Wearing books and sweet pets: the richest couple in the 80s

Chapter 183 First Birthday Back Home

He Wanqing looked at Dajun who was only 11 years old, and didn't know what to say.

No, Brother Dajun, we don't have to be so cool.

Ever since he experienced the incident of releasing snakes to the kid who bullied him in his class, Da Jun has been walking towards Ku Safeng all the way.

He Wanqing always thought that he was just a second-year kid pretending to be cool, and that he would be fine when he was older.

But judging from this matter, I'm afraid Dajun's temperament is really getting more and more stable, and he knows how to deal with things better, which is in his best interest.

That's fine.

You don't have to grow up with hatred in your heart like in the previous life, and you are finally forced to extremes.

During the half month in Fujian Province, the battle of wits with Huang Lanhua and Lu Qiaoling gave him inspiration and experience.

He Wanqing smiled knowingly.

She clapped her hands, "Okay, hurry up and line up to welcome the army back in triumph."

The three little radish heads quickly followed the pre-rehearsed, looking for their own positions one after another.

Sanmin took the wrong position and almost collided with the second soldier, stuck out his tongue, and slipped to the end of the line.

Seeing the host's lineup, Baibing also learned to line up, but it was the closest to Xiaoman, so it squeezed in between Xiaoman and Sanmin, and Sanmin had to move to the right.

He lowered his head, and carefully said to Baibing: "You have to celebrate big brother too."

Baibing shook her head arrogantly, ignoring him at all.

Sanmin: "..."

Dajun looked at the line in front of him, four people standing in a row, with a dog in the middle, and he was speechless.

He Wanqing waved her right hand, "Get ready, sing."

The four of them sang together.

"Congratulations, congratulations, every year has today, every year has today..."

Messy sounds suddenly sounded in the yard.

He Wanqing only sang two lines, but couldn't continue.

The singing voices of the two soldiers on the side were like magic voices, they couldn't say a word of the tune, they couldn't complete the pentatonic, and their voices were too loud.

It just made He Wanqing collapse.

The neighbor next door yelled across the yard: "Wenlian, what are you doing at home, killing pigs?"

Xiao Man stopped singing, plugged his ears and frowned, looking at Er Bing with disgust.

Baibing was also frightened and barked at the second soldier.

The army is full of black lines.

What is this for, the rhythm of sending him away directly?

However, Er Bing sang with his eyes closed and was very absorbed in singing. He didn't even notice that everyone couldn't stand his singing anymore, and kept singing non-stop.

Dajun couldn't bear it any longer, and shouted, "Shut up, everyone!"

The second soldier trembled with fright, and immediately stopped singing.

The people around couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and they were finally relieved.

Dajun held Sanmin's hand and said softly, "Sanmin, sing it for elder brother."

Sanmin nodded, and sang again in Ruruan's voice.

He sang very beautifully. This birthday song was full of blessings in his mouth, making people feel that listening to it would really prolong life.

He Wanqing couldn't help thinking of the word "Sound of Nature".

After Sanmin finished singing, he raised his head and said to He Wanqing, "Eldest sister, we still have one last word of blessing."

He Wanqing was confused by the singing of the second soldier, and almost forgot that the ceremony was not over yet, so she clapped her hands quickly.

"Quick, stand up, everyone say together, one, two, three—"

"Happy birthday to Dajun (big brother)!"

After everyone finished speaking, they applauded and said blessings.

Dajun stared blankly, and after a while, he rushed out of the door.

Sanmin froze, he shook He Wanqing's hand anxiously.

"Eldest sister, elder brother doesn't like the ceremony we prepared for him, you see he ran away in anger."

He Wanqing smiled, and before she could answer, she saw the army rushing in again, yelled loudly, and did two somersaults in the air.

The two soldiers and the three people all applauded.

Xiaoman secretly whispered in He Wanqing's ear: "Eldest sister, elder brother seems to be crying, and the circles of his eyes are red."

He Wanqing also whispered: "Let's pretend we didn't see it, and don't mention it."

Everyone entered the house surrounded by a large army, and as soon as they entered the door, countless colored papers were scattered down, as if there had been a colorful snowfall.

After Yang Wenlian finished throwing, she stepped forward and smiled at Dajun, "Dajun, this is your first birthday back home, I wish you a happy birthday."

Dajun's eyes were red again, and this time he couldn't help it anymore, tears flowed down instantly.

For as long as he can remember, he has never had a birthday.

People in the country are poor, and they don't like to celebrate their children's birthdays, but every year, Huang Lanhua remembers his cousin's birthdays accurately, and celebrates them every year.

Although it was just a bowl of longevity noodles, the noodles were made with chicken broth and there were two eggs lying on them, but he didn't have anything.

He was really greedy, but he never dared to say more, otherwise not only would he not have longevity noodles, but he would be beaten up.

At that time, he had thought desperately that maybe in this lifetime, no one would remember his birthday and make him a bowl of longevity noodles.

Unexpectedly, when he went home, his family remembered his birthday and prepared such a unique ceremony for him to celebrate his birthday.

Dajun plunged his head into Yang Wenlian's arms, tears streaming down his face.

Yang Wenlian hugged him and let out a long sigh.

He Wanqing patted him on the back and comforted him: "Dajun, it's all over, today is your birthday, you can't cry."

Da Jun hastily wiped two handfuls on his face.

"I'm not crying, I'm a big kid."

He didn't dare to look at everyone, afraid of being laughed at by his younger siblings, so he averted his gaze, looked around, and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

There are four colorful flower chains on the roof, and they are intersected in the middle of the room. A big red lantern is hung below, and the lantern says happy birthday.

He Wanqing looked at the corners of Da Jun's raised mouth, and felt that the hard work of the past month or so was not in vain.

She likes to have a sense of ritual in her life.

On Dajun's birthday, she passed his upgrade test, so she will have a very formal celebration.

She believes that even in the past few decades, Da Jun will definitely remember what happened on his 11th birthday.

The lunch was made by He Wanqing. Needless to say, it was delicious, and the children were very satisfied.

What surprised the children even more was the golden cream birthday cake.

It was done by He Wanqing who worked very late last night.

Because the materials are not complete, the cake is very simple to make, and there is only a thin layer of cream.

But even so, it was enough to surprise several children.

It was the first time in their life that they saw such a cake.

The second soldier couldn't bear it anymore, picked up a spoon, dug out a large spoonful, stuffed it into his mouth, and sighed with satisfaction.

"too delicious!"

There are such good things in the world, so that he will never get tired of eating them for a lifetime.

Sanmin and Xiaoman were salivating greedily, but they held on. Seeing Erbing's posture, they rushed to dig cakes to eat.

When He Wanqing and Yang Wenlian finished playing with the candles, they saw that the faces of the three children were covered with white cream, just like three little milk cats.

He Wanqing had no choice but to ask the army to make a wish quickly and blow out the candles.

Dajun didn't care that his younger brothers and sisters rushed to eat his birthday cake, it was rare for everyone to be so happy, and he was even happier.

Da Jun really remembered this birthday for a lifetime.

(End of this chapter)