou Xiumei walked to his side and explained in a low voice.

Fang Cheng thanked her. He really hadn't thought it through enough.

He suddenly felt that sometimes a woman was indeed needed in the house to help.

"Okay, put on the new shoes, change into the new clothes, and next, it's time to eat the cake."

Zhou Xiumei then took the initiative to start preparing like a housewife:

"This cake was made by your sister, who spent a whole morning making it."

Looking at the cream cake with candles on the table.

Wen Xin hesitated for a moment, and with a hint of hope, looked up at Fang Cheng and Zhou Xiumei.

"Can I call my mother up here too? She just went out. If she comes back and doesn't see me..."

Fang Cheng paused and looked at Zhou Xiumei.

Zhou Xiumei, hearing this, immediately stood up:

"Let me go, it's easier for women to talk."

A few minutes later, she returned with disappointing news.

Zhou Xiumei knocked on Wen Xin's door for a long time, but no one answered. Wen Xin's mother probably hadn't returned home yet.

"Should we wait a little longer?"

Fang Cheng suggested.

"No need, my mother will definitely be back very late."

Wen Xin shook her head, her eyes showing a hint of disappointment.

The living room lights were turned off.

In the pitch-black room, candlelight flickered, and the birthday song sung by several people slowly rose.

"Little birthday star, start making a wish."

Seeing Wen Xin open her mouth, seemingly wanting to speak, Zhou Xiumei then stopped her:

"Remember, the wish can't be said out loud, otherwise it won't come true."

Wen Xin nodded obediently, glanced at Fang Cheng sideways.

She put her hands together in front of her chest, her lips moved slightly, and she silently made a wish.

Then, with the joint assistance of Fang Cheng and Zhou Xiumei, she blew out the 12 candles representing her twelfth birthday in one breath.

The lights were turned on again, and next was the cake-cutting session.

The three of them seemed relatively quiet.

There were no playful or noisy games, nor were there any pranks of smearing cream on other people's faces.

Everyone smiled at each other and silently tasted their own portion of cake.

Grandma Zhou couldn't eat sweets, so she turned on the TV and watched her favorite soap opera.

The name of the TV series was "Under One Roof", which was a dubbed film.

The theme song was particularly beautiful. The soft and gentle singing was like a slow narration, and every note was cheerful.

"In the winter sky, there are gloves just knitted for you, newly washed clothes."

"Soap bubbles are gently evaporating, like your breath fluttering..."

Fang Cheng smiled and looked at the peaceful and happy scene in front of him.

He felt that the previous mental exhaustion and the hard work of the past few days had been diluted and disappeared without a trace.

Swoosh— — — — Boom!

A burst of firework explosions came from outside the window.

Zhou Xiumei and Wen Xin immediately ran to the balcony and leaned on the window to look out.

At Fang Cheng's suggestion, the three of them came to the rooftop to watch the fireworks more clearly.

The winter night sky was dotted with stars.

With bursts of explosions, fireworks shot straight into the sky like rockets.

Then, large amounts of light and flames poured down from the sky like waterfalls, forming colorful floral shapes.

That was the New Year celebration organized by the Chamber of Commerce.

The three sat on the pipes on the rooftop, looking up and out.

In the night sky, flowers of brilliant and unparalleled fireworks were constantly blooming, colorful and dazzling.

"Look, that flower is so big, so beautiful!"

Wen Xin exclaimed.

The fireworks were bright, reflecting her smile, and the joy between her eyebrows was overflowing.

Perhaps only at this time could she be seen showing the innocent side of a child.

"It's really beautiful. I never realized that fireworks were so beautiful before..."

Zhou Xiumei's eyes sparkled, and she couldn't help but sigh softly.

"That's because the mood and environment are different."

Fang Cheng smiled, looked at the night sky, and said slowly:

"Sometimes, you only need to change the angle to discover a brand new side of this world."

After speaking, Fang Cheng suddenly had a kind of realization.

The reason why he insisted on exercising every day and constantly improving his skills was nothing more than to see a brighter and more brilliant scenery of this world.

Zhou Xiumei and Wen Xin seemed to understand, but not quite. They glanced at him sideways and couldn't help but move a little closer to him.

They seemed to feel a warmth from Fang Cheng, like a torch lit in the cold winter night.

The fireworks continued to rise and bloom.

Reflecting the figures of three people sitting on the roof, looking at the night view of the city.